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jiyascepter · 8 months ago

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Caught You | 18+ Only

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Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Words: 4012

Warnings/Content: SMUT; Avenger! Loki & Avenger! Y/n, Themes of dub-con, dark-ish Loki??, dom!Loki, pervy!Loki, possessive, jealous loki, use of loki's magic (in a lot of sexual stuff), restraints, bondage, biting, licking, aggressive, pissed loki, praise, slight degradation, there's a tattoo on y/n's thigh (for the plot!), other mcu characters also make an appearance, clit licking, fingering, overstimulation, p in v.

Please lmk if I missed anything! Loki is a bit of red-flaggy in this one, please keep in mind this is only a fanfiction.

Summary: When you make fun of Loki's magic, he "demonstrates" how his magic can be useful. In many, ehm..ways. What did you expect?

A/n: i moved the title in the corner so that i can keep seeing tommys's sexy face in the middle 😮‍💨 im trying to make my fics dirtier but it's not quite coming down in my works, like it's in my mind but it's not easy to express??? im trying & hopefully it'll come soon

The cavernous, dimly-lit warehouse echoed with the sounds of clashing metal and grunts of exertion. The Avengers were locked in combat with a band of mercenaries armed with advanced weaponry.

Tony was in the air, repulsor beams lighting up the darkness, while Natasha and Clint worked in tandem, their movements precise and deadly. Thor’s hammer, Mjölnir, was a blur as it struck down the enemies with thunderous force.

In the midst of the chaos, Loki stood with an air of detached amusement, casting spells with flicks of his wrists. His magic sent mercenaries flying, created illusions to confuse their ranks, and conjured barriers to protect the teammates. But Loki's magic, powerful and unpredictable, was also a bit reckless tonight.

Maybe it was the leather suit you were wearing today.

"Loki, for the love of—watch where you're aiming!" You shouted as you narrowly avoided being hit by a stray spell meant for an enemy.

Your eyes flashed with annoyance as you shot him a glare. "Are you trying to get us all killed?"

Loki smirked, eyeing you up, not taking you seriously. "Perhaps if you were more attentive, you wouldn't find yourself in such precarious positions, darling."

You scowled and ducked under a swipe from a mercenary, retaliating with a swift punch that sent your opponent sprawling.

Ugh, you hated how he always carried that stupid smirk.

"Maybe if your magic was actually useful, we wouldn't be in precarious positions to begin with!"

Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of irritation flashing through his otherwise calm demeanor. "Is that so? I seem to recall saving you from a similar predicament just last week."

"By causing it in the first place!" You shot back, dodging another mercenary's attack and taking him down with a well-placed kick.

Loki rolls his eyes and runs in the other direction. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured an illusion, making a group of mercenaries see each other as Avengers.

Confused, they turned on one another, giving the team a moment of respite. But the spell was too potent, and soon the illusion spread, affecting even the teammates.

Chaos erupted as friends and foes became indistinguishable.

"What the—" Tony exclaimed while flying over the scene.

"Damn it, Loki!" You screamed, ducking, as Natasha took a swing at you, mistaking you for an enemy.

"Enough!" Thor bellowed, his hammer smashing into the ground to create a shockwave that knocked everyone off their feet and dispelled the illusion.

The mercenaries, now disoriented, were quickly subdued.

The flight back home was quiet. Everyone was either tired, tending to their wounds, or just rethinking what happened back there.

Once you landed, the rest of the Avengers stepped down the Quinjet and walked into the building to their rooms.

"Loki, wait." Steve calls out and walks towards Loki in the lobby.

“About today—”

“Nobody died, Rogers.” Loki replies.

"That is not an achievement," You murmur to yourself loudly on purpose for him to hear while taking a sip from your favourite grey-coloured sipper.

Loki and Steve both glanced at you, with Steve carrying a hint of a smile on his face while Loki scowled and turned back to Steve.

You could tell he was not impressed.

A win for you.

Steve clears his throat, turning serious once more. "Look, what happened today was not good. We cannot work as a team if we don't know half of your tricks."

Loki grins. "Well, that's the fun, isn't it? A surprise for everyone.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. "But it isn’t helping, Lo-"

"Helping? His magic is useless half the time."

Loki shoots an eye at you when you say that, and you could tell the God wasn't pleased.

"He's showing off in front of everyone, like the arrogant ass he is." You go on, while Loki watches you with his grave, sharp eyes.

Why wasn't he replying with his usual snarky comments today?

Steve gives a light chuckle and pats Loki's shoulder as if feeling sorry for him, "Be careful next time, that's all I ask," and walks away through the corridor, leaving you and Loki to yourselves.

While waiting for the elevator, you silently stand in front of the doors, waiting for it to arrive.

Until you feel a hard pressure against your back.

The sensation is unmistakable—a solid, unyielding presence, warm and firm. Loki's chest. His closeness sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath and subtle heat radiating through his clothes.

You stiffen, unsure whether to move away or stay still, the elevator's arrival feeling like an eternity away.

You decide to say something to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Ego broken, Loki~?" You say his name in a sing-song voice.

"Do you enjoy testing my patience, mortal?" he says, leaning down to your ear.

"Someone has to keep you in check," you reply, your voice steady despite the proximity.

The elevator reaches your floor, and with a little chime, its doors open. You proceed to take a step forward to enter the elevator when his hand grabs hold of the back side of your neck and pulls you back to him.

"Careful," he almost whispers, his breath ghosting over your skin, "your tongue is going to get you in trouble one day."

You pause for a moment, feeling the tension thicken in the air, before you turn your head out of his hands to look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt the big bad trickster's feelings?" You taunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Maybe if your magic wasn't so unreliable, we wouldn't be in these messes. Or do you need Daddy Odin to give you some pointers on how to actually be useful?"

Loki's eyes flare with fury, and in no time he grabs your neck once again and strides into the elevator, pinning your head to the panels. His body pressed against yours with a force that left little room for doubt about his intensity.

His frame, tall and lean yet undeniably strong, exerting a commanding presence as he pins you against the cool metal of the elevator wall. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the chill of the metal against your cheek.

He was so close to you, you could smell his sultry, intoxicating smell on him.

"You think my magic is useless, don’t you..." He whispers, his breath ghosting on your skin. "I’ll make sure you regret saying that."

"I don't "think", it's a fact." You try to push him back with your elbow. “Let me go, Loki.” You say it firmly.

"Not yet, vixen." He says so, and the elevator doors shut by themselves. And with one flick of his fingers, the front chain of your tight leather suit yanked open down to the end of your belly.

Did he just–

"I’ll make sure to demonstrate how useful my magic can be." He says and looks down to notice you were not even wearing a bra underneath.

He grins at the sight, licking his lower lip. "Naughty girl." He coos in your ear while his fingers work their way to your belly.

His fingers, though possessing a hint of coldness at first, quickly warmed against your skin as they made contact with your belly. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a fire that danced just beneath the surface.

"Let. Me. Go." You say, trying to stand your ground, but your attempts are futile.

"Told you no, darling." He says while his fingers trailed up to your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine as goosebumps rose in their wake.

It was a sensation that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated by the raw intensity of his touch.

He slides down your suit from your shoulders, proceeding with a graze of his tongue on your skin.

"Mmm…sweet," he murmurs, sucking on your shoulder, "unlike those words you use."

"FUCK. YOU." You reply with a gruff.

Loki chuckles darkly against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Oh, darling, you will," he murmurs, his voice dripping with seductive menace. "But not before I teach you to respect a God."

He pulls down your suit lower, his lips kissing the back of your neck, followed by melty little kisses down your bareback. Despite your discontent, you couldn’t help but feel turned on by him.

As Loki pushes down your suit to your thighs, his eyes catch sight of a small tattoo etched on the inside of your thigh. The ink reads the name of your ex-boyfriend. Loki's eyes darken with a mix of curiosity and possessiveness.

He paused, his brows furrowing as he read the name inked there. "Well, well, well," he murmured, his voice a mix of curiosity and disdain. "So that’s what your little skirt was hinting at the meeting a few days ago..."

He traced the tattoo lightly with his finger, sending a shiver through your body.

So this bastard was always watching you?

You grit your teeth, anger and embarrassment flushing through you. "It’s none of your business, Loki."

He tightens his grip on your neck slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance. "I know."

"But this mark... it irks me. An insignificant mortal claiming a part of you." He pinches your thigh, and you try to jerk away your leg but cannot.

You squirmed against his grip, but he held you firmly, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into yours. "Let it go, Loki," you demanded, trying to maintain your composure.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the tattoo. "Why should I?" he whispered, his voice a dangerous purr. "Why should I let some forgotten lover's mark go unchallenged?"

He gives you a rather harsh bite on your shoulder, trailing his lips to kiss your neck, which makes you whimper, which makes him grin.

He pulls away a bit, and with the flick of his wrists, an invisible force pins your arms above your head, securing you in place against the elevator wall. You struggle briefly, but the bonds hold firm. Loki steps back, his eyes raking over your exposed form with a predatory gaze.

Before you could retort, he bent down, turning his body against the elevator and facing you from below. He kissed the tattoo with deliberate slowness, his lips soft and maddeningly sensual.

The act was both possessive and teasing, with his tongue swirling repeatedly on the same spot that was making you crazy. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and a part of you hated how your body responded to his touch.

"Shh, people can still hear us, darling. Even if they cannot enter." He says placing pecks up and down your thigh, evaporating your steady facade away.

"Now, let's see what other secrets you're hiding," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to your hips. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing you completely.

You saw his eyes almost sparkle at the sight, placing a kiss on your mound, making you flinch against the metal. Where and when did your suit disappear? You didn’t know.

He leans close and starts exploring your already wet clit with his tongue. Holding your waist in his hands, he kept stealing glances up at your aroused form, watching your expressions while you gasped every time his warm tongue darted on your needy pussy.

The god had a talent for his tongue. The silver tongue.

"Are you still with him?" He murmured, pulling away his face from your pussy, making you let out a complaining whine.

He holds up his two fingers to caress your folds. "Answer."

"N-no…" You answer, your voice quivering in pleasure.

"Then why isn’t it off?" He says this, glancing at your tattoo.

"I never…Loki-"

He pushes two fingers in. "You never what?"

You shudder as Loki's fingers push inside you, his question hanging in the air, demanding an answer. Your mind races, caught between the intense pleasure and the need to explain yourself.

"I never... had the chance," you manage to gasp, your voice barely steady. "It didn't mean anything anymore. I just...fuck-forgot about it."

Loki's eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face, his fingers moving slowly inside you, curling and stroking in a way that makes coherent thoughts nearly impossible. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.

"Forgot about it?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Or perhaps you wanted a reminder of something you couldn't let go?"

"No…" You moan, writhing against the panel with your hands above your head, your fingers aching to dive into his hair.

He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you with a deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision. You squirm, your faint moans echoing the elevator.

"Good," he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. "Because I don't share, darling. And I don't like to be reminded of what once was."

You moan, your body arching against his touch. His words send a thrill through you, and the possessiveness in his tone both intimidating and exhilarating.

"You know I can just turn you into a pretty mannequin for me so I can do whatever I want with you…but I want to feel you squirm... to mewl... like a little prey." He says watching your face while feeling your pussy start to clench around his fingers.

"Now, let's make sure you never forget who you belong to, hm?" Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your thigh as he speaks. His mouth returns to your clit, his tongue flicking and sucking with a relentless intensity that drives you wild.

"Yeah, that’s right, just keep on making those little sounds for me." He says it with a satisfied smile curling on his lips, and he resumes his ministrations with renewed fervor.

The combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your clit sends you spiralling into a mind-shattering orgasm, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cry out his name.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, Loki slowly withdraws his fingers. He stands, his eyes locking onto yours. He releases your binds away and turns you to him, and his thumb caresses your lower lip as if studying it for a second before he holds you against the wall, cupping your cheek, and kisses you almost fiercely.

And gosh, you needed that. You needed that and more.

"Y/n, is that you?"

Both of you freeze to your seats when you hear Thor’s voice outside the elevator.

Loki's eyes narrow in annoyance, and he quickly glances towards the elevator doors. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips, his voice barely a whisper. "We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

He continues exploring your mouth, and the kisses start spreading to your neck, tongue, and teeth, making their wild appearances every once in a while.

Until you couldn’t help it and let out a moan.

"This door is not openi- Y/n??" Thor repeats again. "Wait, let me call Stark.-"

Your heart races when Thor calls out again because of your moan. Loki’s eyes narrow, and he pulls away. "Are you doing this on purpose? Just another one of your games so we can get caught and you can have your fun?"

He gives your pussy a little slap, and you whine a no.

In a swift motion, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. You barely have time to register the shift before the air around you shimmers and the familiar confines of the elevator vanish, replaced by the opulent and dimly lit interior of a room unknown to you.

The room is a stark contrast to the sterile metal of the elevator. Rich tapestries line the walls, and candles flicker, casting a warm, golden glow. A large, ornate bed dominates the space, its dark, luxurious linens inviting in a way that makes your heart race.

Loki wastes no time. He sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the bed with an urgency that sends a thrill through you. He lays you down gently, his gaze intense as he takes in your still-naked form. His hands trace over your skin, as if committing every inch to memory.

The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Loki—intoxicating and alluring. "Now, where were we?" He purrs, his fingers tracing a delicate line down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

You can barely catch your breath; the intensity of the moment overwhelming. "Loki, what if Thor—"

"Thor won't find us," Loki interrupts, his voice a low growl. "This is my domain. No one enters without my permission."

"Now," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "let us continue our little magic demonstration."

The silken sheets cool against your heated skin, and with Loki's hands everywhere—caressing, teasing, exploring every inch of your body—his touch both gentle and demanding, leaving you breathless and craving more.

"So beautiful," his voice dripping with seductive menace as he conjures a binding spell that secures your wrists to the bedposts.

You gasp, your body arching against the restraints, as Loki's mouth finds your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples with maddening precision. The sensations are overwhelming, and your mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and need.

Loki's mouth moves with deliberate precision, his tongue tracing intricate patterns over your breasts. Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you arch and writhe against the silken sheets. The restraints on your wrists keep you firmly in place.

"Loki…"

"Mhm," he hums, enjoying your squirms. But he wanted more.

He uses his powers to amplify his touch, making your nerve endings sing with heightened sensitivity. You gasp and moan, the intensity of his magic overwhelming your senses.

You can feel the magic pulsating through you, heightening your awareness of every touch and every kiss. His lips move from your breasts to the sensitive skin just below, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The combination of his mouth and his magic almost too much to bear.

His free hand trails down your body, leaving a path of fire in its wake. As his fingers reach your inner thighs, you feel a new surge of his magic, more potent and concentrated. It wraps around your thighs, making your muscles quiver with anticipation.

Loki conjures small, delicate tendrils of magic that wrap around your nipples, gently tugging and twisting. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before—a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that leaves you gasping for breath.

He moves lower, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your belly. The tendrils of magic follow his path, amplifying every sensation, making you feel as if your skin is on fire. You can barely think or breathe; your mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

As he reaches your hips, his fingers part your folds, and you feel a rush of cool air against your wetness. His mouth hovers just above your clit, his breath hot and tantalizing.

"Tell me, darling," Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your most sensitive spot, "how does it feel to be at the mercy of a god?"

Before you can answer, his tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with delicate, precise strokes. His magic enhances every touch, making you moan and writhe against the restraints. You can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly.

"Loki I-" He sees your upcoming orgasm and pulls away quickly, enjoying your needy, complaining moan for him.

"Not so easy, darling."

And with another display of his magic, he completely gets rid of his clothes, his disrobed body turning you on even more, the heat of need between your legs almost unbearable.

He brings his already-hard cock near your lips. "Kiss it." and you do, the light hum of satisfaction he makes making you want to absolutely suck him out rather than just a little kiss.

"My filthy little vixen," he says, eyes blazing with hunger as he positions himself between your legs. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you in place as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, the sensation sending shivers of anticipation through you, "get ready for your god."

He lets out a low growl, a dark and seductive sound, before slowly pushing into you, his length stretching and filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, with every inch of him sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You feel so perfect," Loki murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Every part of you was made just for me."

He begins to move, slow and deliberate, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each motion designed to draw out the maximum pleasure to make you feel every inch of him. The binding spell keeps your wrists secured to the bedposts, preventing you from reaching out to touch him, to claw at his back as the pleasure intensifies.

Loki's eyes never leave yours, the connection between you palpable and electric. He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts. You respond eagerly, your moans muffled against his lips, your body arching to meet his.

His magic continues to amplify every sensation, making your skin hypersensitive, every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you. The tendrils of magic around your nipples tighten and twist, adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

"Loki," you gasp, barely able to form coherent words. "I can't... it's too much..."

He smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "You can take it, darling. You will take it. You will take everything I give you."

His pace quickens, and his thrusts become more urgent and more demanding. The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies moving together. The pleasure builds rapidly, creating a coiling heat in your belly that threatens to consume you entirely.

Loki's hand moves between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight, precise circles. The additional stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Come for me, darling," Loki commands, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Come for your god."

His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that leaves you breathless and shaking. The pleasure is overwhelming, your vision going white as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

Loki continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure, his own release imminent. His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own climax.

You can feel him throbbing inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he finally lets go, his own orgasm ripping through him.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spills into you, his groan of pleasure vibrating through your body. He collapses on top of you, his weight comforting and grounding as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Loki's hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck, you drive me wild." He murmurs breathlessly.

"Did you like that, darling?" Loki murmurs against your skin, his voice a seductive purr. "My magic can do so much more."

You breathlessly chuckle while he traces patterns on your skin. His fingers caress down to your thigh, where he glances at your tattoo.

"We can’t have that." He says in a low voice and grazes his hand over your skin, and the tattoo vanishes. Loki’s touch lingers on your thigh where the tattoo once was, his magic leaving your skin smooth and unmarked.

"And now you’re mine."

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genyawritesshizz · 3 months ago

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Promotion - Sentinel Prime X Reader

Spending your days endlessly mining energon you yearned to one day be promoted. To finally free yourself from the frame aching work of the mines. Yet when you catch the optics of the Sentinel Prime, that promotion may come at a terrible cost, maybe you should have read the fine print.

Tbh it’s very little plot mostly just smut.

18+ ONLY

IVE NEVER WRITTEN FOR TRANSFORMERS NOR HAVE I READ MUCH FIC OF IT BUT I TRIED TO GET THE TERMS RIGHT BUT YA KNOW, ITS A LOT.

Possible part 2, we’ll see how this does.

WARNING: Dubious consent, emotional manipulation, Power Imbalance, (TBH Sentinel is a walking red flag), Sexual Coercion, Size kink, SMUT, Cybertronian reader,

This is essentially just robot porn I'm sorry to all my anime followers :(

The first time Sentinel Prime had set his optics on you he knew, much to his initial disgust, he wanted you.

A miner.

Of all the femme’s at his disposal the one that at last managed to catch his gaze was a cogless, bottom level, miner.

“That thing?” With a snarled lip and multiple sets of trailing skeptical eyes, Airachnid's own revulsion was evident. Far down below the balcony on which they stood, walking the bustling city streets you at last returned to his hungry gaze.

“Unfortunately so.”

Primus, what an honor it was to be within the presence of Cybertrons protector, the bot who single handedly protected all Cybertronians from the Quintessons; Sentinel Prime.

After being approached by Arachnid and ordered to follow her you had initially feared you had broken an unknown protocol, resulting in a demotion. Yet much to your shock within the gold columned building you had been led to he was there.

The look of pure admiration within your optics as you stared up to him in awe coupled with the now quiet whir of your internal fans as your spark raced within his mere presence fed his already raging primal desire.

Such blind naivety.

"Walk with me. I’d like to discuss something important." His tone was warm but carried a weight of authority. One you could not help but blindly follow.

The two of you stroll through the empty corridors, arachnid standing guard just outside of its entrance.

“Tell me, have you always felt bound to the mines? Or have you ever imagined something greater for yourself?" You shift, pace faltering a smidge, taken aback by his directness. You're proud of your work as a miner but can’t deny that you’ve thought about rising above this level.

"The mines are… Well, they’re home. I have my friends down there. But I’ve always wanted to do more…to make a real difference for Cybertron."

Sentinel nods, his optics narrowing slightly. Searing blue scanned from the top of your dull paint chipped helm to your transfixed gaze, (noting how you subconsciously averted it away from him when noticing his search), down to your chin.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, signaling his satisfaction in finding whatever he had hunted for.

Vulnerability suited you well.

"I could see that. You carry yourself with a strength that is rare, even among the most seasoned warriors."

His confident stride deviates him closer to you and he lowers his voice just a touch.

"Cybertron needs warriors with your spirit. And not just in the mines. In places where real change can be forged."

His words spark something in you. Your gaze sharpened, instantly locking with his, the once thick humility gives way to a flicker of pride.

‘Is he going to promote me?’ You hopefully thought. You had been working your frame down to the wire for the last few rotations in hopes of this.

Sentinel picks up the change in demeanor immediately. Before continuing his sweet talk, he comes to a complete stop and turns towards you.

His frame is significantly larger than yours, as to be expected when comparing a cogless to a Prime.

Though, the way he truly towered over you left you feeling far weaker than usual as he had to bend down significantly to reach optic level with you.

"Too often, talents like yours go overlooked down there. Others might not see it, but I do. Imagine if you were to rise up, to stand among those who shape Cybertron’s future. Those who ensure our planet’s place as the greatest in the galaxy." With each passing word he had leaned closer, faceplate now mere centimeters from yours.

Your spark fluttered.

His venting flowed deliciously warm against your intake.

Proximity feedback signals fired on high and energon lines pumped furiously fast.

Yet despite your system's shock at his actions, you could not look nor move away.

“You really think… I could be that?”

A set of servos planted themself around your lower chassis, their span long enough to completely wrap around you.

Your servers struggled to process exactly what was happening, focusing solely on the swirling lights of blue that threatened to swallow you whole.

“I know you can.”

The digits ensnaring your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his wide frame.

His helm delved lower, denta lightly nipping at the sensitive wires between the spaces of your minimal plating.

The second you beeped in surprise then melted into his embrace, helm craning to the side allowing him further access, he knew once again.

You were not going anywhere.

But then again, why would you want to?

When your protector was so kind enough to show you, a nobody, such special affection.

Never had you anticipated that you would ever find yourself within a Primes personal suite yet here you were. Sprawled out atop a luxurious berth, hidden away from the rest of Iacon city, with desires you had never even thought to dream of coming true.

Your gracious leader's frame was reduced to a hunched, yet still ever imposing, form as he kneels between your legs. Your modesty paneling had long since been retracted, revealing your array to his hungry gaze, and allowing you to relish in all the new sensations your Prime was bestowing upon you.

No, in all your cycles you had never found the desire to fragbond with someone. Yet now as Sentinel Prime’s silver glossa ravenously glides through the throbbing mesh of your valve and mouthpiece occasionally latching onto your external node you cannot believe your hesitancy for such pleasures.

To think you had gone for so long without.

Not to worry, never again shall you ever have to suffer such a fate.

It is extremely out of character for Sentinel to give his partner's pleasure this way or in any way/to care about it.

Normally he wastes no time in pleasuring others, he was a busy man after all. Instead focusing solely on his own release within others bodies then disposing of them.

But something about having you pinned beneath one of his arms, the other easily reaching over your head to hold your wrists down, the way you cried out for him, your Prime, and to be completely at his mercy…It has his spike twitching beneath his own paneling.

Savagely he feasts upon your now swollen valve, thick glossa entering your spasming opening, nose buried atop your external node.

“M-my, oh Primus! - My Prime I-” You were completely unfamiliar with the feeling boiling inside you, it felt as though a coil was winding. Each intrusion of his glossa only pulled it tighter.

“That’s right, say my name.” A smug smirk tugged itself into the corners of his faceplate before he delved back where you so desperately wanted him.

You looked and sounded both pathetic and desperate.

He loved it.

“Sentinel!”

Overloading into the mouth of said mech was absolutely euphoric.

Though despite your high, he was left utterly displeased to hear you leave off the Prime in your cry.

He had earned that title.

It was his name.

You would learn the error of your mistake soon.

He did not ask permission to continue.

Standing up from his crouched position, the grip that once held you down now flipped you onto your chest plate and dragged you towards the edge of his berth, allowing your legs to dangle off the edge.

Even on the tips your pedes you would still not touch the golden floor beneath.

Positioning your aft up into an arch he at last retracted his paneling, allowing his spike to spring free.

Central processor still short circuiting under the throws of overloading, you did not even notice the shift in position.

Once your intake had returned to normal your mind followed suit, catching up to the reality of what was happening.

Yet it was too late to protest as something sickeningly thick prodded at your valve's still quivering entrance.

It felt like far too much.

Trying to squirm away from it you're met with a dark chuckle and thick digits atop your shoulder, easily pulling you back down into position.

“Where do you think you're going? We're just getting started sweetspark”

The moment the head of his spike entered, you felt an immediate sense of dread wash over and a cold shiver through your struts.

“Too big...” Your vocalizer had barely returned, causing the whine to sound utterly pitiful, drowned in static and served only to feed Sentinel's ego.

“Hm? What's that?” Leaning over your form, faceplate centimeters away from your audio receptors, steam rolled with his words; fogging over the heaving metal of your shoulder plates.

“Frag…You-You’re too big.”

“Oh, do you want me to stop?” His tone was high in pitch and laced with manipulation. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your Prime now would you?”

A strangled whimper and a shake of your head ‘no’ gave little confirmation to his taunt in ‘permitting’ him to keep going, not that he cared whichever direction your response led.

Even if you wanted to stop, you had no power to break away from him.

A deep, dominating, chuckle bubbled within his chest plate. “I thought not. You’re serving me, a great honor really.”

It felt like being pried open, the way his spike speared into your clamping valve was utterly painful.

Despite your cries you attempted to stay still as the gold winged Prime behind you continued to push further.

Each half centimeter only served to strengthen the burn.

Halfway in you had closed your optics, denta plates gritted tightly shut.

“Take it all, I know you can.”

The same four words that once filled you with hope now filled you with burning heat.

You will take what he is so graciously giving you.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, his entire spike was successfully sheathed inside.

Though this was just the beginning.

“So tight,” Your body was clamped around the intruder in a vise grip. Desperately begging for it to be removed. “So small.”

His pace was brutally fast. The servos on your shoulder and hip kept you from escaping or sliding too far away from his attack.

Surprisingly, after a few klicks, the tight inner calipers of your valve slowly loosened. His spike, now slathered in a combination of fluids, began sliding without much resistance.

At last, a few surges of pleasure coursed through your system.

Soon both of you were grunting, occasionally moaning. Though your sounds far outnumbered his.

Your servos clenched into the smooth bedding atop his berth, surely tearing the fabric though in this moment neither of you cared. However it was something he would be sure to punish you for later.

“You're mine, little miner.” His hips pistoned faster, slamming against your aft, surely to leave you sore. “All Mine.”

In response all you could do was hold on tighter, moaning louder with each intense slam.

“I’ll. never. let. you. go.” Each word sent another wicked surge into your swollen valve.

Blind sighted by the throes of pleasure bordering on overstimulation his words simply did not translate in your faltering audio receptors.

Though he meant every bit of it.

Helm falling back and a loud moan echoing throughout the gold-plated room, his overload blazed hot through his system. Filling your already stuffed valve to the brim with his transfluid.

Fans whirling on high, neither of you moved from your conjoined position for a few klicks.

After he's regained his senses fully, he removes himself from your valve, being sure to marvel at his work of completely ruining your once virgin body with a devilish smirk. Admiring the way his bright blue transfluid seeped from your still clenching valve.

Though this will be far from the last time he sees you like this.

With wobbling arms, you attempted to rise, though as you began to lift yourself up a large servos pushed you back down.

"We're not done."

True to his word, you had earned a promotion.

Fitted with only the finest armor paneling and a fresh coat of paint you had earned yourself the pristine position of his pet.

A position you held with utmost dignity, after all you were serving your Prime.

#sentinel prime #sentinel prime x reader #transformers one #female reader #one shot #smut #dubc0n #transformers fic #Wrote this instead of sleeping #valveplug #cybertronian reader

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pretty fixation, wicked temptation | b. blake

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summary: season six - one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep made both you and bellamy crave each other’s touch, but you need a place to satisfy your urges without disruption. perhaps a new planet would do the trick. and what better way to heighten the anticipation than with a little challenge?

warnings: porn with plot, sexual crying??, teasing/taunting, mild gore, mild exhibitionism, murphy being a cockblock, mild size kink, mild bdsm, begging

note: this is the first one-shot/smut I’ve ever written so I kinda went overboard, but I promise it’s worth it in the end. you can imagine a different season of bellamy if you want (fuck you) but I personally think he’s extremely hot in season 6.

word count: 16.7k

“…I hope your lives there will be as happy as mine has been,” an aged Monty spoke on the monitor. “Be the good guys. May we meet again.”

You stared out the window of Eligius IV in awe, arms crossed over your chest whilst taking in the view of the planet you would soon call home. Plant Alpha. A place where, hopefully, everyone could find redemption. For you, it would be a place where you would find peace with your friends and family. And your boyfriend, Bellamy Blake.

“I know this is a lot to process,” Bellamy’s deep voice spoke to the group. “Take an hour, and then meet in the mess. We need to game this out.”

A few people in the room had a short dispute, but you tuned out their bickering, gaze locked on the view outside. Everyone began to disperse, leaving the room to gather their thoughts about what the future held for the last remnants of humanity. Everyone but you and Bellamy.

Your vision shifted from focusing on Planet Alpha to watching Bellamy walk towards you in the window’s reflection. He had changed drastically since the day you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to the ground. His body was broader, and more muscular due to the unrelenting battles he fought on Earth. His arms were bigger, stronger, and probably capable of carrying the weight of two people at once. And his hands, god, his hands—they were your ultimate weakness. They were much bigger compared to your own; his fingers were thicker and longer as well, and the things he could do with them… indescribable.

He now had a short, dark beard that circled his mouth and sparsely covered the sides of his jaw. You always loved the way it tickled your face whenever he kissed you and when it rubbed against your inner thighs whilst he went down on you.

What had changed the most was his mentality, which somehow made you fall even deeper in love with him. Bellamy Blake may have been twenty-three when you first met him, but he was then still just a boy. Now, he was a man.

“You okay?” he asked, his arm snaking around your waist as his towering frame stood beside you.

Leaning into his body, you both soaked in the rays of the two suns shining through the ship’s window.

“Just hoping we don’t make the same mistakes we did back on Earth,” you spoke. “There are a lot of people on this ship in need of a second chance.”

Bellamy chuckled. “Yeah. More like a fifth chance.”

You smiled, humming in agreement.

“This time will be different,” he continued, eyes narrowed at the planet in front of them. “We can’t keep making the same mistakes without learning from them. We won’t have bombs, or missiles, or war. I’ll make sure of it; if not for the last of humanity, then for you.”

You turned your head to look at him. Such a softie.

“I ever tell you how much I love you?” You reached one of your crossed arms across your torso and rested it on his which was cupping your waist.

In response, Bellamy’s hold tightened just a little bit more, causing your heart to fumble from the affectionate gesture. “On a few occasions.”

However short the one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep felt to your mind, your body could feel the effects of lacking physical touch for such a long time. Bellamy’s touch. Apparently, he felt the exact same way.

“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in over a century.” His voice became soft. He turned your body to face him with his back now facing the window. Dark brown eyes gazed down at you with an intensity only he could create, sending a sudden desire to let him absolutely ravage you right where you stood. His free hand reached up to your face and gently stroked the side of your cheek, the other now caressing the exposed skin of your waist. “Or touched you.”

Closing your eyes, you focused on the areas in which his skin connected with yours. Having been in a relationship with him for a few years, his touch became a familiar sensation. Despite that, on a purely physical level, your body had forgotten the pleasure-filled heights to which he could take you. Everything seemed new again, like the very first time he touched you.

And no matter the fact that time in cryosleep seemed like it passed instantaneously, neither of you could deny the obvious pining your bodies felt for one another.

You stepped closer, hands moving to rest on his chest. The distance between your bodies closed and you whispered, “Or felt me.”

His hands stilled, realising what you had meant. He leaned backwards, enough to get a good view of the look in your eyes. It was something deep and hungry for release. Sure, you’ve both had sex plenty of times; you’ve fucked rough and fast, made love sweet and slow—however many other variations there were, you’d done it—but Bellamy had never seen your desire for him appear as powerful as this.

Your eyes were swirling with a dark passion, like rolling waves in desperate need of a crest. Your cheeks were flushed, pupils so dilated your irises were almost obscured, and lips reddened and becoming plump even despite having made no contact with his own yet. It was no doubt a mirror of what you were feeling inside.

He took in a long deep breath, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your appearance, trying to steady his heartbeat which was raging out of control. You looked so beautiful. All the blood in his body drained to the lower half of him, leaving him light-headed and fuzzy, lust being the only thing to fill the contents of his mind. Bellamy could never stop lusting after you, he had just learned to control it. A one-hundred-year wait seemed like a perfectly acceptable reason to let loose a little.

“Fuck,” was all he said before his lips came crashing down onto yours.

It didn’t start slow, but rather fast and desperate. So desperate. Even so, your mouth moved in sync with his, alternating between sucking in quick breaths of air, kissing his soft yet rough lips, and allowing him to run his tongue over your own. Your hands moved up into his pushed-back hair, fingers delving between his brown waves to give a small tug, pulling a groan from inside him that buzzed against your lips.

He pulled you closer to his body with strong arms wrapped around your back, the sensitivity between your thighs coming into contact with his hardness. The material of your pants rubbing against you only enhanced the shiver-inducing sensation.

You reigned your focus back onto his lips. His mouth was hot against yours, unrelenting, catching your lips with his between each frantic breath of air. His tongue rolled over your own, so intricate and possessive as it pushed into your mouth.

Before you knew it, his hands had moved to the backs of your thighs and lifted you into his arms; your lips never disconnected. This was a movement you had both performed many times, so it wasn’t done without skill. He took a few steps forward before placing you on the control bench behind you. You hoped there were no important buttons beneath you that would cause End of Humanity 4.0.

His mouth moved from yours and down to your jaw, cupping his hand on the side of your neck to keep your head steady. You couldn’t tell if it was a moan or a sigh that escaped you. Maybe it was a mix of both, but whatever it was, it egged him on further. He had moved down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft, delicate skin. This time you were sure it was a moan you let out.

He curled his hand around your neck just below your jaw, careful not to apply too much pressure, but just enough to remain in control. He loved to be in control; he also knew how much you enjoyed it too. You loved how small he made you feel compared to him, how he could dominate you without an ounce of effort.

Your legs and his were in between one another like two puzzle pieces fit together, his knee between your thighs and pressing against your clit without him even realising it. Grabbing onto his shoulders for support, you pushed yourself further onto his knee, beginning to grind yourself against him as he continued to press kisses to your neck.

“Eager, huh?” his voice vibrated against your skin.

Now he knew.

Having realised what you were doing, he pushed further onto you, heightening the pressure as you rolled your hips against him. Your head fell back. It had been so long since your body had experienced such pleasure; you knew it wouldn’t take much to reach climax. Not that it mattered. It always took you both a few rounds before you were too exhausted to move anymore. Sometimes, even fatigue couldn’t stop you two.

After deciding enough damage was done to your neck, he returned to your mouth, this time slower and more sensual.

You could have easily come undone the way you were going, grinding yourself against him but knew it would be nothing compared to the release given by his hands. Greedy as you were, you wanted—needed—more, and you knew he would never deny such a request. Your satisfaction was his own after all.

“Bellamy,” you breathed against his lips. “Touch me.”

His forehead came to rest against your own, he too breathless from the heat of the situation.

“Didn’t know you were into exhibitionism, princess,” he spoke lowly with a smirk.

“Who said I was?”

“Well, technically, we have a whole world watching us.”

You rolled your eyes, a playful grin stretching across your lips only to be intersected by a short gasp as you felt his hand slip through the waistband of your pants and press against your clit.

The second you felt his fingers apply pressure and begin to move, the door to the room burst open.

“Hey, you guys need… Jesus Christ!”

Bellamy’s hand left you quicker than it came, or quicker than you came to be more exact. The both of you jumped up from your positions and turned to see Murphy standing at the door, eyes squeezed shut.

“You ever heard of knocking, Murphy,” Bellamy grumbled.

“It’s the fucking comms room!” he complained. “Just–we need you guys out in the mess hall. Now. Oh my god.”

He made quick work of leaving the room, mumbling something about rather having a missile dropped on him than ever having to witness that again.

You looked at Bellamy who seemed to share the same flustered state as you.

He blew out a stabilising breath and placed a hand behind your back. “Come on, we should see what they want.”

Still slightly trembling, you nodded, allowing him to guide the both of you out of the room as you attempted to fix your dishevelled hair. After walking together down a few hallways in tense silence, you both reached the mess hall to see the group sitting around a table, discussing something quietly among themselves. Among them was Murphy, who overdramatically shuddered at the sight of you two.

Before you could walk over, Bellamy grabbed your upper arm, leaning down until his hair brushed against your temple and he whispered, “I’m not done with you.”

He slid past you and walked towards everyone else, acting casual as they all burst into conversation. A minute or two passed until you had regained enough composure to join the group.

**********

It had been about two hours since the incident in the comms room. A plan had been set in place regarding their journey to the ground. One minute, you were safe and sound on Eligius IV, and the next, you and a small group were descending into the atmosphere of Planet Alpha in a ship.

There was a giant, wall-length window on the front of the ship that revealed the outside surroundings once you dipped below the clouds. This world was… otherworldly. Literally. The largest sun bathed the world in a constant orange glow, and the surface was covered in an abundance of vibrant green trees that sat atop various hills and rocky snow-covered mountains. All the clouds were a light orange; the sky was more pink and orange than blue. It was like they had entered a landscape painting depicting heaven.

Everyone seemed to share the same look of astonishment.

Shaw turned in his seat to face everyone. “Boys and girls, meet Planet Alpha.”

With a shudder, the ship finally planted itself on the ground, the machine hum cutting off as the rockets stopped firing. Belt buckles clicked as everybody stood from their seats, moving in front of the door, awaiting its opening. You looked beside you to see Bellamy with that same tiny grin he had the first time they opened the dropship doors. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. Technically, it was well over a lifetime ago.

He pulled down the lever and the door began to fall open. A gust of breathable fresh air wafted in your face and you inhaled deeply. It was sweet and unpolluted. Everyone remained still as they took in the incredible scenery. There were no words to describe it.

“Anyone got anything better than ‘we’re back bitches’?” Miller jested.

“Yeah,” you spoke. “Let’s not bite the apple this time.”

There were a few chuckles, a few sentimental words exchanged, along with a few heated words spoken between Shaw and Clarke. Some people were still upset over her betrayal back on Earth. What they were yet to realise was that this was not Earth, this was someplace new, a place for second chances and new beginnings.

They were supposed to be looking for a beacon that depicted a safe place for them to take up residence. Shaw, along with his tracking device, began heading in the beacon’s direction and soon enough everyone else followed suit.

You took a few moments for yourself to take in the surroundings and silently thank Monty and Harper for their sacrifice. A bittersweet smile sat on your lips and a single tear slipped down your cheek. A Garden of Eden this was, and they’d be damned if they let another serpent in.

Without even realising it, Bellamy had stood beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder before pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

“We’ll do better this time,” he reassured as if he could read your mind.

You turned your head and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder.

His eyes crinkled as a soft smile grew on his lips. “Come on, let's catch up to the others.”

And so, you did.

Following Bellamy until you caught up with the rest of the group, you began the journey to the beacon, trekking through the new and undisturbed forest. Though it was beautiful, you still had a lingering fear of what might lurking in the thick clusters of trees. Maybe there were Grounders here too. At least they were human beings with actual consciences. This was an entirely new planet in an entirely new solar system so there could be animals or beings they had never encountered before.

All you could do was pray you weren’t on the bottom of the food chain.

An hour or two passed before the forest began to thin out and give way to a lake of pristine blue water surrounded by overlooking mountains.

“Looks like we found a water source,” Bellamy spoke as they stepped onto the tan sand. “We’ll camp here tonight and continue on at first light.”

They were confronted wave after wave with the planet’s beauty without end. It almost seemed too perfect. As everyone was distracted by the new view, Murphy began walking towards the water, removing a piece of clothing with each step, completely disregarding the fact that he had healing bullet holes on his body.

You stepped forward to stop him just as the others did. “Murphy, wait, your–”

He glanced back at you, cutting your sentence off. “Comms room!”

That shut you up, as well as causing your face to redden intensely.

Clarke stepped beside you, watching as Murphy took off his shirt and stepped into the water, diving beneath the surface. “What was that about?”

“Uh, nothing.” You side-eyed Bellamy who was shifting his weight, clearly uncomfortable.

Soon enough, Murphy had resurfaced, his wounds bleeding and turning the water around him a faint rust colour. Not that he cared.

“Come on in, the water’s fine!” he shouted.

Emori was next to enter the water, though not entirely at her own will. It was nice to see her and Murphy enjoying themselves, but who said they could have all the fun?

Without a second thought, you unclipped your backpack and dropped it to the ground, tying your hair into a low bun with the band on your wrist. You lifted your long-sleeve shirt over your head, leaving you only in your low-cut tank top. You had thought it would have been Bellamy who was first to notice, except it was Clarke whose eyes were now trained on your chest.

Brows raised, you motioned to your eyes with two fingers. “Eyes up here, Clarke.”

She cleared her throat and mumbled an apology, focusing back on Emori and Murphy.

You walked over to Bellamy, standing beside him as he watched the scene in front of him. His attention quickly shifted to you as your hip brushed against his hand.

“What d’you say, Blake?” You unbuttoned your jeans, pushing them down to your ankles and stepping out. “Up for a swim?”

His lips parted as he stared down at your half-naked figure. Before he had a chance to answer, you were making your way down to the water with a tantalising grin. You were nothing if not a tease and he knew that firsthand. A little extra sway in your hips was all it took for him to start removing his own backpack and undressing his upper body.

The water had reached up to your hips before a pair of hands abruptly grabbed onto your waist. A short shriek escaped your throat before you were tackled beneath the water. Resurfacing, you wiped the water from your eyes, coming face-to-face with an amused Bellamy.

“Asshole!” You attempted to push his chest, but he didn’t budge, instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist again and began dragging you both further out.

“So easily riled up,” he teased with a smirk.

Sighing defeatedly, you leaned into his grasp, allowing him to keep you both afloat. Bellamy could just touch the lake floor, so you knew if he let you go, you would be drowning. Swimming wasn’t exactly anyone’s strong suit, so you just hoped you hadn’t done anything previously to piss him off.

Your legs curled around his torso. At first, the action was innocent, but then you realised that the little performance you made on the beach had consequences. Hard consequences that he seemed to be very aware of. Eyes blown wide with surprise, you squeezed your legs around his hips, grounding yourself onto him.

He grunted softly, tightening his hold on you. “You do that again and I won’t care if everyone is watching.”

The deep sense of possession enveloped in his voice sent warm tingles running down your spine, replacing the coldness of the water surrounding your body. Knowing him, he probably wasn’t lying either, especially given both of your rising desires for each other. For a split second, you were ready to test the legitimacy of his threat, but rationality was quick to jump in.

As you loosened your hold around him, you were unsure whether the look he gave you was of praise or displeasure. If you couldn’t do that, then you would at least take advantage of the opportunity for another type of intimacy.

Placing a hand on either side of his jaw, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his which he was quick to reciprocate. Droplets of fresh water dripped from the wet strands across his forehead, mixing between your skin and his, and alleviating the heat of each other’s desire.

His hands ran up and down your back underneath your saturated tank top, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake. Over and over, you kissed him and then you’d take a split second to get some air. It quickly became a pattern yet each time your lips met became more and more exhilarating.

The moment was rapidly becoming more fervent with each passing second. Soon enough, you were clinging onto each other, the water rippling from your bodies moving ever-so-slightly against one another to create some kind of friction. You could hear Bellamy’s breathing become quick and uneven, just like your own. You could feel his tongue glide across your bottom lip as if to knock before entering. And just before you could let him in, you were pulled apart…

“Hey. Hey! None of that shit,” Murphy demanded from a distance.

Bellamy pulled away first, visibly frustrated as he turned his head to your interrupter.

You simply pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned, one hand still holding onto his shoulder.

“Shut up, Murphy!” you and Bellamy shouted in unison.

Even Emori was quick to come to your aid. “Come on, John, they were just kissing.”

“You haven’t seen the things I’ve seen,” you heard him murmur to her.

**********

The sky was blanketed in darkness long after the two suns dipped below the horizon. Insects were chirping, a small fire was crackling in the centre of the group, and tiny waves were cresting on the shore. You were leaning against a log of driftwood, legs extended in front of you as you gazed at the giant, ringed planet in the sky, its purple and pink hue reflecting on the lake’s surface.

Peace. Or so it would have been if not for the chaos running rampant in your mind.

Bellamy’s lips. Bellamy’s hands. Bellamy’s fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut. Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy–

A loud pop from the fire sounded which startled you from your thoughts.

Opening your eyes, you looked around the camp. Everybody else seemed to be in their own little worlds too, unable to shake the incredulity of knowing they were now on an alien planet. Clarke was on her back, gazing up at the foreign sky above; Jackson was enthusing about the unfamiliar wildlife. Echo simply admired the tall mountains that encompassed the lake, an expression of gratitude reflecting on her face. You would feel the same way too if your hormones weren’t raging like that of a teenage boy’s.

To add fuel to the fire—quite literally—Bellamy was bent over the flames, cyan blue sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and feeding more wood to the blaze. His dark curls were pushed back from his face apart from a few stray strands. His skin was shining from the humidity, sending your mind spiralling into a visualisation of the times he was on top of you, all sweaty and hitting that eye-rolling spot inside of you over and over.

You sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. This was ridiculous; he was your boyfriend and yet every time he was near, your body responded to him like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Something on your mind?”

He had sat down beside you, your shoulders now pushed up against one another.

More like ‘someone’, you thought.

“Nope.” You crossed your legs over one another, thighs squeezing together in the hopes of providing some kind of relief. You couldn’t even bear to look at him, afraid that your willpower would come crumbling to ruins. “No thoughts up here.”

Bellamy eyed your visibly flustered state, one cocky eyebrow raised.

His hand moved onto your leg. “Liar. I know your tells. And this,” he murmured whilst squeezing the inner plush of your thigh, “is one of them.”

Finally, your gaze met his, almost like you were in a standoff. He knew how much you were suffering. Mostly because he was too.

“Bellamy,” you warned.

He turned back to the fire, slowly kneading your inner thigh. “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh.”

The flickering flames reflecting in his dark brown irises turned them a blazing orange but did nothing to alleviate the darkness that was sitting just behind his eyes. Taunting him probably wasn’t the brightest idea at that moment.

Then again, it also held the potential to be a fantastic idea. You knew how he got when pushed to his limits.

“Seems like we can’t go five minutes without being interrupted,” he began, curling his hand around your thigh. “So, I figured we may as well turn it into a challenge.”

“A challenge?” you asked, moving your hand on top of his and taking control.

He nodded.

Slowly, you began to guide his hand further up your thigh, inch by inch. As expected, he showed no resistance. You could even see the imprint on the front of his pants which were now tight for the third time that day. “And what exactly does this challenge involve?”

As you got closer to the destination you craved most, your movements became slower, and more delayed, contrasting to the increasing pace of your chest rising and falling. Your shoulders pushed back against the driftwood, your body reclining just a tiny bit further as you stared up at him, lips parted.

Bellamy watched his hand travel beneath your own, completely transfixed. “We, uh, see who can last longer without…” he trailed off as your thighs clamped tighter around him.

The side of his hand brushed against your clit through the material of your pants and your breath hitched. Thank god everyone else was too distracted to notice the situation unfolding before them. The fire was probably doing you both some favours as well.

“Without…?” you coaxed him on.

You pressed him firmer against you, rolling your hips in small circles to create the sensation you’d been longing for. He didn’t move, only allowing you to use him for your own pleasure. The muscles in your stomach flexed as tingles quickly spread across the lower half of your body, from your toes to beneath Bellamy’s hand. You’d give anything to let him give you your release then and there, but you knew an audience wasn’t exactly favourable.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the build-up.

God, Bellamy was right. You really were into exhibitionism.

By the way his brows were pulled together and his eyes looked almost pained, you swore he was about to come undone just at the sight of you.

He clenched his jaw and managed to ground out, “Without touching each other.”

Your eyes flickered between his, showing no sign of stopping your movements even when he finally managed to get out his explanation. You slightly bucked your hips forward, pulling him in further to which he inhaled sharply. Truth be told, Bellamy was the most stubborn person you had ever met, excluding his sister, Octavia. But there was one thing that could overrule Bellamy’s unwavering resolve, and that was you. Hell, on multiple occasions all you had to do was ask and he would be on his knees, mouth between your thighs in the blink of an eye, so he should have known the minute he announced his little game, you had already won.

“Okay,” you whispered with an innocent smile.

Within seconds, you had shot up onto your feet, now hovering over him.

Instinctively, he too moved into a standing position as if under threat. He stood so close that your torso was nearly touching his.

“What are you doing?” He leaned in close, voice low to prevent attracting any attention from the others.

“Um, winning?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, right. I’ve gone over a century without you; I can last a little longer.”

You took one step closer until you were flush against him. How could you not? It’s not like he’d expect you to make it easy on him.

“Only a little? Oh, come on Blake, have a bit of faith in yourself. You can last longer than that.” You looked him up and down. “I would know.”

He peered down at you, eyes half-lidded, and hummed a chuckle, one that was meant to say, ‘You are in way over your head, princess’. Maybe you were or maybe he was. What you both knew for sure was how the game was going to end, and despite your determination to win, that moment couldn’t come soon enough.

His body left yours and he backed away, a smug smirk resting on his face. He retreated over to Murphy and Emori, sitting on the log beside them and began engaging in their conversation.

You turned to face the fire, letting out a shaky breath you were hoping he couldn’t hear. It had become quiet now, the surrounding area seemed different compared to just a few minutes prior, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. The small waves were still rolling onto the shore; the campfire was still crackling.

Something was missing.

You scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing.

“Ow!”

Your eyes snapped to the sudden voice. Clarke was sitting on a plank of wood, rubbing the back of her neck with her brows furrowed together.

Walking over, you sat on a log adjacent to her. “What happened?”

“Oh, just got bit by a bug.” She gestured to the dead insect lying on the wood beside her.

It had big, round eyes, and wings like a fly. Wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if it weren’t the size of your palm and had a tail like a scorpion.

“Some bug.”

That’s when you realised—all the insects had stopped chirping.

Almost on command, Jackson and Miller stumbled over to the campfire, gaining everyone’s attention as Jackson rambled on about how he had captured the same bug in a glass jar and its behaviour had randomly become erratic. People began rising from their seats and crowding to watch the insect smash itself against the glass. Clarke and you shared a concerned look.

The air, which once was silent and peaceful, began to buzz like you were all surrounded by a cluster of beehives. Reality was much worse.

“What the hell is that?” Emori spoke.

As if to answer her question, the sky suddenly filled with hundreds, no, thousands of winged insects, which seemed to follow each other in groups that formed large patterns in the air. You were willing to bet your life on them being the same as the one that bit Clarke. Great—man-eating bugs.

“Swarm.”

“Everybody cover up! We’re heading to the beacon now!” Bellamy commanded.

You snatched your backpack from the ground, pulling out a black cotton scarf before slinging the bag straps over your shoulders. Not long passed before the others did the same and you were all running for your lives through the dense thicket of trees. Branches snagged on your clothes, shredding them to bits as you struggled not to run face-first into a tree. You wouldn’t be the first to do it, though…. Murphy.

Your breathing was becoming irregular as your body pushed to its limits. As awful as it sounded, when Emori tripped over a fallen branch and the group had to stop and help her, you praised the lord. Everyone huddled together, the bugs now surrounding the group, flying past and leaving bite marks on your bodies. Luckily, Clarke had the idea to light a flare.

“They hate fire! Light the flares!” she shouted.

Someone came running toward you from where Emori had tripped, placing a hand on each of your upper arms. Upon seeing their eyes, you knew it was Bellamy. He wordlessly scanned your features for any wounds, his gaze a mixture of concentration and worry. You nodded as if to tell him you were alright, and he did the same.

After the ten seconds you were provided to catch your breath passed, you were on the move again, the flares now protecting the group from the swarm. The trees were becoming less and less, and the ground under your feet had turned into a wide gravel path that ended at a large field of crops surrounded by metal rod towers.

You continued running forward, following the others as the field grew closer. In front was Shaw, who was multi-tasking between tracking the beacon on his device and leading the group to safety.

“Here! The beacon’s here!” he shouted.

Just as he passed through the towers that bordered the crop field, a bolt of what looked like lightning struck him. He was sent flying back into the group with a yell, landing at your feet.

“Shaw!” You crouched down, observing the minor burns that were littered across his cheeks and forehead.

He groaned, pulling himself back onto his feet with your assistance. “I’m alright.”

Jackson rushed to his side, immediately pulling out his med pack and assessing his wounds. The damage wasn’t lethal but if they couldn’t find a way to get through to the other side, they would have more to be worried about than burnt flesh.

Clarke was already searching for an answer to their escape and once again, she found it.

“It’s radiation.” She looked around as the bugs began to circle them, blocking their long-distance view. “We need to get through. It won’t affect me.”

Before anyone could stop her, she was running through the shield-like fence.

“Clarke, wait!”

“Get back here!”

To everyone’s surprise, she made it out the other side without a scratch. But how was everyone else supposed to get through without Nightblood?

You felt a warm hand slip into your own, offering a small amount of comfort. You didn’t need to look to know whose it belonged.

“Clarke, the tower—its Eligius tech. You need the failsafe code to turn off the shield!” Shaw yelled out. “Four-seven-eight-one-five!”

Exhaling a sigh of relief, you squeezed Bellamy’s hand. There’s a failsafe code.

Clarke rushed to one of the metal towers, opened the control panel and punched in the code. The energy sources atop each tower dissipated, signalling the shield's termination.

“It’s down! Come on!”

Murphy was the first to pass through, dragging Emori behind him. Copying his actions, Bellamy tugged you forward, the both of you passing through the towers together. Once everyone made it through, Clarke powered up the defence again, causing the swarm of insects to disintegrate upon meeting the shield’s radiation bolts.

No one said a word. Instead, they used the time to catch their breaths, some laying on the ground and others dropping to their knees. You tugged the covering off your head and placed your hands on your thighs for support. Multiple strands of hair fell around your face as you bent over, trying to replace the air your lungs lost, a few strings of curses spilling out in between.

Bellamy, who was so inconceivably fit that his breathing was already slow and even, placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

Lifting a shaky arm from your leg, you gave him the thumbs up.

He tenderly massaged your shoulder and scanned the group to make sure everyone else was alright.

“What the hell was that?” Echo huffed.

**********

Night cycles on Planet Alpha operated very differently compared to Earth—darkness held the sky for a good five hours before the two suns rose again, much unlike the twelve hours everyone was accustomed to back on Earth. That and this planet sent man-eating swarms of insects whenever night fell. Or so you assumed.

The suns peaked through the distant treetops; orange beams of light were spread across the fields you had walked. A few hours had gone by since you first stepped through the radiation shields. A few hours of walking got you and the others atop a small mountain that seemed to be centred within the large circle of towers, providing a good bird's eye view of the fields of crops below.

You continued trekking up the well-trodden path on the hill, Bellamy and Clarke on either side of you. The last time you interacted with Bellamy was when you entered the protected area, but since then, you had avoided eye contact, physical touch, and conversation. You knew yourself; one wrong move and you would lose his game. Despite almost being eaten alive, you were still determined to stick to the rules, and even though innocent affection and conversation were allowed, you didn’t want to risk it.

Plus, total avoidance would only make him crave you more—the basic rule of men, unfortunately.

Emori walked a few steps in front of the group, her movements quickening as they reached a rounded corner. “Guys, look. Stairs.”

Orange-brick stairs came into view and you watched as Emori began ascending them, everyone else following behind her. You climbed up the stairs, Bellamy ahead of you by a step or two. Not for long though. Your pace increased until you were shoulder-to-shoulder, but only for a split second before you placed a hand on his bicep, dragging your palm across as you moved a few steps ahead of him. You could hear his breath hitch and a small smirk teased the corner of your lips. Now he was the one behind you—how he usually liked it.

If you weren’t going to interact with him, the least you could do was give him a good view.

Once you reached the top of the stairs, everyone stood side-by-side, taking in the view in front of them. It was incredible. It was like all the beauty on that planet had been condensed, thrown into a single area and turned into a village. That was what it was—a village. Plus, a castle?

“They have a castle,” Murphy said in wonder.

It looked like something from medieval times crossed with The Hobbit. The windows were circular and made of multi-coloured glass panes. The structure was made of bricks and rounded towers with various intricate patterns decorating different areas, and two round staircases curving up to a second-level balcony. It was so striking it had to have belonged to some divine being because no one else could have deserved such a beautiful palace. Well, there was one exception.

You glanced at Bellamy whose face was lit up with the brightest grin you had ever seen as he too let the beauty sink in. Your heart skipped a beat and you had to turn away. So, you turned to Murphy.

“Perfect for you, Murphy,” you jested. “King of the cockroaches.”

“Careful. Roaches bite, you know,” he retorted

You raised your hands in faux fear.

Clarke stepped forward. “Come on. Let’s see if anyone’s home.”

Most of the buildings looked modern and were made of glass and coloured wood or shipping containers, surrounded and covered by different types of flora. Flowers were not in short supply there, that was for sure; every garden held a new and exotic type. Even the pond in the middle of the village had flowers in it. There were coloured banners everywhere as well—some that hung from each building, and some that were standalone's. The suns’ light just made everything seem so much more vibrant and enchanting.

You and the others were going door-to-door, knocking on each one to see if anyone was there. So far, you had no luck, if that’s even what it was. Almost every home had been checked, but there was no one. The last house to be checked came by and apparently Murphy ran out of patience for simple pleasantries. He kicked the front doors open.

“Well, look at that.” He turned to the group. “This one’s unlocked.”

He stepped inside and began rummaging through the owner’s belongings, not that it surprised anyone very much. You watched as he bent over and picked up something that looked like a neck cuff connected to chains on a wall.

“Hm. Kinky.” He turned back to the group with a devious grin on his face. His eyes flickered between you and Bellamy. “Any takers?”

He gestured between the two of you with the chains as if he were offering them. Oh, you were so tempted to pull a knife on him.

Your eyes went wide, and Bellamy almost choked on his own breath. All eyes were now on you and him.

You took off in the opposite direction before anyone could say a word. “I’m–I’m gonna find a change of clothes.”

It was a perfectly reasonable excuse to leave anyway. Your clothes were practically threadbare from the rough escape through the forest. Thankfully, you could hear the group begin talking about something completely unrelated before you were out of hearing distance. You weren’t sure where you were headed in particular. Anywhere that wasn’t near Murphy or Bellamy would suffice.

You didn’t want to be apart from Bellamy at all. Quite the opposite. You wanted him. You wanted his hands to roam all over your body, to feel his arms tight around your waist as he thrust deep inside you from beneath, and to have his name dripping from your tongue as he made it impossible for you to distinguish the meaning between the words ‘love’ and ‘lust’.

(If only you knew that he was suffering the exact same way.)

However, his ego was much too inflated for you to let him win. It was a sacrifice for the greater good. The greater good being not having to constantly listen to him tease you for losing in the future. But as time went on and your body started physically reacting to the separation, losing started to seem like not such a terrible idea. You were conflicted. Give in, or push on? The decision was painfully frustrating and also just downright painful.

While amidst your thoughts, your feet had carried you to the opposite side of the village until you were standing outside a dark red-wooded house. Covering the poles that held up the structure’s second story were apple blossoms. “Let’s not bite the apple this time.” That was the first thing you had said after stepping onto the ground—a reference to the story of Adam and Eve. Now here you were, contemplating handing yourself over to desire. A literal bite of the apple.

You shook your head, pulling down the door handle to the red house and it opened. Locks didn’t exist in this place it seemed. Stepping inside, you noticed several cardboard boxes on the ground both opened and unopened. There was furnishing such as couches, bookcases, a round glass dining table, and leather seats, but they were all scattered across the room and half had white sheets covering them. It looked like the owner had just been moving in.

As you assessed the room, you noticed a floor-length mirror attached to one of the walls, so naturally, you moved yourself in front of it. The reflection did not match the person you were before leaving Eligius IV. Your bun wasn’t even a bun anymore; half of it had fallen out whilst the other struggled to stay within the hair band. Your clothes had more holes than you could count and were covered in a thick layer of dirt and insect blood. A grimace fell across your face. Gross.

At your feet was another cardboard box; it was opened with a variety of fabrics spilling out. Crouching down, you pulled out the black material at the top to find that it was a long-sleeve off-the-shoulder shirt. It wasn’t exactly practical, but it beat wearing insect organs. You exchanged your two previous shirts for the black shirt; the material stretched around your curves, clinging to your body like a second skin.

Next was a change of pants. You kicked off your shoes and peeled off your jeans, leaving you only in your black underwear and socks. And so, the search began. A good ten minutes went by and you found nothing but long skirts and dresses. You were not about to walk outside dressed up like some grounder princess. Not now at least. Maybe there were more boxes upstairs?

After locating the staircase to the second story, you began to climb. Just like the first level, there were boxes and furnishings. There was a large thigh-high mattress against the back wall with two glass doors on either side leading to a balcony. The mattress was covered in several different blankets consisting of shades between white and purple with a mountain of matching pillows at the head of the bed. On the wall facing the mattress was another floor-length mirror. These people had a vanity problem.

Much to your displeasure, none of the boxes upstairs contained any pants either, so there you stood in the middle of the room wearing only a tight shirt and underwear. You sighed in frustration, tugging your hair band from the bun and letting your locks cascade over your shoulders and down your back. With nothing else to do, you decided you might as well go outside and see what the others were doing. You stepped out onto the balcony; the house’s architect had the right idea by designing it with a concrete fence that covered your lower half.

The others were still lingering on the other side of the village. You rested your forearms on the balcony fence, watching as Murphy signalled for Shaw and Bellamy’s assistance with pulling a heavy wooden crate from inside one of the houses. Knowing Murphy, it was probably full of stuff he was going to take for himself, which would have explained Bellamy’s reluctant stance. There was also something else that seemed to be troubling him. He looked distracted, almost torn between choices, his eyes occasionally wandering to the opposite side of the village where you had previously walked off to. Nevertheless, he eventually did give in to helping Murphy.

And then suddenly time all around you began to slow down. You were in a trance and it was no one but Bellamy’s fault.

He shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, exposing his tanned and veiny arms beneath. He placed his hands underneath the crate and lifted in time with Murphy and Shaw. Even from such a distance, you could see his muscles tense and flex under the weight, the size of his biceps nearly doubling and bursting through the seams of his shirt. His face carried a strained expression, something you had seen many times before but in very different circumstances.

Your skin flushed with heat, and your bottom lip curled between your teeth as you struggled to keep your breathing under control. Blood was buzzing in your ears; you felt fucking intoxicated. You were aware of how feral your behaviour had become but it was inevitable. In a game like this, it had to be.

Once the crate was outside, he and Murphy placed it on the ground. Bellamy ran a hand through his hair, his gaze already beginning to wander once again. As if he could feel your stare burning straight through him, his eyes found your distant ones up on the balcony. The feeling of a hole being burnt through him was understandable because your eyes were ablaze with sin. That had to have been the tenth time you’d made him hard now and it was becoming painful.

You weren’t embarrassed to be caught staring, instead, you were intrigued as to what his next movements would be. But he made none. He simply stared at you over his shoulder, eyes stern and calculating. Who was going to win wasn’t the question anymore. The question was: How could either of you prepare for what was coming? A century’s worth of abstinence was also a century’s worth of build-up, meaning the release would be messy, and Bellamy wasn’t one to hold back.

Finally, he broke the eye contact, but only for a few seconds. His eyes moved to the building beside him and then back to you as if he were trying to get you to follow his gaze. So, you did. What he had gestured to was another pair of chains and handcuffs connected to a wall. Instinctively, you gasped, feeling a pulse in your stomach which you knew was his exact objective. You looked back at him, seeing the self-satisfied grin plastered on his face before he turned back to the group.

That son of a bitch.

Your back slid down the concrete fence until your ass hit the cold marble floor. He was driving you to sex-crazed insanity and you didn’t know how to fight against it. You needed something. Anything to relieve the torment. But you knew if you started, your hands would never stop, not until they were replaced with his.

Maybe the cuffs weren’t such a bad idea.

“No!” you had to verbally reprimand yourself.

Your head fell in your hands. This was all getting too much for you. One-hundred-and-twenty-five years… and a day! You wouldn’t call yourself a nymphomaniac but holy fuck. It was getting to the point that even his name had you aching, tearing yourself to shreds. You couldn’t take it any longer.

Moving onto your hands and knees, you began crawling—yes, crawling—back inside. You managed to pull yourself up onto the mattress with trembling arms and fell back against the quilt and cushions in the middle of the bed. A shaky breath left your lips. If Bellamy couldn’t be there to take care of you, then you would finish the job yourself.

You slipped a hand beneath the thin fabric covering your heat, fingers racing to meet the spot you needed. Back arching into the bed and stomach tightening—that is what you expected to happen when your fingers began circling your clit, but it was nothing of the sort. All you felt was skin on skin and the slightest of sensations. Even when you pressed harder, and moved faster, there was nothing.

Letting out a quiet, distressed cry, you readjusted your position and switched hands. You began rubbing back and forth, side-to-side, every way that had gotten the job done in the past. You moved one hand under your shirt and began massaging your breast, pinching and grazing your nipple, trying to replicate all the moves Bellamy had pulled on you before.

Still, there was no relief from the ache you felt. You needed to go further. Your hand moved lower, fingers hovering over your slick opening before sliding one in. This was never your forte; it was Bellamy’s. Whenever you needed to pleasure yourself, you would stick with outside stimulation, so all you knew was what he had done to you. After sliding your finger in and out a few times, you added another, but it still didn’t feel right. There was something you were missing that he usually did.

He took over your thoughts and you tried to imagine it was his hands instead of your own, but you were just fooling yourself. They were your fingers, not his. You were alone and you were desperate. No one could make you feel as close to heaven as him, not even yourself. Somehow, he knew the workings of your body even better than you did. Without him there in your desperate time of need, it was useless…

So, you started crying—like, actual tears-running-down-cheeks-and-sniffling crying. You felt utterly pathetic and that was all you felt. There was nothing you could do to help yourself. Bellamy was outside with the others, and it wasn’t like you could just waltz out there without pants on and ask him to fuck you incoherent.

Your fingers slipped out from inside you, wet and splayed across your bare stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, condemned to the unshakable longing within. Too distracted by your inability to satisfy yourself and your attempts to stop the tears from flowing, you didn’t hear the door downstairs open and closd. You sniffled, continuing to feel sorry for yourself.

Footsteps were coming up the staircase, but you didn’t hear them either. Nor did you notice the familiar figure that was now leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, feeling that same terrible longing that had led him to you. Only when he cleared his throat did you shoot up into a sitting position.

Bellamy.

“Bellamy,” you whispered, eyes wide and full of new-found hope.

He didn’t say anything, just simply observed you. First, he noticed the sparse clothing on the bottom half of your body; his pants became the tiniest bit tighter. Then he saw your eager expression—even tighter. And then, his eyes found the fingers lying in your lap, coated in a shine that had his entire body pulsing.

The drying tears on your cheeks were a dead giveaway of the desperation you had for him. He tilted his head, insincere pity washing across his features that you knew was only meant to taunt you. “What did you do?”

Your mouth opened to speak but you couldn’t find the words. “I–I–”

He pushed off the doorway and slowly walked over to you, each step measured in regard to prolonging the time it took for the distance between you and him to close.

You moved onto your knees as he got closer.

Once he finally stopped beside the mattress where you were sitting, he peered down at you. “Just couldn’t wait, could you?”

His arms were doing that thing again where they bulged beneath his shirt. He was right in front of you, all you had to do was reach out and touch. So, you did. You reached for his arm, but he was quick to intercept, catching your wrist in his hand. He looked like he was holding back a smirk, but his scheming eyes revealed how he felt. Smug.

For a moment, he moved his attention to your hand, turning it side-to-side to watch the light catch on the wetness. His eyes returned to yours and it was suddenly impossible to guess what he was thinking. He gently began to pull you forward, guiding you off the bed and you let him, oblivious as to where he was taking you.

When your feet hit the ground, he led you towards the wall. What you had failed to notice when you first entered the room was that there was another pair of chains connected to a handcuff. Scratch what you had thought before—these people had a bigger kink problem than vanity. Before you even had a chance to think, the leather cuff was bound around both your wrists.

You looked up at Bellamy. “Wait, wha–what are you doing?”

He sat back on the edge of the mattress. “Giving you another chance to win.”

The game. You had almost forgotten.

Winning and losing were a foreign concept to your mind now. All you wanted was Bellamy and he knew it which was why he found teasing you so entertaining. You tugged on the chains, trying to reach out to him even though you knew it was useless.

“Don’t think that will work, princess.”

You stared at him, exhaling sharply. Frustration was quickly building, and you wondered how long it would take until you were in tears again.

He looked around the room as though he hadn’t a worry in the world.

“It’s kinda hot in here, don’t you think?” he asked, brows furrowed.

Then he was pulling his shirt over his head and you were sinking to your knees. That was just cruel. His entire torso was exposed now, from his well-defined abs and chest to his broad and muscular shoulders. So cruel.

Your head fell back against the wall. “Bell–”

“What were you thinking about?” he interrupted, arms crossed over his chest again. There was no material preventing you from watching his muscles expand, from seeing the crafted curves of his toned arms. “Before I came in.”

I was pretending it was you who was touching me, you thought of saying, but your voice failed you.

He leaned forward, forearms resting on his spread knees. Staring at you expectantly, he was quick to realise he wasn’t getting an explanation. He nodded as if to say, ‘I see how it is’.

“Was it my fingers…?” He began cracking his knuckles one finger at a time, gaining all of your attention. “Or was I inside you?”

Your walls spasmed at the thought and you sighed softly.

“Were you imagining what it would feel like to have me between your legs after so long?” You closed your eyes, listening to him put the images in your mind. “How good I can make you feel? How fast?”

Goosebumps spread all over your body, your skin tingling with anticipation. You heard the bedsheets ruffling. He had moved off the mattress, now crouched in front of you, but you didn’t dare to open your eyes.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about it too.” His voice was a low murmur now. “I can’t stop.”

He watched your eyes screw shut even tighter as he got closer. You looked like you were hurting, and he almost gave in, with heavy emphasis on the ‘almost’. Instead, he ghosted a finger across your collarbone. “I think about kissing you here.” He trailed up your neck. “Here.”

You could feel the air flexing between your lips and his finger, and you shivered. “And here.”

Your eyes slowly peeled open to see his face in front of yours. His dark eyes flickered between your own, peering deep into your soul which was entwined with him. He was already inside you without even touching you; he was inside your mind and under your skin. Your body was his and his body was yours. You loved him so intensely that whenever he fucked you, you forgot you were two different people instead of one.

To Hell with the challenge. To Hell with losing. He was your Heaven, and such torturous deterrents wouldn’t keep you away from the rapture he gave.

In a single move, you leaned forward and crashed your lips to his. Your body curved into him and he caught you with both arms, holding you upright against him. There was a split second before Bellamy responded as realised you finally gave in which meant he could too, and his lips began moving against yours. Just like the first kiss you shared on Eligius IV after waking up, this one was hungry, but that word sounded inadequate compared to what it really was. ‘Ravenous’ was more accurate.

You moaned into his mouth, your body feeling like it was coming alive.

His movements were intoxicating and so were the small sounds he made when he tried to fill his lungs with air. There was a rumbling in his chest, and he sounded almost primal. He brought a hand to the side of your head, fingers buried beneath your hair as he deepened the kiss, merging your lips with his.

Your bodies rocked backwards and forwards, your cuffed hands pressed against his chest meanwhile his were around your back and the other was in your hair. Bellamy’s hand moved to squeeze your waist and your mouth opened, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and meet your own.

He rolled his tongue over yours during one kiss, and the next, yours had asserted dominance. You swirled around him, tasting him, mixing with him. During the time you took to explore the inside of his mouth, the floor beneath you had disappeared and was replaced with his arms. Your back was against the wall and if he wanted to, he could have dropped you at his feet; you had no way of holding on except for your legs which were wrapped around his hips.

You returned the power to him for a few seconds only to then lightly bite down on his bottom lip. He let out a quiet groan and slowly drew back to press his forehead to yours. For a while, you both stayed like this, breathing in each other’s breaths with your eyes closed.

Everything around you began to spin, and your head felt euphoric as you used his air as your own. The sensation spread through your body, it coursed through your veins and you needed to move, to feel it come to life. Your hips bucked forward but he was quick to push back, pinning you against the wall with a small grunt. His erection pressed between your legs, but he didn’t move. Eyes snapping open, you sent him a pleading look. How much longer was he going to make you wait? You tried to move your cuffed hands between your bodies, but he held them to his chest with one hand.

You wiggled against him, but it was futile.

“Bell,” you almost sobbed. “Bellamy, please.”

He lifted a finger beneath your chin, watching your reddened lips whisper the word ‘please’. He watched your eyes water, tears threatening to spill over the edge. You begged him over and over, and he allowed you to. He let you humiliate yourself in the hopes that he would give you what you wanted. You had completely fallen apart, and now he was going to piece you back together.

“What do you want?” His thumb brushed across your lips.

“Just touch me,” you pleaded.

A few more moments passed of you both just staring at each other, and then it was like something finally snapped in his eyes. He set you down on your feet. At first, you thought he was going to sit back on the bed, and you nearly choked out an objection. That isn’t what happened.

Instead, he pressed another tender kiss to your lips, then to your jaw, your neck, and down your clothed chest. His hands moved down either side of your body as he sunk to his knees in front of you and trailed kisses across your exposed stomach.

Your breaths started coming out in shorter, shallower intervals as he moved further down.

His hands squeezed your hips as he kissed the skin below your navel, causing your eyes to nearly roll back then and there. Finally, he made it to just above the waistband of your underwear. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly now. So close. His hands moved onto your thighs and he leaned in, briefly pressing his warm lips to your thinly covered heat. A jolt of pleasure moved up your body and you gasped. You could feel it—him.

He glanced up at your impatient expression before pulling the underwear down your legs, lifting each foot until it was completely discarded. He eyed the soaking mess that you already were and licked his bottom lip. This was all because of him. His eyes found yours once more, this time wordlessly asking for access despite your obvious enthusiasm.

All you managed to get out was a frantic, “Please”.

And when his mouth finally found your clit, a tear fell from your eye.

Your bound hands fell on top of his head, tugging at the soft waves as his tongue delved between your folds and flicked across your clit. His warm hands moved to the backs of your thighs, burying his face even deeper, exploring you even further. He moved down to your opening, spreading his tongue flat against it and dragging up to collect the mess that you were already becoming. Once he had returned to your clit, his mouth suctioned, sucking with pressure that caused you to let out a cry.

It wasn’t long before you felt the ghost of your orgasm begin to slowly step into the white light. The muscles in your stomach were tensing and rubbing together, preparing for a release that they were guaranteed to have.

Your back arched off the wall as you felt Bellamy’s teeth softly graze against the most sensitive part of your clit. He circled the surrounding area, the nerves beneath your skin setting alight with pleasure under his tongue, burning you from the inside out. When he mumbled something against you, you could feel the vibrations of his voice bury itself deep inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the filthy moan that had been begging to escape.

He pulled back an inch, your hips unconsciously following him as he said, “You lose.”

His mouth returned to your heat, focusing his attention on your throbbing clit, switching between flicking it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

“No,” you managed to breathe out. There was no way something like this could be called ‘losing’. You were the one who got to feel Bellamy’s mouth between your thighs, bringing you to an extreme state of ecstasy. You were the one who had him on his knees before you. “I win.”

He groaned at the sound of your voice and you felt the pleasure move up another level. Your legs buckled beneath you as you tried to grind on his tongue. He took that as a hint to haul one of your legs over his broad shoulder. Now you were another level higher. Your hips bucked against him, feeling almost like you were vibrating as he continued his movements.

Just when you thought the sensation couldn’t get any better, you felt his thick finger suddenly slide deep into your opening and curl. Another tear ran down your cheek and you gripped onto his hair as your head fell back against the wall. You couldn’t even moan; there was only a chorus of strangled noises leaving your throat. He pushed upwards into the soft fleshy wall inside you over and over at a fast and steady pace, and suddenly, you were on the edge of pure bliss, ready to dive into the consuming waters.

His mouth sucked on your clit, tongue circling its peak, meanwhile, he added another finger to pump inside of you.

“Fuck, Bellamy!” Your voice had risen an octave, all breathy and needy.

Like a heartbeat, you could feel yourself throbbing, pleasure building more intensely with each pulse. The muscles in your stomach were so tight it felt like they were being burned with a white-hot flame. Your insides were twisting and coiling and with every curl of his fingers, the feeling only intensified.

Bellamy glanced up at you from below, your eyes meeting in a short exchange.

It all happened so fast.

“I’m–” Before you could finish your sentence, you were shot back up into space, seeing stars.

Your legs tensed up, heel digging into his back as your body began to shake. The coil inside your stomach unravelled, exiting through your opening but not before aggressively rubbing at your insides on the way out. For a moment, you forgot where you were. All you knew was the release, the buzzing in your ears and the way your vision swayed through half-lidded eyes.

Bellamy’s name flowed past your lips like a mantra. He didn’t stop; he kept pumping, kept sucking, prolonging the sensation for as long as he could. Everything was pulsing—the air, his fingers, your pussy. Everything. You would’ve thought you had ascended to a higher dimension if it weren’t for the man beneath you.

You felt his mouth disconnect from your body, fingers still moving inside, although, his pace was beginning to slow and so was your orgasm. The feeling was fading away, leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of weakness in the lower half of your body. Bellamy could feel your legs shaking, so he slid his fingers out. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and the next thing you knew, your legs buckled, and you were collapsing to the ground

Bellamy caught you in his arms, pulling you into his lap. He watched your thighs tremble as aftershocks washed over you, creamy liquid dripping down your skin. Your furrowed brows, half-closed eyes, and parted lips were a sight to see; he’d never witnessed anything more beautiful in his life.

You peered up at him through your lashes, cuffed hands resting on your stomach, and you smiled. Then you laughed, and then he was laughing too. His chest vibrated against your skin. Your hands reached up to push back a strand of his hair from his face and suddenly you were kissing again.

He placed a hand on your back and guided you until you were sitting sideways on his lap. Your taste was on his tongue and you loved it. You felt it seep into your own tastebuds as you rewound back to when you came on his fingers. You used his chest as support to help swing your legs on either side of his folded thighs so that you were now facing him.

His hands ran down your sides, stopping at the hem of your shirt before pulling it up over your head, exposing your naked breasts to the warm air. Bras were impractical when you were Bellamy Blake’s girlfriend; he’d always find some way of removing them anyway. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had burned all the ones you used to wear.

He lowered his head to your chest, hair tickling your neck as he began making it his mission to cover your breasts in bruises that marked you as his. Despite feeling like your ability to walk was eradicated, you could feel yourself craving more of him, more of his sex. As previously disclaimed, sometimes fatigue didn’t stop you two from going multiple rounds and this time wasn’t an exception.

If only your hands weren’t bound. You wanted to touch him the way he did you. You wanted him to feel the world disappear and be replaced with a mind-numbing sense of sinful pleasure. You wanted to give that to him, but you couldn’t. Your hands were cuffed, and he had the key.

“Uncuff me, Blake,” you whispered.

His head lifted from your breasts, reluctant eyes meeting your own. “Why should I?”

You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness and turned your head away from him, but he was quick to pull you back with two fingers on the side of your jaw.

“You still lost, remember?” he added.

As if you didn’t already know that. “That was not my definition of losing.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes and even though you were supposed to be in a minor disagreement, you couldn’t help but think about how fucking sexy he looked. You leaned forward, lips ghosting over his. “Uncuff me, Blake.”

His jaw clenched and he leaned in, but you quickly pulled away. His eyes narrowed at you and the smirk you were biting back. He had played the ‘humiliation game’ with you and now it was time for payback. Bellamy may have been the one with the keys, but it was you who now had the control.

“C’mon, we both know you’ll give in before me,” he said, arrogantly.

Always count on Bellamy to be egotistical, even in bed. Well, ‘on the floor’ would be more accurate.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

You hummed, placing your restrained hands on his chest and slowly grazing them down his torso. When you reached his stomach, you made sure to slow down and drag your nails across his skin.

He inhaled sharply when your nails scratched the area above his pants’ waistband. “Very conceited for a boy who can’t even handle being touched.”

His chuckle came out as a harsh exhale. “‘Boy’?”

“A man would take these chains off me.”

“You think taunting me will get me to break?”

Provoking words wasn’t what was going to break him; you knew that. It was underestimation that was going to be his fall. When it came down to it, men were very simple creatures. They chased after pleasure like it was the one thing that kept them alive, and you knew each and every weakness this man had. He thought just because he won the game, he also won the war. Well, guess again. You were going to knock him right off his high horse.

Your fingers dipped into his waistband. His hand quickly clamped over one of your wrists, pulling it away from his pants. Not that it mattered; you didn’t need your hands. He held your hands in the space between your bodies, his chest rising a little more irregularly than before.

You leaned forward, tantalisingly slow. This time he made sure not to move a muscle, allowing you to do exactly what you wanted. Your mouth hovered in front of his and you could feel his warm breath fan across your lips. Softly, almost as if the moment had become sugary and sweet, you pressed a kiss to his lips, a tender closed-mouth moan buzzing in your throat upon contact. He responded with the same energy.

And then the mood abruptly shifted as you glided your tongue across his bottom lip.

You could feel his cock twitch beneath you, and you knew you were headed in the right direction. Grinding down on his lap, you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth as he grunted. One weakness down; four to go. Your tongue swirled around his with each open-mouth kiss, and he had no choice—you both knew he was having the time of his life—but to reciprocate since he had already given up that area of defence.

Your hips continued to rock back and forth across his lap, occasionally applying a bit more pressure in the hopes he would be triggered to move. He wasn’t. Yet. So, you left his lips and moved down to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. His head tilted to the side with a sigh, allowing you easier access. This spot was not your main target, though. Your kisses trailed up to his jaw, running along the sides and the curve of his jawline before dipping just beneath the area where his jaw and neck connected. That was one of his weak spots.

His next exhale was shaky, paired with the quietest of groans. Two down. Then you moved on to the next target: just below his ear. Your tongue grazed the area before you left your mark by sucking on his soft skin. He was louder this time and your confidence soared higher. Three; two to go.

He had let go of your wrists now, resting his hands on the curves of your hips with his eyes closed. So much for the whole my-willpower-is-stronger-than-yours dispute. You watched his face as you dragged yourself back and forth over his erection. His eyes screwed shut, brows pulling together, and his fingers pressing hard into the soft plush of your hips.

Come on. Come on, you thought.

“Let go, Bell,” you purred into his ear. Your entire body weight shifted onto his lap and you almost revealed the same weakness you were trying to pull from him. He was so incredibly hard now that it probably wasn’t even healthy. He would have to unchain you soon. And just to pour gasoline on an already roaring fire, you added, “I want to feel you inside me.”

That was it. He couldn’t deny himself the heaven you were giving anymore. His hips bucked up into you, creating a pseudo-sensation of sliding between your folds—an action that erupted a full-fledged moan from his lips, causing your inner walls to flutter and your stomach to drop.

Weak point four—check.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath before suddenly snatching the knife from the holster on his belt and splitting the leather cuffs around your wrists.

And five. Check yes Juliet.

Wow. he couldn’t even manage to grab the keys.

Your hands were free at last, and you wasted no time in using them. They rushed down to unbuckle his belt and tossed it on the floor with a clink. Before you could continue any further, Bellamy rolled you over so that you were now lying caged beneath him. His lips came down on yours in a flurry of passion.

Now that you had full-body autonomy, you couldn’t help but explore every inch of him that you were once denied of touching. Your fingertips ran over his back, over the ridges of his shoulder blades, and around his large biceps. You wove your fingers into the roots of his hair and tugged just because you could.

He reached under the curve on your back, pulling your body up into his, your pelvis’ meeting in a rough collision. He was a mess of grunts and groans and you were quickly inhaling more air than you needed.

You moved a hand to his cheek to deepen the kiss as your touch explored his body further, slipping between your bodies and settling on unbuttoning his pants. Unzipping his flier with one-handed skill, your warm, soft hand slipped into his boxers, finally coming into contact with his hard cock.

His head fell to your chest with a broken moan.

Your fingers curled around him, beginning to stroke up and down his length. Bellamy had taken many of your firsts, including your first time so you had no one to compare him to. However, you were well aware that he was bigger than average. Even if he hadn’t been, you were certain he would satisfy you the same; he was just that good.

He managed to lift his head back up and return to your lips as your arm pumped up and down. His hips lurched forward as your grip increased. All he could think about was how good you were going to feel when it was your heat that was engulfing him, how wet and warm you always were.

Your hand reached the head of his cock, thumb rubbing circles over his tip as you felt drops of precum coat your fingertip. He was usually able to last a long time, just like you, but this was different. Everything inside him was built up for a century, and it would not take much until he was coming in your hand. You wanted him to reach that point as soon as possible.

You left pecks trailing from his mouth, across his cheek, and to the side of his jaw. The bone of his jaw fell victim to your grazing tongue as your pace increased along with the pressure of your grip. He was breathing heavily now, every second breath mixed with a low, breathy moan or grunt. You were throbbing just listening to the sounds he made.

A few curses left his mouth, revealing how close he was—that and the way his cock was practically pulsating in your hand. You twisted your hand with each stroke, effortlessly gliding your palm down his large veiny length. Your thumb grazed over the sensitive band of skin beneath the head of his cock, and his entire body flinched.

He was almost over the edge; all you had to do was give him a little push. Wanting to see his face one last time before you did, you leaned back, cradling his jaw in one hand whilst the other continued below. His eyes were shut, inner brows pulled upwards in a painfully blissful expression and strands of dishevelled dark hair had fallen across his forehead. God, he was gorgeous. What you wouldn’t give to…

No. You had your pleasure; now it was his turn. With each jerk and twist of your hand, your fingers ran over his tip then moved back down to lightly squeeze and repeat. You pressed one last peck to his lips before travelling to that spot below his ear, running your tongue over the skin and then sucked.

His cock twitched in your hand, stomach tensing against your forearm before he finally let go. He let out a loud guttural moan of your name, almost a cry, as he released onto both your hand and the inside of his pants. His head fell forward into the space between your neck and shoulder, groaning into your heated skin which sent vibrations down to your breast.

He remained in that spot for a few moments as you continued to slowly pump him up and down whilst pressing kisses to his shoulder. As he attempted to get his breath back, you removed your hand from his pants and moved both onto his back, lightly dragging your nails over his skin.

Now you were both even, but it was clear this was far from over.

Warm pants fanned across your face after he recovered enough to hover over your body. You were about to tease him for coming quicker than you did, but his tongue was suddenly in your mouth, rolling around your own. And then you felt it—he was already hard again.

That’s a lot of stamina for a hundred-and-fifty-one-year-old man.

He left your lips again and rose to his knees. His carnally intense eyes never left yours as he pulled both his pants and boxers down to his lower thighs. You watched as his cock sprang from his boxers and bounced off his toned stomach. Still looking good for a hundred-and-fifty-one-year-old man too. Extremely good. Like, actually drool-worthy good.

And it seemed he was thinking the very same thing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke, almost like he couldn’t believe the fact himself before he descended back down to you, mouth hot on yours.

His hands were on the floor on either side of your shoulders, essentially trapping you beneath him. You loved how small he made you feel compared to him; almost like he could hold you in the palm of his hand like a little china doll. The treatment he gave you was also like that of a china doll—such a delicate and treasured touch. Though, there were times when he would practically throw you around like a rag doll, mostly when you were both deep in an intense fuck session.

The length of his cock glided over your stomach as he moved his body into each kiss. It was so close to where you needed it, yet still so far. Your legs curled around his hips in an attempt to guide him to your entrance, but he showed slight resistance. His tip was just pushing through your folds, sliding across with each movement he made. It was torture.

You pulled back from his lips, hands almost clawing at the sides of his chest. “Please, Bell, just–”

A gasp escaped you both as Bellamy finally pushed inside you in one fluid movement, his hips almost meeting yours as he filled you as much as your previously abstinent body allowed. Your walls welcomed him and the long-awaited feeling of his cock brushing against that back-arching spot deep within you. He hadn’t even moved yet, but your eyes were fluttering, and your throat was already tightening as you struggled to let out a moan.

Neither of you could do anything but struggle to keep your composure, waiting for the overwhelming heat of pleasure to subdue just the tiniest bit so your bodies could start moving without the world crashing down around you. After moments of stillness passed, Bellamy finally began to move, his pace slow but so, so deep. His gaze was intense as he found his rhythm, sliding almost completely out and then pushing himself back inside you. Fuck, the way your warmth consumed him was hypnotic.

It was kind of like the first time you had slept together those many years ago, minus the nearly unbearable pain when he first entered you, of course. It was intense yet still so full of adoration.

Your body soon grew accustomed to the feeling of his cock stretching you open, making room for him to bury even deeper, to feel your walls completely swallow him whole. That is when his pace started to increase. Your arms hooked around his biceps, bringing him closer as he continued his thrusts.

Not long passed before his hips were snapping against yours; he wasn’t just sliding in and out of you anymore—he was fucking you, pounding into you. Each time he buried himself deep, the area above his cock ground against your clit, stimulating you from the inside and out, so much that it was impossible to hold back a moan.

He moved a strand of hair away from your face, nodding his head as if to praise your vocalisation. The sight of him praising you for simply enjoying yourself as he fucked you was something that turned you on beyond belief. Not that you needed any more turning on at that point, but still, the reaction stood firm.

You wanted him deeper, in any way that was still physically possible.

And then, a sudden, lust-bound thought entered your mind and before you could even ponder it, you had used all your strength to roll yourself on top of his body. Now, his hands were on your hips, head thrown back on the floor and mouth hung open as you rode his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Bellamy groaned.

Your hands were on his thighs as to hold up your half-reclined position and you were bouncing up and down, rolling your hips so you could feel him everywhere inside you.

A shudder ran down your body, peaking the nipples of your bouncing breasts. You swore you could almost feel him in your stomach. You shifted your body weight into your arms and pushed yourself upwards, sliding his cock nearly all the way out, circling your entrance around his tip before sinking back down to his base.

The both of you let out a synced noise of satisfaction.

His eyes followed each roll of your breasts in a trance, and then he cupped one in his hand, circling his thumb around your sensitive nipple. You gave Bellamy a smile, one that was so sweet and unintentionally seductive. He let out a half chuckle, half groan.

Your legs began to burn, a reminder of the experience you had with Bellamy’s tongue just before this. The way your clit was slapping against his pelvis each time you dropped mimicked the way his tongue had previously flicked and rolled around it. Your pace was beginning to slow, and your rhythm faltered, but you didn’t want the sensation to stop. Instead, you let yourself sink fully down on his cock, and your eyes rolled back. Ok, now he had to be in your stomach because there was no other explanation for the deepness you felt.

He was permanently in that spot that had blood rushing to your head, and with your hips rocking back and forth the way they were, your gut was throbbing with a build-up of ecstasy.

“I–” you panted. “I can’t hold myself up much longer.”

You squeezed his thighs, surely leaving behind red marks as you tried to push yourself up and down a few more times, pleasure and pain fuelling each of your repetitions. It was no use; your arms were trembling, and muscles were burning.

Bellamy was quick to your aid. “I’ve got you, princess, don’t worry.”

His hands moved to your back, pulling you forward, and colliding your breasts into his chest. Next thing you knew, he was pounding hard up into your pussy, his movements so fast you couldn’t even count the number of thrusts he made every five seconds, but it felt so good. So good that you almost screamed.

Your clit was throbbing, inner walls clenching around his unrelenting cock. You were hot, your body slick with sweat, but it wasn’t just that; there was also a fire pooling at the bottom of your abdomen, spreading through your muscles, through every fibre of your being and you didn’t want it to stop.

Bellamy’s arms were wrapped around your waist, rendering you immobile to each of his insatiable thrusts but it made you feel all the more incredible. He was hitting that soft, fleshy spot inside you over and over again, and you felt like you were going to burst. Your stomach was fluttering, his cock was pulsing inside you, and you were a mess of whines and moans.

“You feel–” he couldn’t even speak without releasing a rough moan. His arms tightened around you, mouth moving against your shoulder to say, “Feel so good.”

You couldn’t help but cry out at his words; he sounded so drunk on pleasure.

He began pressing rough kisses to your neck and the noises leaving your throat were utterly impure. His knees bent inwards, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. You were both overcome with desire, hellbent on chasing your release that was taunting you from the shadows. Bellamy seemed almost animalistic, sucking and biting at the skin of your neck whilst pounding into you from below.

Like always, he had made it so that you didn’t have to lift a finger, and he liked it that way. He was making you feel like you had slipped into heaven, and only he could do that. One of his many sources of joy was that your body only knew his cock, and it would forever only know his because that was how long he planned to love you.

You placed a hand on the floor beside his head, hovering your face above his. His eyes were quick to find yours as you gazed down at him.

In between each of his thrusts, you breathed out, “I–love–you.”

He looked so flustered, so puffed out. He was unable to repeat the words back without them sounding like a laboured breath of air so instead, he jerked forward and latched his mouth on the bone of your jaw, turning your skin red and purple.

Your head turned to the side to give him easier access only to unexpectedly come face-to-face with yourself being absolutely destroyed in the mirror’s reflection.

Well… It sure wasn’t a vanity problem these people had, you knew that now.

“Bellamy, look,” you gasped.

His entire body stilled at the sound of your voice and he eyed you with a worried expression. “Did I do something?”

“No,” you tilted his head with your hand so that he was looking at the mirror too. “I just…”

He didn’t need to hear more; Bellamy knew exactly what you wanted—to watch. Watch as his cock plunged in and out of your pussy, watch it curve into your entrance, watch your body bounce on top of his with each thrust. Damn, he’d wished either of you had noticed the mirror before so he could have watched you ride him from two point-of-views.

His gaze returned to you. “Hop off.” You were about to protest, but he beat you to it by clamping a large hand over your mouth. “Trust me.”

You gave him a puzzled, hesitant look but eventually submitted to his command, sliding off him and onto the hard marble floor. His body had left yours entirely, leaving you feeling cold and empty, inside and out.

It wasn’t long before he positioned himself to face the mirror, kneeling in front of it. He curled an arm around your waist and slid you across the floor towards him. Like a rag doll. He pulled you backwards onto his lap so that your back was almost against his chest and your thighs were spread open on either side of his.

“Lean back,” he said, and you did.

Your back was flush against him, and you could feel his racing heart reverberating in your ribcage. His arms wrapped around the space beneath your breasts and he pulled you upwards, supporting your weight, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up.

“Ready?” he whispered into your ear as you watched him in the reflection.

You nodded, reaching around to rest a hand on the side of his neck.

He kissed your cheek and your eyes closed at the sweet act of affection. One of his hands moved beneath you as he guided himself to your entrance, his tip pushing against your wet folds. Bellamy watched over your shoulder, his eyes focusing on the way his cock teased opening.

He finally slid inside, and you instantly fell further against him. Muscles were very handy in this kind of situation. You were captivated—his length disappeared into your body and then returned almost to the tip, covered in a thin layer of both your juices. His movements continued over and over, but you never found yourself bored or wanting to look away. Neither did he.

Your lips parted with a moan when he abruptly took one hard thrust up into you. You looked up at your reflection, seeing the expression on your face, seeing your dishevelled hair… your bouncing breasts. Not that you would say it aloud, but you looked sexy. For a split second, you found yourself finally understanding the attraction Bellamy had to you, and then your mind was torn apart once again.

His speed increased and he was hitting your insides harder and harder with each passing second. You saw your thighs slightly jiggling and weren’t insecure or afraid of Bellamy noticing, but instead found yourself feeling even more turned on.

The room was full of sex—the sounds were wet and harsh, the smell of your pheromones clung to the wall, and the visuals were etched into the mirror in front of your bodies. It was beautiful.

You moved your gaze up to Bellamy’s eyes, seeing him just as captivated as you were, alternating between watching himself slip in and out of your pussy and watching your breasts recoil from each bounce. He then met your gaze, talking to you through unspoken communication. Though you were unsure of the specifics, you were certain he was telling you how much he loved you, how beautiful you looked with his cock inside you, how no one else could ever compare.

His tip repeatedly curved into your G-spot, the rest of his length rubbing against your walls, causing the flames in your stomach to start rising. Bellamy could see the fire in your eyes, and he was ready to turn it into a blazing inferno. He shifted his hold on you into one arm, reaching around your body with the other. His fingers found your clit, instantly applying pressure as he rubbed fast circles around it. That was the gasoline.

Your orgasm was no longer creeping up inside you, but rather rocketing to the surface. You were pulsing around Bellamy’s cock, driving him even closer to his own high. His hips were slapping the skin of your ass as they kept snapping upwards. His abs were more defined as the muscles in his stomach tensed up, trying to keep you upright whilst fucking into you and controlling the orgasm that was threatening to release. You always came before him. Always.

His fingers pressed harder into you, moving side-to-side. Your G-spot was being hit without mercy, only intensifying the pleasure you felt as he rubbed your clit. You alternated between holding your breath and letting out shallow, laboured breaths, signalling how close you were.

You could feel it, Bellamy could feel it—you were pretty sure everyone outside could feel it too, feel the powerful energy leaking from the house you were in. That is what it felt like. Powerful. And now it was about to take over your entire body.

“Bell, I’m gonna–”

“I know,” he panted. “Me too.”

Your hand fell over his, pushing down on it, applying more force even though you weren’t sure he could even press any harder. His hand was almost blurring in the mirror, and his cock was pounding. He was breathing so heavily against your back and into your ear that it sounded like he couldn’t even control the grunts and moans leaving his mouth anymore.

He circled your clit a few more times before your hand moved further down to the place you both connected. Your fingers found the area between his cock and your pussy, feeling him slide over your fingertips as he moved in and out. That was what sent you over the edge.

The blaze in your stomach exploded, sending sparks throughout your body. Your moans were uncontrollable, rebounding off every corner of the room. Your ears were buzzing with overwhelming silence, your vision partially blacked out and you felt so, so good. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but you hardly noticed, unable to think about anything except Bellamy’s cock. You had ascended to a higher dimension and he was right there with you, endlessly pounding up into you, prolonging your mind-numbing high.

Feeling your walls clenching around him was all it took for Bellamy to fill you up with his come. His cock twitched, and the warm liquid came rushing out in spurts, coating your insides with white—with him. The thick warmth of your mixed juices leaked from your opening and dripped down his length. Your inner thighs were drenched.

His thrusts were sloppy and rough, desperate to keep the feeling coursing through his body as long as possible. The sounds he made were so guttural and raw that you weren’t sure if they made you come again or if they just prolonged the orgasm you were already having.

Somehow, in the midst of both your highs, you had ended up on the floor, partially laying on each other whilst frantically gulping down air.

You couldn’t move. One of your legs was tangled between his, and one arm was thrown across his chest. Your breasts were pressed against the hard ground, head turned to the side facing Bellamy. Everything was shaking, or maybe it was just your entire body uncontrollably quivering. Even your pussy was still clenching, causing you to flinch with each fraction of a movement it made.

Bellamy had a forearm over his eyes, panting heavily; his other arm was still wrapped around your waist.

The both of you just lay there for a few minutes, not talking, not moving, just recovering. Eventually, Bellamy gained back enough strength to speak.

“We didn’t even make it to the bed,” he chuckled.

You then realised you were both literally lying naked on a stranger’s bedroom floor and laughed. “We would’ve ruined the sheets anyway.”

“Probably,” he sighed, contently. He pulled you further onto his chest, bringing your face to nuzzle into his neck. He pressed a kiss into your hair. “I love you too, princess.”

You smiled into his skin, remembering the declaration you previously made. Tilting your head up and resting your chin on his chest, you stared up at him, eyes full of reverence. He peered down at you with a grin, and then his lips were on yours again, soft and slow; so tender that you–

“Oh, come on!”

You both pulled apart at the sudden new voice. In the doorway stood a very irritated Murphy. He seemed too shocked—more like too horrified—to even look away.

Bellamy ripped a blanket from the edge of the mattress and pulled it over your body. “Murphy, I swear to god I’m gonna kill you! Get out!”

“Oh my god!” he shouted in response. “I can’t catch a fucking break around here!”

His voice echoed down the staircase as he fled the building. Someone probably needed to find him a shrink after the number of times he had walked in on you both. He had made it back outside, returning to the rest of the group, though not far enough away for you to miss his very loud complaints.

“Where are the damn carnivorous bugs when you need them?!”

“What’s wrong?” you heard someone ask him.

“What’s wrong? They’re fucking animals, that’s what’s wrong!”

You turned back to face Bellamy, grinning in a daze. “I’ll say.”

Bellamy smirked, humming in agreement as he rolled back on top of you.

It was hard to say how many more rounds you went. The only time you stopped was when your bodies were screaming for a break, and during that time, all you could think was thank god for contraceptive implants.

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— YOU WERE THE BEST, BUT YOU WERE THE WORST. | ex-boyfriend!r. cameron x reader

warnings; this is not canon to ‘outer banks’! this will definitely be a slight ooc rafe, slight fluff (short lived, i’m so sorry), hurt, no comfort </3, angst this is so long i apologize.

an; starting off my exbf!rafe masterlist RIGHT (hopefully, maybe) with this piece. honestly don’t know where the plot came from </3 i was thinking of what to right and was listening to ‘i love you, im sorry’ and it popped up in my head thankfully. feel free to leave requests for rafe/ex!rafe as well! but again — i am only on the second season sadly (soon i’ll be on the third! i’m just bad about watching shows). so any rafe requests will pertain to s1 & s2 as of right now! okay, i am done ranting - apologies </3

Double date night - something that you rarely look forward to, even if it’s just once every four months. Especially since it’s still slightly awkward between John B and Rafe, though, you don’t mind the boy. And you love spending time with Sarah.

Sarah glances at you from the other side of the table, lifting her brows slightly. “We’ll be right back.” She stands from her chair, holding her hand out towards yours. You take her hand, standing with a small smile.

“You both have to go at the same time?” Rafe asks, brows pinched slightly as he glances between the two of you, crystal blues lingering on you. John B discreetly nods in agreement.

“Yes,” Sarah answers before you could say anything. “You wouldn’t understand. We’ll be back in five,” She pulls you with her but stops and turns once again. “Try not killing one another while we’re gone.” Her eyes stay on Rafe longer than John B.

“Mhm.” He waves his hand, slumping back into his chair slightly. Sarah grins and pulls you towards the bathroom once again, stepping inside.

“So?” She drops your hand. You turn towards her. “Did you open it?”

“No,” You shake your head quickly. “I don’t…” Sighing, your shoulders drop. “I don’t know how to tell Rafe I even sent in an application,” Sarah’s smile slowly fades and her head tilts slightly.

“He thinks I agreed on staying here with him while Ward is giving him more opportunities. After a year,” You lean against the sink. “I don’t know if he’ll be happy about it. Especially with it being so far.”

“It’s a six hour drive,” Sarah deadpans. You stare down at the ground. Sure, it wasn’t that far. But you’d truly be homesick. She leans next to you. “Who knows, he might go with you.”

“Yeah, right,” You scoff. “His home is here. He’s made that clear already, Sarah. Besides, I don’t even know if I’m going to go.”

Sarah stares at you - eyes narrowed. “This is your future,” She points at you. “Rafe…he loves you,” She nods, face softening. “And he wants the best for you. He’ll understand. But the longer you wait to tell him…” She trails off, lips pressing into a tight line.

You sigh and nod. Rafe will be, well, angry - even if the anger would be unnecessary. “I’ll talk to him,” You nod. “But, it’ll only be just a…hypothetical question I’ll ask.”

Sarah groans slightly, shaking her head. “Insufferable, I tell you,” She mutters, pushing her hair back. “Alright, let’s get back out there so they’re not alone much longer.”

You nod and follow her back to the table, sitting back down next to Rafe. His arm slings around the back of your chair within a matter of seconds and you lean into the touch, goosebumps raising slightly from where the tips of his fingers trace across your arm.

Fumbling with your fingers on your lap, you’re unaware of how zoned out you are.

You’ve always wanted to go to college - prove and make something of yourself and not end up like another woman on Kildare Island who marries for money and then stays in an unhappy relationship with a man who could care less if she even went missing.

Your mother and father as an example.

You’re not unhappy with Rafe, and you also know he’d do anything for you if you asked him - the food on his plate, the shirt off his back, anything.

But, again, this is a chance to prove yourself - especially after many demeaning comments made in passing by friends or family. They always burned even if you laughed them off, nodding in agreement, then cry yourself to sleep that night.

University of Georgia. Sarah was right. It was only a six hour drive - you could come back on weekends and stay. Yet, you still weren't sure if you’d gotten in. The letter was on your desk, sealed, and waiting to be ripped open with anxious hands.

“You okay?” You blink a couple of times, looking over to meet Rafe’s gaze, his face melted with slight worry.

“Yeah,” You smile softly. Sarah watches quietly. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired.” You whisper softly.

Rafe nods and takes that as his cue, reaching into his wallet. “Here’s our half,” He passes Sarah the cash. “I have work early in the morning, so we are gonna go ahead and head out.”

Sarah nods and stands, pulling you into a hug as Rafe stands off to the side, waiting patiently, though his stance was awkward. “Text me.” She whispers. You only nod, pulling away.

“Bye, John B.” You wave as Rafe’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you towards the exit. John B waves with a soft smile.

You shiver when you step outside. “Dude is so weird,” Rafe mumbles, shaking his head as he pulls open the door for you. “Didn’t even talk the whole time you and Sarah were in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes and look at him. “Did you even try talking to him?”

His bottom lip pushes out slightly as he shakes his head. “Nope,” He shuts the door and you watch as he rounds the truck, getting into the driver's side, quickly starting the engine. “Seat-warmer? On or off?”

“On, please,” You watch as his finger presses the button. “And how do you expect him to start a conversation when he doesn’t know what to talk about with you?”

“He could’ve said or asked anything. I’m an open book - I’ll let you know if I want to talk about it or not.”

You hum and nod, leaning your head back into the headrest as your eyes slowly close.

“Hey,” Slowly opening your eyes, you peek over at him. “Are you okay? You seem…” He trails off, trying and thinking of a word that doesn't seem offensive. “off?”

“Oh,” You nod, reaching your hand over to grab him. He grips softly three times. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Rafe stares at you quietly. He knows you’re lying but he’s not the type to push unless it truly affects him. You’ll come to him when you want to talk about whatever is on your mind.

Nodding, he squeezes your hand back three times. A smile pulls at your lips as your eyes drop to your hands.

—

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna go grab something to drink,” You step out of the bathroom, dressy clothes switched for one of Rafe’s shirts and some shorts - movie attire. “You want anything?” He shakes his head and puts his phone down on the nightstand.

“I’m good.”

Nodding, you walk down the steps, leaving Rafe alone in your room. You move quickly, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator and a pack of gummy’s that were still in the bag from the quick grocery run you both had made earlier.

Jogging back up the steps, you smile and kick your door shut gently. “Did you find a—” You stop when you see Rafe closer than expected, standing by your desk with an envelope in his hand.

He holds it up. “What is this?”

You shift, gulping quietly and averting your gaze but quickly look back. “Uhm…a letter.”

“Yeah,” He scoffs, stepping closer. “I see that it’s a letter. When did you even apply?”

You lift your right shoulder - a quick shrug, eyes now looking at the envelope he now holds rather than his face. “F…four months ago?” You wince, peeking up at him quickly before looking back down. “I was going to tell you—”

“Oh, you were?”

“Yes,” You quickly nod. “Yes, I was. I haven’t even opened it. But even if I did get in, I don’t know if I’d truly go, Rafe. You’re overreacting.”

“You never even told me you wanted to go to college,” He shakes his head, fingers itching to either crumble the letter or rip it. He was trying to hold it together. “We had a plan, remember?”

“What plan? The one where we stay here while you work and I stay home and do the same thing over and over everyday? Have a kid or two?” Your eyes now lift to look at him.

“Yes! That one,” He holds his arms out towards you. “The one we both agreed too.”

“I never agreed to that. You made that plan yourself and just filled me in on it - never once asking what I wanted,” You scoff, pushing past him. “If you truly believed that’s what I wanted, you don’t know me at all.”

“Then tell me what you actually want.”

“I want a life!” You drop the stuff in your hands onto your mattress, turning towards him. “A life! One where…where I get a degree in something I enjoy! Or even own a little shop and sell…antiques or food or whatever,”

“I don’t even know if I want kids, Rafe. I want…” You trail off, looking at him as you feel your eyes begin to sting. Don’t cry, don’t cry, do not cry. “I want someone who wants to…move, explore, do something that they want instead of listening to their parents because they think it’ll make them happy.”

“You think I’m working there just to make my dad happy? You don’t think working there makes me happy?”

It doesn’t. He’s been more angry - even at the littlest things. He looks more drained, tired. He doesn’t enjoy it, but if it gets his fathers praise or attention, he’ll do it.

“No. I don’t,” You shake your head. You debated on even answering that question, but you notice how his expression changes slightly, the anger wavering. You step closer, staring up at him. “I know you aren’t happy, because I know you,” You place your hands on his chest softly.

“I know you. But you don’t even know what I want.”

Rafe is silent now. You notice he’s grasping at straws to find something to say. Something to fight back with. You wait patiently, allowing him to conjure up something.

“Me,” He lands on, brows slightly pinching together. You notice how tears line his waterline. “Me. You want me. A life with me.”

“I do…I do so badly, Rafe,” You whisper, hands lifting to cup his cheeks. The tears roll down his cheeks now. He rarely ever cries. “But I also don’t want a life like my mom and dad,” Your thumbs push away at the tears.

“I can’t have you getting upset or angry with me because I want to do something with my life,” You drop your chin slightly to follow his eyes when he looks away. “Georgia isn’t far away and you’re acting as if it is.”

“That’s not…” His jaw clenches and he pulls away from your hold. You drop your hands by your side, watching as his eyes shut and he forcibly shakes his head quickly. “No. You’re being confusing. I’m not…I’m not angry or upset with this,” He holds up the letter.

“I’m angry that you didn’t even want to talk to me about it.”

“I have,” His head quickly turns to look at you. “I’ve told you so many times, Rafe, that I wanted to go. Because of how many times I’ve been told I’m not even smart enough to get into a school like that - that I’ll end up just like them.”

“That’s being hypocritical, don’t you think?”

Your face drops into confusion, head tilting. “What?”

“You want to go to college to…prove yourself or whatever,” He waves his hand in the air. “But…you’re telling me I’m working for my dad because I want to get his praise or attention.”

“That’s different—”

“It’s not any different,” His voice raises slightly, your mouth quickly shutting and eyes darting away as your arms cross over your chest. “We both want to prove ourselves to our parents and whoever else has doubted what we could do,” It feels weird to Rafe to admit that out loud.

He looks down at the letter and holds it out towards you. Your eyes glance at him before his outstretched arm. “Open it.”

Your eyes quickly look at him once again. Hesitantly, you reach out and pull the sealed letter from his grasp. Flipping it over, you try not to seem too desperate when ripping it open. The envelope falls to the ground as you unfold the paper, eyes darting over the words.

Congratulations.

A smile pulls at your lips, eyes looking up at Rafe who stands there, watching quietly. “I got in,” You whisper. He nods slightly and looks down at the paper that shakes slightly in your grasp. “I got in.” You voice a little louder, looking back at the letter. The tears that finally break loose and slide down your cheeks, drop onto the paper.

“Congratulations.” Rafe nods. You quickly look back at him, placing the paper on your desk, stepping closer.

“You could come with me,” You nod quickly, smiling softly as your hands cup his cheeks once again. “Yeah. You could come with me. We could get a small apartment close to the college - I wouldn’t have to live on campus,”

He stares at you quietly. “We could actually live together. Come down every two or three weeks to visit friends and whoever else,” Your smile would usually be contagious - now it just makes him angry. Your touch is making it feel as if you’re burning him.

“We could also stay for the weekend since it’s only a six hour drive,” You let out a small laugh, dropping your hands to his shoulders. “Rafe, come on. Act a little more—”

“What, happy?” His tone causes the smile to slip from your lips. His hands lift to wrap around your wrist, pushing your touch away from him.

“Well, yeah,” You stare at him. “I’m…I’m telling you we could actually live together in our own space and you’re not even…” You trail off.

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly too happy that you decided it would be okay for me to just uproot my life from here to go with you.” Oh, Rafe, shut up, shut up, shut up.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That I’m not doing that!” He throws his hands up. “I’m not leaving everything behind here that I’ve slowly worked through! Dad would never let me hear the end of it.”

“Is this about me or your dad? Do you not remember when you used to come here just because he would kick you out for weeks before even letting you come back home?” Your own voice begins to raise. “Do you seriously trust him enough to work with him or is it just for the money that he is able to provide?”

His jaw clenches and he shakes his head. “I don’t have to listen to this,” He walks past you and grabs the duffle bag that sits on your chair. You turn and watch him, lips parting as he begins to stuff his things into his bag. “I don’t have to listen to your version of a ‘perfect life’ when I can have that.”

It’s like he’s trying to convince himself that he would still have that perfect life when you decide to leave everything behind - leave him behind.

“You don’t think we could build something up together and have that be perfect?” You walk over towards him as he turns. He stops and stares down at you. “You don’t think we could build our own home together? Something better than here?”

His lips pull into a tight line so he doesn’t say something he regrets. He steps into the bathroom, removing his stuff before stepping back towards his back.

“Rafe…” You watch him. “Rafe, please. Why are you being like this? I just want you to talk—”

“I’m angry because you can leave but I can’t!” He turns towards you. You stumble back slightly but quickly regain composure, eyes widened slightly. “You can leave everything behind and you’ll be fine. But if I do…” He lets out a laugh which sounds more like a scoff before shaking his head. “I’m not you. I care too much.”

“You…” You watch as he zips up his bag. “You think I don’t care? Why do you think I wanted you to come with me?!”

“Money.”

The anger that builds in your chest makes you feel as if you’re sweating profusely. “I would never be with you just because of the money and you know it, Rafe,” You jab your finger into his chest. “I love you! That’s why I wanted you to come with me! This whole argument could’ve been avoided if you’d just understand me!”

“Yeah, well,” He grabs his keys from your desk. “You said you didn’t want to end up like your parents.”

“Rafe, don’t do this,” You step closer. “You’re being irrational for no reason.”

He glances back at you one last time - watches how your lip quivers, eyes pleading with him. “Please.” You whisper. His eyes drift over towards your desk, the letter on top taunting him.

He steps out of your room, slamming the door behind himself. You stand there, staring at the closed door waiting for the moment he steps back in, laughing in your face about how he got you and you’d punch him in the arm. The night would continue with a movie and sour gummy worms.

Yeah. That sounds perfect.

But the sound of the front door opening and closing downstairs and the start of his truck has that wish shattering. You rush towards your window, peeking out the curtains. His tires squeal on the pavement as he backs out and speeds off.

Pulling back, you slowly walk towards your bed and sit on the edge. Your eyes stare at the floor as your hands rest in your lap. Your heart beats uncomfortably fast.

You slowly reach for your phone, immediately texting Sarah to come over.

After the texts she sent go unanswered, she’s there within ten minutes and running up the steps. Opening the door, her eyes dart around the room, before they land on you.

You slowly look over at her. “I got in.”

Her smile is immediately, mouth parting to speak but she quickly stops when she watches your face crumble, a sob leaving your throat. The door shuts and she quickly walks over, pulling you close to her.

You cry until your eyes are heavy and your throat hurts. You pull away slowly and Sarah looks at you sadly. Your eyes linger on her skin, reaching over and wiping away your tears that had fallen, making a slight face. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” She shakes her head, reaching for your hand. “What happened?”

The explanation was hard to get through, some tears and pauses along the way but Sarah nods, face remaining morphed into sadness.

“Then he left.”

Sarah lets out a small sigh. “I mean, he was rejected from that college. Maybe he’s just…” Your brows furrow slightly, head tilting. “Maybe he’s angry at himself - which doesn’t excuse—”

“Wait,” You quickly cut her off. “What do you mean, he was rejected from that college? When did Rafe even apply?”

She stares at you quietly. “Uh,” She shifts. She thought Rafe might’ve told you - she thought wrong. “He applied last year. He was so excited when he got the letter. He had me open it because he was so nervous,”

Looking down at the loose thread on Sarah’s shorts, you frown at the thought of Rafe being excited then learning that it wasn’t what he was expecting. “He thought I was being mean,” Sarah nods. “I actually felt bad for him. He was…Rafe is smart - when he puts his mind to it. He had the grades for it. Especially when you two started talking,”

Your eyes lift and she smiles sadly. “He hammered down then,” She nods. “Dad offered to, uh…” She shifts uncomfortably and messes with the bracelet on your wrist. “He offered to pay the school a lump sum of money.”

“Rafe told him no, because he wanted to get in without that kind of help,” Sarah nods. “Dad laughed. He told Rafe he wasn’t sure why he thought he would be able to get in. He left for four days after that.”

Thinking back, you remember one time when Rafe had come to your home closer to his graduation. He seemed more sad than what he usually did. When he stepped in, he mumbled some excuse about Rose wanting him out.

“I never knew any of that. He didn’t tell me.”

“I know,” Sarah nods. “That still doesn’t give him any right to say and do what he did to you though.”

You nod, looking towards the picture frame on your dresser, shoulders dropping slightly. “I don’t know if I can leave now.”

“Hey, no,” Sarah grabs your face and turns it back, lowering them to your shoulders once you’re staring at him. “You’re not backing out on this. This is your chance to have a future. You can talk to Rafe, but do not let him change your mind about going.”

“This could’ve been avoided, Sarah.” Your lip quivers and head shakes.

“It could’ve,” She agrees with a small nod. “But him seeing that letter did not need to cause this,” She motions towards your face. Did not need to cause crying for almost an hour straight. “He has every reason to be upset or jealous - whatever he feels. But he should feel happy for you.This is a big accomplishment.”

Nodding a bit, you smile softly. “I’ll try talking to him,” She nods. “Thank you for coming. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She smiles. “Not a lot.” She teases.

You laugh softly, leaning your cheek over onto her arm that remains close to you. “Do you mind staying?” You whisper.

“Not at all.”

—

| FOUR MONTHS LATER.

| I know you’re not speaking to me. But I'd really like to see you before I leave.

| Say a proper goodbye.

| Please come with Sarah.

READ AT 12:30PM.

Your heart breaks but it’s something you’ve grown used to over the four months away from Rafe. Quickly dropping your phone, you look over when the door opens.

Your mom smiles softly when she sees you folding a shirt, stuffing it into a suitcase. You’re leaving some clothes home, in your room, but taking some with you. Your dad had given you a free range of spending after learning about getting accepted.

That’s the first time you’ve ever felt as if he was proud of you.

“I can’t believe you're leaving me,” You turn and send your mom a small smile. “I’ll be home every four weeks unless something important comes up. And for holidays. You could also come see me.”

“I don’t like driving and neither does your dad, you know that,” There’s something that wavers in her voice that has a frown pulling at your lips and fingers gripping the material you hold. She steps closer and clears her throat. “Are you sure you want to leave early?”

You stare at her quietly for a moment as you actually think about backing out of this whole thing. You wanted to leave a month early so you can explore a new place, maybe meet some new friends. But you also didn’t want to leave everyone else behind.

But you wanted to leave everyone behind at the same time.

A part of you felt bad for leaving your mom - although another part doesn’t. She never really showed she cared, but maybe that wasn’t her fault.

“I’m sure. I want to make sure I know where everything is,” You nod, turning back to your bag. You finish with the shirt in your hand, zipping up your bag. “Sarah, John B, and everyone's on their way to say bye.”

She doesn’t know about the fight with Rafe. And you did not want to tell her - she’d find some way to blame you for it.

You also didn’t feel like crying once again.

She nods and smiles softly. “Come with me. Your dad said he’d get your bags.”

You're surprised, but nod and follow behind her down the steps. Your dad was in the kitchen, giving you a small smile in passing before he walked upstairs.

You turn your attention back, eyes dropping to a box. “What’s this?”

“A care package,” She nods. You eye it before looking at her. “Do you…remember those homemade cookies we used to make with one another?”

“Oh, I don’t—”

“I made some,” She quickly cuts you off. You, of course, remember making those cookies. They were the best cookies you’ve ever tasted - nothing has yet to top them yet. You were smush surprised she even made them. “Last night. I was…I was up late making this with some of the other snacks you used to like as well.”

You pull the box closer, opening it and peeking inside. Your heart stops for a moment before glancing up. “Mom—”

She circles around and grabs your biceps softly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there the most when you needed me,” Your eyes begin to sting. “When you were older. I should’ve stuck up more for you and been there. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She pulls you towards her quickly, squeezing you tightly. You can’t remember the last time you hugged either one of your parents. Not one of those side hugs, or hugs that you do for a family portrait and quickly pull away after the flash goes off.

An actual bone-crushing hug.

Your arms slowly wrap around her, before your eyes slowly squeeze shut, moving closer.

“My baby,” She whispers, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m so sorry.”

You smile softly, shaking your head quickly. “It’s okay.” You whisper, breath shuddering slightly as you wipe your tears with the back of your hand. She reaches up and wipes at your other cheek.

“I’m so, so proud of you, you know?”

It’s strange. The words she says have your face crumbling and another shaky breath escaping you. You never knew if she was truly ever proud of you or not - you still wasn’t for sure, the words could just be in the moment - but it still renders you breathless all the same.

You jump slightly when you hear a honk outside. Your eyes dart towards the front door before glancing at your mom. She nods. “I’ll get your dad to carry this out too.”

You nod and start to walk out of the kitchen. You pause and turn back around, hugging her tightly. “I love you, Mom.” You whisper softly.

Her arms tighten once more for a second before releasing slightly. “I love you, sunshine.” Suddenly, you’re a little girl again, beaming at her when you pull away.

You quickly walk outside, smiling softly when you see the people who are standing outside, waiting by your car. Walking over, JJ is the first to see you.

“Hello, Miss Georgia.” He grins, walking over. Everyone glances over. You embrace him in a hug, smiling softly.

“Hello, JJ,” You laugh softly, pulling away. “Thanks for coming. Sorry that it’s gonna be a short goodbye too - I want to get going before traffic hits.”

“Then we better get to it,” Topper says from the side. “There’s a concert going on today.”

You hum softly and hug JJ once again, patting his back softly. “Don’t get yourself into too much trouble.”

“No promises.” It sounds like he sniffles at the end, but you pull away to hug Pope next as JJ turns and fixes his hat.

“Make good choices and study.” He reminds you. You pull away and stare at him, grinning.

“You’re so studious, Pope.”

He smiles softly and pulls you into another quick hug, patting your back before moving to stand next to JJ. You hug Topper and Kelce next - a side hug, but it was still nice of them to come tell you goodbye.

You hug Kiara next, promising to text her and send her pictures of the sunsets - mountains, too, if you go hiking.

John B gives you a small smile. Sarah pushes him slightly. “She doesn’t bite,” She shakes her head. “Well—”

“Hush, Sarah,” You warn, hugging John B. You lower your voice. “Take care of her, okay?”

He nods and steps away. You smile at Sarah and hug her tightly, feeling her fingers grip at the material of your shirt. “I’m sorry he didn’t come. I tried.” She whispers.

You nod. “It’s okay…” You whisper. Pulling away, you smile and take a look at everyone.

“I love you guys,” You nod. “Thanks for being here. It means a lot.”

“Anything for you,” JJ smiles. “But we can’t watch you leave. Otherwise, we will follow you.”

Letting out a small laugh, you nod. “Then you guys better go. I’m about to leave after I tell mom and dad bye.” You motion over your shoulder.

They all walk towards their cars, goodbye’s and ‘I’ll see you soon’ filling the space. You watch as everyone disappears before turning. You see both your mom and dad standing and waiting patiently. Walking over, you smile.

“Okay…I guess this is the part where we hug and I promise you I’ll see you both soon?”

The man chuckles and pulls you close. “Exactly,” He pats your back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You allow yourself to be selfish and indulge in his attention. “I love you. Text when you get there, okay?”

You nod. “I will. Thank you, dad.”

He presses another quick kiss to the top of your head, pulling away. You step towards your mom first, pulling her into another tight hug. “Call me whenever you need to. When you want to come back.” She whispers.

You smile and nod. “I will. I love you.” You feel her nod and you pull away from the both of them, walking towards your car and slipping inside. You glance in your rearview mirror, watching as your mom lingers on the doorstep as your dad passes by, stepping inside. You frown slightly.

The attention he had given you was short lived.

Sighing, you turn on your car and hover your thumb over the START button on maps. Your eyes lift once again towards the house. The door shuts once again.

Your eyes begin to sting as you look away once again, clicking the button.

“In .3 miles, make a left…”

Rafe pauses as he watches your car make a quick left, disappearing from his view. Rubbing at his face, he looks over at the packed bags in his passenger seat.

He backed out.

He packed his bags. Drove to your home to see if the offer still stands - to see if you still wanted him to go with you. Then he stopped before he even pulled into the driveway.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t push himself to do it, no matter how many times he kept saying that’s what he wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to make a home with you. Have that perfect life that you believed in.

He didn’t know what was holding him back.

Starting up his truck, he stares at the mailbox in front of your house. He clears his throat and quickly pulls into the driveway, getting out and making his way up to the door. He knocks and waits.

Your dad answers, brows slightly lifted. “Oh, Rafe,” He then pinches them together in confusion. “Didn’t you already say goodbye?”

“No,” He shakes his head quickly. “I, uh…I was at work.” He lies.

“Well, I’m sorry, kid. You just missed her,” He motions towards the end of the driveway. “I could call if you want—”

“No,” He quickly stops him. “No…I don’t want to hold her up if she had a timeline she wanted to follow. Thank you, though, sir.”

He nods and begins to shut the door. “Wait,” The door opens once again. “This might be…” He trails off. It wouldn’t be weird. As far as they know - hopefully - you both are still together. “Would it be okay if I go up to her room?”

The older man’s brows lift slightly, shrugging. “I don’t see why not.”

Rafe nods and steps inside when he steps away. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be quick.” He makes his way towards the steps, quickly jogging up them and towards your room.

He opens the door, stepping inside before closing it behind himself. He slowly steps in and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he looks around the room.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, he smiles to himself softly. It did feel strange sitting in your room, without you.

His eyes land on the photo on the nightstand, picking it up carefully. It had been moved from your dresser, closer to your bed. He didn’t know if that was good or bad.

His chin quivers and drags his thumb across the dried flowers that had been stuffed under the glass. They were from your second date - Rafe had been late, Ward holding him up to do something that could’ve waited.

He wanted Ward's approval and put you last. He thinks that was the first time he ever did that. You never held it against him.

Kicking off his shoes, he shifts around in the bed as he lies on his side. He holds the frame close to his chest, arms crossing over it protectively.

He was never the one to get close to people. It was a surprise that he had even let you get close enough that you knew his little tics he would do when he was nervous, lying, or joking.

Close enough that you knew him better than he knew himself.

More than he knew you.

The thought makes his eyes squeeze alongside the painful squeeze of his heart, the heel of his palm pressing in between his brows. His phone is weighing heavily in his pocket - his mind screaming for him to just call.

But he didn’t want to hold you back. He knew you were meant for something greater than this place. Your friends. Him. You deserved to prove yourself in a way he never could or never will be able too.

He loved you too much to hold you back.

He loves you too much.

His eyes grow heavier, the hold on the frame loosening as he slowly falls asleep to the scent of your sheets that smelled of both you and him.

That smelled of home.

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Cover It Up

summary: after getting a scolding from Ashura, Reth and reader get closer (follows the cover it up quest).

relationship: Reth x gn!reader

warnings: fluff!, spoilers for Reth’s dialogue

word count: 4k

A/N: more Reth because i love him fr fr <3 i'm not sure how many parts there will be to this but make sure to read the previous part if you haven't!

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

You’re working on a new piece of furniture that Tish gave you the instructions for, when you see Reth coming through the gates to your house plot. A slight panic settles in the pit of your stomach as you realise that you were so absorbed in your work you’ve completely lost track of time.

“Oh shoot, I didn’t forget we were meeting up or anything, right?” you ask as you set down your tools, hurrying to clean up your workstation.

“Nope,” he retorts, coming to a halt before you. “I came here unannounced.”

“Okay, good,” you breathe a sigh of relief, facing him fully. “So what’s up?”

“Nothing much,” he says and gives you his signature smile, leaning on the worktable with his hips. “I just wanted to see your face, is all.”

You narrow your eyes slightly at him in suspicion, but can’t help mirror his smile.

“Well, take your fill.”

He studies your face for a moment.

“Ah, yes,” he concludes with a nod. “That’s the face of my favourite person right there. Good to know it’s still there.”

“Why wouldn’t my face be here,” you retort with a chuckle, but then furrow your brows in worry. “Seriously though, is something wrong? I’m not complaining about you being here; it’s just that it’s rare for you to come by like this.”

He sighs, his shoulders slumping forward slightly.

“Yeah, I, uh, I actually need your help,” he admits. “Again.”

You motion for him to sit next to you on the bench by the entrance of your house.

“Sure thing,” you reassure him once you’re both seated. “What can I do?”

Reth takes a deep breath, gesturing with his hands as he talks.

“So, remember the whole thing where I made a huge dinner for Ashura and his friends because he kept seeing me going into the back rooms,” (How could I forget, you think.) “Well, turns out he didn’t believe me at all, actually. He’s keeping an extra eye on me now, and some shipments for, you know, have been suffering because of that.” He can’t hold your gaze and it falls to his lap instead. “I need to change bases for a while.”

Reth then asks for your map, and you hand it to him. He marks some places where you’re to leave some shipments in Bahari Bay. You look at the places he marked, mentally already tracing the path you'd take so as not to be seen, and hopefully not run into anyone.

“The shipments are in the storage room,” he adds. “Can you pick them up tonight?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” you say with a small smile. He’s visibly relieved at your words.

“Thank you so much.” He runs a hand over his face and shoots you a sheepish smile. “I don’t know why you keep putting up with me like this, but I really appreciate this.”

“Hey, we said no more of that negative self-talk,” you remark and give him a playful push to his shoulder. “I help because I want to.”

Reth looks at you for a moment with a slight tilt to his head. What did he do to deserve you?

“How about I have some food ready for when you come back?,” he offers, and you immediately perk up at that. “Any wishes?”

“You know I never say no to your food,” you laugh, and think for a moment about his offer. “I’m craving… something greasy. Finger food. With potatoes.”

He laughs at your odd request.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can come up with.”

– – –

You take an evening nap to get ready for the night, and when the clock strikes midnight, you set out for the village. You’re extra careful to not run into anyone, entering the Inn from the back to access the storage room, and stuff the merchandise into your backpack. It’s not the first time you’re moving things for Reth, and you have to admit you’re curious to take a peek. You have an inkling as to what could be in there – something Flow related and highly illegal, probably – but Reth made you promise over and over that you wouldn’t peek. The less you know, the better, he would always say. So you shove your curiosity aside, and make a quick exit towards the east gates leading to Bahari Bay.

You move swiftly, and actually take the opportunity to mine whatever iron you come across on your way to the marked positions. Making so much noise with the pickaxe probably isn’t the best strategy to remain hidden, but at least this way, if someone saw you, you could say you were mining. Besides, you seem to always be running out of it, so any extra ore is welcome. When you get to the spot Reth marked on the map, you hide the boxes behind some bushes, then start your trek back, picking up some mushrooms and Sweet Leaves on the way back to Kilima.

Once you’re back, you make a quick stop by the storage room again to pick up the food left by Reth, then head home. As you unpack it, still warm, you see he cut potatoes into wedges, covered them in seasoning, then baked them with plenty of oil. You hum in surprise at how good it tastes, savouring every bite. You also can't help but feel that it tastes strangely familiar, like a comfort food from another life. There's still something missing, but you can't quite put your finger on what.

– – –

The next few days go by as usual, and you keep catching yourself itching for something to spice up your routine. Perhaps another “supply” run by Reth? You mean to go see him at the Inn to ask if there's anything for you to do, except that you don’t even make it far past your house, as the moment you walk out of your door, you see Ashura coming into your lot through the gates. With a smile and a wave, you greet him from afar, but as he steps closer, you can see he doesn't look too amused. You gulp.

“Hey Ashura,” you start as you meet him halfway. “What brings you all the way to my humble abode?”

He looks down at you, and sighs. You shift your shoulders uncomfortably under his gaze.

“I wish I could say I was here for a friendly chat.”

Ashura’s stern gaze softens somewhat, in the way a father gives in to the “not mad, just disappointed” stance.

“What exactly did you think you were doing by helping Reth?” he asks you, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your gaze falls to the ground, brows furrowed. It’s none of your business, you want to say. But that wouldn’t be fair. He’s here because he’s worried, because he cares.

“How’d you find out?” you ask instead, daring to meet his eyes again.

“It was pretty obvious. Reth may be good at lying to others, but I know his tells. Besides, Hodari saw you sneaking around at night.”

Hodari you little snitch, you think and can’t help the grumble that escapes you. Ashura sighs yet again, his arms now falling to his sides.

“Next time you hide things in the bay, make sure no one sees you.”

“Well, I thought I was doing a good job at not being seen,” you mumble. “... But point taken.”

He raises a brow at you, still waiting for an explanation. You shrug your shoulders and raise your hands in defeat.

“I- I was just helping him out,” you say truthfully. “If I don’t, he’s going to work himself to exhaustion and beyond, and you know that.”

“And this is how you decide to help?” he says in a somewhat scolding manner. “Look, Reth can spend the rest of his life running away, lying to anyone who might care about him. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and talks about you. He’d hang the moon if you asked him to.”

You can’t help the heat creeping onto your face at his words. I’d hang the moon and more for him too, you think to yourself. Suddenly you feel very self-conscious in front of the man that’s become a father figure to you, and seems to be one to Reth as well.

“Then, what do you suggest?” you ask. “You care about him, right? That's why you worry. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Well, I care about Reth as well. Tell me how to help him.”

He hums, placing a large hand on your shoulder.

“Help lead him on the right path.”

You let out a helpless scoff; how do you even do that? There’s so many factors at play, and you're not even sure if Ashura has the full picture regarding Tish’s disease and treatment and all… Where do you even start?

As he sees your brain is starting to work a mile an hour at his words, he retrieves his hand after giving you one last squeeze.

“Well, I’ve said my piece. Maybe I'm just an old man overstepping his bounds… But I want to see Reth thrive here,” he says and shoots you a smile. “And I want the same for you.”

“I- even if you were overstepping his bounds, you’re doing it because of the right reasons, so… Thank you for telling me. I think I needed to hear this.” You bite the inside of your cheek, considering if you should say the next part or not. it's something that's been eating away at your mind for a while now. You fidget with your sleeve, looking up at Ashura and being met with nothing but warmth and support in his eyes, and you can feel the last of your walls crumbling.

“You know,” you start after taking in a shaky breath. “Sometimes I forget that this is… real. Appearing out of thin air with no memories of anything at all except for my name. I think deep inside I expect this all to be a dream or something, and that I’ll be snapping out of it at any given time. So I guess I wasn’t taking my actions seriously, and dismissing the fact that what I do here has real consequences for the people surrounding me, as well as myself.”

Ashura looks surprised at your words, and for a second you regret telling him. Seeing the flash of panic on your face, he reaches out and envelops you in a hug.

“Have you told Reth about this?” he asks, and you shake your head as you press your face into his chest, ashamed.

“You have a lot to talk about then.”

He pulls back, holding you by your shoulders and looking down at you affectionately.

“Whenever you feel like that, you can come talk to me, okay? Don't let it build up.” He pulls back completely, about to turn around. “And I don't know if it's much comfort, but you're very real to us. To me. And I'm glad you're here.”

With the knot that formed in your throat, you can't utter out a word, so you merely nod at him, thankful. He says his goodbyes and leaves.

After the conversation, your mind and heart are a whirlwind, so you decide to take the rest of the day “off”. You basically stay in bed, cuddling with your palcat until evening. Once you find the strength again, and after feeding yourself and your companion, you set out to the village. Except that you find yourself taking the long way, heading West until you reach the Daya’s farm, although staying out of sight, then walking down the coastline. You twirl the Sundrop Lily you picked on the meadow between your fingers, trying to form a coherent sentence in your head with which to explain to Reth how you feel regarding, well, everything. That he’s putting himself in danger. That you don’t want to see him neither hurt nor burnt out. That you want to help him however you can. That you sometimes feel lost too, given the current circumstances of your existence. That you can’t stand the thought of being stranded here without him. That you care about him. So much.

At the last thought, heat creeps up to your face, and your heartbeat quickens, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you just allow yourself to feel.

By now, you're standing by the entrance of the sewers that lead to the Underground, so with one last deep breath, you climb in. Reth’s shift should end soon, so you could head back into the storage room together to have a much-needed talk.

As expected, you find Reth behind the bar. Things seem to be slow today, as he wipes down the surface with a bored look on his face. You quickly scan the place to see if Zeki is anywhere within earshot, but you can’t see him, so you walk up to the cook. When he spots you, his immediate reaction is perking up with a smile, but then he goes a bit stiff as he realises why you’re here.

“Hey,” he greets you as you come to a stop on the other side of the bar. “Wasn’t sure you’d come see me. I take it Ashura paid you a visit.”

“He did… Are you, uhm, done soon?” You look around again. “I think we need to talk. In private.”

The slight panic in his face doesn’t escape you, but he’s quick to push past it, trying to play it cool.

“Y-yeah, I was about to wrap up here, actually. Give me a couple of minutes, I’ll meet you in the back?”

“Okay. See you in a bit,” you offer with your best attempt at a reassuring smile. It doesn't seem to do much to calm him down, though.

Once in the storage room, you beeline for his couch, which he uses as a bed, and sit down with a pillow, hugging it to your chest. You can’t help pressing your nose into it; it smells like Reth, and you can feel yourself relax a bit.

Not five minutes later, the door creaks open and closes again, and you straighten up a bit. Reth heads to where you are, taking a seat next to you, and he leans into the back of the couch with a tired sigh. You don’t know how to start the conversation, so you just sit in silence for a moment until he heaves a deep sigh.

“I think I might have used up all my second chances. I really messed this one up,” Reth says, looking ahead instead of at you. “Weird thing is, Ashura didn’t fire me. He even asked me if I was okay. Guess I'm the world’s worst brother and employee.”

He lets out a wry chuckle, then leans forward to prop up his elbows on his knees, holding his face in his hands.

“I keep ruining things. Can’t keep my sister safe, can’t make anyone proud,” he mumbles, and it makes your chest tighten in pain that he thinks of himself that way. You’re about to say something when he straightens up and looks at you with a sad, resigned smile. “It’s like, I know that I'm doing it, right? But I just can't stop myself. Give me the chance, I'll ruin your life too.”

“That's not true…”

“But it is. I'm no good for you. If you stick around, you're only going to get burned.”

Then let me burn to ash, if it means I can keep you by my side, you think, and in the second it takes you to decide if that’s too much or not, he’s taking something out of his pocket. Your heart skips a beat when you recognise the metallic piece. You’ve heard from others about the Palian custom of giving pins as a sign of true romantic interest. Far more than a box of chocolates.

“Before all this happened, I was even gonna ask you to wear this pin,” he says, brushing over it with his thumb. “Stupid, right? I’ll just throw it in the gutter where it belongs.”

“Wait–” you finally find your voice again, and he looks up at you surprised. “It absolutely does not belong in the gutter. Don’t throw it out, I- I’ll take it.”

“Really?,” his brows rise in surprise and what you assume to be hopefulness, then a blush spreads on his face. “You know what this pin means, right?”

You nod. He looks down at it again, ears burning dark pink.

“It means I want to give us, you and me together, a real chance.”

“I know,” you say, putting aside the pillow you’ve been holding onto and reaching for his hand instead, holding his free one with both of yours and giving it a squeeze, which he reciprocates.

“Even after everything?” he asks, voice impossibly small.

“Even after everything.”

“I… Oh. I mean, okay, good. That’s- That’s good.” He clears his throat. “Sorry, I was really expecting this to blow up in my face like everything else. I’ve never actually given my pin to anyone before, you know? Never thought I’d meet someone who wanted it.”

“Well, here I am. So… are you going to give it to me?” You let go of his hand, holding them out with your palms up.

“R-Right.” He carefully places the pin in your palms, folding your fingers over it and holding your closed hands in his larger ones.

You look up from your hands at him, and he looks at you so lovingly, genuine and vulnerable, that you start feeling the familiar prick of tears coming behind your eyes. But you don’t want him to see you cry, so you lean in and place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth instead, then slip your hands out of his grip to hug him.

“For the record, you're not the worst brother or employee,” you say, sneaking in a quick peck to his cheek in between words here and there. “You’re an amazing brother, caring, loving, selfless. You're a wonderful employee and Ashura wants to keep you around because he cares about you. And you’re the best boyfriend I could ask for. I am proud of you. And I know your parents would be too if they saw who you've become.”

At your words, Reth’s body trembles with a silent sob, and you hug him tighter. He lifts you up and you climb onto his lap so you’re straddling him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, while you lovingly stroke up and down his back.

“And don’t even think about saying that I'm too good for you or some nonsense like that. You deserve the world and more, Reth.”

He chuckles; you know him too well, as he was about to say exactly that.

“Thank you, sweet tooth,” he mumbles into your skin instead. “I needed this.”

After a moment longer, he lets out a deep exhale, then pulls back slightly to look at you. His eyes are a little puffy, and you cup his face, stroking over his cheekbones. You press your lips to his, kissing him once, twice, and wanting to deepen it, but you have to break it off to yawn, unable to stop it. Reth laughs.

“Long day?” he asks.

“Not really? Just glad we talked about this, I guess…” You give his cheek a quick peck. “Can I stay the night?”

“Of course.”

You climb off his lap and you both change into something more comfortable. Reth lends you one of his shirts, and you’re left in just that and your underwear, not really wanting to sleep in your work trousers that you were gardening in the day before. You neatly fold your clothes and put them on a chair, carefully placing Reth’s pin on top, and you take a second just looking at it.

When you turn around, Reth is sitting on his bed in his sleeping garments, looking at the floor with a violent blush. You look down at yourself, suddenly self-conscious, and you place your arms in front of you protectively, not that it does much at hiding anything though.

“I- I’m sorry. I just didn't want to sleep in my dirty work clothes,” you say sheepishly.” Does it make you… uncomfortable?”

“No! No, not that. It's just, uh,” he clears his throat. “It’s quite the view. I don’t want to stare and make you uncomfortable.”

Your heart is beating so fast, you can hear it rumbling in your ears.

“It’s okay, Reth,” you say, voice trembling slightly. “You can look.”

He tears his gaze from the ground to your face, checking if you're sure, and when you give him a little nod, his eyes slowly start wandering downwards. They travel over your neck, chest, stomach until they reach your thighs, where he seems to linger for a bit, then he gives you a quicker once-over. You just stand there, doing everything in your power to not hug yourself or pull the shirt down to cover up.

You’re not sure what you’d even expect him to say except a ‘nice’ maybe, so you just walk to the bed, lifting the covers and climbing in.

“Well, if you're gonna sleep like that,” Reth says suddenly, standing up, and you watch with big eyes as he reaches over his back and pulls on his shirt. “I think it's only fair I take this off so you have something to look at too.”

In a swift motion, he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere without much regard. His cooking outfit didn't ever really do much to hide his silhouette, so you knew he’s fit, but your heart was not ready for this. You can feel your face burning up significantly, and before you can stop yourself, your eyes are roaming his form: from his broad shoulders to the small waist, his toned arms and pecs, all you can think of is all the hickeys you want to add to his freckled skin.

Your eyes go back up to meet his, and even in the low light of the storage room, you see the dark pink blush going from the tip of his ears all the way to his sternum. He gives you a second to take it all in, seemingly pleased with the way your eyes are practically eating him up, then climbs into bed after you. Since it’s more of a couch rather than a bed, there’s not a lot of space to begin with, let alone for two people, so Reth hugs you into his chest, with your head tucked under his chin, and tangles his legs with yours, and he’s so warm, it’s almost too much. Sure you’ve cuddled and shared a bed before, but there was never this much skin contact.

His hand shyly slips underneath your shirt to give your hip a squeeze, and you involuntarily let out a squeak of sorts, to which he can't help but snort.

“Cute,” is all he says, as his hand travels further and comes to a stop at your waist, while your own arm snakes around his torso, holding onto him.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, and his hand slips to the small of your back, softly drawing random figures. You merely hum in response. Your face is basically pressed to his chest already, so you place a kiss right under his collarbone, and you hear him inhale sharply. You kiss him again, and again, then give a tentative bite.

“Sweet tooth,” he growls the nickname warningly. “Neither of us is gonna get any sleep if you go there.”

“Sorry, I couldn't help myself,” you giggle, propping yourself up to properly kiss him good night, then you turn around, and he hugs your back into his chest as you hold his hand over your heart. “Good night, Reth. I’m glad to be here with you.”

“Me too babe, me too.”

~~~~~

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clawsdevour · 6 months ago

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hiiii!! do you mind if u make kuroo x albino reader who's a manager¿? (no pressure) fluff

nekoma's captain

wc: 1.0k content warning: fluff, reader is albino, manager f!reader x kuroo, slight angst??, not proofread

note: hihi hopefully you enjoy this little story, ngl i was kind of struggling to find a plot for this short scenario until it came to me bc i wanted to include the descriptions of albinism for the reader. hope it somehow meets your standards!!!!

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In the gym where you’re acting as Nekoma’s boys volleyball current manager. Hair tied back into a ponytail that swishes side to side brushing against your light, pale skin. You’re currently outside filling the boys’ water bottles before their quick break from practicing and coming up with new tactics for upcoming tournaments. The sun was radiating with heat that felt like your skin was getting pierced. You’re on the last water bottle, hastily filling it to the brim before twisting the cap back on. Hurrying back in the gym to ensure your skin doesn’t burn from the blazing sunlight, you carry over the heavy water bottles and place them on the benches where the boys will rest once they call for a timeout.

You sit on the bench, keeping your eyes peeled watching them practice their spikes and blocking. They were all getting stronger, turning a single spike down with their reinforced blocks as well as learning how to keep more control on their spikes to manipulate them around the court. Even though they were rapidly improving, Kuroo caught your eye. Kuroo seems sluggish whenever he was on court. You realize Kuroo has had this very frustrated look on his face ever since they started practicing. Even though your sight is very blurry from afar, you could tell his brows were constantly furrowed and his constant grin was wiped off his face, his energy was completely different.

The team calls for a time out to get rehydrated and res while they discuss how to make their new moves even more sharper and powerful against opponents. Handing out their waters right down the line, the last to receive their water bottle was Kuroo. He was sitting a bit slightly farther away from the others, looking down as he breathed in deep pants. Gulping, your snow white skin taps him on the shoulder with the water bottle. He looks up into your light piercing eyes, as if you’ve disturbed him, startling you.

“Oh.. thanks.” He mumbled under his breath while flashing a forced small smile at you. Wiping away his sweat as he reaches for the bottle, he just holds it in his big hands, doesn’t even take a sip. You’re a bit beyond worried, no one’s ever seen him so upset before.

Brushing a natural white strand of hair behind your ear, you can’t help but feel the intense tension rise. You had to break the silence and cheer him up before he heads back on court.

“U-Um.. are you okay..?” With a lowered voice you asked him, trying to not pull the attention of the others onto him. He takes a quiet sip of water before angeling his head up to look at you.

“Yeah. Why?” His face is stern and serious, brows furrowed at you with his eyes slightly narrowed. His eyes so still, you could see your reflection in them.

“Well.. look. I’ve noticed that you aren’t playing at your best today …Is something wrong that maybe.. I could help you with?” Kuroo just looks down and sighs. His grip on the water bottle tightens to the point his hand is shaking as he exhales.

“I just.. haven’t been able to block like how I used to. I kind of, realized that somehow I started to feel weaker, that it’s like I’m suddenly falling behind everyone.. You know, maybe I shouldn’t be Nekoma’s team captain” a grimace expression appears on his face. You sit down right next to him, putting your left hand on his back to comfort him while he lets it out.

“Kuroo… you know what I think?” He turns his attention to you, ready to listen to what you have to say about him. Nothing you say could make him feel even more disappointed in himself than his own self doubt.

“I think you’re one of the most amazing volleyball players I’ve ever seen play on court. Your skills are beyond just a position where you’re able to call yourself ‘captain.’ You as a person, too! You’re the only one on this damn volleyball team to keep everyone together besides me. Trust me, I appreciate you looking out for them more than me Kuroo.” You’re in your own world talking about him, he’s watching you talk with your hands more than what your mouth can say. Your eyes gleamed whenever you said his name.

“Gee.. thanks I didn’t know you thought so highly of me. That’s nice to hear once in a while,” Kuroo’s lips curl into a smile as he looks up. His hand is scratching the back of his head. Your pale eyes burn into him as you watch him let out his last deep sigh of frustration, fleshing out his negative self esteem.

“So… time’s almost up. You should drink all that water before the next practice round,” waterbottle in hand, he shakes a big nod at you. Chugging down his water and looking back at you. Putting his arm down, swishing the water in his mouth before swallowing it all down.

“Ha, I feel so much better knowing you look up to me like that. I, thank you for choosing to manage the volleyball team with me. And as your senior, I’ll play even harder for you to keep looking up to me,” his silly old grin was back as well as his bright and chaotic energy. It was as if your little pep talk replenished him back to his old self.

“No need to thank me, just get out there and show them what it means to be Nekoma’s team captain Kuroo!!” You cheered at him while gets up. He’s peering back at you thinking to himself. He had one more think to say to you,

“Alright, but um.. Before I walk off, is your hair naturally white?” A bit surprised, but not really, you heard around school that he’s into science and that biology chemistry stuff. You figured he was gonna ask you this sooner or later since you’re the only person at Nekoma with albinism. “Ugh, yes. Now get on that court and pounce on them! Stop stalling for time captain, you got volleyballs waiting get hit down by your strong blocks and spikes!!” You can’t help but shout at him since the practice was back in order, the boys taking in their positions while regripping their shoes, giggling as he turns his back on you to head onto his side of the court.

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firsttimewriter92 · 2 years ago

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Schilling for your thought Part 3

König x f!reader

Summary: König and you finally get to explore what you feel for each other. Heavy SMUT Part 1 here. Part two here

Word count: 7.569

Warnings: mega fluff, heavy sexual content, König´s a switch(!!), P in V sex, reader is using an IUD (wrap it before you tap it!!), rough, dirty talk (lots of it), heavy petting, confessions, dom König, submissive König, oral (m! receiving), a little butt play

Authors note: Geeeeeez, this is nothing but teeny tiny little plot and the rest is just self indulgent smut. Heavy smut! It´s not proofread yet just because it´s fucking loooooong :D Please enjoy and let me know what you think. My asks are open.

König of course kept his word. Two days after kissing the daylights out of you, he tried his best to not look nervous as he entered Price´s office. Half an hour later he came back outside, shaking Price´s hand and walked away to find you.

You were currently underneath one of the military jeeps trying to fix it when you heard a familiar yet unwelcome voice. “Eeeyyy,___. Mind crawling out from underneath there so I can finally show you a good time?” It was late, the jeep your last job for today and you certainly did not have the nerve for Graves´ stupid pick up lines right now. Not when you knew exactly how he would react after you´d reject him for the hundredth time. “I´m busy, Philip. Why don´t you bother someone else? Or better yet, don´t!”

He sighed over dramatically and you heard him suck in a breath through his teeth. You smirked. You were getting to him and you loved it. From the corner of your eyes you saw another pair of enormous combat boots walking towards the jeep. You knew who that was and had to stifle your laughter. This was going to be fun. Hopefully König caught on as soon as he was close enough.

Looking over at Graves´ boots you suspected him to be leaned against the jeep. His boots pointed away from the vehicle so you guessed he was facing away from you. That´s good, you thought. König came to a halt at the rear end of the jeep so it was not possible for Graves to notice him unless he made some noise.

“I really don’t understand your motivation of shutting me down all the time,___. I´m a decent guy.” You were sure you cracked a rib at that moment, trying not to laugh out loud. “I didn’t want to go on a date with you, Philip, and the very next day my Captain had to present me with a 5 page list of examples on how I do not know how to do my job. You´re seriously telling me that wasn’t you?!” You were getting a little pissed now remembering that conversation with Price. “That´s not decent, that´s petty as fuck.”

“We all did something in our careers we´re not proud of, honey. Doesn’t mean we need to unnecessarily dwell on it.” You felt the angry rush in your ears become louder and even saw König´s boot twitch. “So now you´re trying to wear me out until I say yes? Have you no self-worth?” You could hear him hiss. “Do you have to call it that?” he spat but caught himself quickly. “___, I´m trying here. I think you are definitely worth asking more than once and believe me, I don’t usually do that.”

“I´m honoured” you drawled with a sarcastic eyeroll. “But you need to stop asking me, Graves. I´m no longer available.”

You heard him scoffing and saw his boots turning and facing you, halting directly next to your legs sticking out from underneath the vehicle. “You know, you should really stop playing so hard to get,___.” Your blood was boiling in your veins and you felt the unbearable urge to scream. But then you thought you would play a little game with the blond. Hopefully König would get the idea.

You manoeuvred yourself out from under the Jeep and stood up facing Graves´ smug expression. His eyes were narrowed as he crossed his arms leaning forward a little. “No longer available…So what, you´ve got a boy toy now?” From behind him you saw König´s hood appear behind the Jeep. A shiver ran over you when he appeared fully, hunched over looking like he was ready to pounce, his arms just hanging at his sides. His whole posture reminded you less of a human and more of a wild predator that has just locked down its next victim. His head tilted as he stared at Graves´ neck.

“I wouldn’t call him a boy toy if I were you” you said with an ugly smirk. “Or what?” Graves sounded amused. “I´ll rip your throat out with my bare hands” König hissed close behind him. Whipping round with a horrified expression on his face, Graves found himself face to chest with König. Looking up slowly he gulped when he saw the two piercing orbs dark with malice staring down at him, unblinking. He really did look unnerving though you didn’t pay it any mind. The pale face of Philip Graves was just most enjoyable. He composed himself quickly though. Stepping back out of König´s reach he turned to you with an almost disgusted face. “Really,___? That´s what you´re going for?”

You stepped between him and König, your hand balling into a fist. “He´s worth ten of you” you spat. Graves just scoffed and ran his hand over his face. “Fine,” said, his eyes narrowed. “Don´t come crawling to me when he has one of his episodes and rips you apart!” Stunned you could only watch as König stepped around you and a massive hand grabbed Graves by his collar pulling him up on his toes. “One more word, Arschloch, and I´ll snap your puny little neck like a twig!” (Asshole)

“König” you said calmly but firm. “König, let it go. Come on, love. Don´t.” He let Graves go with a growl. The blond coughed and turned immediately, walking out the hangar. You observed König´s back, his posture. He was breathing heavily, his shoulders were tens and his huge arms flexed. You waited another moment until he turned and looked at you. He was rigid, as if he was only waiting for you to turn and run. Instead you took a few steps until you were right in front of him. It was quiet, no soul around. Carefully you reached out your hand and took his shaking one. Immediately his shoulders relaxed and slumped forward.

“Tut mir leid, dass du das sehen musstest, Maus.“ (I´m sorry you had to see that, mouse). You shook your head immediately, gliding your thumb over his knuckles. “Graves is an ass. At least now he´ll stop bothering me” you smiled up at him as he gently squeezed your hand. Still looking shaken up, he pulled you into his embrace and hugged you firmly. You wound your arms around his slim waist that you came to love beyond measure and pressed your face into his chest. He was incredibly warm, his pecks making for a very cosy place to rest your head. His hands rubbed gently all over your back and neck. Standing there for quite a while just breathing each other in, caressing, lightly chuckling. König´s whisper reached your ears after a while. “You….you are not afraid of me, are you?” Quickly you leaned your head back and grabbed his waist with both hands reassuringly. “No, König. No, I´m not afraid of you. You give me absolutely no reason to be.” He nodded but avoided eye contact.

An uncomfortable feeling made its was into your guts. You really didn’t like seeing him like that. “König” you whispered gently and raised your hands to his hood, grabbing it. “May I?” you asked with a small smile. He nodded an took your hands in his, helping you remove his hood. The gentle mess of auburn hair fell into his face and the stubble on his chin and cheeks slowly became longer. You gently raked your hands over his handsome face. Closing his eyes he leaned into your touch with a twitch of his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” you breathed and he huffed disbelievingly. “Natürlich, Maus” (Of course, mouse) “You don’t need to ask me that” Grinning you stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his firmly. A long breath escaped his nose when he kissed you back and cupped your jaw. Quickly the kiss turned into something more. More feeling, more passion. König´s arm wound itself around your waist to stabilise you as he walked you backwards. Your back hit the Jeep gently and without hesitation you knew what he would do. When his brute strength hauled you upwards you wound your legs around his waist immediately. Groaning he planted himself to the ground and placed both hands possessively onto your ribcage.

The feeling of his scourging hands burning through your top made you shiver uncontrollably. His mouth moved over yours with gentle vigour, his tongue poking out to play with yours. A little whine escaped you and you happily buried your fingers in his hair. Both your hearts hammering in your chests the heat between you almost became unbearable. His touch was exactly what you had imagined in your dreams, only better, hotter, firmer. Sliding one hand down your torso he lay it onto your thigh that was wrapped around him, stroking up and down until he let his hand wander onto your ass. When you felt his large palm pressing into it and his fingers flexing into your soft flesh the moan that escaped you was low and dirty. “Mein Schatz,” (My treasure) he panted against your mouth. Moving it over your jaw and down your neck, making you hiccup and roll your hips into him. He hissed and moved his other hand to your bum, completely holding you up by your ass.

“Tell me again, Liebling, are you afraid of me?” You didn’t trust your own tongue at this moment unless it was in his mouth, so you just shook your head. He growled and nipped your throat sharply making you yelp slightly. “No” you whimpered. “Are you mine, süße Maus?” (sweet mouse)

“Yes, yes, yours” you managed. Your brain felt like it had been set ablaze. Firing shockwaves throughout your body, down your spine and right between your legs. König hummed satisfied while licking one broad stripe up your neck promptly kissing you again, rendering you speechless and needy. You could feel the little hairs in his neck becoming slick with sweat. “König” you breathed into his mouth. “König, l-let´s go s-somewhere else. Please.” He detached from you and leaned his forehead onto yours, panting and biting his lip. After a few moments you felt him nod quickly and raising his head.

When you saw his face you whimpered again. His lips were swollen and glistened with saliva. His forehead was damp, his cheeks flaming red only making his freckles stand out all the more. His eyes had almost lost all colour they were blown so wide and still, he looked at you like you were the sun, the stars, the entire universe to him. Shaking his head lightly he carefully set you down onto your feet again. You swayed a little and chuckling he held your waist. You looked up at him dreamily.

“Are you sure, Maus? I-I haven’t even taken you out on a date yet and…I-I can wait you know.” Your heart melted for his ability to kiss you senseless, touch you so possessively and still be the most thoughtful man you´d ever been with. “I´m sure, mein hübscher” (my handsome boy) you said with a giggle, stroking his face as he bashfully avoided your gaze and grinned like a maniac at your compliment. “How ´bout we go to my place and just…see what happens. Nothing has to, I want you to know that.” König looked at you lovingly and nodded his head.

It was almost comical how he seemed to dwarf everything he was sitting on or standing in. Right now he stood in your small living room looking very interested in your overflowing bookshelves. Smiling you looked at him over your kitchen island, pouring two glasses of wine. You walked over just as he pulled out a very old copy of Goethe´s Faust. “Is that how you leaned German?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, holding up the book. “That´s very ambitious, Maus. Goethe wasn’t exactly known for his easy way of using German.” You giggled a bit and handed him his glass. “No, I learned it mostly through YouTube videos and watching dubbed Movies with English subtitles.” He hummed in understanding and put the book back onto the shelf. You sat down on your couch and patted the spot next to you. Eagerly he stepped around your coffee table and plopped down next to you. His massive thighs almost made you drool when he spread them wide to get comfortable.

Again his unique scent invaded your nose and you took a deep breath. Looking down at you he gazed into your eyes, your glasses of wine forgotten on the table in front of you. His arm went over the back of the couch and contently you snuggled closer into his side. Neither of you knew how to proceed exactly but that didn’t really matter. You were both very content at this moment. “You want to watch a movie?” you asked him. He smiled and nodded his head quickly. Thus, you watched a movie and drank one glass after the other. Slightly tipsy you both cackled at the comedy on your TV. Sometimes you had to bury your head into his side, feeling his racing heart against your forehead. His arm was constantly over your shoulders, pulling you closer and closer. At one point your hand landed on his thigh and he took a deep breath but as you looked up at him his eyes were trained on the TV. Ears bright red and grinning slightly.

When the movie ended and you were both still giggling and wiping away tears you turned to him. “Stay here” you said with conviction. “Stay here tonight.” His eyes went wide. “Are you sure? I didn’t bring anything…” You felt your stomach clench. “You don’t want to?” He suddenly looked panicked and took your face in his hands. “No, no, Maus, I do. I really do. It´s just…I don’t want to take advantage or anything. I…I can´t mess this up.” He looked genuinely concerned. “König” you said chuckling a bit. “König, you´re not taking advantage. I asked you to stay. I have a spare toothbrush, we´re both off tomorrow and like I said, nothing has to happen. I just want you close, that´s all.”

“That´s all” he breathed incredulously. “Maus, all I want is to be as close to you.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “Ever since you walked into the bookstore and I saw you for the first time, the first time I heard your sweet voice, the first time I touched your beautiful skin, the first time you allowed me to kiss you….Maus. You have no idea how much you´ve got me wrapped around your finger. I´d do anything for you. To make you happy.” You felt your eyes sting. With every ounce of adoration you had for him you threw yourself into his arms and kissed him like your life depended on it.

He reciprocated in kind, holding you close to him by the small of your back. “I dreamt about you, right after our first meeting” you confessed. He looked surprised but smiled brilliantly. “Really?” You nodded your head vigorously. “Yes. I couldn’t get you out of my head, my love. You´ve invaded everything. My mind, my dreams….my heart.” A heavy breath escaped him quickly at your words. He closed his eyes shut, sucking in his lips. When he looked at you again you saw a distinct wetness in them.

Standing from the couch you reached out your hand in invitation. He grabbed it immediately and followed you into your bedroom.

You stood at the foot of your bed, looking up at him. Again he had that look of utter devotion on his face and you felt your knees go weak. Not thinking much about it you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it over your head. König sucked in a breath through his teeth and groaned low in his throat. “Maus” he breathed, licking his lips. “I-I don’t have much experience, I´m sorry. I was 16 when I joined the military…“ “König, darling, it´s okey” you said when you saw how vulnerable he seemed. “I´m sorry if I overstepped. We can just cuddle and go to sleep. I promise, this´ll not change the way I feel about you.”

He chuckled. “I said I was inexperienced, not that I´m not dying to make you feel good. Or that I don’t know how.” A violent shiver ran down your spine when he stepped closer to you taking hold of your waist. Slowly and feathery light he stroked his palms up and down your ribs, staring at you fascinatedly. His hands were calloused and a little rough but it only enhanced your wish to feel his touch on every inch of your body. You lifted your own hands and explored his torso. It really was impressive. Broad shoulders, big arms. Your palms raked over the expanse of his chest and down his ripped stomach. Everything was hard, except his pecks. They were meaty and lightly squishy. Comfortable.

He gave you a heated gaze and got hold of your hands. Slowly he guided them towards the junction of his shirt and his pants. Grabbing onto it you pulled and he threw it over his head. You swallowed hard. He was even more defined and strong than you thought. You almost didn’t dare touch him. He looked like something carved out of the purest marble, his neck and shoulders scattered lightly with freckles. But there was something different that caught your attention immediately. You could feel your pussy clench around nothing, gushing over the simple little jewellery that adorned his nipples.

“König” you breathed and looked quickly from his face to his nipples and back again. He chuckled a bit standing up straighter. “Not what you expected?” he asked a little smug. You shook your head at him and licked your lips. “I never know what to expect when it comes to you.” You stepped closer to him again lightly touching his soft, pale skin. Gliding your fingers over his various scars. He smiled at you adoringly. “First you tell me you don’t have much experience and then you stand here with fucking nipple piercings. Do you have any idea how hot you are?” You knew you sounded like a horny teenager, salivating over this impressive man.

König scratched his neck bashfully and groaned a little. “Yea, well. I tried to find myself and what defined me for a long time when I was younger. Resulting in a few questionable decisions, I guess. But I regret none of them. It´s just… casual sex…I just can´t figure it out. It´s not for me. I always felt more awful after than before. And it´s not like I don’t have the drive” he chuckled and got hold of your lower back, pulling you close to him. With a gasp and a definite pulsing between your legs you flung your arms around his neck. His lips ghosted over yours when he whispered. “I need connection for sex. I need to know that I´m not just an outlet for any kind of frustration.” He kissed you lightly making you hum in anticipation. Your hands in his neck shaking.

“Can you be that for me, Maus? Can I let go with you?” He sounded vulnerable and hopeful. A shiver ran down your spine when your brain started screaming at you. Tell him, tell him, tell him. Kissing him hard once you looked up at him. His eyes were full of hope and slight concern when he felt you starting to shake in his arms. “Maus?”

“I´m falling for you, König” you rushed out quickly. “I have fallen in love with you…I-I love you.” Still shaking you focused your gaze onto one of his freckles adorning his collar bone, waiting with baited breath weather he would push you away or not. You felt him tense und closed your eyes, ready to break down should he leave.

You could hear him swallow and then his hand was under your chin forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were wet again and your heart squeezed painfully. “It´s such a pain in the ass that after hearing what I have dreamed of for months now, all I think is that I don’t deserve it” his voice sounded choked up. “I don’t want to think like that, Maus. I want to accept your love more than anything. It´s all I want. Because…” With a big sigh he leaned down and whispered right above your ear. “Because I feel the same. I can only sleep knowing you´re safe, I can only eat knowing you´re waiting there as soon as the ramp goes down. I can only fight with everything in me knowing it´ll keep you out of harms way. I can only breath knowing that that little smile of yours is only reserved for me.”

Your nails had dug themselves into his neck while he spoke. “I love you,___.”

Your heart felt like it had liquified itself, pulsing through every cell in your body and not just your chest. Your skin hypersensitive, your eyes wet, your mind racing and calm at the same time. “König?” you whispered. He hummed letting you know you had his attention. “Kiss me. Right now.” There was no hesitation on his side. Pawing at your hips and the hem of your jeans he kissed you so passionately and heavily, you felt your stomach twist deliciously.

Grabbing the back of your thighs he hauled you upwards and onto you bed. Giggling you leaned up on your elbows and looked up at his face. He was grinning slightly, mischievously while playing with the buckle of his belt. You groaned slightly as your eyes zeroed in on his massive bulge. Shit, he was definitely on the bigger side.

“Do you want me to open it?” he asked you. Nodding violently you grinned excitedly as his hand deftly removed his belt, opened the button of his beige cargo pants and lowered the zipper. The pants slid down his strong thighs and he kicked them to the side. “If you get any more attractive I´ll spontaneously combust” you huffed as you shamelessly eyed him up and down. A light dusting of hair covered his thighs, his forearms and a small little trail from his bellybutton down into his boxer briefs. He giggled lightly as he knelt on the bed getting a hold on the hem of your jeans, playing with the button.

“Do your panties match your bra, little one?” You almost laughed out loud at his question. “I´m afraid not today, baby.” He hummed and nosed at your bellybutton, kissing around it, dipping his tongue into it carefully. Your breath caught in your throat and a low whimper left your lips. “Mind if I check?” he asked while still mouthing at your skin. “Please” you said breathlessly. Quickly his long fingers opened the button of your jeans and within a moment they were gone. König knelt above you breathing heavily. His eyes blazing hot raked over your body.

“Himmel hilf mir” (Heaven help me) he huffed and swallowed hard. “Maus, you look even more divine than I imagined so many times.” Leaning down he began nibbling at your throat, slowly lowering his body onto yours. Without hesitation you spread your thighs to accommodate his trim waist and hips. A deep moan rumbled from your chest as you felt his hot, heavy and already impossibly hard cock gently rubbing over your underwear. Locking him in place with your legs he grunted against your collarbone and lightly bit down on it. Licking the little sting immediately he moved his head upwards and plunged his tongue into your mouth. You welcomed him eagerly, raking your nails over his shoulder blades.

Slowly his hand wandered between your body and the mattress, trying to find the clasp of your bra. You arched your back and whispered “In front”. He didn’t hesitate, kissing the swell of your breasts he quickly opened your bra and peeled it off you. Not even waiting for the bra to hit the ground his lips already caught one of your nipples and suckled ever so lightly. “König, fuck…ah!”

Your voice seemed to spur him on. He started rolling his hips into your most sensitive area rhythmically. Stroking his hands all over your body his mouth was very occupied with your nipples. You could feel the wet patch that slowly started to grow in your panties. Whining when he gave a particularly hard suck to an area of your skin you started to meet his pushes between your thighs with your hips. “Fucking hell, Maus. You feel incredible in my arms. So soft. How are you so soft?!” he whined those last words. Raking your fingers through his hair you pushed your head deeper into your pillows, closing your eyes in pure euphoria.

“Schatz, please. Let me touch you more. Can I?” You whined pathetically. “Yes. Anything you want, Liebling. Please touch me.” He growled and moved his hand quickly, desperately between your thighs, covering your pussy with his hand. “Shit” he hissed while licking your neck. “You´re soaked, baby. Going to take me so well, aren´t you?” He began circling your clit through the fabric. Moaning you grabbed his hard biceps next to your head pushing your hips into his hand. He grinned wolfishly. “That´s it. That´s it, baby. Let me hear you. Such a sweet voice, hm?”

“König, please. Please don’t tease me so much, I…I want you so bad. Please, hurry.” You were practically sobbing at this point. His massive frame above you, his hot tongue, purring voice and circling fingers did everything you loved and yet not enough. It was driving you insane that you had this red headed Adonis on top of you, his heart in your hands and it was only scratching the surface.

“Hurry?” he asked a little mockingly. “I don’t think so, Liebling.” His tongue again mapped out your throat, his teeth nipping at your pulse point, pulling whine after whine from you. “You really think you can tell me you love me, that your heart is mine and not expect me to savour every single second of this? I´m sorry, my love. You need to be a little more patient. I´ll fuck you soon enough, don’t worry.”

His filthy yet sweet whispers were everything. Your pussy clamped down on nothing while your hands moved down his broad back towards his ass. “You´re getting wetter by the minute, aren’t you? So receptive, I fucking love it.” A particular sharp suck on your nipple combined with his fingers slipping onto your underwear, had you screaming and hiccupping while he chuckled darkly. Thrashing a little bit to try and get his fingertips to move rougher over your clit he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. Detaching from your chest he moved quickly and grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His eyes were blown wide while he looked down at you. He was breathing heavily, his jaw set tight as he spoke. “You be good now, Liebling. Keep your hands right there or I´ll stop everything. Do you hear me?” Your eyes were watering out of pure desperation but you nodded none the less. “That´s my girl. Listen to me and I´ll let you come.”

Letting go of your wrists he moved his right hand to your pussy again. Gripping the soft material of your panties he pulled at them once and they gave way. Chuckling he peeled the ripped fabric from your body and slowly moved it towards his nose. In a haze of red lust you watched as he gazed at you almost dazed and pressed the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. A literal growl left his chest and he closed his eyes, his jaw suddenly slack. “Finally. Finally I know that you smell just as perfect as I always thought. Mein Schatz, you´re driving me insane.”

“Want you inside me” you whined pathetically. “Want you to make a mess of me. I´m begging you, please…please.” König threw your ruined panties to the side and looked down on you with a new, soft expression on his face. “Well,” he said gently and raked a knuckle over your damp cheek. “Who am I to deny such a sweet request?” Your heart jumped when he quickly stood from the bed to pull down his underwear. Swallowing hard you let your eyes rake over his sculpted body once again. Saliva gathering in your mouth the moment you realised how defined the V shape of his hips was and where it led. “Oh god,” you breathed when you saw his cock bobbing against his stomach. “König…that´s not going to f-fit.”

He licked his lips and crawled back over you kissing you deeply and taking one of your hands still over your head in his. Guiding it towards his chest you felt his heart racing against your palm. “We´ll take it slow, Maus. Just tell me when it´s too much. The last thing I want is hurt you. I love you.” Feeling a lump forming in your throat you wound your other arm around his back and kissed him with all the love you had for him. “Me too, my love. I love you.”

With that he lowered himself again, and again you accommodated him between your thighs. Hooking your feet over his calves you finally felt his hot, velvety cock right where you wanted it. König groaned when the wetness of yours began to cover his length. “Fuck, baby…where are your condoms?” he asked breathlessly. Your sight was hazy and pure lust fogged your mind but still you knew what you wanted. “I-I had my physical three weeks ago, I´m clean and use an IUD. König…if you want-“ “Don’t say it” he whined and rested his head in the crook of your neck. “Don’t tell me I can be inside you without a barrier. I´ll have an accident.” That made you giggle as you stroked his back affectionately.

“Mein perfektes Mädchen,” (my perfect girl) he said in pure awe. “Are you really sure? I´m not mad if you change your mind. I´m also clean but please, I need you to be sure.” You nodded with a loving smile on your face. “I´m sure, König. I just want to feel you. All of you.” A violent shutter wrecked his body as he closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours. He was trying hard to not lose his composure, breathing through his nose but it came out irregular and clipped. Your hands moved to his face and stroked over his cheekbones, the edge of his nose and the gently curve of his lips. He opened his eyes again. Saying that they literally sparkled was not an understatement.

“You ready?” he whispered. Smiling at him you opened your legs a little wider and nodded. He moved slightly and took his cock in his hand. Humming he guided it through your lips, covering it in your slick well. Breathy moans left your lips when the tip slightly bumped your sensitive bundle of nerves. Slowly, tortuously he guided his cock to your entrance and pushed inside. By the time his head was completely inside, your eyes were already wide in wonder, your mouth open but still struggling to suck in air. Pulling back slightly and pushing back inside a little more than before, König worked you open patiently, always paying attention to your features and your reactions. You´ve never felt so full in your life and he wasn’t even all the way inside you. It didn’t hurt but the feelings he pulled out of you were foreign to you.

Little shockwaves wrecked your body every time he dragged his cock in and out of you. You started moving your hips to his gentle thrusts making him groan long and deep. “Perfekt, einfach…argh, perfekt. Fuck, mein Schatz. Wie hab ich dich nur verdient?“ (Perfect, simply perfect. How did I ever deserve you?) You whined and pressed your fingernails deeper into his shoulders making him hiss in pleasure. “You feel incredible, König. So god damn g-good. Please go faster, please. Fuck, ah.” He did as you asked. Moving his hips quicker you couldn’t even tell if he was inside all the way and you didn’t really care. His hands moved, grabbing your waist as he slightly sat back and pulled your hips upward onto his thighs. A scream erupted from your throat at the new angle, your back arched, your hands clawing at his forearms.

“Baby…fuck. You´re taking all of me even at this angle, Jesus. Fuck…hgn, yes! Yes, yes, yes, god. I love you. So good, never…argh…never felt this before.” Your head was swimming while you tried to focus back on König´s face. He was already looking at you. Eyes black, hair sticking to his face, teeth bared he was the purest image of lust and desire. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your hips so hard, you knew you would wear the marks for days to come. “König, fuck, fuck, you´re going to make me come. Ahhh! Shit, don’t stop, don’t…” You legs began to shake around his still pistoling hips while your pussy clamped down on him violently. You knew it wouldn’t take much now and so did he.

“So ist´s gut, meine Schöne, gib´s mir! Komm schon, du kannst das, Liebling. Gott, ich kann´s spüren, du bist gleich da. Come on, come on, baby. I want it!“ (That´s it, my beauty, give it to me! Come on, you can do it, Liebling. God, I can feel it, you´re nearly there.) Overwhelming tears ran down your face as he started to pinch your nipple slightly. That was all it took. With a yelp your body momentarily seized all movement. Your back arching violently, head thrown back your whole body began shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. White, hot pleasure spread from your pussy down your legs and up your torso until your vision went black. Struggling to take in air you heard him talking to you lovingly though you couldn’t make out what exactly he was saying. As your body recovered and the muscles in your back relaxed, the rushing in your ears ebbed away.

“Gute Güte, Maus, are you okey? Baby? Talk to me, yeah?” (Good heavens, mouse) Trying to moisten your dry mouth again you gulped several times before you were able to answer him. “´M fi-fine” you babbled. “Fuck, König…I´ve never…not like this…not this much.” You shook your head from side to side lazily. His cock still pulsing inside of you, you knew he wasn’t done yet. “´M sorry, you didn’t –“ “Don’t you dare, baby. I´m fine. That was incredible in fact.” He chuckled happily. “Never seen something so beautiful.”

You covered your face with your hands and grinned like a maniac. Gently he took your hands and removed them from your face, leaning down and with smiling lips kissed you lovingly and thoroughly.

He gently pulled out of you and lay down next to you, pulling your body into his. “No, wait. König, just give me a couple of minutes. We can still-“ “Shhhh, mein Schatz. It´s okey. Your body needs rest. I told you, I´m fine.” Shaking your head you climbed on top of his body sitting down on his hard abdomen. “There´s no way I´m letting you go like this” you grinned down at him. His eyes shone brightly and juvenile as he gazed up at you, wiggling his eyebrows. Giggling you leaned down and began kissing all over his delicious pecks. His chest heaving he groaned deeply, stroking his palms over your thighs.

Suddenly you had an idea you needed to test. Putting open mouthed, sloppy kisses all over his chest you moved closer to his nipples. You could already feel the jump of his cock at your backside and knew your idea would be fruitful. Poking out your tongue you gently pressed the tip of it to his nipple. With great satisfaction you soaked up the high pitched whine that escaped his mouth and the goosebumps that erupted on his skin. The cold metal of his piercing a stark contrast to the rest of his blazing skin.

Licking his nipple further, slightly biting down on the metal his breathing became more and more laboured. Little whines and grunts flowed around the room like music to your ears. Letting go of his nipple his hand shot to the back of your neck and pulled you up onto his lips desperately. “Baby…I don’t want you to think you have to but….fuck, I´ll beg if you want me to. Please, please put your mouth on me.”

Knowing this beautiful, powerful and frankly overwhelming man was begging you to touch him was the biggest aphrodisiac for you. So without hesitation you slid down his body, your breasts dragging over his skin, pebbling your nipples again. His head fell heavily back onto the pillows while his hands fisted the sheets beside him. Smiling to yourself you kissed the ridges of his stomach, gliding your tongue down, down, further down until you found the course hair at the base of his throbbing cock. The weeping tip momentarily pumping your chin you heard him hiss above you.

Your sheets felt soft and comfortable under you as you situated yourself between his strong legs. Looking down at his impressive dick you licked your lips in anticipation. You were looking forward to all the ways you could make this man a wheeping mess for you.

Starting at his tip you poked your tongue out and swiped it over his slit. His thighs twitched immediately and a low rumble came from his chest. Encouraged you glided your lips over his head, swirling your tongue around it. You could already taste the salty prove of his arousal, lapping it up greedily.

“Scheiße, Liebling. You are better than any dream I could have ever had” (shit) he said breathily. Now you thought was the time to show him just how much you worshipped his body, mind and soul. Opening up your throat you sank down on his cock as far as you could go. He yelped and lifted his torso halfway up from the mattress before flopping down on it again, panting and shivering. Holding him deep in you mouth you swallowed. “Oh god, fuck, fuck” you heard him whisper between quick panting breaths. Again your stomach twisted with arousal.

Moving your mouth up and down, hollowing your cheeks you gently cradled his balls in your hand. His whole body began to shake and finally you could hear him whimper. What you couldn’t handle with your mouth and throat you wrapped your hand around, stroking languidly. Spit was forming at the corners of your mouth, only helping with the fluid motions that drove him absolutely mad. Faintly you could hear him mumbling. Removing you mouth from him, still stroking, you looked up his body. “What´s that, my love?” you asked.

König´s voice came out strained and whiny. “Good…so fucking good….can´t…can´t handle it. Oh, god. Baby, your mouth is…is…Hgn…ah, don’t stop. Please, pleeeease…”

“Aww, Liebling. You enjoy it that much?” He nodded his head, eyes closed and licking his lips. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I do. Please make me come. Make me coooome!” He sounded so desperately out of it, you took pity on him with a grin. Going down on him again you licked his cock up and down, swirling your tongue around the head until you took him in your mouth again. A yelp escaped him and his hand shot to your head, holding your hair in a death grip. He wasn’t guiding you, it was more like he needed some kind of leverage.

Smiling to yourself you remembered a conversation you´ve had with Lucy a few weeks ago and while he was in such a submissive state you decided to try it out. Gathering some of the fluids at the base of his cock you covered your middle finger in it. Slowly and always paying attention to his body language you gently pressed it further down, over his balls and lower between his cheeks.

“Ah! Fuck!!” It was a shout that echoed through your bedroom and now his hand in your hair did more than just hold on. Flattening it on to of your head he pushed you further down his length. Gagging a bit you moaned and he shot up into an almost sitting position. “Shit, what are you…Fuuuuck” he panted, holding himself up with one arm. You moaned again and the vibration of your voice forced him back onto the mattress. Your middle finger was still moving slightly between his cheeks and the next thing he did made your heart skip a beat. You felt like a goddess the moment he spread his legs further apart, giving you more access. While your strokes around his cock became quicker your finger moved closer towards his puckered hole.

König was babbling incoherently above you but the moment you pressed your finger upwards somewhere between his balls and hole, it surprised even yourself how intense his orgasm hit him.

“Holy shiiiiiiiit” he cried out loudly and arched his strong back into you. His cum covering your throat in long spurts. You swallowed greedily, not wasting a single drop. He was shaking and his voice broke with almost every muttered word. “My god…perfekt für mich…nie…so gut.___, du bist…bist mein Untergang.“ (…perfect for me…never…so good.___, you are…you are my downfall.)

You held his cock in your mouth until he calmed down and every drop of his cum was dribbling down your throat. He was still shaking by the time you let go of him and crawled up his body, again stopping at his nipples, kissing them affectionately. “Baby” he whined. “Baby, no more. Please, ´s too much.” You nodded as you kissed his face laying down beside him. After several minutes of him catching his breath and you lovingly drawing patterns on his chest he finally looked at you.

“I did so much damage in my entire life” he whispered. “But you loving me” you wiped away the lonely tear that was rolling down his nose. “You loving me makes it all worth it.”

“König” you breathed, your own eyes stinging with affection. “König, I love you. So much.” Smiling he embraced you, pulling you to his chest and resting his head on top of yours. Humming a foreign melody he slowly lulled you to sleep.

4 months later

“König, where are we going?” you giggled as he guided you along a sidewalk, your eyes covered with a scarf. He chuckled. “Just wait, Liebling, and let yourself be surprised for once.” Rolling your eyes affectionately behind your cover, you grinned and let yourself be led.

A door opened and his gentle hand guided you into a store. You took a deep breath and instantly smiled, recognising the smell.

You felt König´s hand on the small of your back and walked in the direction he guided you. When he stopped you, your heart thumped in your chest. He removed the scarf and what you saw made your heart sing and your eyes water. You stood in the same dusty room filled with books and heavy furniture in which you met König for the first time. Garlands of your favourite flowers decorated the ceiling and in the middle of the room, in front of the three big windows stood a table, decorated beautifully. König stepped in front of you holding both your hand in his.

“Hi” he mumbled. “Hi” you whispered back, grinning. He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes. “Exactly two years ago you stumbled into this room, looking for the newest book of your favourite author. I only saw you from the corner of my eye but…” he choked on his words a little bit. You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You were the most beautiful woman I´d ever seen. I still can´t believe I tried to shoot my shot.” You laughed and stepped closer to him. “I´m glad you did” you said.

“Well, when you say it like that, it makes this much easier.” He wore the same outfit he did that day. Jeans, a black fitted T-shirt and the worn leather jacket. His hair in a low bun he smiled when he got down on one knee in front of you, producing a small jewellery box from his pocket.

“___, my love. Would you please make me the happiest-“ “YES!” you squeaked immediately. He raised an eyebrow in amusement and shook his head. “Sorry” you breathed and choked down a watery laugh. “___, would you do me the honour of being my wife?” Nodding immediately you reached out your hand and let König put the delicate silver ring onto your finger. Standing and lifting you into his arms you both laughed excitedly. From the corner of your eye you saw how the room filled with all the people you loved. Lucy and Soap jumped up and down, squealing and grabbing each other while Price and Gaz smiled at the two of you. Even Ghost came over eventually and gave you a hearty hug.

After your friends left, König and you had a romantic dinner there at your bookstore, talking animatedly about how you wanted your wedding to look like.

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jay-justjay · 5 months ago

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Hey uh, I made a fanfic

So guess what! AO3 is down... so I just decided to post the damn prologue here for now. It'll be changed to an AO3 link at some point.

uhhhh TW: Nightmare being horrible, mentions of physical abuse. Mention of assassination attempts, mafia stuff. I don't really know how to tag trigger warnings...

Au Details: Basically the world in its entirety is underground due to non-stop, heavy rain on the surface. The world below has become various caves full of neon cities, where glow-in-the-dark clothing is a way of life.

Title: Blasters and Bastards

Enjoy! Im not that great of a writer so don't expect much :p

“You’ve failed me once again Killer.” Nightmare growled under his breath, a glowing eye narrowing through the darkness. “Care to explain your error?”

Killer was kneeling in front of his boss, the cyan details of his clothing illuminating his figure through the unlit office. Killer had a moment of silence before speaking, his head raising to face Nightmare. “We got caught before the target was properly dead. They managed to call for the police just in time, leading to Murder’s arrest.” Killer pauses, recounting events in his head. “We were careless on entry. Apologies, sir.”

A tendril would slither through the shadows, nearing Killer enough for the glossy goop to reflect off the cyan light. “‘Sorry’ Isn’t good enough, Killer. This isn’t your first failure after all. To think this is how you repay me after I saved you all those years ago…” Nightmare cooed, his chair squeaking under his dramatized movements. “Times are tough these days, I’m sure you’re aware… Was a single assassination too much to ask? Need I abandon you like your little ‘friends’ did?”

Killer’s eye twitched, the normally unchanging grin widening unnaturally. “No need sir. I.. promise this’ll be the last time.” His voice was quick, a tang of worry mixed into it. He fought the temptation to stand in his own defense… but he knew that’d be idiotic. To Nightmare, that’d be a great disrespect, for who is a dog to stand in the face of his master?

“Such is what you’ve said the past few times you disgraced me. My patience is running thin with you, Killer. My ‘Brother’ is plotting something and every second wasted is a second HE gains.” Nightmare arose from his chair, starting to walk over to Killer. The tendrils sprouting from his back continued to snake around Killer, up his body and towards his chest. There, a target soul would glow, the slightest touch causing a knee-jerk reaction in Killer. “Perhaps you’d rather do without the solution I’ve so graciously given you for your emotions?”

“I… One more chance. Just, one more chance, that’s all I want.” Killer requested, “Whatever ya need me ta do.” Killer silently hoped that Nightmare would grace him with enough generosity for one more chance. He’s been able to get out mostly unscathed time and time again… maybe a gash or two on his back, but with his abilities that never mattered in the end. The question is, will he be so lucky this time around…?

“Very well” Nightmare responds, continuing to pace around Killer like a bird of prey stalking a helpless little rabbit. “You can start by righting your wrongs. Find the prison where Murder is being kept, and free him. Hopefully you can do something right for once.”

“Consider it done, sir.”

“Good, you may rise.”

Killer stood, thankful to be out of the lower tendril’s reach. Nightmare would retreat back to his chair, sitting down and turning it to face Killer once more. “Go, don’t waste a second more tarnishing me with your presence.” Nightmare commanded, Killer promptly leaving the office.

Two figures would be standing outside the door. Both roughly of equal height, though one was a smidge taller. The taller one had a gaping, sharp hole in his skull. While the more average-sized one was dressed similarly to the average mafia anime character, well, aside from the monochrome, that is.

“How’d it go?” The anime one, also known as Cross, asked. Two well-kept swords were holstered at his waist, he was a fan of more old-fashioned combat.

“We’re breaking Murder outta jail.” Killer informs, his tone was blunt, emotionless as his soul worked to numb the feeling of fear from earlier. He avoided eye contact with the other two.

“Isss… that it? Nothing else? Is Boss mad or anything-” Cross questioned, before Horror, the one with the hole, placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Shut up.” Stated Horror, he meant no real offense by this… it’s just how he talks. Thankfully, Cross listened. Horror was usually there to help Cross know when to stop talking.

Even then, Cross always found Killer hard to read, even through years of experience with the guy, he struggled to pick up on the smaller details in Killer’s behavior.

Killer didn’t respond to Cross’ statement, his eye twitching again. He didn’t like when people pried past what they needed to know. “We’re prolly sleepin’ in a hotel er somethin’ tonight. Just so we don’t haveta rendezvous and hence, waste time. I’ll start lookin’ for where Murd’s bein’ kept. You two? I wantcha awake fer planning, then yer free fer whatever. Capiche?”

Horror and Cross nod in agreement, Killer was the leader of their unit, and for good reason. Any plans Killer made were at least… more likely than the other two’s attempts to yield good results. Of course, there were still failures, Killer is still in rough waters after all.

To say their teamwork was lackluster would be an understatement… a good plan can’t be carried out if your group can’t work as a unit. However, they’d have to figure it out. This was Nightmare’s last straw, who knows what could happen if they fucked this up.

They certainly didn’t want to find out.

#undertaleau #killer sans #something new #horror sans #horrortale #utmv fanfic #nightmare sans #dreamtale #cross sans #xtale #Blasters and Bastards Au #how tf do I tag this

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awkwardgtace · 7 months ago

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Not So Calm Return

Hi hi, here with my second prompt from @gtgotcha4gaza

This time we had one for @jack-o-rabbit Hopefully got the tag right this was the name I was given! Hope you enjoy it!

Rare occasion I include the ao3 link too

Roland returns to his home in shambles. As he assess the damages, a not quite intruder calls out to make him stop.

Not So Calm Return

Roland had been looking forward to his return home. Time to relax after a rather long trip through a dungeon. He hadn’t expected to find the front door of his home open. He was no fool. Prepared himself for whatever might await. He entered, with a hand wrapped tightly on his sword.

The home he’d painstakingly turned into a place of comfort was a wreck. Trophies he’d taken from monsters littered the floor. Roland used his foot to move things out of his way. It wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to fix it. That wasn’t what he cared about. There had to be a sign of who did this. That could come once he confirmed his home was safe.

Roland had treasures he’d accumulated from his travels. Ones that held actual value compared to the trophies he preferred to display. He unsheathed his sword. The weapon was a better tool to check for dangers in his belongings. Step after step he neared the room deepest in his modest home.

Once in front of it, Roland changed the hold on his sword. Poised himself to swing out at any unforeseen danger. He’d lived through more than enough traps in dungeons to be wary. One hand hovered near the door. A slight pause, just to hear if anyone had stayed behind. Satisfied the room was empty, Roland placed his hand against the wood.

“Don’t go in there!” a voice screamed. Too quiet to be nearby, yet it sounded from his floor. Roland looked towards it, shocked to see a small person no bigger than his fingers. He pulled his hand off the wood of the door, and narrowed his eyes. “You sh-shouldn’t go in there.”

Roland sheathed his sword. Turned to truly face the tiny person. His tiny intruder stumbled back, but Roland wasn’t about to let that dissuade him. He quickly crouched, the intruder fell off his feet.

“Why shouldn’t I enter a room in my own home?” Roland asked. There was annoyance clear in his voice. If tiny intruders were after something he didn’t quite care, but sending out someone he could easily hurt to distract him was different.

“I-I,” the intruder scrambled away.

Roland didn’t have the patience for this. He reached down. It was almost scary how easy he could block the little person in with one hand. It was more obvious how big his fingers were next to the person. He’d never seen someone so human looking this size before. Fairies had their wings and sometimes bug features.

The little person pushed against his fingers. Roland wasn’t going to leave someone like this where he could hurt him. Even if the intruder was part of whoever destroyed his home. Roland pulled his hand with the intruder up off the ground and close to his face. Slowly he uncurled his fingers to be sort of face to face with the intruder.

“Why shouldn’t I move freely in my own home?” Roland growled.

The little person’s face contorted immediately. Tears poured down. Roland squinted to see the features of the small one better. A heavy sigh left him. This wasn’t who he expected to see. No, it wasn��t an adult, plotting against him. Roland held a child in his palm, his best guess the lad was barely a teen.

Roland ran his free hand down his face. Curled his fingers over the young boy and stood up. It seemed the best idea would be to leave the mess. He walked straight to the door of his home. A pause to grab a chair for the lad to have outside. There was a strangled sob from his fist.

“Be calm lad,” Roland said.

The squirming in his hand grew. The leather of his glove made it easy to ignore. He walked right out of his home and around the side. Lucky for them both Roland had chosen to stay on the outskirts. Near a window Roland set down the chair. That way he could watch for any intruders his size escaping while talking to the lad shaking in his hand.

With a soft grunt, Roland himself sat on the ground. Brought his hand up to rest on the chair. The back of his hand flat on the wood. He opened his fist so the small boy had some freedom. It was upsetting when the boy stayed curled up in a ball rather than at least sitting up.

“Alright lad,” Roland sighed. “Why don’t you tell me why you stopped me?”

The small boy sat up slowly. Now he could see his fingers towered over him. The way the patchwork cloth hung loosely off the small frame didn’t sit well in his chest. The boy didn’t look healthy. Too pale, too thin, too everything wrong. He huffed, but the boy reacted in fear.

The boy scrambled off his hand. Onto the wood of the chair. Roland pulled his hands back. Sat there for a bit just thinking. Settled that his leather gloves were more a detriment than an aid in this kind of discussion. He used his teeth to pull the gloves loose before ripping them off completely.

“Lad, if you won’t talk I’m going to have to go in and investigate on my own,” Roland said. He placed one of his newly ungloved hands next to the shaking and scared form.

“N-no you can’t!” the boy screamed.

“Why can’t I? Are the ones who brought you here still in there?”

“No one brought me here.”

“If no one brought you here, how did you get on the floor at my feet, lad?”

Roland flexed his fingers. The boy curled in on himself. They couldn’t sit outside like this forever. Too many possibilities of what could be waiting inside. Some magics were known to get stronger as time went on. Others would fade, lose their strength. He had to know which one in order to act on it.

“I’m sorry,” the boy cried. “I-I’ve been living here… in the walls. I-I’m not supposed to be seen.”

“Hmm,” Roland hummed. It would explain why the boy looked weak. They’d need to discuss the boy’s living arrangements. “Just you alone here?”

The boy nodded. Roland let out a heavy sigh, the way it blew the boy’s clothes bothered him. It couldn’t be comfortable. Roland squinted and leaned forward. Curious about what else he could make out.

“Ok lad, why don’t you tell me your name,” Roland suggested. The boy sat up, looked up with tears on his face. His hair could use a trim.

“G-Grave, I’m Grave,” he said. Roland nodded. Leaned closer, took stock of the nervous movements of the small boy. Grave scrambled towards Roland’s fingers only to jump forward once touching them.

“Interesting name, there a reason?”

“I was born near one of a human…”

“I see.” Roland sat back. Pulled his hand away and crossed his arms. The reason for Grave to bring himself to the open could be growing stronger. “Grave, I think it’s taken long enough. Why don’t you tell me what made you stop me?”

“I… I heard the men talking.” Grave stood up on the chair, turned away. Roland couldn’t imagine someone without wings living comfortably at this size. Let alone in his own walls when he was rarely home.

“What men?”

“The ones who made all the mess. They said they were gonna make you a statue.”

“How did they plan to do that?” Roland leaned forward. Grave turned to face him just as he did. It only made the poor lad fall off his feet.

“Th-they put something in the room! A-a monster.”

“A basilisk maybe…”

Roland sat back again. Rubbed his chin with a single hand. Grave continued to shake. Either way the creature had to be taken care of. Luckily it wasn’t the first time he’d faced a basilisk. Roland climbed to his feet. Grave curled up again. Another sigh before Roland gently pinched the young boy between two fingers. The boy squirmed, but Roland kept his hand moving steadily up until he could place the boy on his shoulder.

“Don’t want to leave you out here while I take care of the problem,” Roland said. Miniscule fingers dug into his skin. Shockingly easy to feel. “Hold on tight while I take care of this.”

Roland abandoned the chair for now. He walked back into his home, straight to his bedroom. A full length mirror, the perfect source to reflect the petrifying gaze of the basilisk,sat there waiting. He grabbed it in one hand, just light enough he could carry it with ease.

It was disconcerting how Grave shook on his skin. It distracted him, made him want to set the lad down somewhere. Unfortunately, this was the safest spot for him. Outdoors Roland could imagine a number of threats. Inside it was only the basilisk. On his shoulder that threat was nonexistent.

Roland his sword, sheathe and all, from his waist. Then walked back to the door Grave stopped him at. It should open with enough force from the blunt sheathe. He placed the mirror down in front of him. Positioned himself behind it completely, especially the shoulder with Grave. Then prepared his sword.

“Lad, hold tight. I’ll force open the door. The mirror will keep us both safe,” Roland said.

“Y-yes sir,” Grave mumbled.

A deep breath to steel himself. Then he stabbed at the door. Just as expected it swung open. The screech of a creature rang out as a light burst through the open space. Roland brought up his hand to cover Grave, an attempt to ensure the boy wouldn’t be hurt by mistake. The screech became pained as the blast of petrification turned against the creature.

“Be calm, Grave,” Roland said. The way the tiny lad shook made him worried. “The monster will be stone itself soon.”

The screeches carried on for a few more moments. The light from the room died out bit by bit. Silence hung over them for an eon before Roland chanced looking around the mirror. Grave carefully kept out of sight, his hand moved so in the event he petrified the boy wouldn’t be trapped. As expected, that worry wasn’t necessary. The basilisk had turned itself to stone. Along with a number of men Roland had never seen.

“Grave,” he started, “those wouldn’t happen to be the men you saw?”

Roland leaned the mirror against the wall so Grave could have a clear view.

“Y-yes they are sir,” Grave said, an edge of fear in his voice. “A-are they… dead?”

“Aye lad they likely are. Some stories have claimed the basilisk leaves you alive in there, but it’s best to assume they’re gone.” Roland reached up to his shoulder, wrapped a few fingers around Grave. The boy didn’t struggle as much this time. It was a relief as Roland held his palm up in front of his face. “Now what do I do with you?”

“I-I’ll leave sir! I’m sorry please don’t-” Roland stopped the boy’s ramblings with a harsh look.

“I believe I owe you my life, Grave. That’s nothing I’d leave unrewarded. I’d say first it’s a good meal. Then a good bed. Set you up where you aren’t hiding away looking for scraps.”

“...Sir?”

Roland brought his other hand close to Grave. Held out a single finger to the lad. Waited until tiny hands gripped one of his own, happy the boy understood.

“No more of that sir. I’m Roland. You’ll be safe with me lad. Don’t worry.”

#gt #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t writing #gt writing #gianttiny #gt community #g/t community

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booasaur · 2 years ago

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Pinned post - F/F Fic Recs

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I've see you saying that you're reading a lot of fic lately and I was wondering if you could rec some? I so trust your taste and I think we have so many fandons in common...

Hiya! So first, what I was reading over the summer were some new fandoms that I'm still mulling over. Those ships and fics, I'm not ready to recommend anything for, I'll come back to them later.

As you know, I find it hard to pick out faves and recommend things but coincidentally, some time back, when I hadn't read fics for years, I decided to see which I could easily remember. It’s not close to being an exhaustive list, I just noted down whatever came to me over a few hours, and almost all are pretty old, often from my first go-around in each fandom, but it’s a fair number. I've read other great ones that might not be as easily remembered for any number of reasons, like if I was in a particular frame of mind or if I read too many good ones at once so none really stood out, if I read them in between other things going on in life, etc. These ones slotted into the ole memory bank but that doesn't say anything about those left off.

I'm not sure how many of these are fandoms you're into, but when I'm in a real fic-reading mood I'll often try fandoms I don't know, so hopefully you can still give some of them a shot. I tried to organize by fandom though they're mostly in the order I remembered them, so it's not alphabetical or fave first--though it did end up being pretty chronologically backwards. I was literally going back through the years and I don't think I've read some of the anime ones in like, more than a decade? And while for my own list, I often was like oh, all of that author's fics for this ship and would know what I meant, here I tried to narrow it down to one fic per author, since it can be hard to know where to start, but definitely give their other fics a try if you liked that one.

Added a cut for length. All stories are f/f and complete unless specified. As I go through some of these, let me come back here to add that it’s worth keeping in mind as you read these that they are products of their time, some more than a decade ago.

Gilmore Girls - Paris/Rory

The Best Of It - by dollsome - 74k words » Canon, fake dating, set after the original series (so ignoring A Year in the Life). To win a point on a talk show, Paris announces she's dating Rory. It's incredibly in voice and matches the show vibe so it's just so funny and sweet and just a plain delight. It's what actually made me create this list, I was idly wondering what else I'd read that brought me this much joy.

Boston Marriage - by Jae - 5k words » Canon, college years, Paris has a proposal. The first fic for this ship I read, I think? Where I was like, oh, so it’s possible to be that in voice and replicate everything about a show even as distinct as this one. One of the ship’s classics (and being from 2005, just a f/f classic overall?).

The Unbearable Weirdness of Being - by klynkey - 3k words » Canon, assumed high school years, Rory and Paris get into a debate. After having read the one above, I found this soon after and was like, okay, is everyone able to easily replicate that Gilmore Girls patter? (No.) Another ship classic.

Agents of Shield - Bobbi/Jemma

To Keep My Wolves From Your Door - by pirateygoodness - 41k words » Werewolf AU, so elaborate and for a ship so relatively rare, I’m not sure how this exists but I’m glad it does. It’s got some plot, a sweet romance, smut with feelings, just a rewarding read every time I go back to it, which is pretty often. Given my main audience, I’ll mention there are some flashbacks to Bobbi and her ex husband but that didn’t affect my enjoyment at all.

Soulmate AUs (just chapter 2) - by alittleunstable - 3k words » Canon, cute little soulmate AU, which I’m always a sucker for.

Star Trek Voyager - Janeway/Seven of Nine

Where the Dream Takes You - by nejvit - 27k words » Canon, one of the tamer getting together Trek setups, more introspective rather than caused by some alien tomfoolery, but I really like how it handles the very commonly featured J/7 conflict of Janeway dating someone in her crew. It is a bit dense but I found the character and dynamic exploration so insightful and interesting. When I first read J/7 fics years ago (in the late ‘00s), this author’s fics didn’t particularly stand out but when I came back to the fandom more recently, they were among my very favorite.

The Rod and the Staff - by Trek in Tandem - 13k words » Canon, deals with the aftermath of an existing ep where Janeway went on a mission and ran into trouble. The religious stuff comes across as more the writer playing with the episode’s actual religious references than anything heavy-handed so I found it easily ignorable. Really great, clean prose, one of the writers who always stuck out to me for that.

Not Just Strip Poker - by Pink Rabbit Productions - 15k words » Canon, a funny, lighter piece that definitely starts out as full comedy, after a misunderstanding, but there’s some deceptively interesting discussion later on in this one too.

Stargate SG-1 - Janet/Sam

Bits and Pieces series - by Pink Rabbit Productions - 278k words, WIP » Canon, this series integrates Sam/Janet into the first season of the show and I don't think it was ever finished, and the last one especially was left on a cliffhanger, but the rest of the “episodes” are worth the read. Also, when I put this down for my own list, I just said "Pink Rabbit's Sam/Janet stuff", because I remember going through all of them at some point, the stuff outside this series was fun too, and if this full incomplete series is too daunting, definitely some of the one-shots might be more fun.

The Devil Wears Prada - Andy/Miranda

Truth and Measure - by Telanu - 272k words » Canon, diverges from the end of the movie as Andy decides to stay with Miranda. What even is there to say about this one? A true f/f classic, has been in the top three of my general f/f recs for more than a decade and still holds up. Just a perfect continuation of the movie, same world, same characters, continuing growth and development of characters and dynamics, a true believable slow burn romance. And the author’s published it without taking down the fic. :)

Facts of Life - Jo/Blair

Ribbon - by Della Street - 15k words » Canon, diverging in the college years. This is the first of her fics I read for this pair and I fell in love with her writing. Back in an era when a lot of authors started off with lots of exposition and setting up the scenario, I was so impressed by how quickly and easily she did her worldbuilding and character development, and how in-voice and and close to the show everyone was. Definitely recommend going through the rest of her Jo/Blair fics.

Birds of Prey (2002) - Barbara/Helena

And Another Thing - by fembuck - 12k words » Canon, a straightforward getting together fic, things come to a head after Helena starts pulling away. After seeing which of the fics I remember best and like most here, I think I really just favor a great execution of a simple premise. And because this is fembuck, whose fic was a load bearing pillar of f/f fandom, there’s a nice balance of humor and angst with the romance.

An Empirical Question - by harper_m - 30k words » Canon, an accidental fake dating situation spins out into something much more. In a funny coincidence, the same things I said about fembuck apply to harper_m, such a significant contributor to f/f fic over the years (see also this older archive account). This fic is again mostly a well done exploration of the characters and their dynamic if suddenly an explicitly romantic layer was added to canon.

Skins - Effy/Katie

An Imperfection in an Otherwise Perfect Plan - by harper_m - 21k words » WW1 AU, they’re nurses in the army. As with the Mockingnerd werewolf AU above, I’m surprised that for such a rare ship, there’s such a specific (and good) AU, but definitely not complaining. It feels that much nicer to find a true gem in such a tiny collection.

fate is overgrown - by thememoriesfire - 53k words » Post-series, years later, Katie’s in a rut and stumbles into Effy again. I do find it funny that I have no Glee rec from TMF and instead went for the Skins fic that isn’t even transatlanticism but I really love this one, to the point where there were a couple of months where I just reread it constantly, even downloading my own version to fix formatting and typos. It’s almost slice of life, as Katie and Effy find themselves surprisingly healing together, after their fraught history.

The Sarah Connor Chronicles - Sarah/Cameron

Resistance - by Anklebones - 120k words, WIP » Canon, diverges from season 2 as Cameron continues to glitch. Like a lot of the good Sarah/Cameron fics, this is a great dissection of AI and sentience and what it means to be human and have free will. I mean, within a great story, not just characters debating. It’s not finished but I really like what’s been written so far. The author also has a three-part complete fic where Sarah and Cameron are already in a messy thing and then have to confront some things when there’s an attack at school: Just Another day in Paradise… 1 2 3 (19k words).

No Rest for the Wicked - by InspectorBoxer - 172k words, WIP » Firefly AU, River Tam takes the place of Cameron while Sarah’s a new character to the universe. This is such a fun blend of the two universes and the romance is such a good slow build. As with most of the WIPs I’m linking, there’s enough to really enjoy even if not complete yet.

Once Upon a Time - Emma/Regina

The Secret's in the Telling - by pyrophoric - 250k words » Canon, set pretty early on but where Emma and Regina are at least nominally getting along. Things are set into motion when a mysterious thief shows up and keeps bullying Emma. This is one of my favorite iterations of their dynamic, with long-suffering secretly fond Regina and hapless too-earnest Emma.

You do not have to walk on your knees - by dollsome - 10k words » Canon, mid-season 2, Regina and Emma learning to get along. As is dollsome’s specialty, a lot of character work and humor. Also would recommend Teenage ... Dream? (12k words), where Regina gets like...kind of emotionally aged down? You’ll see. The premise sounds cracky but again, the character exploration and humor and sweetness. :)

Once Upon a Time - Aurora/Mulan

a story, a tale - by maleficently - 27k words » AU where it’s Maleficent who casts the original curse on Aurora and her true love, not Regina on Snow and Charming. This is so fun because you can see all the similarities and differences in how the story unfolds compared to the show, including flashbacks to the fairy tale world before the curse is cast.

Object Permanence - by badlance - 18k words » Canon, after Aurora and Phillip have made it to Storybrooke. Aurora’s still furious at Mulan for leaving them to go off with Robin Hood, but suddenly something happens to Mulan and Aurora can’t stop thinking about her. It starts off an interesting look at Aurora and how someone acclimatizes to the real world after Fairy Tale Land so like, therapy, jobs, but it’s quite romantic and sweet in the end. Also Could Have Been A Year (5k words) and its sequel Bear It Out Even to the Edge (17k words), where Mulan learns the price of staying away from Aurora and gives up everything to make sure Aurora’s okay.

Wicked - Elphie/Glinda

Gelphie Trilogy: 1. Easier Said Than Done 2. Inevitabilities & Eventualities 3. Possibilities and Certainties - by mecelphie - 3.8m words » Rape trigger warning for the very first chapter: Elphie suffers a violent attack and much of the first story is her healing from that, though the other two stories also occasionally bring up the lingering effects on Elphie. Back when I read it, the first story had some typos, missing punctuation and the like, that might also make it hard for some to get into it, but the world really unfolds into something incredibly rich and rewarding. Note that full series word count, it IS that detailed and extensive a story, almost slice of life, except for the precipitating event and things like homophobia and when Elphie's background is tackled. I haven't actually finished it yet, I pause every once in a while till I have a large chunk of chapters and then reread from the start and get sucked in anew each time.

The Thrill, Basis Determined - by Ridiculous Mavis - 24k words » Bookverse, just delightful, beautifully written fluff. Everything this writer writes is beautiful. The further down I go on this list the less restraint I feel in linking multiple stories by the same author, so of her other Gelphie fics, I'll also specifically rec The Way Out of Myself (22k words), bookverse bodyswap with Avaric and Elphie where they both learn something about the other and Invitations Under False Pretences (27k words, WIP), bookverse fake dating, it's not marked as complete but it doesn't leave you hanging, if you know what I mean.

The Week of Ill Repute - by Chudley Cannon - 37k words, WIP » Bookverse again, which, I don't prefer them over musicalverse, it's just worked out that I've remembered (liked?) these fics best. This one I remember from my very first Gelphie fic-reading tour and thinking, wow, this is so good. It never updated after that and I believe it actually does leave you hanging, but I mean, you specifically remember a fic more than 10 years later, it's gotta be on the list, right?

The Bletchley Circle - Millie/Susan

In the Blackout - by RidiculousMavis - 11k words » Canon, set during the Bletchley years, Susan’s just arrived and meets Millie, her flighty and irreverent roommate. A wonderful look at how they start to get along after their personalities and keen minds first clash.

Clerical Work - by Kivrin - 3k words » Canon, also set during Bletchley, Susan tries to figure out her feelings the way she would a code and then things fall into place in a surprising way. Relatively short but I loved the sharp little characterizations of the main four, including Jean.

Legend of the Seeker - Cara/Kahlan

All the Days - by tcbg77 - 67k words » Post-series, some years after, everything seems to be going well until Richard and Kahlan’s child is kidnapped. Cara, now Richard’s general, sets off with Kahlan to rescue the child. I love the pacing of this one, the length allowing for a full quest and a slow burn, and combined with the well-written action makes it seem like a fantasy story with romance on its own. I basically treat it as exactly that and reread every few years.

Within My Heart There Is Another Heart - by badlance and pirateygoodness - 26k words » Post-series as well, magic pregnancy. This is pretty in a way that makes my heart ache. i was surprised to see it was 26k words, since it feels so much longer and shorter than that at the same time.

The 100 - Clarke/Lexa

Within Me An Invincible Summer - by badlance - 62k words » Canon post-s2, Clarke gets over her anger at Lexa. One of the many great fics written during the hiatus, I’d put off reading it when I first got into the ship, during the start of s3, wanting to focus on what was canon at the time. And then of course 307 happened and I moved even farther away from canon, but this fic, its two-line summary, it showed up again and again in rec lists and bookmarks and was so haunting at the time, you know, seasons and people not changing, but finally I caved, and it was as wonderful as it had promised to be.

Love on the Ground - by hedaswolf - 19k words » Also canon post-s2, taking the s3 knife scene from the trailer and again spinning it into eventual forgiveness. There’s a bit in it that is one of my favorite moments in fic ever.

they take their shots but we're bulletproof - by nightshifted - 10k words » Again, canon post-s2, it’s like a whole genre of amazing fics just within one fandom, all the more precious for how that all turned out in canon. Like Within Me An Invincible Summer above, I couldn’t bear to read it for a long time but I knew it was one of the classics, I’d seen it pass by my dash very early on because of our shared Glee past. And yeah, it was very good, like all these post-s2 fics, allowed to be a little rougher and harsher because they didn’t yet know how much comforting the ship and fandom would need.

More Women than Warriors - by steklir - 172k words » Boarding school AU, new American student Clarke arrives at a British boarding school where Lexa’s the Head Girl. I don’t know what was going through the author’s mind when they were writing this but given the timing and content, it felt like an extremely low stakes and ultimately fluffy take on these two kids. There’s a lot of the show’s language and customs worked into this school, so that only adds to the impression, but in the end I’ll remember this for being a rewarding sloooowwww burn and really flowery, pretty writing.

Stud: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, Pride - by coeurdastronaute - 61k words » Modern AU, Clarke’s a teacher and Lexa’s a CEO. Really plays into the effortlessly cool Stud!Lexa thing that was going around at the time, but tbh, she was confident but nice, so I liked it. coeurdastronaute tends to write most chapters as self-contained, so it’s more like a string of connected stories than one long narrative. They’re super prolific and have a lot of stories I liked, I picked Stud as the one I remembered first, and then grabbed a few of the other more memorable ones, all modern AUs: Strip: 1, 2, 3 (10k words) - Lexa gets a lapdance HSAU (37k words) - College AU, I’m kidding, high school AU Heart: 1, 2, 3, Thanksgiving (30k words) - Lexa’s a heart transplant patient at the hospital where Clarke works

Aftermath - by MaraudingTurkey - 8k words » Canon, diverging from the middle of s2, Clarke accidentally courting Lexa. It’s super charming and cute (and because of how early it was written, avoids a lot of the angst to come).

Prompts Collection: Clexa - by nutalexfanfic - 114k words (as of 2022-12-30) » Lots of various short stories with all kinds of premises, canon and AUs. The author has several popular longer stories going as well, but they’re at various levels of completion and I actually remember really liking of the one-shots here. If interested in the longer ones, the firefighter AU Polis 433 (131k words, WIP) is quite popular, and I think the first one I read was the Olympic AU Individual Medley (95k words, WIP).

Abby Doesn't Ask - by onlyasdark - 3k words » Canon, some vague point past 307 where Lexa doesn’t die, short vignettes in Abby’s POV. A great example of an external perspective on a ship, because you get deliberately limited glimpses, and in this case especially colored by Abby’s not exactly positive feelings about Lexa, but despite all that, the relationship shines through.

The Library - by ethiobird - 55k words » College AU, they work at a bar (called The Library). I think what drew me to this one is that the Lexa characterization is more stoic than you often see in modern AUs, especially high school or college. I’ve ended up liking a lot of different takes on her but as much as it’s obviously nigh impossible to recreate the circumstances that created canon Lexa, I do have a particular fondness for that version so I like any fic that approaches it.

although i'm not making plans (i hope you understand there's a reason why) - by brokendevil - 6k words » Modern AU, friends with benefits but secretly in love. The kind of second person fic that really lets you wallow in the angst before the rewarding payoff. The author has several other popular works, especially a year of sundays (98k words), a small town AU, but this one just stuck in my mind.

To the Victor Go the Spoils - by exfactor - 11k words » College AU, Clarke and Lexa’s sororities are locked in a fierce competition. The author has some other very popular (and angstier) works but this one’s cute and fun as hell.

the business of caring - by coldmackerel - 72k words » College AU, pretty much a workplace comedy set at campus police. Someone’s painting graffiti masterpieces all over the place and as the head of campus police it’s Lexa’s job (she thinks) to catch the culprit. This author is so good at humor, and also can be really poignant at times, like in it's called contraband for a reason (54k words), a jumbled up timeline of the two in prison. I’m told the canon amnesia fic is quite good but I’ve not yet felt emotionally up to it.

The 300 - by Bucklethorpe - 66k words » Modern AU, Clarke accidentally burns down 300 of Lexa’s trees. This starts off as a bit of a joking take on canon, and is laugh out loud funny the whole way through, but also quite sweet. Definitely a frequent reread.

sworn under an oath - by faithtastic - 14k words » Canon, diverges from 307, smut with feelings but the feelings are so good. This authors probably far more famous work is don't wanna be your girl (105k words), with one-shot extras and even AUs, in which Clarke is a porn star, and that is funny and hot, but this fix-it so soon after ep 307 will always be a particular balm.

beat the devil's tattoo - by isawet - 53k words » Modern AU, they’re in college but Lexa’s secretly actually planning to take back the leadership of her small country. They fall in love anyway and it’s funny, hot, sweet, romantic, just a great well-written story with excellent reread value.

Your Heart On My Sleeve - by aredpen - 58k words, WIP » Soulmate-marking AU set in canon, if that makes sense. Starts when Clarke’s still up in the Ark and it’s just an interesting exploration of how it all would work in those circumstances. I love the little details and insight into what would change and how.

AGAINST THE MULTIVERSE - orphaned - 13k words » Modern AU, art student Clarke reads an article Lexa wrote and fires off an angry response, starting a correspondence. Despite not being particularly long or having a unique premise, I remember this one because the writing’s so confident and sure of what it wants to be. It feels like a lot of fics--most writing in general, really, tends to flatten itself to not stand out and it was nice to read something so strong.

To Wear it Like a Crown - by Laney_builds_cathedrals - 42k words, WIP » Teacher/student, kinda, and definitely an age gap, so don’t read if that’s not your thing. Clarke’s the new art therapist at a school for troubled kids and realizes things aren’t quite right. It hasn’t been updated in years but the writing is just gorgeous and I couldn’t leave it off, it’ll always have a place in my lists.

Remember Me. - by C_AND_B - 11k words » Amnesia AU, they were in a relationship and then Clarke gets in an accident. God, the perfect mix of angst and fluff. This writer has a bunch of adorable one-shots, so check the rest out too.

tear down the walls - by wariangle - 5k words » Modern AU, Lexa’s an MMA fighter but it’s not really about that, just Clarke falling for her. Extremely hot in a very matter of fact way, but also plenty of feelings involved.

five times clarke and lexa aren’t sure if they're a couple or not - by nutmeg101 - 8k words » College AU, everyone keeps on thinking Clarke and Lexa are together. They’re not so sure they aren’t. It’s cute! I mean, it’s exactly what a fic like this should be.

Help, I Need Somebody (Not Just Anybody) - by thesummerofrain - 92k words, WIP » College AU, Clarke volunteers at the college helpline, Lexa writes in. It’s an anonymous line, so no worries about weird tracking or anything like that, things just organically progress so that they meet and slowly become friends. It’s mellow in general and includes lots of slice of life moments with other people as well, and of course the romance is slow burn as heck.

Maleficent - Aurora/Maleficent

The Queen of Sunshine and Bright Things - by alittlelesspain (oprhaned) - 31k words » Canon, after the first movie, Aurora has to learn how to rule while Maleficient has to learn what her place in Aurora’s life is now. Through time skips, distance, and political crises, they relearn how much they still mean to each other. It’s beautiful and romantic and a great fic for those who wanted their connection from the movie to go further.

Glee - Quinn/Rachel

This Kiss - by poetzproblem - 141k words » Canon, set in s2, starting from a game of spin the bottle. Rachel and Quinn are shaken by their kiss and Quinn especially doubles down on her mean girl persona. Faberry’s had a lot of great fics and I’ve loved so many but I remember thinking while reading this one that this is probably how it would go, if it ever happened. It’s patient and takes its time and is one of my definitive fics for them. Also the Don’t Blink series (788k words as of 2023-01-13) is this expansive, ever-growing universe set after graduation. I haven’t read it all, but I’ve reread some of the earlier parts many times, for the super rewarding payoff to them realizing their feelings are mutual, and others finding out about them.

A Family of Trees - by powergrapes - 8k words » Canon, diverging after s1, Quinn keeps Beth. Rachel’s somehow the only one the baby will calm down for and Quinn is reluctantly forced to call on her for help. It’s sweet and funny, my favorite from this writer but they’ve written several great fics, most popular being Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 - 60k words), a real Faberry classic, where to cheer up Quinn up after giving up Beth, the club goes on a road trip.

Summer Mornings (oldest chapters at bottom) - by freshtilapia - 35k words » Canon, post-s1, we follow Rachel every morning of her summer vacation as she sees Quinn pass by on her daily run. Slowly they begin to hang out and bond. I think this was one of my first Faberry fics? I was a late bloomer, it took me a while to see their potential, but I really loved how authors saw their post-s1 dynamic and this was a super cute, endearing version of it.

Boats in the Sky - by WaveGoodbye - 39k words » Canon, diverging after s3, now both in college, Rachel and Quinn are actually friends. Such good friends that Quinn’s roommate thinks maybe there’s something more. As with Clexa above, it’s so interesting how much character dynamics and fandom attitudes change depending on when a fic is written, because unlike the tension in s1 or s2 fics or Quinn being strung so tight with internalized homophobia, now she’s chill, they’re getting along. I love seeing a fic starting with them as friends, plus, a good chunk of it is external POV, which is a fave.

Our Brilliantly Tangled Thanksgiving - by Elly-Bells - 4k words » Canon, diverging from s1, Quinn has kept Beth--actually, kind of AU too, because her parents are super nice here as well. But it’s just a super fluffy, super cute funny little fic. The author has a fair number of other fluffy fics of varying length to check out as well.

Crazy on You - by roxystyle011 - 82k words » Canon, futurefic written early on, Rachel’s a big celebrity now but gets into trouble and is court ordered to see a therapist, who turns out to be Quinn. This is written so early on I’m not sure if people would consider it the most in-character fic out there, though what is in-character when it comes to Glee, but it’s bold and fun and, as with the Clexa multiverse fic above, I just like when people take big swings with characters. There’s a moment near the end of the fic, when a certain page is turned, that still remains one of my favorite, most memorable reveals in fic to this day.

Dune - Chani/Irulan

Serendipity - by Tamoline - 26k words » Canon divergent, Duke Leto survives and Irulan ends up living in the Atreides household as a guest, while Paul is openly with Chani. When Irulan is called off world to testify, Paul sends Chani as her bodyguard. I’m always so grateful that I picked that year to randomly go through the f/f Yuletide entries because this is such a good fic and I could so easily have missed it completely. It’s got politics, action, enemies to lovers, just this great little novella that happens to be set in the world of Dune. It’s fics like this that have me going through the lesser kudosed out there because it’s a genuine fave.

Marvel - Carol Danvers/Jessica Drew

Smell Like I Sound - by Sineala - 7k words » Comicsverse, Carol meets Jess who’s great except Carol can’t shake an unpleasant feeling whenever she’s around. Mostly fluff surrounding the concept of pheromones.

He Picked the Wrong One - by beckydawolf - 34k words » Comicsverse, Carol and Jess are knocked out in a battle and wake up in an alternate universe where most things are similar, except that Carol is dead and there’s no Jess. They have to figure out what happened and why they were brought there and certain feelings come to light. It’s plotty and fun and the reveal of why they were brought to the alt universe is actually pretty great.

put them back in poetry (if only I knew how) - by singalellaby - 31k words » Coffee shop AU, Carol and Steve Rogers are best friends and come back from the army to open a bakery together. It’s a lot of slice of life stuff, making friends in the neighborhood, developing crushes on the regulars like one Jessica Drew, grad student, that kind of thing.

Teen Wolf - Allison/Lydia

Untitled - by elvesarebad - 13k words » Canon, post-s2, after recent reveals they’re no longer friends but Lydia asks Allison to help kill Peter. It’s angsty, a lot of raw edges and slow thawing of their frosty relationship in the middle of difficult circumstances, but the canon characters and friendship are so interesting and the writer captures that.

Bleach - Soi Fan/Yoruichi

The Art of Transformation - by siyentista - 30k words » Mangaverse, mostly, Soi Fan is injured during a big battle and Yoruichi realizes how much Soi Fan means to her. Despite an action-filled start, it settles into more of a slower character-centric fic, lighter and often comical. Given their canon relationship, it’s refreshing to see the dynamic be more mutual and balanced, and despite the relatively short length, the story feels satisfyingly built up (perhaps because of how much history they already have in canon?).

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - Amy/Rosa

Farm-to-Table, Non-GMO, Responsibly Sourced - by impertinence - 6k words » Canon, going undercover as a couple to bust a maple syrup heist ring. I mean, what more is there to say, except that it’s appropriately funny and cute.

Margin of Error - by idiopathicsmile - 8k words » Canon, Amy needs a place to stay and Rosa offers. The humor matches the show so well, and it’s great to see Rosa’s POV since she’s so deadpan.

Les Misérables - Cosette/Eponine

Any More Obvious - by idiopathicsmile - 2k words » High school AU, Cosette decides to befriend the school goth. It’s just sweet and cute.

This Longing I Inherit - by myrmidryad - 44k words » College AU, Marius starts dating Cosette and brings her into the friend group. Cosette’s so shy and sheltered, she’s thrilled to meet new people, including the cool and intimidating Eponine. As they all become closer, Eponine realizes maybe she’s crushing on her friend’s gf. It’s much more gentle and sweet and friendship-focused than how soapy and angsty this description makes it sound, and the length allows it a slower burn. A frequent reread, especially to get to the payoff.

she knows her way around - by lavendersgreen - 18k words » College AU, Marius is too nervous to talk to Cosette so Eponine, pining after him, volunteers to be their go-between. Cosette turns out to be surprisingly fun and as they become friends, Eponine starts to question some things about herself. The premise is already cute with even a but the characterizations and dialogue are so snappy and flow so easily, it’s a great execution of this trope.

to be loved and to be in love - by missandrogyny - 7k words » Soulmate-marking AU, they’re musical artists who meet at a concert and immediately get along. They start challenging each other to try songs outside their main genres, much to their fans’ excitement. The soulmate reveal is pretty satisfying as it’s seeded early, and the whole fic is sweet and cute.

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries - Gigi/Lydia

get loved, make more - by allthingsholy - 10k words » Post-series, Lydia feels uncomfortable around Gigi, given what they share in common and that everyone knows. In a series of vignettes over time, for each of the family events they meet up at, she slowly gets over it, given they have so many other things in common, including a love of gossip, fashion, and teasing their siblings. It’s a great character exploration and the writing’s so sharp and pretty.

Searching For a Sound We Hadn't Heard Before - by Care - 13k words » Post-series, again things are uneasy at first but they thaw and the two end up taking a road trip. That’s a trope with a lot of potential, now that I’m thinking about it, the way people get to know each other under those very specific circumstances, and this is a great execution of it.

from the dark with you above - by cairophoenix - 22k words » Post-series, again, an awkward meetup to slow friendship and in this case some prime pining afforded by the longer length. The strangers to friends to lovers pipeline just applies really well to these two, what can I say.

Improvising - by krakens - 3k words » Post-series, some years after, Gigi decides to surprise Lizzy and Darcy with an epilogue posted on Lizzie’s vlog. She enlists Lydia’s help and things escalate. It’s cute and perfect for this particular series, it would have to be that vlog as the catalyst again.

Candid - by rhymeswithblue - 5k words » Post-series, by simply hanging out with their famous siblings, Gigi and Lydia face some of the same online scrutiny. Again, I kind of love this aspect of a fic set in this world, because of course part it is that there’s a whole audience watching them and it influences them just as much they influence it.

She's the Man - Olivia/Viola

Loose Ends series - by fraidy_bat - 38k words » Post-movie, Olivia comes to terms with the fact that Sebastian isn’t Viola. By the time I was branching out and reading popular f/f fics many years ago, this was already a classic, both as a general f/f fic and in this particular fandom. One of those ships that makes so much sense, and this is an angsty but ultimately very rewarding take on what should have happened after the movie.

Tomb Raider (2013) - Lara/Sam

she traces your scars and rebuilds your world - by lescousinsdangereux - 18k words » Post-2013 game, Lara and Sam are still traumatized by what transpired on the island and lean heavily on each other, even as Lara heads off on another research mission. It’s a great character study at their PTSD but also building on the relationship from canon and sweet and romantic and funny. This was my definitive version of post-game canon, not the other games or the movie or the comics.

Game of Thrones - Margaery/Sansa

Keep the Bouquets series - by Netgirl_y2k - 7k words » Canon diverging...earlyish on, I don’t know the series, but most characters are still alive. Not thinking either’s worthy of Joffrey, the Lannisters arrange a marriage between Sansa and Margaery and they...make it work. Despite being relatively so short, each individual part under 3k words, they’re so effective, these two finding something in that brutal world.

St. Trinian's (2007) - Annabelle/Kelly

This Town We're Painting - by Fahye - 8k words » Post-movies, they’re an established couple, going about the not so normal lives of St. Trinian’s graduates. Funny and in the vein of the movies, bringing in many of the other former students, and solidifying the Annabelle/Kelly dynamic that seemed so full of potential.

Mai Hime - Natsuki/Shizuru

Inter Nos - by ethnewinter - 1.2m words, WIP » Ancient Rome AU, this very detailed, intricate story with all the Mai Hime characters, Shizuru’s a general and Natsuki’s assigned as her bodyguard during a visit to an allied kingdom. I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t read this in many, many years and definitely haven’t caught up, but even back then when it was a fraction of the size, it was already considered a classic. At this length, I feel like just reading what’s there is a reward in itself.

Kim Possible - Kim/Shego

Alone, Together - by Failte200 - 108k words » Canon, Kim and Shego accidentally get sent to an alternate dimension, same Earth, but no human. They have to get along to survive. Another f/f classic, I remember being much younger and the scale of the fic, the years they lived alone and grew older together, took my breath away.

BSP01: Best Sidekick Possible - by Sobriety - 62k words » Canon, there's a King of Thieves competition and Shego wants the best sidekick possible, i.e., Kim. I think I ended up really liking the romance in this one.

Phoenix Wright - Adrian/Franziska

Follow the Fool - by CantFaketheFunk - 53k words » Canon, post-Phoenix Wright 2, Franziska feels guilty about advising Adrian to perjure herself so when Adrian asks to see her, she invites her to Germany to stay with her. The setting can be a bit goofy, as it is in the game, but the characters and relationship are taken seriously.

Sailor Moon - Haruka/Michiru

FwB - by harukaze - 321k words » AU, no powers, they meet as adults and decide to become friends with benefits. I remember this one Greyhound trip I took from NYC to Toronto, I was riveted to this fic and just read for most of the trip, wanting to see how it'd end. Soapy and angsty and very addicting.

Annnd then these two het fics:

The Big Bang Theory - Penny/Sheldon

The Paladin Protocol - by SpaceAnJL - 88k words » Canon, the guys take Penny LARPing and she ends up enjoying it, and bonding with Sheldon while Leonard feels left out. Very character driven slow burn romance while being funny and presumably true to the characters, I've not actually ever watched the show, but I've seen a few clips on Youtube. Just a great fic and one of the few m/f fics I've read more than once.

Star Trek (2009) - Spock/Uhura

The Place Between - by PsiCygni - 309k words » Canon, set before the movie, Uhura needs an advisor for her project and Commander Spock needs a partner while negotiating with a particular alien species. The only answer? Fake dating! Slowwww burn and since I like both the characters in all their forms, an enjoyable fic.

And ya know, however old some of these might be, if you liked them, think about leaving a nice review. I had a saved fic from a site that’d gone down and like, more than 10 years after it was written I sent an email to the address provided and actually got a reply!

#this took so long...#if you see any typos or errors please let me know #replies #femslash related stuff #sent on 20221014 #Anonymous #fic rec #My favorite things #moved this over to a text post because the new tumblr editor has limits on the number of links #this was mostly done weeks ago #but having to move and reformat it made me put it on pause for a while #anyway #I really didn't move the order around much #you can see me remembering one fic from a fandom and then others from the same fandom #a fic by an author in one fandom reminding me of their fics in another fandom #and remembering different fandoms on different archives together #had to remove several entries from this version of the list since they were deleted :/#it's interesting to see how I often remembered more from smaller fandoms #like I'm just not gonna remember everything good from faberry or SQ #clexa was an exception since I spent like a year or two ONLY reading their fic and even curating a rec list #you can see from how emo I got for the clexa blurbs just how well I remember that time #some of the other small fandoms I only noted down the whole thing so I had to look through bookmarks for this list #which is why they have more than expected

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plot: the reader meets a new threat

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,968 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!

By daybreak, you returned to where Michonne had stashed her horse, and Magna and Yumiko had as well. Jesus had one of them, and you rode the other while Eugene took the last one. You couldn’t stop shaking after the past few nights you had.

Daryl walked beside you, leading the horse, and every now and then, he looked up at you and reassured you that you were safe.

By mid-afternoon, you let Magna and Yumiko ride so you could stretch your legs, even with a limp. You and Daryl walked behind the group hand in hand.

“You heard ‘em whisper like that. They were tryin’ find ya. ’m sorry I didn’ believe ya. And ‘m sorry for yellin’.”

You squeezed his hand. “You were scared. And I wouldn’t have believed it either.”

When Dog started barking, you quicked your pace and saw walkers through the woods. Eugene questioned what kind they were, and you started shaking again.

The group followed the walkers through the woods till you approached a bridge, and Michonne and Daryl split up to set a trap while you stayed back with everyone else. When you heard someone screaming, you followed Magna and Yumiko up.

“Drop it!” Daryl yelled at one of them. They dropped to their knees and held their hands up as you helped the other two talk out the actual walkers. You turned to watch your husband rip off their mask, and you saw it was a girl. She was young. Probably no older than sixteen.

“Please don’t kill me.”

You felt faintish and leaned on Magna for support, and Yumiko helped you, too. Daryl decided to bring her back, and Michonne agreed. When you started moving again, you were thankful. You just wanted to go home.

***

As soon as you were at Hilltop, Siddiq had you and Eugene rushed to the infirmary. Rosita was there waiting, and you cried when you saw her.

“Thank God.” She sighed as she hugged you. “I was so scared for you guys. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “You saved us. Thank you.”

Rosita helped you sit down, and she looked at Eugene and Siddiq before whispering, “Did you get hurt?”

You knew what she was talking about. “I think I’m okay. I’m going to have Siddiq look. I need to know if I actually am.”

While Siddiq helped with Eugene, Enid cleaned your cut up and wrapped it with a healing herb. You smiled at her as she did. “You became quite a doctor since I’ve seen you last.”

“You’re just an easy patient.” She said.

After you were settled, you were able to leave. Eugene had to stay and rest more, so you decided to corner Siddiq and get his help. He was organizing some supplies when you walked over to him. He glanced up at you and then looked at your leg. “You okay?”

“Do you have anywhere private?” You whispered. “I need an ultrasound.”

Siddiq stared at you momentarily, his eyes dropping to your stomach. Slowly, he smiled and even laughed. “Yes, yes, I do. Come on.”

***

You were lying on a bed in one of the sectioned-off rooms while Siddiq got the machine going. You couldn’t help but think about how Maggie was here so long ago, going through the exact same thing.

Siddiq gently lifted your shirt and asked you if he could do the same to your pants. You nodded, and he pulled them down enough to get to the underside of your belly. Once you were ready, he grabbed one of the books and flipped to a marked page.

“I don’t know enough about maternity. I won’t be able to give you an exact due date if you are pregnant. But we can narrow it down, hopefully.”

You smiled and leaned your head back against the pillow. “I should’ve been an obstetrician.”

Siddiq laughed as he set the book on top of the machine and started the ultrasound. When he put it on your belly, you heard the heartbeat. It was definite. You were pregnant.

“So, I can confirm you are pregnant,” Siddiq said, moving around the wand and looking at the screen. He then grabbed the book and looked at the pages. “I think you’re… I think you’re just shy of fourteen weeks.”

“Fourteen weeks?” You asked in disbelief. “There’s no way I’m almost four months pregnant. Is the baby healthy?”

“Heartbeat is really strong, the movement is good. I don’t see why not. I’ll brush up on the book for next time.”

Siddiq moved the wand around, and you looked at the picture. It wasn’t such a dot; you could see its hands and feet, even the rough shape of its nose. The screen with grainy, of course, but it was clear.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

“Is Rosita still out there? Can you call for her?”

A few seconds later, Rosita was closing the door behind her. She smiled when she saw the screen, and she walked over to your side. “Well, I guess I was right.”

“Look at that thing,” You pointed. “He thinks I’m fourteen weeks.”

Rosita chuckled and grabbed your hand. “Congratulations, babe.”

You sighed. “You can turn it off, Siddiq. Thank you so much.”

“I’ll wanna see you again soon to check on things. And with your permission, I’d like to see what Enid has for prenatal care.”

You groaned and stood up, fixing your clothes. “Go ahead. Just her, though, okay? Rosita, you wanna go get food?”

“I’ll meet up with you. I need to talk to Siddiq real quick.”

You nodded and squeezed her arm before you left, heading outside quickly. Your leg was still hurting, but it felt better after the medicine Enid put on it, so you walked around to try and find Daryl. You weren’t exactly sure what or how to tell him.

Pregnant. Jesus Christ.

***

Seeing Tara and the rest of Hilltop was bittersweet, but you were thankful to see them. They were all mourning the passing of their leader, and his death still lingered in your heart. The past few days did, and as the sun set, it made things worse. Jesus’ funeral was hard, and you stood with Daryl.

The next few days were harder too. Daryl interrogated the girl and found out more about this new threat. You stayed clear away from the cellar. But he told you everything he got from the girl, and you knew he felt sorry for her. You didn’t know what the right thing to do was.

You still didn’t tell him that you were pregnant. Not with everything going on.

You helped Tara with what she needed- a lot, being that it was harvesting season- and you saw Siddiq again. Rosita found you one evening to tell you she was pregnant, too, and you were in such a state of shock that you couldn’t form a single thought. She was two months behind you and wasn’t showing at all. But you both agreed you’d get each other through it and didn’t feel as alone.

The rest of the Alexandrians returned home, but you stayed with Daryl. He wanted to see it through.

When a group of these mask-wearing freaks walked up the gate, it was the last thing you expected. But you were standing on one of the watch towers beside Tara and Daryl, watching them. It was the most eerie thing.

The woman wanted her daughter back, Lydia, but Daryl refused, and then dozens more of her people appeared. You reached over to grab your husband’s hand. When he went to go speak to her face to face, you followed him, despite him telling you to stay back.

The woman made your skin crawl, and you absentmindedly put your hand on your stomach when she stared at you. You felt like she was seeing through your very being.

When you learned about Luke and Alden being in their custody, Daryl agreed to the trade. But Lydia was gone, and so was Henry. And things only got worse from there.

***

“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done.” You winced as Daryl handed you the face of a walker.

It took you a full day of tracking to find where Alpha took Lydia and Henry, and their camp. After the sunset, Daryl had the genius idea of taking a rule from their book and sneaking in as walkers.

“Through better or for worse, right?” Daryl asked. “Turn around.”

You almost threw up when he slid the skin over your face. You gaged and leaned over, but nothing came out. Daryl fixed it so it didn’t slip off, and then you did the same for him. The smell of it alone made you want to hurl, and you had no idea how those freaks lived like this all the time.

You turned to Connie, who joined you at the last minute and signed to her to turn around. You put a mask on her next and tied it tight.

“Stay with me, okay? Can’ believe I let ya come,” Daryl muttered.

“You know I’m just as capable as you, Dixon.”

“Don’ mean I gotta like it.”

After that, the three of you were silent as you merged in with the herd. The noises and smells had your skin crawling. But Daryl’s hand in yours, leading you, was what kept you steady and you focused on him. All you had to do was follow him. You were safe with him. You were always safe with Daryl.

It was easy to spot Henry during the chaos of the walker attack, and you stood on guard while Daryl went to grab him. He eventually had to pull him away, which took Lydia too, so you pushed Connie forward so she didn’t get left behind and followed them all while ensuring there were no walkers on your trail.

***

By morning, you made it to a town. You were exhausted and dying of thirst, and you kept holding your stomach. You didn’t think of anything except going with Daryl. You had to start thinking of other things now.

My group holed up in here for a while. We might still have supplies, Connie signed to you.

You told the group and then signed as you spoke. Thank you, Connie.

You didn’t question anything when Daryl led you all into the building. You were just thankful for shelter and could sit down and drink water.

Daryl explained his thoughts about the building, but Lydia said it would be pointless. Her mother would send someone named Beta. You thought the names were a little ridiculous.

“Let’s just get inside and come up with a plan. We need to drink and eat. We can’t keep running like this.”

Twenty minutes later, you were helping Connie push a table backward and then moving a piece of the floorboard. Inside, there were supplies, and you sighed with relief. Dog was nudging his nose against your leg, and you reached down to pet him.

Daryl came over and looked at the supplies while Connie handed you both water and something to eat.

“I’m going to feed the kids,” You said and signed. Connie nodded and pointed toward the supplies. “I’ll be back,” You said to Daryl and kissed his cheek.

***

An hour later, you stood on one of the balconies with Lydia and Henry. Connie was leaning against the edge, and you could tell she was mad, but you didn’t try to say anything to her. You weren’t sure where Daryl was, probably overthinking his plan.

Lydia kept looking at you, and after the fourth time, you turned to her. “What?”

“You’re Daryl’s wife?”

“What about it?” You knew you were being rude, but you didn’t necessarily care. You were exhausted and hungry, and worst of all, sweating your ass off despite the chill in the air.

“I didn’t know he had one. I guess I just kinda forgot about everything normal.” She said.

You looked at her and saw how young she looked. She must’ve been only six or seven when the world ended. God, you couldn’t imagine. You glanced at Henry and saw a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.

You were shaking your head in disbelief when movement caught your eye. A herd. It was time.

***

Everything went to shit, just like it always did. Daryl disappeared with Lydia, and the freaks with masks came in with weapons hot. Henry got one, you got one, then Connie, and it repeated. You heard Henry scream from across the room as a body dropped before you. That made three.

Your machete dripped with blood as you walked. You could make out the head over the boxes, and you grabbed one of your other knives, hurtling it at them. It embedded itself into their skull, and they dropped. That made four.

You heard Connie struggling, and you turned quickly and watched as she won the fight before running over to you.

Did you see where Daryl went?

Last I saw he went to Lydia somewhere. I don’t know.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. Okay. I’m going to look for him. Stay with Henry. I think he got hurt. Will you be okay? You had to spell out words to help get your words across, and you knew it probably wasn’t making the most sense, but she nodded, and then you were gone.

You couldn’t hear anything at first as you walked. No sign of your husband, and no sign of any walkers, or the ones that wore their faces. Then you heard the sound of footsteps and whispers. You peeked around the corner of the stairwell as one of them ran past you up the stairs. The other was smaller, a woman, and she was a few feet behind.

Just as she passed you, you grabbed her by the neck with your arm and pulled her back. Before she could make a sound, you slit her throat and quickly put her body down. You stabbed her head and then looked back at the stairwell. The other one didn’t notice, and so you quietly followed up the stairs. That made five.

The next level up had renovations going, and you had to walk even quieter over old papers. That was when you finally heard noises. It was a fight. You didn’t know where the other freak was, but as you walked around the level, you found Daryl’s crossbow on the ground.

“Fuck,” You whispered, picking it up and loading it. You raised it to your eye and took a deep breath. You hadn’t used it in a few months, and the weight of it still threw you off. You glanced down at your initials carved into the metal and deeply breathed.

Through the hanging tarps, you could see a figure ahead. You knew it wasn’t Daryl. You took a few steps, cringing when you heard how nasty the fight was. You could hear Daryl, and it didn’t sound good. You had to get to your husband.

Darting between the tarps, you got a few feet closer and gave a soft whistle so the freak could look at you. Just as you made eye contact, you pulled the trigger, and he dropped dead with an arrow in its forehead. You quickly reloaded the bow and kept moving. Six.

You heard a loud bang and your heart dropped. You picked up your pace and held the crossbow up high, with your finger on the trigger. You’d kill anyone who got in your way from finding him.

Someone pushed through the tarp to your left and you turned, ready to pull the trigger.

“Just me, baby girl” Daryl said.

Your heart lept when you locked eyes and you swung the crossbow over your shoulder. “Oh my God, Daryl.” You breathed out as you both walked toward each other. As soon as he was close enough, you grabbed his biceps while he grabbed your cheek.

“Are you okay?” You asked at the same time he asked about your eye.

Your hands kept moving on his arms and then his chest, where there was some blood. But more blood was on his face, and you felt your eyes sting. “I was so scared… I heard the fight… I didn’t know where you went, and there were so many of them.” You rushed out as your hands moved along each new bruise he had.

“‘M okay,” Daryl said.

You sighed and brushed back his hair so you could see his face. His nose looked broken at first, but when you gently touched it, there was no break. He winced, though, but let you touch him anyway.

“I was so scared. I took out two of them on their way up and then another four downstairs.” You inspected every other cut on his face. “Henry’s hurt. I think he got stabbed in the leg. Connie was with him. I needed to come find you, I-I.”

“It’s ‘aight,” His kissed your forehead and then wiped away the blood that came with the kiss. “Let’s go though. Don’t need to stick around here any longer.”

***

You arrived at the Kingdom a few days later. You’d first made a pit spot at Alexandria so Henry could get help, but then you needed to get Henry home. Daryl insisted you stay, but you refused. Siddiq checked you out before you left, and he said that the baby was fine, but you needed to get more fluids in. You needed to eat more, too.

Michonne and Judith caught up to you, and you rode with them the rest of the way. The fair was in full swing, and you could see how everyone was having the time of their lives. It made you want to cry after the days you’d had. It was refreshing. You never wanted to leave the Kingdom again.

“I need to go eat something,” You whispered to Daryl as Michonne and Ezekiel talked. “My head is killing me.”

“Ya sure ya alright? Been actin’ weird.”

“It’s been a long few days,” You lied. “I’ll be fine. I just wanna sit. I’m going to find some food and take a shower, okay?”

He nodded. “Save me something’.”

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Let bygones be bygones

ღPairing: Director! Park Seonghwa x Professor of Dreams! Reader (f) x Professor of Battle! (General) Hongjoong

ღGenre: enemies to lovers au, Modern Wizardry School au

ღWord Count: 5,631

ღWarnings: pegging (double-sided magic strap-on), anal (m receiving), degradation kink, reverse dynamics (Captain! {Dom}Reader x Lieutenant! {Sub}Hongjoong), aphrodisiac spell, strap on that squirts!, finger sucking, aftercare, suggestive mxm, hwa using battle spells, mentions of blood/cuts

ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with hella plot

ღSummary: you do your best to avoid your past and present but even the most seasoned vet cannot avoid a well laid trap.

ღDedication: @mejuii (dare you to bring up breaking woo's heart again) & @downtoamagicalland, my lovely beta’s

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“What will it be--oh, it’s you.” Wooyoung sourly killed his happy customer smile as he approached the table you were sitting at.

“Wooyoung,” You began to beg, clinging to his apron, “I don’t want to be enemies like you are with Seonghwa.”

You had decided today to go make up with the chef that cooked with his emotions. It had nothing to do with the fact that you were avoiding Seonghwa or Hongjoong. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

Wooyoung pursed his lips to the side. “I do like you, you know.”

“I like you too,” You smiled hopefully.

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at you, however. “But then you went and fucked the headmaster...”

“Wooyoung!” You couldn't help but shout, feeling heat climb your neck in embarrassment.

Wooyoung grinned and it had a hint of meanness to it, if you were being honest. “Good, at least you’re not proud of it.”

Suddenly, the silverware was very interesting. “I’d like to start coming back here once a week, if you’d let me.”

Wooyoung folded his arms across his chest. “I can’t say no to a paying customer.”

You raised your eyes. “Wooyoung, please.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “I’m still angry at you. Seriously. I’m not sure I can cook for you.” Wooyoung paused his words, clearly chewing on them. “But, if you start spending some tiny breaks here, maybe I might be convinced.”

“Really?” You jumped up, excited at the hope of Wooyoung letting bygones be bygones.

“Maybe,” Wooyoung reiterated, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you back in the seat. “Let me go find some desserts in the back I was working on earlier.”

Wooyoung made his way back to the kitchen and you let out a sigh of relief. The last thing you wanted was a fellow white magic user to be angry at you. You were hoping it didn’t have anything to do with the past hatred between the magic types and more to do with a personal problem with the high and mighty headmaster, because that you could actually get behind.

“Oh hello, you’re a new face, who are you?” A handsome, dimpled face bent at the waist to peer at you.

You smiled, part polite, part strained, and offered your hand to shake. “Mistress of Dreams, pleasure to make your acquaintance…?”

“San. Choi San. I own the inn portion of this fine establishment. I’m Wooyoung’s partner in crime.” San wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “Where has he been hiding you?”

You laughed awkwardly, cocking your head in confusion. “Hiding?”

San sat down in front of you, smiling and only making his dimples more pronounced. “Oh he was definitely hiding you--OW, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

Wooyoung, with a hand on his hip and a hand wrapped around a wooden spoon that had smacked San on his ear, frowned at his business partner. “Stop hitting on my customers!”

“I’m not hitting on her, I’m simply--YOU STOP HITTING ME RIGHT NOW!” San stood up abruptly.

You giggled and the two of them deflated--slightly. “You two must be very close.”

“We’ve been best friends since we were children,” Wooyoung confessed.

San looked a bit sheepish, rubbing the back of his head. “Woo, is this--?”

Wooyoung raised his spoon again and San flinched. “You be quiet, you nosy cat.”

San smiled, “It was nice meeting you, Mistress of Dreams. If you ever need to stay at the inn again, let me know. I could arrange--”

“SHE’S NOT GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU!” Wooyoung raised his voice this time, “The headmaster already snagged her.”

San’s eyebrows lifted up in surprise. “Oh that’s very interesting.”

“Wooyoung,” You said his name in warning, “That was for me to say and you to keep your mouth shut about.”

Wooyoung smiled quickly and then killed it, making it seem mocking, almost. Damn he really was still angry at you. “Sorry.”

You remained at Wooyoung’s pub to nibble on the flaky pecan butter tarts he had baked earlier in the day as San explained how his specialty in magic is song. Someone once told him that if he liked to sleep so much, why didn’t he make it his job. San grinned while explaining he knew it was a joke but it actually was a sound idea. So, with the help of Wooyoung and his cooking specialty, they opened the inn and pub together. San spent most of his days singing to his clients that remain at the inn, and they leave the inn happy, as well as satisfied with Wooyoung’s food.

“It’s a brilliant business plan,” You agreed.

San leaned over the table, “Are you saying I’m brilliant?”

“I’m closing!” Wooyoung announced but not before sending a glare San’s way, “You should get out of here, go back to the academy.”

San’s face fell. “I can’t convince you to stay here for the night?”

You smiled painfully. You didn’t want to go back to the school because the possibility of running into Seonghwa or Hongjoong sounded very excruciating, but you definitely should not encourage San. Especially after trying to make up with Wooyoung. “Wooyoung is right, I should go back.”

Wooyoung offered you a box, pushing it into your hands. “Supplies for when you eventually board yourself in your room.”

You shot Wooyoung a surprised look. “Yeah, I know why you were here. Why do you think I let San chat with you all night?”

You cleared your throat. “Thank you, Wooyoung.”

You walked back towards the school, kicking a stone in the process as you went along. You couldn't even do this without your thoughts moving back towards Seonghwa.

The thought that his goal was to actually capture your heart terrified you. And it was underlined even more because Hongjoong was here at the school now. The one man who you had fallen in love with, who had fallen in love with you in return… you did not want to live that life again when you inevitably separated with Seonghwa. You had vowed to yourself that very day you had left the army--and Hongjoong--that you would never love again. Whether that was to protect yourself or others, that had remained to be seen.

More to the point, Seonghwa knew how to get what he wanted, that much was clear. And it was also evident in how far you had allowed him to wiggle into your life. You quite enjoyed what you had so far: the secrecy, the sex, the banter. But you didn't actually want to have a life with Seonghwa. His slewed view of having children with you while your career took a backseat was not how you wanted to live your life. You just didn't know how to avoid that with the power Seonghwa seemed to have over you.

Thus, while burdened with your thoughts and your heavy heart, you hadn't realized you had walked all the way to your set of rooms.

"Come on, Lieutenant," Hongjoong’s voice crooned softly at your door, his back to you, "You can't avoid me forever?"

Your head snapped upwards. "Captain?" You responded automatically.

"Ah, there you are!" Hongjoong smiled happily as he turned around to follow your voice.

"Here I am," You smiled awkwardly.

Hongjoong gestured with his head towards your door. "Invite me in?"

You pursed your lips. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I haven't properly talked to you since I started," Hongjoong protested, eyebrows furrowing. There was an extra sense of urgency in his voice and it made your stomach tighten. You used to be what Hongjoong used to relieve his stress. Even now, it continues to do something to you.

"We talked plenty before you made your big announcement," You replied in a clipped tone. "Go back to your rooms, Joong, and leave me alone."

The hurt that etched across Hongjoong’s face scraped against your determination to keep him at arm's length. This was someone who you had loved wholeheartedly before. Hurting him was like hurting yourself.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you but clearly I've been avoiding you for a reason. You don't become a captain of the intelligence Corp without picking up a few things," You grumbled an apology.

Hongjoong pressed at the opportunity you gave him. "Let me come in. Let me talk to you. I mi--"

"Don't! Just don't. We can talk but I won't talk about the past. That's off limits," You insisted.

Hongjoong nodded and you opened your door with your own personal password and a flare of your magic as you pressed your hand to the pink opal slate. "Un beau rêve."

The door opened and you walked in. Hongjoong followed you and closed it behind him softly. Your comfortable reading chair and side table fit into one corner where your moon orb glowed. Your bed was in the other corner looking inviting to your tired body. You offered your chair to Hongjoong, but Hongjoong did as he preferred and instead he sat on your bed.

"How's your classes going?" You asked politely, sitting on your reading chair. You touched the moon orb and it changed to a sun orb, so that it could illuminate the room better.

"The students are eager to learn battle magic and statistics from me. Seems like they think fighting in a war is exciting," Hongjoong smiled but it was strained. "They've only heard the legends, of course. They didn't live what we lived through."

"They're good students," You offered, folding your hands in your lap.

"I knew when you were in charge of training the new recruits to our unit that you would make a good teacher," Hongjoong mused. You opened your mouth to remind him to not speak of the past but he cut you to the chase. "Do you love it as much as you said you would?"

You nodded, your throat suddenly becoming tight with emotion. "Very much so."

"Lieutenant…" Hongjoong stood up.

You stood up before he could stand in front of you. "Don't you dare Lieutenant me, Hongjoong."

Hongjoong swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple move up and down. "Please, I didn't know who else to come to."

"No, Hongjoong, no!" You raised your voice as he fell to his knees in front of you.

"Captain," Hongjoong gave you his big eyes, the same he used to give you when he needed to be taken care of.

"No !” You said again firmly. “Things are no longer the same between you and I.”

“I need you, now more than ever,” Hongjoong pressed, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Please.”

You didn’t need to have Jongho’s powers to be aware that the impending war and the new profession would be weighing heavily on Hongjoong. How was he supposed to prepare for an incoming threat of immense proportions and teach the students on how to both defend and attack in a battle setting when all they had known was peace? That kind of stress wound Hongjoong up until it spilled over him and when he released it in unhealthy ways… it always wounded his soul when he became aware of what he did afterwards.

“Surely you can find someone else to take care of you,” You insisted.

Hongjoong shook his head. “Are you so wrapped up in Seonghwa that you cannot even do this?”

You stiffened at the mention of Seonghwa. “I am not wrapped up in him, Hongjoong. We have a mutual understanding. That is all.”

“Did you tell him that? Or do you let Seonghwa also assume that you love him and will never leave him.”

Hongjoong might as well have buried a dagger into your chest, that’s how much his words hurt. “I did love you, Hongjoong. I didn’t want to leave you!”

“Then why did you?” Hongjoong demanded, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

“I couldn't be a part of the army anymore. They made me eat a dream, Hongjoong! Do you know how much that affected me? And you wouldn’t leave!” Your chest heaved as your emotions got the better of you.

"I found my calling in that army! I was born to lead!" Hongjoong raised his voice to your level, "You said you would follow me anywhere!"

"I did," You said quietly, "I followed you until my heart grew heavy with the guilt of what I had done and my mind splintered. And then I couldn't follow you further than that."

"I followed you instead," Hongjoong said with a raspy voice. "I think it was meant to be. After all--"

"Hongjoong, I am begging you--!"

"No strings attached. It means nothing," Hongjoong made empty promises.

"You're such a fucking liar!" You snarled and pushed him off of you. Hongjoong landed on his ass on the floor, palms supporting him, as you began to pace. "You almost said you missed me. If this happens, there's a lot of strings attached." Not to mention… Seonghwa.

Hongjoong bit down on his lip. "Fuck me, Captain. Please. I need it. I need you."

You closed your eyes, breathed in deeply and let out a quiet sigh. How did he still have the ability to pull that out of you? The desire tugging from the pit of your stomach was overwhelming. Making Hongjoong a drooling mess in bed was something that helped you relieve stress too!

“I’ve a spell that can translate pain into pleasure.”

Fuck, goddamn Seonghwa. You shook your head. Maybe this is what you needed. Maybe you needed to put some space between you and the headmaster, who seemed to think that there was more between you than a hot fuck and some companionship.

"Get on the bed, Lieutenant," You snapped.

Hongjoong almost grinned ear to ear before he scrambled up and climbed back onto your bed.

"You're lucky I still have this," You grumbled.

You moved towards the chest at the end of your bed and murmured Yuftah. The lid popped open and you found your old strapon after years of it remaining dormant. "And before you ask, no, I never used it with Seonghwa." Our relationship isn't like that.

You began to remove your clothes but Hongjoong’s eyes widened. "Wait!!! Let me. It's my pleasure, Captain."

Hongjoong took the strapon and laid it on the bed. He went on his knees, still on the bed, and pulled off your blazer, neatly folding it before pulling your blouse from the waist of your pencil skirt. His fingers aptly popped the onyx buttons, the back of his fingers skimming your chest.

"This is beautiful," he murmured under his breath, bright eyes taking in your baby blue lingerie set. The same one you had worn your first time with Seonghwa.

"I'm using an aphrodisiac spell," You announced suddenly, breaking Hongjoong from making heart eyes at your body.

"Wha--no! I want to--!"

You grabbed Hongjoong by the back of the head and slanted your lips over his. Your tongue began to play with his and when you broke the kiss, Hongjoong looked fucked out and his lips were covered in spit. They were plush from kissing and he looked simply ravishable.

You spoke in Ancient Roman, entreating Venus to ready both your bodies for sex. An oyster appeared in a lovely shade of green and broke into two, in a cloudy smoke that zoomed to your nose and Hongjoong’s. You breathed in deeply of the olfactory spell and felt your lower half tighten with lust. Hongjoong gasped and he appeared hard against the front of his pants.

"Do not question my orders again, Lieutenant or I'll remove you from my rooms, hard as a rock," You informed Hongjoong cooly.

Hongjoong nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, Captain."

You got rid of the rest of your clothes and kept on your lingerie set. Hongjoong was about to shed his when you stopped him with a cluck of your tongue. "I don't think so," You chuckled, "I'm going to fuck you in your clothes."

Hongjoong, the general of the White Magic Army, whined.

"Get on your hands and knees," You ordered him.

"I won't even get to see you insert it?" Hongjoong protested… as he got on his hands and knees like he had been told.

The strapon was a simple contraption that was a deep, dark blue and molded to fit and stay inside of your pussy snuggly while the phallus part allowed you to fuck Hongjoong. There was even a rough side that slid up against your clit, giving you stimulation there as well. The phallus/strapon had, in the past, given you both immense pleasure. You muttered Agua and the strapon pulled from your wetness inside of you and spurted from the phallus. You rubbed it over the phallus until you were satisfied with the results.

Roughly you pulled Hongjoong pants down over his ass and let them pool at his knees. With one hand dry and the other wet, you appreciated Hongjoong’s ample ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing your hands over it generously. Seeing it glimmer with your wetness was a pleasure in itself. "I'm going to assume you haven't done this in awhile?"

"C-captain," Hongjoong stuttered but pushed his ass backwards, "Please fuck me."

"Patience, Lieutenant, I have to go slow," You reminded him.

You rubbed the head of the phallus against his puckered hole and he groaned at the sensation. You pushed in, slowly but with intent. The pressure against your g-spot made you moan in response as well.

"D-do I f-feel g-good, Captain?" Hongjoong stuttered as you filled him up.

"So good, Hongjoong." You slipped a hand around the curve of his hip and leaned over his back. Your hand found his hard cock and wrapped your fingers around him.

"Fu-fuck, Ca-captain," Hongjoong whined, "Touch me m-more, please."

You jerked off Hongjoong’s cock, and as he moaned from the stimulation, you started to begin to rock into him. Your movements jolted Hongjoong’s body forward slightly, the head of his cock slapping his stomach.

"Such a good lieutenant for me, taking everything I give to you, hmmm?" You murmured into his shoulder. "Does it make you feel good, getting stuff like this, Hongjoong?"

"Please." Hongjoong pushed back again on the phallus, your hips digging into his plush ass. "I want it. I want it all."

You pulled your hips back and then thrusted further into Hongjoong, causing him to moan wantonly. "Th-that's the spot."

"Is that your sweet spot, Joongie?" You crooned, "Getting fucked good, are you?"

Hongjoong’s arms gave out and he was now face down, ass up. You watched as his eyes clouded over with lust, drool pooling from his lips as he was fucked and jerked off simultaneously. "Goooood," he moaned, somewhat gone, swallowed up by the dual stimulation.

"You wanna come untouched or you want me to keep touching you?" You tried to check in before Hongjoong was completely gone.

"Wanna get fucked, wanna come from you fucking me, please," He whined into your sheets.

You righted yourself and firmly gripped Hongjoong’s hips with both of his hands. Momentarily you wished to see the naked slope of his back as you fucked him, but fucking him in his uniform was priceless. You fucked Hongjoong roughly, your own g-spot being stimulated and your clit as well. The two of you were moaning messes, completely focused on chasing both of your releases.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Hongjoong chanted, his pitch getting higher and higher until he cried out.

You quickly leaned over his back, searching for your own release but wrapping your hand around Hongjoong’s squirting cock. Hongjoong cried out at the overstimulation but bucked eagerly into your hand. You used the cum coming out of his cock to continue to jerk him through his orgasm. Finally, you came, stilling your hips as your orgasm washed through you. The phallus continued to pull your wetness from inside of you to squirt inside of Hongjoong.

"Such a good boy for me," You murmured against his back, pulling your hand from his cock and shoving fingers into his mouth. Hongjoong’s tongue eagerly sucked and licked his cum from your fingers. "A messy boy, but a good one nonetheless."

"Th-thank you," Hongjoong stuttered under you when you removed your fingers from his mouth.

"Let's clean up and we can sleep," You responded, pulling out and getting up.

The sight before you was just what you remembered when spending these kinds of nights with Hongjoong: his cock still spurting his cum, your cum leaking out of his abused hole and Hongjoong’s face a mess of spit and his own cum. He was looking gently used and oh so delicious.

Once the both of you were clean, the toy put away and new sheets on your bed, the two of you cuddled. Hongjoong always needed careful aftercare, gentle reassurances that everything was going to be okay. You murmured into the crown of his head, his head against your sternum.

As Hongjoong ran his fingers up and down your arm, face completely at peace, you knew what you had to do. You had to go to Seonghwa and break it off with him. You couldn't hurt Seonghwa the way you had hurt Hongjoong. It had to end now; before your heart broke again as well.

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Your knock on Seonghwa’s door was curt and loud. Seonghwa’s voice came from within and you opened the door. Seonghwa’s office was as intimidating as the man himself. His wire rim glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose as a quill scratched loudly on his desk below. His eyes widened as you came in but he finished his dictation nonetheless, continuing to pace behind his desk.

"The second level of hell will need to be temporarily unlocked for the seniors, period. The parental council has given me no choice but to advise our students on what happens when you are too lustful in your younger years, period. You should also get the Mistress of Dreams to hold a class of healthy sexual education for she seems to know most of those types of spells comma, including the infertility one she used on you, period."

"Seonghwa--"

"And what do I owe the honor--shit, halt dictation." The quill dropped at Seonghwa’s order. "Why hello, lover," he purred instead.

"Seonghwa--"

"You put so much energy into avoiding me and now you come straight to my office?" Seonghwa's eyes glinted dangerously. "Do I owe you a spanking? No, too soft for your tastes. Perhaps some pussy slaps? I could always summon my ghost hands again."

"Stop it," You commanded, your nails digging into your palms.

Seonghwa walked around from behind his desk, holding his arms behind his back. "Do you actually prefer a softer approach this time? Shall I take you in my arms and whisper to you of how you have stolen my heart and refuse to give it back so I demand kisses to my nose as payment?"

You sighed heavily, rubbing an eyebrow. "Stop being silly, you ridiculous--"

"I won't let you do this," Seonghwa vowed.

"Do what, Seonghwa? You won't let me finish a goddamn sentence!" You shouted at him.

A crooked smile bloomed on his lips. "There's all that yummy anger." He pursed his lips next, looking determined. "I don't care if you slept with him. You're still mine," Seonghwa declared.

"See, I think you do care," You corrected him, "I don't think you could share well at all."

"Incorrect," Seonghwa, in turn, corrected you. He leaned back on his desk. "I once shared a lovely night with Mingi and another female teacher and she said--"

You groaned in frustration. "I have been informed that I don't clarify relationships well enough, so I am here to stop this one."

"Don't let that bastard Light Skipper project his problems on me. I have no problem with the way you speak your mind and dictate our relationship. I simply inform you that you're wrong." And then Seonghwa winked at you.

You pressed forward, determined to see this through. "We will no longer be sleeping with each other, Park Seonghwa. Our understanding is over." With that, you spun on your heel and left his office, unable to take his cheeky denial any longer.

You walked straight to Hongjoong’s rooms, determined to fuck your frustrations out, perhaps even ride Hongjoong’s face, until you felt in charge of your life again. Hongjoong was surprised to see you at the door but let you in regardless. It was as he was closing the door that a heavy boot halted that motion from finishing.

“I believe you have something of mine,” Seonghwa purred.

Hongjoong met Seonghwa’s eyes with a challenge. “Yours?”

Seonghwa leaned on the doorframe, putting more of his body in the way of the door being closed. “Apparently you convinced her to break it off with me. She seems to think I can’t share.”

“I know I don’t plan on it,” Hongjoong retorted.

Your fingers found your eyebrows to rub in frustration. “This is what I get for thinking life would move smoothly for once,” You grumbled to yourself.

Both men turned to you, however, looking concerned. Well at least they had one thing in common. It did seem like they both cared for you.

“What am I going to do with the both of you?” You demanded since both of their concentration was on you and not each other.

Hongjoong shot a cautious look at Seonghwa before speaking. “I don’t know about him but I only just got you back, I don’t want to lose you.”

Seonghwa’s eyes traveled up and down Hongjoong’s body before focusing on you. “She doesn’t want to choose, you idiot! Except you just said you’d refuse to share her body.”

Hongjoong winced. “Lieutenant…”

You held both your hands up to halt his words. “I don’t want any of this right now, you don’t have to say anything.”

“Darling, I will not let him ruin a good thing,” Seonghwa frowned at you.

“Seonghwa, he’s not ruin anything.” Your brain was whirling because of the current situation.

“I still don’t understand what he does for you,” Hongjoong had to mutter under his breath.

Seonghwa grinned dangerously. “I could show you.”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so!” You protested before Seonghwa could get any ideas.

“No, go ahead, do you think I couldn't possibly take watching you with him--?”

You were in a race to finish the simple shield spell but Seonghwa was The Reaper. His pain into pleasure spell hit Hongjoong before you could complete your last syllable. Seonghwa almost had a wild look on his face before his lips were twisting into another spell. Your shield was up with a bright blue hue but the striking spell Seonghwa had used slashed Hongjoong’s cheek just as your shield covered him in a bubble. Hongjoong moaned and then brought his hand up to his cheek, unused to finding pleasure there. When his hand came down and he found blood, his eyes darkened in anger.

“You two are peas in a pod, enjoying the pleasure that comes with pain,” Seonghwa chuckled darkly.

You strode forward and struck Seonghwa solidly across the face. You shook your fist in pain but it was well worth it. “You are the headmaster of the school and you would strike out at one of your professors just like that? PARK SEONGHWA!” You roared in anger.

“Lieutenant!” Hongjoong gasped. It wasn’t like you to lose your anger and break the line of command. He couldn't move past your shield, however.

Seonghwa fell to his knees, not unlike Hongjoong when he begged for you to take care of him. “Please, let me feast on your anger, darling.” His tongue played with the corner of his mouth where there was blood from where you had punched him.

“You sicken me,” You spat at him. “And to think, I trusted you. You’re just like everything I once thought of a damn Black Magic User.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened at your words. The hurt was etched across his face for only a moment before that skilled courtier smirk replaced it. “Isn’t that your kink?”

You shook your head and turned away from Seonghwa. You waved your hand and your shield released Hongjoong. “I’m sorry, Hongjoong. It’s my fault this happened. I should have gone to my room instead of yours. I was wrong to include either of you in my life. I’ll be leaving." You angrily motioned to Seonghwa. "Do with that one what you will.”

In a blink of an eye, Hongjoong was in front of you before you could reach the door. “You’re not going anywhere, Lieutenant.”

“Hongjoong, really?!” You were confused.

“I believe you just put me through the same situation earlier.” Hongjoong paused to run his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we both are begging for you to keep us in your life. Regardless of the other.”

“If I may speak,” Seonghwa stood up from his position on the floor, “If the general is saying that, you know something has changed.”

Hongjoong’s ears were a little red. “I’ve never seen her anger so high before. Your aura, Lieutenant, was beautiful.”

Seonghwa sported a lazy, smug smirk. “Ah, so I’m not the only one who sees that.”

“What are you saying, Hongjoong?” You demanded.

“If you come to me, burning with the anger that Seonghwa has stirred up in you, I can’t say no to that,” Hongjoong mumbled.

Seonghwa threw his head back, laughing and then bringing his hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, that’s refreshing.”

You shook a finger at Seonghwa. “Whatever you learn inside of this room will never leave, Park Seonghwa. You will not sully his name.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Seonghwa promised, although his eyes glittered with amusement.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “Then we are in agreement? I will continue to visit Seonghwa and when he, as you so aptly put it, Hongjoong, stirs me up with anger, I will come find you. And we will all be good little adults about this and not let it stir the pot?”

Hongjoong nodded. Seonghwa was smirking again. “What, Seonghwa?”

“Shouldn’t we seal it with a kiss?”

You rolled your eyes. “Really?”

“I haven’t had a kiss from you in a while, lover.” Seonghwa mock-pouted and you really wanted to hit him again but held back.

“Well, if it’s an agreement between the three of us, wouldn’t that mean a threeway kiss?” You lifted an eyebrow at him.

Seonghwa eyed Hongjoong curiously again. Hongjoong was caught between wanting to protest and not wanting to break the peace. Maybe you would have been better off just sticking with Wooyoung in the beginning. “Well?” You snapped, causing the both of them to jump slightly.

“We won’t have to share you in the future, right?” Hongjoong asked, still looking unsure.

"What's wrong, General?" Seonghwa moved to pull you against his body, "Worried you might be compared?"

"Seonghwa," You growled his name in warning.

"Who was here first?" Hongjoong intoned, "She's already compared you to me."

You laughed under your breath. "He's got you there, Seonghwa."

"And?" Seonghwa leaned down to speak directly into your ear, "Do I measure up?"

"I'm not playing this game," You declined, "Are we doing this kiss or not?"

"Did you ever imagine, after almost killing me, that you'd be kissing me?" Seonghwa prodded at Hongjoong.

"Seonghwa, I am going to kill you, seriously!" You shouted, stomping a foot in annoyance.

Seonghwa’s eyes became hooded and he tipped your head up with a chuck of his fingers. “Come here, Lover, give me all that anger.”

You struggled as Seonghwa kissed you but eventually melted into his embrace. His plush lips tempted you into forgetting everything else, just the slow seduction of his lips against yours. You were practically whining against his lips as you became wet just from the kiss. When Seonghwa released you from the kiss, you were a bit dazed and confused for a moment, that’s how sucked in you were from the one kiss.

“That is what I do for her,” Seonghwa purred to Hongjoong.

"Lieutenant," Hongjoong called for you and you slowly focused your eyes on your old Captain. "Come give me a kiss, and seal the deal."

You moved into Hongjoong’s arms in an almost dreamlike state and cupped his head. You kissed him softly, tenderly and not once did he take advantage of you; that's not how Hongjoong worked. He took everything you gave him, even smiling into the kiss. You felt your heart swell for your ex lover and then you were the one to end the kiss upruptly, terrified of how you had slipped into that mindset again.

Seonghwa’s face was unreadable, which was a first. "Did my lips taste good on hers?" He seemingly couldn't help but prod.

Hongjoong’s smile was gone and his own anger was back. "Can we have peace for more than a few seconds, Reaper?"

"You should know me better by now, General. I like a little chaos every now and then," Seonghwa chuckled.

"Then drink your fill."

It sounded like a threat from Hongjoong until he gripped the back of Seonghwa's neck and brought the taller man's lips down to his. Seonghwa’s eyes were wide and you jumped to intervene before things got messy but when Seonghwa’s eyes slowly closed and you saw a flash of tongue, your mouth dropped open instead.

"Ho-hongjoong?" You said in complete and utter disbelief.

Hongjoong let go of Seonghwa and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "He's a good kisser, I'll give you that."

Seonghwa smirked, crooked and wicked, and said "Mmm, your anger tastes yummy too, General."

You found that you were rubbing your eyebrows again. What the fuck did you just get yourself into???

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