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bbystark · 3 months ago

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♡ hate needing you ♡

logan howlette (wolverine) x reader

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summary: you have daddy issues, logan just has issues. together you make quite the toxic combination. based on this request by @v3lv3tf0x

⚠︎ smut, including oral, p in v, etc. unhealthy relationship, very very very minor dubcon. angst :(

a/n: girl i haven't written smut in forever, i was in front of my computer for two hours sweatin. won't be proofreading since it's almost 5k words and mommy is tired. eat it up!!!!

You and Logan are in a dangerous cycle. You know he barely even tolerates you, probably only likes you for the release he gets, both literally and figuratively. You’re not any better, clinging onto him for attention, seeking his validation to soothe your insecurities. You don’t even get much from him, and that’s exactly the thing that made it so dangerous for you. He dangles just enough in front of you to reel you in, only to shove you back just out of arm's reach.

Neither of you really realize it. At the surface you’re both aware you have a fair share of issues, things that you should really be working on as individuals. In the beginning of your toxic little dance Logan wanted nothing to do with it, and you similarly knew it was a dangerous path to head down.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

It all really started the first moment you laid eyes on him. You were recruited by Charles, another traumatized mutant that could make a difference. You met Logan weeks after you’d moved into the mansion, coming back in the middle of the night smelling like whiskey and cigars. That alone had heat rising to your cheeks. You were in the kitchen in a cute pajama set, shorts riding up as you lounged on a chair and satisfied your midnight craving. When he walked into the kitchen doorway, massive shoulders making the frame seem small, you suddenly had a very different midnight craving. He was half glaring at you, still tipsy and angsty from his all-day bender. It sent a thrill through you, like you were being reprimanded. You felt the sudden need to be in his good graces, to replace his glare with a smile.

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked while moving to the refrigerator and digging through the freezer. He pulls out a frost covered bottle of whiskey.

“I’m y/n,” you watch as he sits across the table from you, chair protesting his weight. “y/n y/l/n. I started a few weeks ago.”

He gives you a look, opening the bottle with his teeth and spitting the cork somewhere. You couldn’t help but stare. He takes it the wrong way in his hazy state, eyes connecting with yours as he takes several pulls from the bottle.

“Got a staring problem? If you wanted some you coulda just asked bub.” He leans over the table, clumsily pouring a shot into your empty water cup. You blush a little, feeling silly as you take the cup and swirl the liquid around. It’s not at all what you wanted, but you felt like you had to impress him for some reason.

He watched as you took a drink, eyebrows bunched together as you willed yourself not to spit it back into the cup. You coughed a little after it finally went down, wincing at the heat coating your throat. “That was disgusting.”

He threw his head back and laughed. It’s deep and rich and suddenly you’re laughing too. “Shoulda known you couldn’t handle it, little thing like you in those cute little pjs. Doesn’t exactly scream whiskey lover.”

You gave him a shy smile, and Logan tried very hard not to smile back, opting to take another swig of his “disgusting” whiskey instead.

“What’s your name?”

“Logan.”

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

The next morning Logan had woken up with a headache he knew would be gone within the next 15 minutes. He briefly recalls making it home, meeting you on his quest for more liquor. He’s almost embarrassed when he remembers he had laughed with you, even flirted a little. He had no interest in anything serious, not even a friend. He didn’t need one.

He leaves his room in search of coffee and breakfast, almost startled when he saw you a few doors down. You happened to be leaving too, having an early training session. He can’t help but let his eyes wander, taking in your much too tight and very girly workout attire. He clears his throat when he finds he’s been looking at your ass a little too long, and you whip around.

“Oh! Logan, hi. I didn’t see you there.” You notice he’s in the same clothes as last night. “Looks like we’re neighbors.”

“Looks like it.” He’s not smiling, sober and more guarded than he was the night before. “Cute clothes.”

He means it in a patronizing way, reverting back to his unpleasant demeanor. You don’t take it like that though, and everything in him is telling him to walk away when he sees pink dusting your cheeks.

“Thanks Logan,” you’re beaming. “I’m running late so I should go, but I’ll see you around?”

He doesn’t answer as you turn away and walk towards the gym.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

It’s like that for weeks. You never have any substantial conversations, only running into each other for short moments where you give him twirls to show off your latest outfit or ask if he likes how you did your hair that day. Sometimes he snaps at you, says your braids look like a rats nest or your top is too bright. Other times he gives you small hums of appreciation, a quick “looks good”. You thrive for the validation, and he doesn’t notice that you’ve slowly stopped wearing the things that garner a sour reaction from him.

He thinks you look pretty in everything, really, but he can’t stop himself from trying to put up a wall between you two, cutting off whatever ideas you have about being with him. He never goes too far, knows you take most of his insults as teasing, maybe even flirting.

However, after a few weeks of your little back and forth he does take it too far. He’s a little too tipsy and a little too desperate, and when he knocks on your door, you answer a little too fast. You’re in a big tshirt and fuzzy socks, looking so fucking soft and innocent as you peer up at him. “Logan? Everything all right?”

No, it wasn’t. He was drunk and angry about a lot of things, as usual. He desperately craved to not be angry, even if just for a second. He wanted something sweet and soft to bury himself into. That’s why he was here. He wasn’t dumb, even if you really didn’t know much about each other, he knew you had a crush. Knew you would say yes to whatever he asks. He feels bad that he’s here, but not enough to stop himself.

“Logan?” His nostrils are flaring and he hasn’t moved an inch since you opened the door. You’re beginning to get nervous. Before you can process it, he’s crossed the space separating you in one large step and pulled you into him. You almost slam into his body, your hands landing on his chest. He weaves a hand into your hair on the back of your head and pulls, your mouth opening in shock. He uses it as an opportunity to lower his head to yours, looking into your eyes before smashing his lips to yours.

It’s almost painful, the way he kisses you. But it’s also full of desperation and messy and neither of you can get enough. His tongue licks at your teeth and you surprise him by taking it in, sucking it gently. A low groan echoes in his chest, and you realize you’re throbbing already. He pulls away slightly, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip and slowly releasing. You open your eyes, getting a glimpse at his dark pupils before he promptly spins you around, one hand on your shoulder and one on your hip. He puts slight pressure on your shoulder, and you get the memo, slowly leaning forward until your front is flush with your mattress, your arms curled up on either side of you.

The position is vulnerable, and you find yourself pressing your thighs together and squirming in nervousness. He hasn’t said a single word to you, and you’re already dripping, feeling almost uncomfortably moist in your panties. You meet his eyes, shivering when his hands start exploring the pudgy skin of your thighs. The eye contact is too much, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You couldn’t believe you were here; you had fantasized about it plenty of times but now it was happening and it all felt so fast and yet not fast enough. The last thing you expected was him making the first move, you still weren’t convinced the man even like you. Yet here you were, bent over for him.

He pulls your shirt up and past your ass, an appreciative mumble falling from his lips when he discovers you’re only in panties. You can feel his callouses gently scrape your skin as he puts his hands on your ass, gently massaging. He takes his time, all other thoughts outside of fucking you slowly becoming silent. This is what he wanted, what he needed. A simple distraction. He spreads your cheeks lightly, and you clench around nothing when you feel a puff of air on your clothed folds.

Logan’s cock is already half hard and twitching at the sight of you. Hell, he was chubbed the second he started kissing you. He chalks that up to his dry streak and not because it’s you he was kissing. Sweet little you, who’s ruined her panties, and he hasn’t even really acknowledged you.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when he hears you whine and shift your hips closer to his face. “Please Logan. Want you.” You’re looking at him from the mattress, face flushed and lips puffy from his biting. You looked fucked out and all he’s done is kiss you. The thought spurs him on as moans lowly. He tears your panties from your hips, the sting of the fabric biting into skin almost too much in your needy state. They give easily, and his hands are back on your ass, spreading you open for him once again. This time he sees all of you, pretty folds glistening in the low light of your room and your clit uncomfortably swollen.

It’s a sight Logan will remember for a long time. “Jesus love, all this for me huh?”

Of course it was for him. You’d do anything he’d ask. Or didn’t ask, for christ sakes you were naked for him after the first kiss and no prior discussion. You didn’t care. Too lost in the high of what was to come.

You give him a whimper, you were going to break if he didn’t give you some type of stimulation soon. “All for you Logan, always, please just touch me, fuck me, anything you want just- please- do something.” Your desperation paired with the arch in your back as you search for friction has him throwing all decorum out of the window.

He licks from your clit to your dripping hole, nose dragging through the velvet wetness you’ve produced. He groans as he wraps his tongue around your clit and sucks for a few moments before returning to lapping at your folds. Your mind almost goes blank, tingles erupting throughout your body. One of your hands reach behind you blindly, trying to find some part of him to touch, keep you grounded. He notices and grabs your wrist, briefly pulling away from your sloppy cunt to grab your other wrist roughly, holding both in one hand as he continues eating you out like he’s starving.

You whimper at the constrictions he’s put you under, fists opening and closing in time with your toes curling as he pushes you to your peak. Your hips start to move on their own accord, and he finds himself chasing your wetness with every jerk of your hips. He growls when you twitch away a tad too much. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

You freeze immediately, and somehow even more blood rushes to your already puffy pussy. Good girl. You would be, you promised yourself. You’d be a good girl for him.

He pats your ass at your obedience, fingers slowly finding a pace on your clit. You want to writhe around and give yourself more friction, but you don’t, you want Logan to see that you’re being good and listening. You feel two fingers drag through your folds and moan when he begins slowly pressing them into your warm walls. You can feel his knuckles catch and you let out a curse as his fingers curl and bump that special spot that makes you go cross-eyed.

Logan is enraptured as he watches your hole flutter around his fingers, feeling a primal need to replace it with his cock. He curls his fingers over and over, watching your face as you whimper and moan into your sheets. His name falls from your lips, and he knows you're close. He pulls away then, your hips fall onto the bed, your knees wobbling. You’re about to protest until you see him reaching for his buckle, hastily pulling his belt from the loops then unzipping his fly. He shoves his pants down just enough to pull his cock out, hard and leaking. He gives himself a few pumps, squeezing at the base. You push yourself up, supporting yourself on your forearms as he puts one knee on the bed, leaning over you.

You get a better view of him from here, tip a soft red and pretty veins swollen with need. You almost want to reach out and take over for him. He uses his free hand to grab your chin, pulling your face to look at him. “You ready for me princess?”

You can only nod in response, teeth chewing on your lip nervously. His hand moves to wrap gently around your throat, hunching over to kiss you once more. Your neck strains as you try to kiss him impossibly deeper, craving the way he tasted. He’s the one who ends the kiss again, and you numbly wish you could just sit here and kiss him for hours. He pats your cheek smiling down at you. “Good girl.”

He moves off the bed, grabbing your hips and manhandling you into an upright position again. You feel even more wetness leak from you at how effortless he can move you around. You gasp when his tip drags through your folds, head catching on your clit. He does this a few times while gathering your wrists into his hands once more, using his other to begin pressing his aching cock into your warm walls. The tip pops in, and you feel yourself clench, hard. He lets out a loud moan.

“Fuck darlin, gonna strangle the damn thing.” You only moan in return and he smirks, using his hands that hold your wrists as leverage, pulling you back to sink onto his cock even further.

You close your eyes at the stretch, the pain being just enough to blur into mind numbing pleasure and fullness. His hips are flush to yours now, and he presses himself into your ass even more, addicted to the feeling of being balls deep inside you. He pulls out slowly, before snapping his hips forward. Your whole body moves with the force, and he tightens the grip he has on your wrists. He sets an unrelenting pace, your moans almost drowned out by his grunts and occasional shouts of curses.

You can feel every inch of him, adjusted to his size and clenching around him every time his balls slapped your clit. He releases your wrists in favor of grabbing your hips, slamming into them with a ferocity that you would feel in the morning. You’re far too turned on to care at the moment.

“Fuck Logan, just like that, I’m close, please-” He silences you with a slap to your ass, mind going blank with need when he sees red blooming across the soft skin. You clench harder this time. He’s grunting with every hard thrust he makes. “C’mon good girl, give it to me.”

That’s all it takes, your limbs go numb as your orgasm washes over you, euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading to your fingertips. Logan roars as he finishes, hearing your name fall from his lips like it’s the only word you’ve ever known. He likes hearing your moans more than he would like to admit.

His thrusts gradually slow, before coming to a stop, still twitching inside you as you go through the aftershocks. You catch your breath, panting and suddenly feeling very humid. He slips out of you carefully, almost tempted for round 2 when he catches a glimpse of his spend leaking from you. His head is starting to clear a little, and he realizes he’s put himself in an awkward position.

You’re smiling up at him, pupils still blown and hair messy. He finds himself not knowing what to say to you. So, he doesn’t say anything, just pulls his pants up and goes to your bathroom, coming back out with a rag. He tosses it to you. You clean yourself up, also feeling slightly awkward. He’s sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you.

“Do you wanna like, cuddle, maybe?”

He gives you a look and you almost wish you hadn’t asked. He rolls his eyes and stands; you think he’s going to leave until he’s pulling back your duvet and jerking his head towards you. You comply immediately, feeling giddy. Logan knows he should leave. Not give you any more mixed signals than he already has. But the guilt is starting to wiggle back into his brain, and he can’t say no.

He’s in jeans, and above the covers, but you’re comfortable regardless. Your head is on his chest, fingers playing with the edge of his shirt. You don’t say much to each other, but silently you’re happier than you have been in a long time. He came and seeked you out, fucked you good and hard, and now he’s (almost) cuddling you after. You’re over the moon. You fall asleep on his chest, satisfied and tired.

He leaves almost immediately after your eyes close. You wake up the next morning feeling hollow.

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Logan is afraid that night was like an invitation for more to you. The following weeks you’re stuck to him like glue, finding whatever room he’s in and sitting with him. “Accidentally” making too much dinner and forcing him to share a meal with you. You still ask him stupid questions, “do you like my nails?��, “look at my form, isn’t it better than last week?”, “do these shoes look dumb?”.

It’s getting on his nerves. However, he does figure out the best way to get you to shut up is to get you on your knees with his cock down your throat.

Logan has shoved all guilt deep down, rationalizing his shitty behavior with the logic that you’re both using each other. It’s what he tells himself when he finds himself at your door multiple times a week half hard and in need of release.

Then, once again, Logan takes it too far. He comes back from a mission with the X-men, already on edge after a disagreement with Scott. All he wants is to take off for a week with his motorcycle and drink so much his body will have to regenerate a whole new liver from scratch. He almost runs into you, too busy storming to his stash of whiskey to bother being aware of his surroundings. He instinctively grabs your arm to keep you from falling back, steadying you before letting go.

“Logan! You’re back!” Your eager voice is too much for him right now. “I finally finished the book I stole from you, I really liked it! I was about to eat lunch if you want me to make you something and maybe we can talk-”

“No.” Logan is glaring at you.

“What?”

“I said no kid. You’re up my ass 24/7, can’t even settle in after a mission without you finding me and being fucking annoying.” He’s snarling at you, face inches from yours and using his height to intimidate. It works, and you shrink into yourself.

“Logan I’m sorr-”

“Save it, your desperate little attempts at getting my approval are pathetic. Almost makes me feel sorry for you. Leave me the fuck out of it, I don’t want anything to do with you. You got that?” He doesn’t let you answer, pushing it out of his mind when he sees your eyes sparkle with tears. He continues stomping down the hall.

You watch as he leaves, shocked tears making their way down your cheeks. You had no idea you had pushed things too far with Logan. Wasn’t he the one just a few short weeks ago pounding on your door and then pounding you without as much as a hello? You knew he would get irritated with you, make snippy comments and roll his eyes at you constantly. But without fail he’d always come back and make it up with a sweet smile the next day. This time was different. There was no teasing, no hint of affection hidden behind the insult. This time he was serious.

He didn’t want you around. You feel the pressure of a panic attack coming on, putting a hand on your chest and pressing hard to try to hold it together. You knew this would happen. You put all your eggs into one basket and now you’re screwed. You didn’t mean to pin so much of your self worth onto Logan, but it was hard not to when a simple compliment from him had your confidence higher than it had ever been your entire life. Even the insults were addicting, deluding yourself into believing he wouldn’t tease you so much if part of him didn’t enjoy having you around.

You feel stupid, and angry, angry that you once again put your trust into a man who didn’t care for it. Part of you wants to run after him, scream, cry, kiss him, anything to get him to see how he hurt you, get him to come back. You scoff at yourself. Fat chance. If he didn’t want you around, then you wouldn’t be around.

Your panic has subsided for the moment, but you make your way to your room, feeling like a good cry in the comfort of your own space might help the pit in your stomach. Hours later, cried out and nursing a massive headache, you realize it didn’t help at all.

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Logan hasn’t seen you in days. He tries not to think about it. He knows he snapped a little too hard, said some things he didn’t completely mean, but he figured you’d be over it now. That you’d stop pouting and find him, asking if he liked some stupid skirt or hair clip. He hates that he misses your little fashion shows. He caves, and eventually begrudgingly asks Scott if she’s seen you.

“Y/n? Yeah I saw her a few hours ago getting food. Why? Finally figure out she’s avoiding you?”

Logan bristles at that. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Scott continues, pressing his luck. “Yeah, right. I don’t know what you said this time, but maybe next time you should be a man and let her down easy, or better yet, don’t lead her on in the first place. She’s hurt man, and that’s on you. Leave it alone for once.”

Logan is dangerously close to starting a fight, claws inching out of his knuckles. Scott decided he’s made his point, and leaves without giving Logan a second glance. He has half a mind to follow the fucker, but he stays put.

Scott thought that him saying something would be helpful, he didn’t know you all that well but from what Jean has told him, Logan has a way of leaving the worst kinds of marks on people. He figured if you wouldn’t stand up to Logan, maybe he could advocate on your behalf.

He doesn’t know that, if anything, Logan wants to deny the truth even harder now that Scott decided to act like he knew everything. He wants to believe the opposite of what Scott told him. You weren’t upset, you were just busy. He wasn’t leading you on, you knew what you were signing up for. What the fuck did Scott know?

Leave it alone.

He should, he really should. For your sake. You might be overbearing and too excited at times, but you don’t deserve the way he treats you. He wishes he could do it, treat you right and be there for you. But he can’t, and there’s no use imagining it. There’s a mile-thick concrete wall around his perimeter, designed to keep him from experiencing the person he loves ripped away from him. He can’t go through that again.

He wants to though; it makes him sick when he realizes. At some point between hours of animalistic sex and your soft smiles he had lost a little piece of himself to you.

He goes into a blind rage, punching the wall behind him and slicing anything within arm's reach. He’s angry at himself for not walking away the first day he met you, for being drunk and stupid and making your first experience with him too pleasant. He could’ve ignored you, never even learned your name and kept it that way. But he didn’t.

He doesn’t want to admit that he really was the one who started all of this.

Rather than take any responsibility or process his feelings, he finds himself marching to your room, footsteps heavy and rhythmic. He doesn’t want to be the bad guy again, doesn’t want to be angry at Scott or himself or the world. So, he’s back where he started, outside your door.

You open it timidly, eyes dim and hair not put up like usual. You look depressed. You are depressed, not that you would tell him that. You feel numb as you stare up at him, having a good idea of why he was here. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into a hug. He lifts you slightly, walking you over to your bed and sitting down carefully, bringing you onto his lap. Your muscles are tense, he’s never hugged you before, it feels weirdly intimate. You can’t bring yourself to push him away.

“M’sorry. M’so so sorry.” He whispers into your hair, smoothing the baby hairs sticking up with a gentle hand. You lose it when he kisses your forehead with more tenderness than you'd ever experienced. You’re softly crying, grasping onto his shirt and shoving your face into his chest.

You don’t want to keep doing this over and over. You want to feel okay without Logan around, you don’t want to need him. Unfortunately, as he’s kissing his way down your neck and mumbling “Let me make it better, at least for a little while,” you don’t have it in you to break the cycle today.

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aces-and-angels · 5 months ago

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URGENT PSA: DELETED GFMS UPDATE- PLEASE READ

the detective hat is screwed on tight gang- i just remembered that the wayback machine exists and have been able to gather some additional information regarding the deleted gfm campaigns for omar, raina, and iman:

all the info is under the cut

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see the info on the site yourselves by using the following links:

iman: https://www.gofundme.com/f/jhcjrv-help-imans-family-find-safety omar: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-to-evacuate-from-the-genocide ran/raina: https://www.gofundme.com/f/displaced-gaza-family-seeks-help-after-war-destroys-lives

my hunch was correct: these campaigns were not formatted in the way gfm requires in order to stay operational. i detailed the common reasons why gfm's may be terminated in a response post to @rubashabansblog but i will include it again here:

ruba- i have figured out the following info from my own research. there are several issues that can result in a gfm being suspended. the biggest issue comes from how the actual campaign is written. the key is being transparent. that means everyone that is benefiting from the campaign must be listed out by name (there may be a rule about specifying any minors/kids' ages as well) + locations. the issue also may be linked to whoever is organizing these campaigns on behalf of these families. another part that needs to be addressed fully is who will be handling the money. essentially if at any point in the transfer of funds someone is responsible for holding the money raised, they need to be listed on the account plainly and on the actual donation page as well. example: person a is organizing this fundraiser on behalf of person b. the last issue i can think of from everything i've read involves keeping an accurate account of the family's expenses. meaning that you need to write down everything that you are spending the money on. since there's no way to print actual receipts- gfm is asking people to write everything down on their notes app with their phones. these notes count as "receipts" and the total amount must always equal the amount the person/people are trying to raise. example: say i am raising $10K to evacuate, but am planning on putting aside $3K for other future living expenses like rent -> all of that needs to be documented fully. basically- as long as goal amounts match up to your expense report- the campaign should be fine. i understand that some families may need to keep raising their goals in order to cover the cost of living before they are able to evacuate. if that is the case- each time they raise/decrease the goal- i believe they need to update their gfm page to address the new total costs for their fundraiser. please forward this information to the affected families when you get the chance 🖤 perhaps this new info can help them solve the problem on their end *edit: another problem i forgot to mention- the currencies must match between the fundraiser and the bank account it is linked to. this means that if the fundraiser is in euros-- the bank tied to the account must also be in a country that uses euros as their primary currency. a US-based bank account would not work if the fundraiser is in euros.

all three campaigns have the same characteristics: not enough info is being disclosed in the fundraisers. another common theme: they are all recently made (may 2024). the decision to evacuate is a painful choice for families to make as none of want to be displaced yet again- but the situation in gaza has prompted many families to make this decision in an attempt to save themselves + their loved ones. the issue is that many of those who are now choosing to make campaigns are not aware of the ins and outs of how to properly start a gfm (+ i'm most certain there are other factors at play as to why this keeps happening to families in desperate need of aid).

this is bound to happen again and again unless this information is being spread widely. which is why i am also asking for this:

please share this w/ anyone who is fluent in arabic that can translate this in its entirety (DO NOT TRY TO USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE). i have a lot of new followers from 🇵🇸, some of them with newly made gfm pages that may be at risk of being frozen if they do not correct the issues i've addressed above. this information is vital to ensuring they are able to continue fundraising.

i have seen campaigns launched in june formatted similarly to the three that have been abruptly terminated. obtaining a stable internet connection in gaza requires people to put themselves at greater risk as they travel to locations with a working signal. people have been brutally murdered by just trying to activate the e-sims being sent over. so it makes sense that these newer campaigns made by these families would not have all the necessary info required- as these guidelines may be difficult to obtain on their end/may be worded in a way they cannot understand (you try reading the terms and policies of gfm yourself and tell me how fast your brain shuts off- and you're doing so in the comfort of your own homes. imagine what it's like to do so while facing constant bombardment).

a mutual of mine has already tried to contact gfm on behalf of omar- and they have informed me of gfm's response to their question:

Omar has already contacted them and is apparently in contact with the team according to the person i chatted with. they cannot disclose to me *why* the fundraiser was terminated they said they are working with Omar to solve the issue. if the issue cannot be solved, the money will be refunded to everyone... ^ this "contact" is likely using the same chatbox the rest of us need to use in order to even speak to a representative at gfm one-on-one. a very annoying system, but unless someone has a direct line to gfm- it is our only option.

we need to mobilize right now and put pressure on gfm to give these families the time they need to rework their campaign pages.

through the wayback machine i was able to figure out the organizers for each campaign.

omar is the organizer for his own -> says he is located in vienna but that is in direct conflict w/ the location he says he is in under the fundraiser info (displaced in rafah). i'm unsure if he has a contact in vienna that is actually the one responsible for holding/transferring the money, but this information needs to get to them so they can try to fix the issue ASAP

the other two have beneficiaries listed, but there could be additional problems with how that whole thing is currently set up.

i still do not know the emails for raina/iman's gfm's (and the wayback machine doesn't let you see the contact info on the archived pages 😓) but- we can try to mobilize right now for omar. he is absolutely devastated and has lost hope that he will be able to recuperate the money he has already raised. this is not the time for the rest of us to lose faith in his cause.

for anyone interested in helping out- i have laid out all this information so you can question gfm directly. if you come in knowing your stuff, they may be more receptive in their responses than the first initial attempts. please contact me directly if you wish to email on omar's behalf so i can forward you his email linked to the gfm account.

tagging for more reach: @appsa @palms-upturned @malcriada

#not choices #signal boost #🍉#sorry for any typos #this is hella long but pls read it all the way through

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emilykaldwen · 3 months ago

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FFWAD 24 - Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn

For my first foray into this yearly celebration with @renegadeguild, I picked the brilliant and fantastic story, Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn. Misa has taken the fantastic AU premise 'What if Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce had kids?' and has run with it in the most delicious and satisfying way. The story isn't complete, but the first 'arc' has a good stopping point at a whopping 160k words, which made for the chonkiest book you could imagine.

This was the twelth book I've bound (both fic and rebinds of old favorites) and I tried several new techniques for it including rounding and backing the spine. I also stretched my legs in the formatting department and went all in with the interior. That meant ordering some special springhill paper to do these fantastic maps for the endpages. Full details behind the cut!

Typesetting: Normally I've kept my settings pretty minimal as I got used to the ins and outs of InDesign (during this, I did purchase Affinity Publisher and might end up moving to that, but I'm finally getting the hang of ID and you can pry it from my cold hands). I really wanted to mimic some of the interior of Fire & Blood for this, so I hunted down the fonts used and took an image of the decorative banner you see on the sides to use for the chapter openers. I also wanted to include timelines and family trees in true historically inspired fantasy tradition.

The family tree was created based off of the author's spreadsheet in Google Drawing, which I found to be the easiest thing to use when it comes to creating chaotic family trees like this (In the past I'd used lucid chart for a printable version, but google worked better here).

the timeline is honestly my favorite thing and I learned how to use tables in ID for the first time. I'm incredibly pleased with it. The formatting is based upon the line of kings in the source. The timeline covers the events of the first arc as printed in this particular story.

The chapter openers are some of my favorite! As the children are proud to be House Royce, I wanted to reflect that. The runes you see behind the Chapter number and title are the Floki font and name the character whose the POV for each chapter.

Since there's plenty of High Valyrian spoken and the author doesn't include the translations within narrative, it was the perfect moment to set up footnotes. I'll absolutely be doing this for my own story when I bind it!

Rounding and Backing: So this was a total adventure, but I really wanted the old book feel. I made the mistake of pressing the book for too long and lost a lot of the swell in the spine to round but it worked out AND I managed to back it a little bit. Since I wasn't doing cord tapes for the spine (this was a version of the three piece bradel), I had to troubleshoot. I ended up cutting strips of the leather cord I bought from michaels and laminating those pieces together and placing them on the oxford hollow on the spine (given how thick the book is, I wanted to give it as much structural strength as possible). The 'leather' covering you see is actually the craft leather (polyester) from Dollar Tree and it's pretty awesome but definitely has difficulties staying put with glue. I followed the normal procedure and slathered both sides up and used twine to compress the bookcloth along those leather pieces. there's a little gaping in some places which I think would help if I'm able to properly apply backing paper to the polyester.

HTV do's and don'ts: Hi! don't be me and forget to apply your teflon sheets before applying the HTV because then you fuck with the polyester but it's not too bad. The other pro-tip is to gently apply the iron to the cover so it's warm before applying the HTV so it can start to stick. I had to apply the front cover in three pieces and do the title twice. Also, it's really difficult to apply HTV to a rounded spine so I'll have to figure out how to set up the spine and cover before applying (since there's a certain amount of stretching the bookcloth over the spine). The spine might end up having to be regular adhesive vinyl for that. Also, it's stupidly hard to find metallic HTV in bronze.

Front matter and final thoughts: The bronze dragon was a lucky find through an extensive google search, and the runes surrounding it are 'we remember with fire and blood', a combination of House Royce and House Targaryen's words. Seems fitting four Yorick, Ella, and Aemon! The copyright page is mimicked off the source's style, including the AO3 information, the creative commons and fair use information, the guild stamp, a QR code to the AO3 page, and my own press stamp! The summary is pulled from AO3 as well.

All in all, I made this book twice and I loved it and learned so much every time.

I'm so happy with this project and I'm so excited to do the next arc! Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful story, Misa!

#bookbinding #my bookbinding #renegadelovesfic #fanbinding #ffwad #house of the dragon #hotd fic #misa tag

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lemon-bread-slice · 6 months ago

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Swedishbeans continues

Iskall is now the ambassador of both the 'Fuck Around and Find Out' club, and the 'Fuck it, we Ball' association, congratulations.

If you're not up to date, let me fill you in:

His new big idea to officially say goodbye to Joel (not that he hasn't done that like 3 times already) is to dig a stereotypical 'Tunnel of Love' under his own base, trick Joel into a boat with promises of a silly new fishing glitch, and drop him into it. They'll then ride through it while listening to a custom record disk of Iskall singing "When We Were Young" by Adele, acapella, with dispensers that fire flowers and fireworks. Finally (possibly) they'll enter separate boats at the end to figuratively and literally 'part ways'.

The tunnel itself is straight, bare, TNT-bored, and decorated by occasional spams of various pink, magenta and red blocks though it's 80% stone. The ceiling is covered in cherry leaves hiding froglights (bought from Etho's shop).

There have also been discussions of various custom paintings, including but not limited to:

Edits of him and Joel

Him and Jimmy (at the end of the ride, to show he's moved on)

Lizzie and/or Etho but crossed out

A quote from Iskall: "Do i ever go too far? No. If anything I should go further-"

May I remind you all that this man has several hundreds of diamonds of housing investment for flats that he has yet to build?

I love minecraft youtube

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft s10 #hc s10 #is this really hermitshipping when it's the hermits doing the shipping?? eh i'll tag it to be safe #hermitshipping #swedishbeans #iskall85 #joel smallishbeans #all that plays in my head every time something happens with them is randy feltface “AND THE PLOT THICKENS!”#lemon rambles #liveblogging #sorta

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galaxygermdraws · 2 months ago

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Finally designing the Sonic cast. or. at least. Some of them. There are too many characters in this franchise these are just the ones I think about the most often. So uh. Ya. I will leave any notes under the cut since I have a lot, although not every character will have notes because we haven't explored every character (and share them with @shadesofvermillionvoid)

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

Sonic

Sonic's earring is Chip's bracelet. I don't think Sonic particularly likes having anything on his wrists, and Sonic Forces made that worse

The regulators are based directly on Sonic Prime, as I love the regulators in that show and think the idea of giving Sonic something similar to Shadow's Inhibitor Rings makes a lot of sense

He got those little markings due to accidentally absorbing some of Chaos' DNA

Tails

Tails has goggles like in Sonic Boom, because I like Boom Tails' design

He still has his robotic bits from Sonic Lost World, he still managed to keep his free will, but what happened was Zavok used his ability to control robots to force Tails to fight Sonic. Since then, Tails has updated his cybernetics so he can filter out any suspicious frequencies that could take his free will.

The cannon arm from Lost World is now basically like the guns from Mario and Rabbids, where you hold it in your hand and it like covers your arm. It's like that

Tails is a skeptic. This is the funniest bit but also thanks to Boom (the bad luck episode) it has some precedence

Knuckles

Knuckles in our lore is deeply spiritual (we are developing Mobian belief systems because we are Insane) , and the first time he saw Sonic he noticed he looked similar to the murals in Hidden Palace. So when Sonic turned out to be good, that made sense to him, as Sonic was common in a lot of prophetic murals around the island.

Knux actually thought Sonic was a god at first. Then he saw him choke on a Chili Dog.

He put beads around his spines after the events of Sonic Forces, since the war was over and he could relax for the first time in months.

Amy

Amy, like Knuckles, actually has a deep connection to her belief systems. We haven't figured out everything exactly, but she and Knuckles quickly bond over this aspect of their lives

I styled her quills differently because I kind of like giving her something that makes it obvious she is a hedgehog

Similarly, I gave her a back spine, and the hedgehog nose, since I had never realized she has the same kind of nose as Tails or Cream

Shadow

Shadow wears eye makeup. He puts it on every morning. For a while he had to have help with it (from both Rouge and Amy), but eventually figured out how to do it himself

He has yellow sclera due to the Black Arms blood. Similarly, he has a longer tail than most Mobian hedgehogs, and he cannot retract his fangs. His blood is green

He has some less favorable urges. Mostly related to the whole "Black Arms feed on living creatures" things, but they don't crop up often

He and Rouge have matching earrings

Rouge

I based her design off of Sonic Prime because I honestly prefer that design more. One because she looks like an actual spy, and two because it's based on her Sonic Heroes design. Similarly, she has Prim's hair tuft

Gave her the bat nose a lot of people do because I like the way it looks

I don't have a lot of thoughts about Rouge as of right now I am so sorry.

She and Shadow have matching earrings

Silver

Silver has a lot more scrapes and burns from his future, even though it's been fixed several times

He is displaced from time. He doesn't feel connected to his current future, especially since in our lore he is one of the few people to remember Sonic 06 (it's because in our lore, Timeline B Silver got his powers from Mephiles, in the sense that those time powers had to go SOMEWHERE after the timeline reset.)

I am going to be designing a weird messed up form for Silver (like Werehog or Doom Morph for Sonic and Shadow) based probably on Mephiles to some extent

Blaze

Like Silver, she has remnants of powers from the previous timeline. She already had fire powers in Timeline A, but she has much stronger ones now, as she still has Iblis inside of her, although the powers are no longer destructive, as they were never provoked

Her dimension is actually a result of Solaris ceasing to exist. That power still existed and had to go somewhere, so it ended up resulting in the Sol Dimension.

#sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #amy the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #sonic #ask to tag #germdraws #germ draws

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imrllytootiredforthis · 2 years ago

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Hiya, I was reading your "how txt would sound in bed" post and was wondering if you could do the same for Stray kids :)

Your writing is amazing, thank you so much💙✌️

starting off with channie, he's not too loud i don't think.

he is very breathy and kinda more on the throaty side. that's just when he's trying to be quiet though, when you're in his studio and the boys are in the next room or and your hand just feels so good moving up and down his sensitive cock, he feels like he's losing his mind.

he isn't too much louder when you're alone but i do feel like he would be so much more whiny and when he's not whining, he's moaning and he moans with his accent and dear lord.

lixie's moans would be so pretty, so deep and rich omg. just like his deep voice normally, his moans would be the exact same.

but also in my heart and soul i think that if he got into it (if you played with his nipples), his voice would get several octaves higher.

he'd keen and mewl a lot, getting so much more vocal when he's about to cum, whining high and cute.

he'll be going red when you point it out, fucking hell imagine him with sweater paws, getting fucked out of his mind but you saying his moans are the cute is the most embarrassing thing in this moment and he just covers his face with the sweater paws with a cute little 'stoooop'.

honestly, hyunjin took me a little while because i couldn't figure it out. after some contemplation though i've come to a conclusion,

he'd be kinda a middle range in volume, not too loud or too quiet, but that changes depending on the situation.

he really is a performer and that doesn't change in bed at all. even if he's getting railed so hard he's seeing stars he still keeps note of exactly what sets you off.

exactly which noises he makes seem to illicit that hungry look in your eye. he changes based on what you like, plays with you by using it against you. whether you like him quieter or louder (you better like him louder or i don't trust you) he notices and then it's just a game to see how long it is until he starts making them in a non-sexual way in your normal life, waiting for the moment you'll snap and fuck him against the kitchen counter.

now my sweet little brat lee know would grunt and groan a lot pretty quietly because he doesn't want to moan and let you know how good he feels.

when he gets really close though or falls into subspace, he just gets so completely overwhelmed with pleasure that he really can't care anymore, utterly debauched sounds falling from those puffy lips, all swollen from how much he's bitten them. super loud and super ruined, any and every curse under the sun gasped or whined out.

it's really adorable to see him going from somewhat composed, but clearly trying his best to stay that way and then just melt away with the pleasure, dissolving into a mess, a slave to the sensations that you give him<33

the cute little puppy seungmin, he pants a lot, whimpers a bit, akin to a puppy-

but he isn't that loud in general, he'll have to place his mouth right by your ear for you to hear his tiny mewls and whispers for more, honestly it's pretty perfect for when you're pegging him in mating press or missionary, and his face is buried into your neck

he'll happily make himself a bit louder just for you but only if you ask him nicely-and only if puppy gets a reward

my little perv jisung, babygirl's a shrieker for sureee, gasping, moaning, screaming, losing the very concept of composure, thoughts a jumbled mess just because of how good you make him feel.

gives zero fucks for anyone else around-i've said it a million times and i'll say it again, there is not a single ounce of concern for common decency when he moans out loudly from the vibrating plug up his ass in a public area.

dirty talker 10000%, learned it all from the absolutely sinful-*sigh*, just check his browser search history. baby's got a mouth on him and will not shut up unless you gag him.

he also definitely gets upset when you tell him that he has to be quiet, pouting and maybe even shedding a tear, asking why you don't wanna hear his noises.

binnie, he would sound so cuteee-

it really depends where you are because he's really shy and if you're anywhere that people would possibly walk in on you (gym locker room) it's gonna be heavy breathing and the tiniest n e e d i e s t little 'please' e v e r

and he isn't that loud to begin with but when you're in private, just the two of you, looking up at you with the sweetest cutest doe eyes in the world,

then he really feels like he can lose himself into all of the sensations, he loses it real quick tbh just of how sensitive he is and can hardly bring himself to be quiet.

and lastly, with innie, poor baby just gets so overwhelmed and so flustered, he'll try to cover his face and muffle his moans until you pull his hands away (or tie them over his head). even then though he won't let you really hear him, biting his lip or swallowing the moan crawling up his throat

he'll try to bury his face into your skin, trying to distract himself, take his mind off of how good he feels while marking you all up,

when he finally does let you hear him though-it really should be a crime that he didn't let you sooner, absolutely heavenly, absolutely sinful, wholly and utterly delectable. soft whimpers and full moans, ughhhh.

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ceratedfish24 · 8 days ago

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People REALLY liked my Scottho post, which I thought might get maybe 17 notes if even that, so, uh, here’s a dabble based on literally one line towards the end of Etho’s 5th episode of Wild Life.

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“Best Decision I’ve Ever Made” -Etho

The rain lashed against the cobblestone roof above Scott’s head. For the sake of privacy and as a defense mechanism against Impulse and Cleo’s snoring, Pearl and Scott had put up cherry wood walls between the four color coordinated beds in the small base. Scott had thought about putting a window by his bed, but he figured it was best to keep his enemies from being able to see into his base in a death game. The blankets were heavy, and Scott was lying on his stomach, completely limp. His cerulean eyes drooped. Grian’s games were fun, but they were also exhausting. If he was being honest, his favorite part came after the games, when he was curling up in his bed with his cat and sleeping for hours and hours after a whole pot of pasta.

There was a knock on the door.

Scott’s shoulders had just settled into the mattress, but he shoved himself up from the bed. His chest was heaving just from pulling himself onto his knees on his bed, and he took a moment to decompress from that effort alone. Nobody else was going to answer the door. Scott is nothing if not selfless. He puts his weight onto his left hand, feeling it sink into the sheets, and swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

The teal haired man stumbled his way to the door of his room and leaned against the frame, running his hands through his bed head. If he was going to answer the door in the middle of the night, he may as well look the best he can manage to represent his team. Scott’s feet dragged themselves to the front of their base, shoulders sagging. Impulse’s snores were faint, but they were audible. Scott pulled his head up to look through the small window in the door. A black eye and a red eye looked back at him. The blue haired man shot upright.

“Etho?” Scott swung the door open towards himself. The poor man’s white hair dripped and sagged over his headband, covering it completely. Etho’s eyes were as sunken in as Scott’s, and they were almost hidden in the dark of the night. Water rushed down his skin, dappled with sun and age. The torches covering the base were like a bonfire outlining Etho’s lean frame. Scott was starting to think he had overdone it with the mob spawn-proofing.

“I know this-” Etho couldn’t finish his sentence, before Scott was dragging him inside by his dripping vest. Scott was too tired to notice how Etho’s eyes dropped to look at his lips, momentarily confused as to the blue boy’s intentions.

“What are you doing out here?” Scott slammed the door shut behind them and practically threw himself into his team’s storage. He fished out the thickest wool blankets they had. Cleo had prepared them for the team during the early days of the game, before they had walls and a roof over their heads to keep out the wind. They didn’t need such heavy blankets now that they were in a safe little abode, but Scott was a hoarder. This was exactly why. He wrapped them securely around Etho’s shoulders, and his hands brushed Etho’s neck. The white haired man was ice cold, but he wasn’t shaking. Scott knew cold like nobody else. Etho should be freezing. His teeth should be chattering, and his nose should be running. Maybe Scott would never understand how Etho had managed to reach such a point in his life that such conditions were normal to him.

“Bdubs stole my bed,” Etho shrugged, hugging the blankets closer to him, digging his fingers into the fabric. “You have- uh. Thank you,” Scott would not have been surprised if Etho was about to admit that he hadn’t seen a blanket in weeks. “I know that I was the one who said that we- uh, that we would keep it, keep this alliance on the downlow, but…”

Scott blew on his hands several times and pressed them against Etho’s masked jaw. It was tense. That must be why his teeth weren’t chattering. Etho stared at Scott. The tension in his shoulders, even under the thick wool, visibly relaxed, and his head dropped into Scott’s palms, which felt like a fireplace on Etho’s face. The stiffened joints in Etho’s neck audibly cracked, and Scott could practically feel the knots in Etho’s shoulders and upper back unraveling.

“You don’t have to apologize for wanting to be warm,” Scott murmured. Thumbs rubbed Etho’s cheekbones, which seemed to jut from his face. The blue haired boy made a mental note to feed this lanky man.

Part of Scott wanted to pull Etho’s head into his neck and cradle his shoulders, letting the man put all his, admittedly very minimal for such a tall survivalist of a man, weight on him. He pulled away instead. Scott pulled a towel out from the chest monster and draped it over Etho’s head. A surprised little “oh!” squeaked out of Etho’s throat, as Scott dug his hands into the towel and mussed Etho’s soaked hair, doing his best to dry it. Trying his best to keep his head still, Etho squeezed his eyes closed, as Scott bunched the towel in his hands on Etho’s scalp. The redstoner’s hair was pretty short. Scott didn’t have to try too hard to get it dry enough.

“Uh, do you have an extra, an extra bed?” Etho shuffled in place and rolled his shoulders. Scott did not have an extra bed, nor did he have the resources to make one. The G’s had yet to move their livestock, so shearing sheep would require a fifteen minute run to and from the island far from the rest of the bases in the rain and darkness.

“Yeah. It’s in that room,” Scott handed Etho a water bottle and nodded to his own room, pulling the blanket off of Etho. “You go ahead. I should set up a hook in here to dry this.”

Reluctantly, Etho pulled his mask down. Scott turned away respectfully, but he could hear Etho drinking. He sounded like he hadn’t had fresh water in a year, before he made his way to the ‘spare’ room. He stood in the doorway for a moment and looked back at Scott. The dry man did his best to ignore it, pretending everything was normal. Scott wrung the water out of the blanket in his hands and draped it over his shoulder, opening the chests to look for the materials for a tripwire hook. Etho’s eyes softened, and he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.

“This is your room,” Etho stated. Scott huffed and half-heartedly picked through a chest for string.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scott tried.

“I’m tired, Scott. I’m not clueless. The whole room is blue,” Etho argued. Scott threw the blanket onto the chests.

“We don’t have a fifth bed,” Scott mumbled, defeated, and looked up at the taller man. Etho shrugged nonchalantly. He hadn’t pulled his wet mask up. His lips had a scar running through them. It looked like it might have been from the same attack that scarred over his eye. Scott ignored that he was looking at Etho’s lips.

“So I’ll sleep on the blanket.”

“Absolutely not.” The blue haired boy sped over to Etho and practically tossed him onto the teal sheets. Scott closed the bedroom door behind him. “You’re not a stray fighting for scraps on the street anymore, sir. You’re my teammate, and no less.”

Scott tugged the blankets from under Etho and tossed them onto his frozen form. The warmth from when Scott was still under the sheets not too long ago seeped into Etho’s muscles. The older man had little time to react before Scott climbed in next to him, wrapping his arms around Etho’s neck and tucking Etho’s damp head under his chin. Etho didn’t know what to do with his cold hands. It seemed rude to press them against Scott’s warm shoulder blades. Scott’s neck felt scorching against Etho’s frozen nose. He doesn’t know when he had begun to let his body shiver.

“...If you insist,” Etho whispered. Scott’s hands ran through his damp hair. They felt like a mug of hot chocolate after a day in the snow. He felt like he was melting. “This is, like, the best decision I’ve ever made, I think.”

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Thanks for reading my little drabble!!🩵

#trafficblr #smajor #scott smajor #ethoslab #trafficshipping #scottho #wild life smp #i might make them kiss👀we’ll see #i wrote this in like an hour it just flowed out of me #i couldn’t stop or else i think i would’ve just died #they’re such an interesting pair i want more of them #drabble #scottho drabble #really tried to convey the weight of exhaustion with this one #the human body is heavy and we do not always have the strength or energy to hold it up

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k1ngpin42 · 7 months ago

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I actually love jealous abs/ abs after you’ve been teasing her typa shit 🙏😔idk if this makes sense but I WOULD GO FERAL if u wrote more of those

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪: “ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴏ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?"

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More jealous Abby for one of my fav supporters @mitski-lovesems

Warnings: 18+, (all receiving) strap on, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, masturbating, accidental squirting, rough Abby, edging, overstimulation, minors DNI

In the WLF base, there was a rule of thumb among soldiers that if you returned from patrol without a sore back, arm, leg, or any other part of the body, you hadn’t been doing enough. While in essence, a joke, the amount of times you had personally been launched from high places, stabbed, shot, beaten up, etc was a proper issue. Thankfully, the medical team had a trained physiotherapist to ease the pain. A slightly older woman was your favourite, she would dig her thumbs into the knotted muscles in your back, help you stretch, and give you exercises to ease the pain between visits with her. She always drew cute little drawings on your exercise notes. Her writing was beautiful, too, not unlike her face and figure, with a beautiful complexion of subtle freckles, pretty black hair with waves up to her shoulder, and a smile of perfectly in tact teeth that only illuminated how little she was in danger compared to the rest of the WLFS.

You were sort of oblivious to her flirting with you, mistaking it for friendliness. When your girlfriend and number one scar killer discovered your exercise instructions, written so sweetly by said physiotherapist, covered in hearts and little drawn cats, she was less than impressed.

“The fuck is this?” Abby practically spat, stalking towards you, note in hand. You looked at her blankly.

“My exercise instructions? They’ve actually been helping quite a lot, not as much as the massages though-“

“Massages? The fuck are you talking about?” You eye her softly, not understanding where her anger was coming from.

“You know Miranda?” Her eyes darkened.

“The one half the men and their girlfriends want to sleep with? Yeah, I know of her.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t know that…anyway, you know how I was telling you about that shooting pain I get in my back? She rubs out the muscles, it feels really g-“

“Take off your fucking clothes.” Abby interrupts. Your eyes widen, a small smile fighting to appear on your face at the anticipation of what she could and would do to you.

“It feels really nice with her thumbs on my bare skin.”

“Bare?” She demands, ripping the jeans off of your body.

“Yeah, I have to take my top off-“ She shuts you up with a deep kiss, her tongue so deep inside you that a desperate whine ripples through you. She breaks the kiss right as you thought you would lose oxygen.

“Lie down.” Your cheeks flush, she’s always been so damn sexy when she’s all authoritative like this.

“Here? Right on this bench?” You question while she pulls apart your button up shirt, leaving only the bottom half of it on you and showing your pretty bra.

“Right. Here.” Abby groans, sucking on your neck and immediately leaving a dark mark there.

“Abby it’ll show…” You exclaim, and she gives you a warning look. You know her when she’s like this. Barely talking, only taking what she fucking wants. You shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t ask questions, all she wants it to fuck you into a new plane of existence. You really didn’t understand what brought this on though, you truly didn’t think of your physiotherapist in any way other than a good physio.

“Good. It’ll teach that perky little cunt who you belong to. Lie down, I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Yeah…yes, Abby.” You comply, lying down and causing several condiments and decorations on the bench to crash onto the floor.

“So fucking sexy sprawled out for me. Fucking touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.” Your body feels like it’s on fire. You feel nervous as you bring your fingers to your clothed cunt. She rolls her eyes.

“Take that shit off, pretty girl. Need to fucking see you.” You nod, pulling it down to your ankles which she helps take all the way off your feet, tossing it into the pile on the ground.

You let out a high pitched moan as you rub your clit a little faster. Abby smiles, bringing her hand over your body.

“Good girl…” She coos, pulling you onto her lap. She puts her own fingers into you quickly and without warning, immediately finding your clit and making it feel 10 times better than with your own fingers.

“What was that moan baby?” She teases. “Are my massages a little better than your little physio girlfriend, huh?” You let out a whimper as she puts her two middle fingers inside, all the while rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“Holy f- fuck….”

“Stuttering only over my fucking fingers huh? My girls so needy.” You feel so good you want to fucking cry when she removes her fingers and slows the speed on your clit to an almost non existent pace.

“Abby…” She ignores your complaints, picking you up off of her lap and walking towards the bedroom. Still shaky from the stimulation, you watch eagerly until she returns with a large strap.

“Jesus Abby….” You begin to say, watching the determination on Abby’s face.

“She’s just my friend- she’s not even my friend she’s just my doctor…Abby-“

“Don’t waste your breath when you could be using that pretty mouth of yours for…better things. Open up.” She commands, effortlessly attaching the strap to her waist. You stand up and she just laughs.

“Where you going sweetheart?” You exhale sharply.

“The bedroom…I thought-“

“Now why would you deserve the comfort of a nice soft bed after keeping this from me hm? My girl needs to be fucked, hard and good, remind you who you belong to.”

“But I didn’t even-“

“Uh-uh. No talking.” She says, lifting your mouth open with her thumb.

“Tap on my hip if it’s too much okay baby?” She asked, her voice coming out sweeter than the vulgar shit she’s been saying thus far. You smile comfortingly at her, nodding. She grabs the bottom of your chin, pushing the tip of the strap into you and coating it with your saliva.

“Fuckk.” Abby remarks, feeling heat grow at the sight of you.

“I’m gonna push a little more into you.” You hum into her as she says this and she laughs, teasingly. “Aww, it’s okay, you can take it.” You nod, feeling it near the back of your throat this time.

“Fuck…I’m gonna fuck your face harder just- fuck- deep breaths for me…” She says, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck….that’s really….get it really nice and wet for me so it’s ready when I fuck you.” She says, barely able to contain herself from how horny this was making her.

You pull away, revealing the soaking strap.

“Perfect baby. Now I know you were mad I didn’t let you cum before so I’m just gonna give it to you, okay?” Fuck. You could have cum just from her words.

“Answer my fucking question.”

“Yeah- yeah that’s good Abs…” You say, dumbly. What you would say if you could, is that “yes Abby, it’s okay, in fact I want you to use me for your own pleasure like I’m a toy and treat me like I’m fucking nothing,” but a simple affirmation of this being “okay” worked for you both. To those who say jealousy is a red flag clearly hasn’t seen how good red looks on Abby fucking Anderson.

“You know what? I don’t think you deserve my cock yet.” She says, taking a seat on the bench beside you.

“Sit.” Abby beckons to her large thigh. To save you from your gawking, she pulls you onto it herself and starts bouncing her leg up and down innocently.

“F…mmm~” You say, closing your eyes as the vibration of her bouncing ripples through your cunt.

“What’s that sound baby?” She questions. You roll your eyes at her act.

“Why are you…mmm~ teasing me?” “Because. I don’t like the idea of anyone fucking touching you. You’re gonna cum over and over until I’m done with you and only when I want you to.” She explains, increasing the pace.

“Oh fuckfuck Abby…”

“Shh…it’s okay.” She coos. The friction of your bare cunt on her clothed muscular thigh makes your head go fuzzy.

“G’nna cum…” You slur your words, making her give you a cocky smirk as a result.

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum hm?” She says before stopping her bouncing. You let out a whine.

“Abby what the fuck?” You demand, clinging onto her. She kisses you playfully.

“Oh baby, you think I’m just gonna give it to you? You’re not being very convincing that you’re mine yet. Hump my thigh yourself. I might even let you cum if you do a good enough job.” You groan in irritation, but comply, slowly moving up and down the clothed skin. It feels good, but nothing like what she could give you.

“Please…want you so bad…” You beg. She smiles lovingly at you.

“Aw, I know baby, I know. But look at you. Going so slow f’me, acting all shy when I know my girls not shy is she?” You let out a shaky breath as the fabric hits your clit just right.

“No Abby.” She tilts her head in amusement at your struggle to get off.

“Fine, do you need my help?”

“Can…” You stop yourself, remembering how unappreciative Abby is of your manners and shy demeanour.

“Put your hand on my neck…please.” You ask, softly. She nods, putting one of her large hands on your throat.

“Fuck~” You moan loudly, the word coming out barely audible with the little amount of air you have. Abby’s practically gleaming and you can tell she’s wet over this.

“My pretty girl begging for my hands like a fucking slut, huh? So fucking sexy.” She coos, and it’s not long before you’re cumming, with slick lining her pants. When you finally open your eyes, you blush at the sight of them.

“S…sorry” You blurt out. Abby just smiles.

“It’s okay, something to remember you by, hm?” She picks you up, taking you to the bedroom and planting you, sprawled out on the bed.

“I thought I didn’t deserve a bed.” You say, starring up into her watercolour eyes. She nods.

“You weren’t, but you impressed me with that little show before.” She says, matter-of-factly. “I was going to tie your hands down, but I want them clinging onto me and digging into my skin while I fuck you. I think the straps wet enough still.” Your cheeks flush crimson and she tilts her head, eyeing your body. She takes off your bra effortlessly and immediately goes down to suck at your nipples, moaning as she flicks her tongue over the sensitive buds. You bite your lip. Once she’s satisfied with sucking and marking the top part of your body, she begins lining herself up with your cunt.

“Deep breaths baby, I’m not gonna stop unless you use our safe word kay? So you can beg and cry as much as you fucking want to. You can pull my hair or dig into my skin, but I won’t relent okay? I’m gonna-“ Abby says all at once, so fucking obsessed with you. “I’m gonna fuck you into next week just- can I? God please let me fuck you.” Your thighs quiver as she speaks, and you nod eagerly.

“Please do, I need it.” You say, and with this she pulls you towards her by your legs and thrusts almost the entire strap completely into you. You let out a cry. It stings so fucking good. She edges the last bit into you, moving hard and fast inside.

“Fuckkkk ohmygod thank you- thank…fuck….”

“Tell me that fucking….” Abby grunts, titling her head back while continuing to dick you deep.

“Slut…means nothing to you.” You moan, your eyes rolling back.

“Fucking look at me.”

“S- sorry I’m sorry.” You moan. “She means nothing to me…it’s you…it’s only you, ohfuck-“ You could tell it was almost enough, but not quite.

“Tell me-“ Abby sighed, looking a little guilty.

“Can you tell me you hate her?” You look at her, surprised.

“Abby…”

“Just….just this once…it doesn’t have to be- true I just….” You let out a small laugh.

“So insecure toda-“ She playfully hits you, thrusting in deep.

“Okay sorry- I hate her Abby, you’re the only one for me.” She nods.

“Good fucking girl.” She remains true to her word, fucking you over and over until you can’t even form a fucking sentence. You’ve lost count at which orgasm this was, it didn’t matter, but you felt your stomach yearning for the release that made your legs shake with you collapsing into her.

“Ab- mmm” You hum out. She smiles, finally going out of you and admiring your fucked out body. You were glistening with sweat and a combination of your slick and hers.

“You did really good. Sorry if I was…too rough.” Abby says as she runs her fingers through your hair. You shake your head.

“S’good.” You say. You’re too tired to notice her moving down the bed, that is until you feel her between your thighs.

“Ab- what?” You exclaim. She rubs your thigh fondly with her thumb.

“I’m just gonna clean you up.”

“With your tongue? Abby I came like 10 times…” She laughs at this.

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Oh my god…fine but none of your usual shit” You banter. She gasps, pretending to be offended.

“What usual shit?”

“Don’t give me that, when I’m just relaxing on the couch or I’m writing at a bench and you eat me out for like 20 minutes straight.” She smirks.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re all “mmm, ahhh you taste so good” like is it my pleasure or yours at this poin-“

“Okay, okay. I’ll be gentle.” She says, more convincing this time. You nod, spreading your still shaky legs.

She licks a stripe up your soaking cunt and you let out a deep breath. Then, she kisses your clit, sucking on it and tonguing between your folds at the same time. You let out a loud moan, already so fucking sensitive. You were so fucked out you were screaming, and instead of feeling like you needed to cum like the previous 10 or so times, you felt like you were going to pee, pass out, and cum all at once.

“W-wait Abby I- you should….mmm…st…stop I might pee Abby st- mmm” Abby had already warned you earlier though that she wouldn’t stop unless you used the safe word, and at this point you didn’t know if it would be worse to pee on Abby’s face or be denied an orgasm.

Thankfully, (and surprisingly, you might add) you didn’t pee, though, instead something miraculous happened, and Abbys face was completely soaked as you squirted all over her. You were frozen. Stunned. Embarrassed. Surprised. You wanted to kill yourself, that had never fucking happened before. You waited for Abby to come back up and she looked at you fucking awe stuck.

“I am so sorry…I’ve never squirted before that was so disgusti-“

“That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” Abby admits, interrupting you. You blush, covering your face with your hands.

“Really?”

“Holy fuck baby, we’re doing this every day….I need that to happen again.” “I was just…it was so much and I…”

“Fuckkkkkk I think I came I was that aroused.” You laugh at this, not believing her. She smiles back, thankful you feel more confident now.

“I’m serious, look.” She reaches down and her hand comes back up, dripping in liquid. You nod.

“Well alright then.” You laugh and she brings you into a hug.

You stand up and she looks betrayed when you do so. You laugh at her facial expression.

“I’m showering, need to get cleaned up properly this time.” She smiles.

“Ooh, can I come?” You sigh.

“This is going to be a long night.” You remark as you both head into the nearby bathroom.

#tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us2 #tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #smut #tlou smut #ellie williams

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emperorpalpatittay · 1 year ago

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The Break In Vsn:2

Simon “ghost” Riley x Wife!reader

Tw: blood, death, panic attack

I didn’t like the first version so I rewrote it completely.

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The night was quiet. You were fast asleep. Simon woke up at every little sound as he was trained to do. He would fall asleep countless time during the night waking up when he heard something and then going back to sleep when he discovered the origin of the noise.

The bed used to seem too soft to him. He was too used to sleeping on hard military cots or on the floor. Your cushy, memory foam bed was uncomfortably soft. He hated how it would sink to accommodate him almost holding him in its plush. It wasn’t until he realized how much less he ached after waking up in it that he began to begrudgingly accept it. Now he was used to it and hated when he had to sleep on anything else.

You were facing him; your hand wrapped around his wrist, your legs intertwined with his. Your head tucked under his as he held you to his chest. The hand not currently being held by you was resting on your back. He slept with you like he was putting himself between you and the world. As if anything that came for you would have to go through him first. Even in his sleep he lived to protect you.

In the dead of night a crash sounded from down stairs. His eyes opened the next second. Fully alert and aware. You jerked awake next to him still caught in the haze of sleep. You looked up at your husband who was now rigid against you.

“What was that?”, the hand around his wrist tightened in fear when you heard footsteps below.,”there’s someone downstairs!”

He shot from the bed and looked down at you still attached to his wrist. Your eyes were blown wide and your chest heaved.

“Si, what are you doing?”

You looked on the verge of tears.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He knew if you saw his worry you would panic. So he answered you in a calm gentle voice.

“I’ve got to keep you safe, lovey. I’ll be back. Everything will be fine. Stay here for me, yeah?”

You nodded and he pulled himself away. He left you huddled behind the bed with one of his knives. “Just in case.”

Once out of your bedroom door he put on the balaclava he took out of his nightstand. If he could be stealthy and agile in full tactical gear then he was a silent predator with his loose football shorts and bare chest. His feet unencumbered and unannounced by his heavy combat boots. He stalked them in the dark.

The first one he found in the office attempting to crack the code on the gun safe. He fell with no scream or cry. Just the gurgling of blood pooling in his throat from his severed jugular.

The second one in the hallway was going through the shelves taking your antique silver candle holders you’d inherited from your grandmother. He didn’t see Simon until it was too late. His massive hands on either side of his head snapping his neck before he could call out.

The third one was in the living room ransacking it for its various electronics. He turned around when Simon’s hulking figure appeared behind him. The poor lad nearly shat himself at the sight of the giant man in the balaclava. His pale chest splattered with blood. His eyes cold and unnerving. He was death.

The beginning of a scream made its way out before Simons knife found its way to the base of man’s throat. Thrust in with the strength of a bear. He fell to the ground, hands desperately trying to dislodge it from its place. He squirmed and clawed before stilling completely.

With the downstairs clear he made his way upstairs ready to calm you and clean himself off. The prior worry left his body with a sigh as he climbed the stairs, taking off the balaclava as he did.

Your door was open. The door he himself made sure was closed. Once again he tensed. As he crossed the threshold of your shared bedroom the acrid smell of blood hit his nose.

There you were on the floor shaking and covered in blood. A body lay in front of you. Simons knife sticking out from from its chest. Your hands were over your mouth muffling your sobs spreading the bright red blood across your face.

“I…I..he came up a-and I..I..just.”

It was broken up by sobs and muffled behind your hands.

“Oh lovey, shhh, shhh. It’s okay. You did what you have to okay. Look at me.”

He knelt in front of you taking your hands in his so he could look at you.

“Are you hurt at all?”

“No. No I’m okay. Can you please just hold me?”

He didn’t say anything but just pulled you to his chest and let you cry into him. He stroked your back as you cried whispering little nothings.

He was angry at himself how did he not know there was a fourth one. You could have been hurt. Here you were broken in his arms. You were not a killer. Your soft hands meant for healing not hurting.

He would deal with the mess later. For now he would hold you

#ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x wife!reader #cod mw ghost #ghost angst

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stargirlrchive · 1 year ago

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cw: miguel o’hara x gn!ai reader (lyla-core), m!masturbation (barely), horny lonely miguel who wants you bad :( — wc: 670

Miguel let out an exasperated breath as he laid himself on his bed. To say the stress was finally getting to him was the understatement of the century. His back ached with all the responsibility of the multiverse on his shoulders. Both literally and figuratively.

That mingled with his loneliness, it was making him all the more fatigued. He was so starved in every romantic and sexual aspect and he couldn’t help but feel somewhat bitter.

His exhaustion almost made him ignore the way his cock began to throb. Wishing there was someone who would just let him lay back and do all the work.

Miguel’s face blazed with heat as only one person came to mind. You. His AI assistant, whom he created. Perfect in every way but not sentient. He could not touch you, nor kiss you.

God — he was going insane.

He had created you in the hopes to have someone who could basically read his mind, to know what he needs before he even said it. But it catapulted into something so much more, you were so much more. He didn’t even mean to but as he created your physical form he made you in his liking. You were perfect physically, but he didn’t think the attraction he had for you would be much of an issue.

What he didn’t account for was his own intelligence, he somehow left liberty for you to have your very own personality and you were a fucking brat.

You loved to tease him, and wear ridiculous little outfits, he couldn’t stand it. The first time you rolled your eyes at him his cock pulsed so violently in his suit he felt dizzy.

His thumb softly began to trace the outline of his cock over his sweats, your lips coming to the forefront of his mind as he teased himself. He could perfectly picture your lips curling up to send him a snippy remark as he cupped himself.

A quiet grunt left his mouth at the weight of his hand as he palmed his cock, he felt pathetic. He didn’t even register pulling his length out of his sweats until his hand wrapped around the base. His thumb gently smeared the pre-cum from his tip down the expanse of his cock as your name left his mouth shamefully.

In the next instant he felt himself jolt as you appeared in front of him. He swore he was hallucinating, his mind indulging in his desires because you popped out from his watch, in nothing but a skimpy towel covering you.

“Are you alright?”

Miguel was quick to tuck himself back in, “Fine. What are you doing here?”

Miguel’s scowl had returned and it caused you to roll your eyes, his cock pulsed.

“Your heart rate was accelerated. Came to make sure you were okay.”

There was a beat of silence and Miguel felt almost shameful to have you in front of him. He wanted to hear your voice coax him to an orgasm so terribly. His thumb had subtly begun to trace his covered cock again as his face scrunched up to see your short towel.

“Why are you in a towel? You can’t even shower.”

“You don’t know what I do while you’re offline.”

A breathless laugh left Miguel’s throat as he mumbled quietly, ‘Maybe you should show me then.’

“Huh?”

“Nothing-nothing.”

Your arms crossed over your chest as your face scrunched up in annoyance, “Miguel, you know I hate when you mumble! I can never understand you.”

Fuck — you were making this so hard, the soft pout of your lips had Miguel’s mind running wild.

“I said I’m fine. Now leave me alone.”

You huffed softly, “Fine-just know it’s not good to leave your little problem alone. It can lead to severe discomfort and swelling. The best remedy is ejaculation-“

Miguel slammed his watch off, his face burning in embarrassment. He swore you did this shit on purpose.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #atsv miguel #atsv smut #atsv x reader #spider man 2099

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freshlove-sturn · 6 months ago

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house on the cape II

pt1 pt2

based off of the “aquarium adventure + boys trip” vlog!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

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“wanna go to the beach?”

matt raises an eyebrow at me, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. the yellow glow of the porch light shining through the window illuminating his features in a way that egged on the butterflies in my stomach.

matt and i started sneaking out and walking to the beach on our restless summer nights here when we were 13. it was the first time i’ve ever broken a rule, and i was scared shitless that we would get caught. matt reassured me the whole time that it would just be our own little secret and promised we wouldn’t get in trouble.

after we locked our pinkies together, sealing the promise with a quick peck on our intertwined fingers, i didn’t need anymore convincing. i trusted matt more than anyone in the world.

with that, it posed no surprise to matt when i quickly nodded my head head yes, spinning on my heels to go get dressed into my swimsuit.

i pull my swimsuit top over my figure, reaching my hands behind my back to tie the loose straps.

“shit.” i mumble after several failed attempts.

i creep out of my room, back down the hallway to the kitchen, where matt was leaned against the counter on his phone, already changed into his swim trunks. my hands holding tight to the untied material.

“can you tie this for me?” i ask matt.

without question, matt sets his phone down on the counter and comes over to me. he gently gathers my hair in his hands and lays it over my left shoulder to get it out of the way, ensuring that he wouldn’t get my hair knotted in the straps.

he slowly pulls the straps taut and begins to tie them together. my skin feeling like it was engulfed in flames in the wake of every brush of his hands.

“is that good?” he asks, one hand rested at the small of my back.

“yep. perfect.” i say before turning around to look at him. i throw my sleep shirt on over my swimsuit. with it being 2 sizes too big, it perfectly covered my whole torso, stopping just above my knees.

we make our way down to the beach. a soft breeze howling through the trees, creating perfect ambiance, synchronizing with the sound of the crickets chirping. the full moon in the sky casting the perfect glow on our path. the comfortable silence that rests between us makes me feel more at home than i had felt about a week ago alone in my own room, my best friend across the country in la.

“beautiful night, huh?” matt’s voice is just above a whisper.

“it is.” i agree, redirecting my attention from the ground below me to the boy walking beside me, who to my surprise, already had his eyes fixated on me.

soon the ground shifts from the rough pavement of the sidewalk, to sand, shifting and leaving behind foot prints as we walk. we climb on top of a large rock that we had claimed as our own 12 summers ago.

we sit next to each other, our knees touching. there was plenty of room for the both of us to have our own personal space, without having to be attached at the hip. but neither of us bothered to move.

“there’s the big dipper.” i tell matt, pointing up at the constellation above us.

“those two stars point to the north star, the only star that doesn’t move. everything else spins around it. but it stays the same.” i inform him.

and that’s exactly how i felt about matt.

no matter how much our lives changed, however far we were from each other, my love for him always stayed the same.

when the triplets youtube career started blowing up, i felt the same. when he moved across the country, leaving me in boston, never once did my feelings for him falter. dating rumors of him and other girls far prettier than me? hurt? sure. my feelings for him? the exact same.

“you wanna swim?” matt’s voice cuts through my thoughts, i hadn’t even realized that i was lost in them.

“that’s a silly question.” i laugh, standing up from my spot on the rock and climbing down to the shore line. the cool water spilling over my feet.

we make our way deeper into the ocean, slowly but surely acclimating to the water. we finally get to where the water came up to just below my collar bone.

matt scoops me up, dunking me under the water with him. “matt!” i screech through a series of giggles once we break the surface.

“cmon you knew it was coming.” matt laughs.

“you’re so annoying.” i shove him playfully.

i hadn’t even realized just how close we were. mere inches between us. our eyes locked on each other’s for god knows how long. my gaze flickers to his lips for a split second without my consent, praying he didn’t notice. i knew he did when he followed suit. my heart starts racing, beating out of my chest, i swear i could hear it echoing off the water. the short distance between us seemed to be getting shorter and shorter, shrinking agonizingly slowly.

nervous as all hell, considering i could feel my best friends breath on my lips, i reach for my necklace. a nervous habit i picked up over the years, just to feel my bare skin under my finger tips. i immediately freak out. that necklace was the one thing that made me feel close to matt when he was gone.

“shit! my necklace.” i panic, completely ruining the moment.

matt pulls back quickly, startled by my sudden outburst.

“i swear i just had it on.” i stutter.

“oh shit y/n. it must’ve fell off when i took you under water.” he tells me, looking at my bare neck.

before i could say anything else, matt went under, searching the ocean floor for the jewelry.

he’s down there for a while and i start to get panicked all over again, as soon as i brace myself to go under after the boy, he breaks the surface of the water.

holding the shell necklace in his hand.

“oh my god you found it!” i smile brightly, relieved.

“here turn around i’ll put it on for you.” he instructs.

i turn around and matt moves my hair over my shoulder. snaking the string around my neck, and tying it, making sure the knot was secure.

“honestly, i can’t believe you’ve held onto that for so long.” he admits, a slight chuckle leaving his throat.

“i never take it off.” i smile.

we make our way back to shore, deciding that it was time to head home.

once we get all dried off, i go to throw on my cover shirt, but with my luck, it was drenched.

“damn it.” i say under my breath.

“what?” matt turns around, seeing me hold the soaked piece of fabric.

“oh here, just wear mine.” before i can protest, he peels his tshirt over his head and tosses it to me. my eyes linger just a second too long on his torso, before slipping the shirt on over my head.

we walk back up the side walk, making our way back to the house.

“y’know that shell you found earlier that you thought looked like this one?” matt says, holding out his tattooed arm and pointing to the shell tattoo.

“mhm.” i nod.

“can i tell you something?” i can tell by the way his blue eyes stare into mine that he was being vulnerable.

“of course.” i answer.

“my tattoo, it’s actually of this shell.” he reaches out and grabs the shell strung on my necklace.

my best friend has a tattoo of the exact moment i realized i was in love with him.

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a/n: kind of a shit ending to this part my bad 😭

taglist: @ribread03 @billy9669 @lovesturni0l0s @p4lxouterbanks @blablablabla2525 @bbernard-03 @sturniololvrrr @hayhjelmstad15

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 month ago

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Angelia has been giving me a brainworm lately, so here's a little angsty... hurt/comfort-y kinda thing?

While deploying (or maybe extracting) from a mission, the airship Angelia and S/O (or maybe S/O's the pilot) are riding in is shot down and crashes, with S/O ending up losing an arm or a leg in the ensuing crash.

Upon discovering the loss of their limb, S/O tries (with... very mild success) to play it cool and lighten the mood with a joke, going: "Hey hon look... we match... hehe..."

But looking in their eyes Angelia can clearly see that they're kinda freaking out and barely keeping it together as now they have to figure out a means of getting out of their situation.

(GFL Short Fic) Angelia's S/O getting heavily injured

I imagine based on recent asks, most people have an Angelia brainworm now. I also may have gone a little overboard in the length of this and instead of an imagine you get an entire ass short fic, but whatever! It's the content GFL deserves! Word Count: 3.4k CW: Loss of a limb, blood, nothing explicit.

Angelia's vision slowly came back to her, accompanied by her ears ringing and body aching. The last thing she remembered was that her, S/O and DEFY were on their way back from a mission in the snowy mountains near the northern borders. And...

The explosion that rocked the helicopter before it came crashing down.

Immediately, Angelia tried to sit up, gritting her teeth through the stinging pain before an arm laid her back down.

Before she could throw a punch at her potential attacker, Angelia relaxed slightly at the sight of AN-94 administering first aid. Or at least what looked to be the remainders of a kit.

(AN-94) "Please remain still, ma'am. The injuries you sustained were not as severe, but we need to be safe."

It was only now Angelia realized that AN-94 had her combat mask on, missing her jacket and parts of her gear torn off, tiny embers illuminating the wreckage of the helicopter's hull surrounding them.

Which meant a skirmish was soon to follow their crash site.

(Angelia) "Where are the others?"

Angelia saw AN-94's eyes glance over to her for a brief moment. Though her expression didn't change, the T-Doll had been under her command long enough for Angelia to know that was hesitation.

And suddenly, what AN-94 said fully registered in her head.

(Angelia) "...What did you mean, not as severe? Compared to who...?!"

AN-94 stoically turned to her commanding officer, hesitating one last time before fully reporting.

(AN-94) "Thankfully, the squad is still functional, despite our damage. AK-12 has sustained the least damage, only superficial scratches, though her gear is now destroyed, leaving her with only a pistol."

The T-Doll sat Angelia up properly, with Angelia wincing in pain but keeping the grunts relatively quiet. AN-94 took the mask off her face for a moment with a click and hiss, one hand going over her knee as she knelt.

(AN-94) "Myself and RPK-16's vests are heavily damaged, but our weapons are intact. AK-15's right arm has been torn off, alongside her gear, but remains functional. Currently she is armed with a combat knife."

That just left one person. And Angelia's heartbeat slowly quickened when she asked about them.

(Angelia) "And S/O?"

(AN-94) "Condition critical, ma'am."

Critical?

Suddenly, all the pain that Angelia was feeling seemed to vanish in an instant, her voice raising in volume unintentionally at her subordinate.

(Angelia) "Take me to them, now."

AN-94 helped Angelia out of the wreckage they were inside, the hull of the helicopter somehow miraculously still intact, even if there were at least a dozen holes she could see through. Snow crunched under their boot and the winter breeze barely affected them as the flames around them roared out, leaving a smoke cloud trailing into the sky.

Laid up against a piece of metal now acting as improvised cover, Angelia found the rest of her squad standing and crouching near S/O.

And the sight of S/O made her freeze in her tracks, the white snow around them tinted red, and their face looking paler than she had ever seen.

A few more seconds of examining S/O told her why.

(AK-12) "S/O's arm was caught between shrapnel, one that would've lodged itself through my head had they not shoved me out the way."

AK-12 reported, a hint of shame in her voice as she did so, turning around to briefly salute Angelia, but not getting out of her kneel.

S/O's right arm was now missing, a red bandaged stub replacing it making Angelia teeth clench at the sight. Her heart felt like it had just gotten stabbed merely by looking at the state S/O was in.

(RPK-16) "AN-94 was treating you inside the helicopter, so we had to treat them out here. We've done what we can, but they need proper medical attention ASAP."

She could see that most of her squad's jacket laid directly underneath S/O, spread out so they could have a flat surface to keep them comfortable on, considering the circumstances.

RPK-16 kept a flame source nearby to keep S/O warm, but Angelia doubted that S/O was feeling the cold at this very moment.

(Angelia) "Why did you not treat them in an enclosed area?!-"

(AK-15) "Ma'am, our top priority is you. And..."

Uncharacteristically, AK-15's voice trailed off, hesitant as her other sisters to fully report what had happened. As she turned around from facing the trees, her hair briefly swayed and touched her own missing arm, though electric wires and metallic frames replaced where blood and bone should have been.

(AK-15) "Before S/O lost consciousness, they insisted that you were inside first before them."

Angelia clicked her tongue in irritation, knowing better than to shout at her squad for doing what was objectively correct.

However, DEFY's members meant more to her than anything else.

Even above her own life.

Angelia knelt into the snow, uncaring of the freezing cold seeping through her torn clothes. Her real hand brushed over their face, S/O unconsciously grimacing at the sensation, her emotions slowly bubbling up to the surface. Keeping them suppressed, Angelia cooly continued talking to her team.

(Angelia) "Were we able to radio for help?"

(AK-12) "We managed to contact Griffin's Commander. They apparently have an outpost not too far from here."

(Angelia) "Within walking distance?"

(AK-15) "No, ma'am. One of their Black Hawks are coming to retrieve us."

AN-94 gently picked S/O up into her arms, carrying them bridal style, but not before putting her combat mask back on, followed by the rest of DEFY.

Everyone prepped their gear, ready for a fight to break out any second as the AK-12 and RPK-16 put back on their coats, AK-15 still looking around and clenching her combat knife's hilt.

Angelia helped wrap AN-94's coat around her, eyes glancing over to S/O for a brief moment.

(Angelia) "Let's get out of here and to extraction. Sangvis are no doubt already approaching."

...

The extraction coordinates was now only a seven minutes away, putting Angelia's mind somewhat at ease. Her squad, despite the injuries, was as AN-94 said, still operating normally.

The same couldn't be said for S/O, looking worse with every second that passed. Before Angelia could have further time to lament about that, she saw their eyes slowly creep open.

(S/O) "N...Ninety-four?"

(AN-94) "Ma'am, S/O is awake!"

Angelia rushed over to S/O's side, concern briefly spilling out onto her expression as she saw S/O faintly smile at them, eyes half open.

(S/O) "Is...everyone-?"

Angelia's hand reached out for S/O's leg, brushing against it and motioning for everyone to keep walking and not waste anymore time.

(Angelia) "Alive, though we all look like shit. You worst of all."

S/O laughed at that, though immediately coughing afterwards causing them to try to look around, and quickly notice something off about themselves.

(S/O) "O-Oh...that's...not good."

Their eyes rapidly darting between their missing limb, and quickly noticing how injured the rest of DEFY was, including Angelia.

She had been walking with a limp, holding onto AN-94's rifle with her uniform all torn apart with blood and new scratches on her body.

Though, understandably, they kept looking at their arm.

(S/O) "Hah, I guess we match now at least..."

For once, Angelia's lets her expression go soft on a mission, her hand grabbing onto S/O's remaining one tightly, not crying, but damn well looking like she was about to.

(Angelia) "Hah...that's...not something I wanted you to be able to do..."

AK-12 and RPK-16 caught up to S/O increasing their pace, getting behind Angelia so they could at least see them smile, even if it was obvious it was forced. AN-94 joined in with a small chuckle of her own, that one sounding the fakest of all.

Despite that, it still put S/O somewhat at ease.

(AK-12) "Plus it's the wrong arm. Ange's got her left arm replaced, remember?"

(RPK-16) "Or did that crash mess with your eyes too?"

S/O laughed again, though this time their voice was getting even shakier as their body trembled, Angelia trying her best to remain calm for S/O's sake.

(Angelia) "H-Hey! Don't push yourself, you need to rest."

(S/O) "D-Do we even have the luxury?-"

(AK-15) "No. Picking up heat signatures behind us."

Angelia nodded at AN-94, moving to pick up S/O in her place as the rest of her squad got into position. Moving their arm over her shoulder, Angelia got to cover behind a thick tree, with AK-15 throwing her a radio before grabbing her knife again.

Angelia instinctively held S/O tight to her chest, her hand's grip threatening to crush the radio.

(Angelia) "Commander, where the hell is that evac?!"

[Commander's Voice] "Three minutes out! Should be near the field according to your current coordinates!"

Both Angelia and S/O turned their heads to the open snowy plains in front of them, littered with a tree every now and then. Meaning they'd get lit up the moment they tried walking out right now.

(AN-94) "Ma'am, S/O. Keep your heads down and prepare to run. We will cover your escape."

AN-94 switched guns with AK-12, grabbing her pistol while AK-12's eyes opened, her pink eyes scanning the environment around them as she readied her sister's rifle.

(AK-12) "Multiple Sangvis units inbound. Counting twenty-five, more than likely more."

RPK-16 flipped her bipod and steadied her machine gun on top of a fallen tree, her voice sounding more bored than concerned.

(RPK-16) "Looks like they're intent on stopping us from going home."

AK-15's eyes narrowed as she got into a fighting stance, ready to leap out as soon as she spotted her enemy.

(AN-94) "Contact."

Angelia held S/O close to her chest as she lowered her head, the sound of gunfire immediately drowning out every other noise in the area.

Flashes of light rapidly blinked across the forest, with branches and tree bark splintering from stray shots, splashes of snow and dirt shooting up into the air as DEFY engaged Sangvis T-Dolls.

AK-12 and AN-94 picked off their targets with precision shots, each bullet blowing apart armored helms into scrap metal and electronics as they hid behind cover, the trees giving them cover being thick enough to not get shot through as easily.

Though their enemy was using the cover to their advantage as well, being able to hide from RPK-16's suppressing fire. As one of the Sangvis T-Dolls appeared around in their flank, aiming its gun at Angelia, its head was quickly torn apart by a knife that cut through its electronic wires and promptly kicked into the floor by AK-15.

Angelia could see in the distance a small shape in the skies approaching their location, making her heart race faster. She helped S/O up, thankful to see them still awake but hating she had to put them so close to danger.

(S/O) "A-Ange-...!"

(Angelia) "Not a damn word, S/O! Keep your head down! Where's the enemy anti-air?!"

AK-12 ducked mere moments before a stray rocket flew over her head, soaring into the open fields and igniting the area and leaving a black scorch.

(AK-12) "Think we just found it! Ninety-Four!"

AN-94 nodded and peeked out of cover with her pistol, attempting to scan where the trail of smoke was before a hail of concentrated gunfire forced her back down.

(AN-94) "Not down yet!"

RPK-16 gunned down several of the T-Dolls with a hail of her own, but unable to find which T-Doll had fired the rocket.

(RPK-16) "Can't find them either. Fifteen?!"

Some of the Sangvis Dolls attempted to charge AK-15, quickly resulting in their death as she threw a knife through one of the cores in their chest, and then with one hand grabbing another Doll and using it as makeshift cover as bullets ripped through its armor.

(AK-15) "Negative!"

(Angelia) "Our ride is about to get shot down again if we let them go-"

(Cheery Girl's Voice) "FLASHBANG OUT! EVERYONE LOOK AWAY!"

Knowing immediately whose voice that was, Angelia dove with S/O to the ground, covering their ears and bracing for the explosion herself, eyes closed and teeth clenching.

Everyone in DEFY took cover seconds before the flashbang went off, disorienting the Sangvis T-Dolls.

As another rocket shot out towards the helicopter, a bullet quickly intercepted it, making it explode midair before more gunfire erupted from within the forest.

After a few more shots, the forest became deathly still, the only sound now being the embers catching onto the trees and snow shifting as the members of DEFY looked around for any more targets.

Angelia moved off S/O, checking to see if they were alright before helping them stand up again, her voice calling out into the trees.

(Angelia) "UMP9? Is that you?"

The twin-pig tailed brunette stuck her head around the trees, her yellow outfit sticking out sorely amongst the snowy background. And yet, no one had even seen her before they heard her.

That quickly changing as she waved her hands eagerly at Angelia.

(UMP9) "Ange! It's so good to see you all again!"

Looks like it's time for T-Doll Funfact number...9? I wanna say Nine, can someone double check that for me? : Angelia is the main backer of Squad 404, regularly deployed as Black Ops mercs for her, alongside Griffin.

(AK-12) "...Friendly contact signatures confirmed. Squad 404."

DEFY's members lowered their weapons as HK416 and UMP45 emerged from the trees the Sangvis Units were originally hiding behind. HK416 crossed her arms and stoically shrugged while UMP45's signature smirk was still across her lips as they approached.

(UMP45) "Looks like we came just in time.~"

Her voice soft and playful, though her gaze still sharp, looking around the environment herself to scan for anymore threats.

(RPK-16) "We thank you for the assist, it was looking a little dire there.

(HK416) "...Hey, is that...?"

Both 404 T-Dolls' eyes trailed over to S/O, noticing how badly injured they were before seeing the rest of the squad.

(UMP9) "W-We need to get you guys home, pronto! G11! GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE!"

In the distance, G11's head poked out of the snow, with her weapon next to pop out, only muttering something inaudible in response. Despite her usual sluggish pace, she did thankfully hasten herself upon seeing the state they were picking up Angelia and the others.

Triple checking they wouldn't get shot down again, Angelia and S/O made it onto the helicopter first, followed by DEFY, then lastly having 404 join them, their extraction taking off and flying back to a safer location.

UMP9 and HK416 were quick to apply real medical attention to S/O and Angelia, with UMP45 taking a seat next to AK-12 and G11.

(UMP45) "Heard you guys got dinged up pretty bad. Though, didn't expect it to be that bad."

She couldn't help but stare at S/O's missing arm, only having seen S/O with both a few months ago.

(S/O) "Agh! W-Would've been worse if not...for you guys...!"

(Angelia) "You really pulled our asses out of the fire. Thanks."

(HK416) "I-It's nothing, ma'am."

(UMP9) "Yeah! This one is on the house!"

(G11) "...So that means no dinner?"

S/O smiled at the comment, with Angelia pulling them near her, tightly at that once the 404 T-Dolls finished.

(Angelia) "That one is on me, G11. Same goes for you girls too-"

Angelia turned to her own squad, a dry smile forming.

(Angelia) "You made the best out of a bleak situation, and saved the two of us as well."

(AK-12) "Naturally.~"

(AN-94) "Of course, ma'am."

(RPK-16) "I think Fifteen here would have punched every one of them to death before we lost either of you-"

(AK-15) "Give it a rest, Sixteen..."

(S/O) "I think...we all could use that right now..."

...

A few hours later, S/O was taken into emergency care to get them fully stabilized while the rest of DEFY had repairs on them, Angelia wanting to be with her squad until then.

After seeing them off to a temporary dorm before getting a proper ride back home, she went to visit S/O.

The medical room they were in was far from advanced, resting on a rather traditional bed than anything that screamed "medical", but it was comfortable enough for them.

But her attention was immediately brought to the cast S/O was in, their arm bandage resting on their side. Or at least what was left.

Angelia grabbed a nearby chair and sat on the side where their arm remained, smiling sadly at them.

S/O returned one of their own, their hand silently lifting before Angelia took it out without hesitation, both their remaining hands holding each other tightly.

(Angelia) "Doing alright, S/O?"

(S/O) "Hah...warm bed, and a pretty woman next to me. Think I'm doing better than I imagined..."

Their eyes slowly traced over to their right arm, smile quickly fading.

(Angelia) "...Y'know, I lost my arm and leg doing something similar."

(S/O) "In a crash?"

(Angelia) "No just...being out in the field. Barely a time they deploy without me. Think by now losing a second piece of me would be enough to ward me off but...-"

Her eyes closed, sighing out loud. No use trying to sugarcoat it.

(Angelia) "...Basically, I'm saying that recovery is going to fucking suck."

(S/O) "Hah, I mean, I could've guessed..."

Angelia scooted closer to S/O, her grip growing tighter and voice going barely above a whisper.

(Angelia) "I should never have put you in harm's way like this..."

(S/O) "You can call me a dumbass if you want Ange, but...if it means saving you or the other girls, I'd lose my other arm in a heartbeat."

Angelia grimaced at that as her voice grew shaky, but she did not let S/O go.

(Angelia) "Okay, you're a dumbass."

(S/O) "Hm...Says the one wanting the rookie taken care of first instead of the commanding officer."

Angelia's eyes slightly widened in response before quickly regaining her cool.

(Angelia) "You heard that?"

(S/O) "Truthfully, I was drifting in and out when you asked what was going on, but I already knew what face you were making."

S/O grunted in pain as they tried to shift, going off balance as they instinctively tried to balance themselves using their right hand. Angelia caught them before they could fall, helping them sit upright.

(S/O) "I...I can't stand to see any of you all in pain."

Angelia scoffed before her eyes trailed down, blinking away tears that were threatening to form.

(Angelia) "And how do you think I feel?"

S/O tugged Angelia's hand to bring her closer, allowing them to rest their forehead against hers. The gesture made her blush slightly, but she closed her eyes and relaxed her shoulders, both of them leaning to each other.

Even though it was a small eternity before S/O pulled away and opened their eyes, it still felt too soon.

(S/O) "I promise, Ange. I'm not leaving you. Even if I have to end up looking as badass as you."

Finally, a genuine laugh came from Angelia as her metallic hand moved to cover her mouth, revealing a glimpse of the energetic young girl she used to be.

(Angelia) "Is that what you call me? I'm barely holding together as it is..."

(S/O) "Okay, how about beautiful? Charming?-"

(Angelia) "Psh, just shut up already..."

There was no venom to her words as S/O hugged her closer, the blush on her face getting brighter signaling to them how much their words affected Angelia.

Taking a deep breath, Angelia pressed a soft kiss against S/O's forehead before moving to stand.

(Angelia) "...Thank you. I should let you rest now."

(S/O) "T-Thanks...PT begins in a week for me, by the way."

(Angelia) "I'll be there. Don't worry. I'll also have the girls bring you some dinner-"

(S/O) "Aw, why can't you?"

Though they were teasing, Angelia could hear a bit of genuine disappointment in their voice.

(Angelia) "Don't be too greedy. I got a lot of paperwork to fill because of you but...I'll see if I got time."

Angelia teased back, shooting them a smile over her shoulder before opening the door, stopping before taking a step out.

(Angelia) "...I love you, S/O."

(S/O) "...I love you too, Ange."

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darylas · 9 months ago

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Chapter 1 - Blue Skies

John "Bucky" Egan x singer!fem!reader ♫ next ♫ ao3

When Bucky hears his favorite song begin to play, he does not expect to see a new Red Cross volunteer walk up to the microphone.

1.6k words

Warnings: Language, Alcohol

Disclaimer: Most of the characters mentioned are based on the dramatic portrayal featured in the Masters of the Air limited series, not the actual historical figures they represent.

A/N: This was my first time writing in several years! It's short and the pacing is interesting, but gosh darn it I had fun writing this. Special shoutout to @blurredcolour for inspiring me to pick up the pen. Go read their work, it's fantastic.

Bucky sat cross-legged in a chair next to Buck, not-so-slowly nursing his second whiskey. Men and women danced in the center of the officers club as the military band played an obviously well-rehearsed rendition of Glenn Miller’s A String of Pearls. Bucky tapped two fingers on his knee in time to the beat while he watched the dancers. He had already spent three songs dancing with three different women and was now taking a break to sit and enjoy his best friend’s company.

“That girl you were dancing with before, she was pretty,” said Buck before taking a sip of his coke. “She works in the Clubmobile, right?”

“Yeah, Helen. Good dancer, too.” Bucky spotted her on the other side of the room, chatting with Tatty Spaatz.

Buck took another sip as he watched the band play. “Got a letter from Marge today.”

“She dump you yet?”

“Not if I read the letter right.” Buck smiled and looked down. After a moment, he looked back at Bucky. “She said Peggy was not too happy she hasn’t gotten a letter from you.”

Bucky responded with a puzzled look. “We went on one date. A double date. I swear I didn’t give her any ideas that she’d be expecting mail from me. Buck, I swear. I don’t play like that.”

Buck gave a soft exhale through his nose. “I know you don’t. I was just passing along the message.” A String of Pearls began to come to a close. “Not sure why it’d be such a bad idea to write her, though.”

“Aww, c’mon, Buck, I’m trying to have a nice evening here.” Bucky’s eyes lit up as the band initiated the next song, loud trumpets and melodic saxophones blaring out the snappy intro to Blue Skies. He broke into a grin. “Now we’re talkin’.”

Buck and at least three other men couldn’t hold in their groans as they too heard the familiar notes. They knew exactly what this song did to Bucky, especially after a few drinks.

Bucky leaned over to address one of the protestors, Major Jack Kidd. “It’s my song! It needs vocals! You can’t expect me to just sit here in silence.”

“I think you’re gonna have to, John,” said Buck. “Looks like your act’s been booted.”

Bucky whipped his head around to look at the makeshift stage where the band was playing. He watched in disbelief as a woman wearing a Red Cross uniform strolled up to the microphone in front of the band and began to sing.

Blue skies smiling at me

Nothing but blue skies do I see

Several of the men whooped and whistled appreciatively, and Bucky saw you smile and wink at the crowd as you continued to sing. Every note was sung with confidence and precision, and you continued to smile brightly as you got to the chorus. Everyone in the room seemed to be under the spell of your voice and stage presence.

Never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you’re in love, my how they fly

Buck hadn’t realized how right he’d been. Bucky had gone completely silent.

He rubbed the lower half of his face to cover his growing smile. He hoped you’d glance his way but so far no luck. He found himself in a strange quandary as he was torn between closing his eyes to listen to your voice and keeping them open to stare at your face. He wasn't sure if it was the whisky, the humidity of the packed room, your performance, or a strange combination of all three, but he was beginning to feel dizzy.

Far too soon for his liking, the song ended, with you hitting the final high note right on the head. The crowd applauded as you stepped back and gestured to the band behind you in appreciation. You stepped back up to the microphone.

“Thank you very much. Let’s hear it one more time for our Air Force Band! Aren’t they wonderful?” The crowd cheered, Buck and Bucky clapping along with them. “While I’m up here, I just wanted to remind you all that this Saturday, the Red Cross will be hosting bingo night in the Aeroclub at 1900. I don’t want to spoil anything but I will tell you that we’ve got some pretty terrific prizes for the winners. Thank you again, ladies and gentlemen.”

As you departed the stage, several men in the crowd let out cries of disappointment. The band director spoke into the microphone, “Don’t worry, ladies and gents, she’ll be back! Now if you feel so inclined, grab a partner and get back on the dance floor!” He signaled the band to start playing a new song with a count of "one, two, three, four.”

Bucky slapped both hands on his thighs and stood. He quickly downed the rest of his whisky, put down the glass, and straightened his tie. “I do believe I feel so inclined,” he said to Buck.

“Yeah, I figured you might,” replied Buck with a smirk.

As Bucky made his way toward where you were seated with another Red Cross Girl, he smirked as he noticed that other officers who had the same idea begrudgingly backed off. As Buck was known to say, rank had its privileges. When you looked up, Bucky greeted you with his most charming grin. “Quite the performance up there; you do autographs?”

You looked at his hands and quirked your brow. “I don’t see anything to sign.”

Bucky looked down at his hands as well and flipped them over a couple of times. “Damn, you’re right.” He looked back at you. “How ‘bout a dance instead, then?”

You smiled politely at him. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I don’t dance.” You motioned to the girl sitting next to you. “Rachel here is a marvelous dancer, though.”

“Oh, I know.” Bucky nodded at Rachel. “How ya doin’, Rach?”

With a mischievous smile and her chin resting on her fist, the blonde replied, "I'm just swell, Bucky."

He smiled back at her. “That’s great.” He looked back at you skeptically. “You sure? I promise to keep you on your feet, Miss…”

You gave him your name then said, “I’m sure. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Major, and don’t forget about bingo night on Saturday.”

Bucky stuck his hands in his pockets and pressed his lips together, nodding. “Right, right. Bingo night. Alright then, I’ll see you around.” He began to walk away then turned back around. “I don’t know if the band said anything to you, but Blue Skies is sorta my signature song. S’okay, though. You did alright. Little different than my rendition, but you sounded great.”

You gave him that same damn polite smile that he couldn’t decipher and said, “Glad you liked it.”

Bucky nodded once and headed back to his seat. He cleared his dry throat after sitting down next to Buck. After picking up his whisky glass, he frowned upon realizing that it was empty. Buck looked over at him. “What happened?”

“Turns out she’s more your type. Said she doesn’t dance.”

“What’s ‘a matter, Bucky?” He turned to see Blakely and Douglass grinning at him. “The jazz cat have claws?” Both burst out laughing at the terrible joke. Bucky bit the inside of his cheek and gave them an exasperated look.

Buck smiled good-naturedly and clapped him on the back. “Had to happen sometime, pal. Maybe getting shot down for once will help fix that king-size ego of yours,” he joked.

“I didn’t get shot down, she said she didn’t dance.” Bucky pulled on one of his sleeves. “There’s a difference.” Once again, he began tapping two fingers against his knee to the music, trying his damndest not to look at you.

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Later in the evening, Bucky, Buck, and Curt Biddick were all standing at the bar. Curt and Bucky were animatedly discussing the Yankees for what had to be the hundredth time, leaving poor Buck to his coke and people-watching for a few minutes.

Bucky saw his friend look quizzically at the dance floor then quickly avert his eyes and take a long sip. Bucky looked back in the same direction and immediately saw what Buck had been hoping he wouldn’t. At the far edge of the dance floor, you were dancing with Lt. “Bubbles” Payne, smiling and laughing.

“I’m telling you, DiMaggio would never…what the hell are you looking at?” Curt, who was more than a little drunk, turned around and saw you and Bubbles. “That the girl who was singing earlier? The one that gave you the brush-off? I thought you said she didn’t dance. I guess she meant she doesn’t dance with-” He was cut off by Buck smacking him on the arm. “What?”

Bucky was still watching you with your arms around Bubbles, laughing at something else he said. Bubbles. He was a great guy, but what about him made you change your mind about dancing? Or was dancing not the problem at all?

Curt, unaware of Bucky’s worsening mood, casually slung his arm over his shoulders. “Hey, c’mon, don’t feel bad. I’ll dance with you, Bucky. C’mere, they’re playing our song.”

Bucky shoved the drunk lieutenant off of him and smiled bitterly. “Yeah, cause spinning and shaking is exactly what your body needs right now, Curt.”

He felt Buck nudge his shoulder. “You’ll get your chance, John. C’mon, I’m beat. Let’s head to the barracks.”

As they began the walk back and the music behind them faded, Curt appeared deep in thought. Eventually, he said, very seriously, “Maybe she likes his mustache better than yours.” Buck coughed to cover a laugh.

Bucky rolled his eyes. He didn’t care that you had rejected him. Not even a little.

He wouldn’t spare you a second thought. No sir.

And he absolutely did not hear you singing Blue Skies over and over in his head as he lay in bed that night.

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lokisprettygirl · 6 months ago

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Rain to his Fire (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon 80s Au) (18+)

Read chapter 8 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Summary: Criston unknowingly casts a shadow of doubt in your head regarding daemon

Warning: 18+, smut, crude language, description of Statutory rape, discussion of mental health (it's a fic based in a mental health facility), mention of child molestation, mention of physical assault, the fic would contain several mentions of several disorders like mpd, did etc, if something triggers you don't read, smoking,

You took Criston to your quarters on the 4th floor as he dragged along with you in such urgency. He had a file hanging around in his other hand and you couldn't deny that your curiosity was piqued especially if it was in relation to Tanya. Daemon had been so all over your head and everywhere else that for a moment you had forgotten that she wasn't in this world anymore. Shyla stopped in her tracks as she watched you drag officer Criston to your quarters. The smirk on her face was annoying even from the distance.

“Hey is everything alright?” You asked once you both entered the room, so he looked around your space before he nodded.

“Nothing to worry about..i just figured that you'd like to see this” he passed you the file so you took it from him, the folder had Tanya's name written on the top and as you flipped the cover you saw several pictures of her.

“When was this?” You asked as you saw her in front of the Christmas tree with presents scattered all around her, she had a loving family growing up, that you knew very well as she'd often talk about her hometown.

“Last Christmas” he told you so you nodded in response. You remembered her leaving for home last Christmas, and she really seemed happy post her return.

“Oh Tanya” you muttered under your breath as you looked at her smiling face but then your eyes widened as you saw something that you couldn't really make sense of. How did she get that?

As you were about to flip through the last few pages Criston stepped closer to you and grabbed the file from you.

“Don't look any further” he said, his tone had a sense of warning to it so for once you listened.

“Why though?”

He stared at your neck for a moment before he looked up at you, but then his eyes drifted towards your neck again so you shifted on your spot uncomfortably.

“Is there something on my face?” you chuckled nervously so he gave you a smile.

“No nothing..it's just you should cover that up” he told you so you looked at him confused before you beelined towards the mirror and saw the big blue bruise forming on your neck. A love bite. Daemon’s love bite. Embarrassment filled every sense of your being so you turned around and chuckled again.

“I burned myself with the hair straightener..ummm why can't I look?” You asked him again to change the conversation so he gave you a somber look.

“It's the pictures of her body when we found it..she was badly mutilated, it's very graphic” your brows furrowed as he said that.

“Ohhh”

You didn't think you wanted to see it either, you wanted to remember her the way she was and not as some girl found dead in the woods, she suffered in her last moments and the knowledge was already too grim for you, you didn't want the reminder of an image to go with that as well.

“So ummm what did you guys find?” you asked him as you crossed your arms together.

“I'm looking into it dear, I uhhh I'm sorry I just..if I was being honest I just wanted to see you” he stuttered a little and you could tell that perhaps he was infatuated with you, though you didn't understand why a handsome copper like him would even give you a second glance.

“I mean..there are not many familiar faces around here anymore” he covered up his nervousness with a half lie so you gave him a smile.

He might have visited you with an agenda of his own but you did find something in her photos that had you confused and scared a little.

“Ummm i ..I don't..i” before you could stutter further he interrupted you.

“Oh god I have made it weird now haven't i?”

“Oh noo no I am just not looking to ..date or anything like that, I don't do that” His brows raised as you said that before he let out a chuckle in disbelief.

“I didn't mean that i swear”

“Ohhh”

And now you were just mortified for assuming that he wanted to date you.

As you escorted him downstairs you passed by Shyla again and she gave you a smirk. Again.

“So she's single?” He asked you as he brushed his hair with his fingers so you gave him a look before you chuckled.

Well that was quick.

“Well as per my knowledge she is”

“Cool”

Once Criston left you ran back to your room and took out the box from the closet where you had kept the necklace Daemon had presented to you at the night of the gala. He had asked you to not wear it in front of Viserys and you didn't want to flaunt it around either so it was kept safely in the locker you had in your closet..

Taking a deep breath, you traced your fingers over the pendant, the delicate figure of a dragon etched into the valuable stone.

“Why did you have the same necklace Tanya?” You murmured under your breath as every hair on your neck stood up. She had it on in her Christmas photos. Daemon had told you that the necklace was a family heirloom, passed down from generations then how come she had the same necklace?

The similarity between this necklace and the one you had seen on Tanya was undeniable, and the thought sent a chill through you.

The thought overwhelmed you from head to toe, the euphoria you felt under Daemon this afternoon was now replaced with a feeling of mistrust and anxiety. He came here two days after she was discharged, and he had told you that he had hurt someone out there.

“No it can't be ..don't judge, don't be that person” you consoled yourself over and over again as you laid down in the bed that night but the thoughts consumed you. Overthinking made you want to find answers to questions you were too afraid to ask.

What if he is not who he says he is? Did he know Tanya somehow? What if Doctor Viserys was right about him being a charming psychopath? And what if you had fallen right into his trap? You were only listening to his side of the story after all.

Next morning you didn't even finish your duty, normally you'd be rushing to his room and spend time with him but today you waited for him to go to his therapy session. While cleaning you did find a bunch of silver feathers and hair under his bed and that only confused you deeper. A part of you still believed in him but now there was a crease of doubt lingering over you like a shadow now.

During lunchtime as you went to the cafeteria's kitchen Shyla walked towards you and grinned so you rolled your eyes, she was starting to get back to her chirpy self slowly.

“Sooo that hot policeman, can I get his number?” She asked you so you shrugged in response.

“You can ask him yourself the next time he visits” she opened her mouth to say something but you interrupted her “which he would because Tanya's case is still wide open”

“Argggh you're such a stickler y/n” you rolled your eyes as she said that.

“Can I ask you something?” You crossed your arms as you leaned against the wall so she stared at you, her expression made it apparent that she had an inkling about what you were going to ask.

“What about?’

“Did he really attack you?” You questioned in a no nonsense manner so she sighed.

“Yeah..he did, he got really aggressive all of a sudden, I don't know what I did or why” she mumbled firmly but you could tell she was lying or atleast hiding the truth.

As you stepped out you saw Daemon in his usual spot and once his eyes met yours he kept it still on you so you looked around and walked towards him.

“You need to stop staring at me like that” you told him as you pretended to clean the already clean table so he sniffed the air around him.

“Why didn't you come this morning? I was waiting” he asked softly so you looked away. Why didn't you go? Oh because you think that somehow he was involved in Tanya's murder.

“What is going on with you today? Nearing your menstrual cycle can't be the only reason” He asked so you glared at him.

“Why would you say that?” you asked him as if he was being absurd about his assumption.

“I'm sensing an energy I wasn't anticipating”

“What did you think would happen? I'd bend down and pray to you for giving me an orgasm?”

Okay maybe you were indeed going through your premenstrual crankiness.

“The best fucking orgasm and no i wasn't expecting that but a little affection would have been appreciated but here you are being a shrew for who knows what reasons”

You glared at him again but the look on his face softened your features, he seemed hurt and you didn't want to hurt him of all people. When you didn't say anything he got up and walked past you to leave the cafeteria.

You could have just talked to him instead of making assumptions that might not be true at all. He wasn't really wrong about you being a judgemental person.

Once he was out of sight you turned around and sprinted to the third floor and you were going to apologize and talk to him but then you saw him talking to Caroline, she was a young, beautiful, very hot redhead patient who had just been admitted yesterday, right next to Daemon's room. Watching them have a conversation only made you feel angrier and the last thing you wanted was to escalate this argument further. If that's what it was.

Daemon turned his head to watch you walking away and his jaw clenched, he knew women went through mood swings but he didn't really know how to tackle it. Perhaps you were embarrassed about yesterday, or felt guilty, that was your first proper sexual experience and it must have been overwhelming.

“So why are you here? You are too hot to be here”. Caroline’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts so he reverted his attention towards her.

“You go first” he responded, though he wasn't really interested anymore now that his thoughts were plagued by the sudden shift in your attitude towards him.

“I have sex ...a lot of sex” she answered him.

“Why is that bad?” he chuckled.

“Because it's a lot..the urge is just unreal and i have done some fucked up shit because of that” she seemed lost as she answered as if she was reliving those bad deeds in her mind.

“Well no judgment on my behalf”

“That's rare .. coming from a man...okay you go now” she asked him and he couldn't help but smirk.

“Well I am part human part dragon” he mumbled seriously so she chuckled before she let out a shrieking laugh.

“You're crazy aren't you? Good thing you're really hot” She winked at him before she walked past him to go to her room. “Seek me whenever you want, neighbor” she mumbled seductively as she stepped inside her room so he shook his head in response.

He couldn't afford to seek anyone anymore when he was deeply invested in someone else. Someone that was hell bent on raising his blood pressure every other day..

Later that evening as you came back to your room after your shift ended you saw Daemon lounging on your bed with his back resting against the headboard, he didn't have a shirt on as usual. How did he even get in? You always kept your door locked and the windows..well you could see now that your windows were open.

You stared at him for a moment so he gave you a sly smile,

“What are you doing?” You questioned as you took the cardigan off and placed it in the laundry bin.

“What are youuu doing and why? You have to talk to me, I don't do well with secrecy ..it makes me want to rip my feathers out”

You sighed deeply as he said that and walked towards the bed to sit down.

“I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be so rude” you mumbled softly so he titled his head and stared at you as if he was trying to read your thoughts.

“What's going on? Are you regretting whatever we did yesterday, if that's so we never have to do it again -” you interrupted him before he could go on with that assumption.

“It's not that i swear”

“Then what is it?” his intense gaze bore deep into you so you sighed before answering.

“Criston came by yesterday and he had Tanya's file on him, he wanted to show me some pictures” he looked at you curiously at the mention of Criston, he knew that lad had severe hots for you.

“And?” he asked

“In one of the pictures she had the same necklace on her that you gave me on the night of the gala” his brow bone scrunched together as he tried to make sense of your words.

“That's not possible darling” he looked at you confused for a moment but then he connected the dots pretty quickly.

“I saw it with my own eyes, it was the same necklace”

“and you thought I had something to do with it?”

“Did you not? I'm sorry I judged you and ignored you but I need to know if you had something to do with her” he let out a sarcastic laugh as you said that but then his jaw clenched again.

“I didn't even know the girl”

“Then how did she have the necklace?” You stared at him as tears stung your eyes and then it made sense. Perhaps he wasn't lying to you. “Viserys..oh god. He gave the necklace to her, didn't he?”

“Genius aren't you?” he said as he chuckled slightly so you approached him.

“Daemon I'm sorry”

“I'm sure you are”

He got off the bed and walked past you so you stood up immediately and grabbed his arm to turn him towards you.

“I'm sorry..i really am”

“For what exactly?” he asked sharply, his anger and disappointment visible.

“For assuming and judging..” you placed your hands on his shoulders as you took a deep breath “It's just …i don't really know how to do this Daemon, i have been alone all my life and it's hard for me to trust people and I'm not used to being treated the way you treat me, how you care about me and -”

His lips latched onto yours before you could even finish your words so you wrapped your fingers around his neck and pulled him closer. You had plenty of questions but perhaps you needed this kiss too after the hide n seek you have been playing all day long with him.

“All you have to do is speak to me whenever you're passing these judgements in your head-” he paused between the kisses to mumble, then he cupped your cheeks to kiss you even more passionately this time.

“And do not avoid me like that, you're all I have here” a sense of vulnerability evident in his voice as he spoke so you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your forehead down on his chest, his sweet mahogany scent filled your senses.

“The necklace? Why would Viserys give her the necklace?” you questioned him softly so he looked you in the eye.

“Perhaps to win her trust, that's what he does with his conquests, offers them the family heirloom to make them feel important and different from others” your eyes teared up but with disgust this time.

“but Tanya was his patient how could he-”

“Perhaps he indulged himself with bit of a forbidden affair-”

“She was so young”

“You think he cares?” You went quiet as he said that

“I'm just so confused daemon”

“I can tell”

“Why did you give me the necklace?”

“Because I wanted you to have it.. I know you don't trust me fully yet but I'm not trying to fool you here” There was a sense of sincerity in his tone, whenever he spoke to you this way you were inclined to believe him over anything else.

“Mhhhm You say that now but you wouldn't even look at me out there in the real world” your insecurity creeped in so he crossed his arms and smiled.

“Mmhmm is that so? Why? Am I blind in the world out there? Or have an aversion to pretty women?” he asked in a mocking tone so you stomped on your leg like a petulant child.

“You'd rather be with women who look like Shyla or ..or ..or your hot new neighbor”

“Mmmm half of that is actually true, I'd not wait one single night to have them into my bed” you tilted your head and bit on your cheek as his answer didn't really surprise you. But then he went on to say something you didn't really expect from him and it gave you feelings you have never really felt before in your life.

“You however, I would wait forever for you if you'd want me to”

“Oh you're smooth aren't you?” You mumbled amidst your flushed face and racing heart, hoping that he'd not notice how giddy he had made you feel with that remark.

“Come here ..kiss me” he whispered as he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer to kiss your cheek.

“Let me shower first..I stink..it's been a long day of me trying to run away from you” you placed your palms flat on his chest as you pushed him away a little in a playful manner and he couldn't help but smirk..

“You smell good to me darling” his arm went around your waist and he pulled you closer again so you looked up at him “Sweet..very natural, I fancy this much better than the cheap perfume you use in the morning” he mumbled as he placed his nose into the crook of your neck and you'd have felt an offense on the comment about the perfume but then he wasn't really wrong. Your fingers curled into his hair as you placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“Well I'm still going to shower and perhaps as an apology for how I acted this morning I'll let you cuddle me in the bed” You whispered in his ears before you stepped away from him so he looked up for a moment and mumbled a silent thank you to whatever god he prayed to.

After you had your shower you decided to put on a set of pajamas as a nightie might have been too sexy for your own good.

As you came out of the bathroom he was propped on his elbow and stared at you mindlessly so you jumped into the bed, laid down on your side and got under the covers to look at him sheepishly.

“Are you cold?” he asked you as he chuckled at the playful act so you nodded in response. That's when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“Why are you so warm all the time?” You asked him so he caressed your scalp with his fingers.

“It's just my genetics”

“Your dragon genetics?”

“Mhhhm”

“Does it bother you, not knowing your history?” You asked him so he sighed deeply.

“That's why I'm here, Viserys has denied my true nature all my life, refusing to tell me who our father was or how he had come to marry mother. I feel like he has all the answers” he answered so you tucked the loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“Mmmm” your fingers trailed over his chest as you hummed in response so he leaned down to kiss you.

“Did you have a girlfriend before..serious ones?” you asked one more question so he smiled.

“I did yes” he answered while his hands roamed over your thighs, your breath hitched immediately at the sultry touch.

“How was it like with her?”

“Alright I guess”

“Who was the most recent one?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just trying to get to know you”

“Well there was this girl who taught with me in college, lasted a year or so” he mumbled as he sucked another mark on your neck. You made a mental note for later as you didn't want him to bruise you up like that for everyone to see, it just felt too good right now to stop it from happening.

“Why did you break up?” you asked another question as if you were playing twenty questions with him.

“She wanted to get married,” he answered nonchalantly.

“And you didn't?”

“I'd marry only when I believe that it's going to last”

“Mmm don't you miss her? Don't you miss the person you had in your bed, the person you used to have sex with all the time?”

“I think about her once in a while but I don't miss the sex..no”

“Why not?”

“You're a talker aren't you?” you giggled as he said that.

“Tell me” you imposed again making him sigh in response.

“Sex is not the only reason why I was with her”

“Really?”

“Mmm..she was a prude in bed”

“That's so mean ..” you hit on his chest playfully so he grabbed your arms and placed it over your head.

“It's just the truth, she wasn't very experimental, strictly missionary and nothing wrong with that..but I just revel in variety” you couldn't help but bite on your cheek as he said that.

“Mmm well at least she was having sex with you..unlike a certain someone you know” you mumbled cheekily so he leaned down to place an innocuous kiss on your forehead.

“That certain someone can give me nothing and I'd still want her in my bed” your ears felt hot at the way he had said those words so earnestly.

“Why is that?”

“Because I have seen the lust and passion this girl can offer me, it's only a matter of time darling”

“What if you're wrong ..what if she's another prude, what if you're cursed with prudes?”

“Well then sex is not everything.. believe it or not”

“That's refreshing coming from a man like you” you said confidently, making him guffaw at your words.

“Man like me?”

“Mmmhmm you look at everyone as if you're undressing them in your head”

“It's just my face, though there's this certain someone I tend to undress every night in my head these days whenever I'm jerking off”

“Mmmmhm how lucky is she..almost makes me want to watch you do that” you challenged him, making his eyes dark with lust.

“I was promised a cuddle, not this passive aggressive dirty talk”

He kissed you passionately as he let go of your arms, you dragged your fingers from his chest and played with the waistband of his trousers so he pulled away to look at you.

“Don't start what you can't finish” he warned you so you bit on your lower lips.

“Mmmm i wouldn't know what to do anyways”

That's what you said but your palm has already cupped the bulge forming in his pants, as you applied a little pressure he let out a deep gravelly mixture of a growl and a moan. Perhaps one of the reasons why you had found yourself to be so enchanted by him was because he wasn't completely human in his demeanor.

“Fucking hell girl ..that's not what sweet good girls like you should do to a man in bed”

“Show me”

“What?”

“Show me how you touch yourself”

He looked at you to assess whether you were joking but then the scent of your arousal was so thick he could smell it a mile away. He laid down next to you and lifted his hips up to lower down his pants, his cock all hard and erect made your eyes widen in surprise. You know he was blessed but you weren't expecting a giant cock, not that you had anything to compare it to. Small silver bushes neatly surrounded his length.

As his precum dripped down he collected the liquid between his fingers and gave his cock a stroke. You turned on your front and stared at his pretty face for a moment before you scooted closer to him and kissed his neck.

“You're so big and thick”

Even amidst his arousal he couldn't help but smile at your words, they were intended to be dirty in nature but they also just seemed full of naivety, over these last two months if there was one thing he knew about you then it was that you had two completely different personalities, the one out there in the world was the woman with the “don't fuck with me” approach, the one that didn't back down in front of anyone, one that spoke her mind and wasn't afraid of anyone and then there was this, this inexperienced shy girl in bed, the one who mumbled such innocent words of wonderment, who couldn't even look at cock for more than a few seconds at a time.

Luckily he was the only man to see this other side of you and he cherished that alot.

He opened his other arm and curled it around your neck to caress your head, you were snuggled on his side perfectly..your eyes flickering back and forth between his face and his cock.

Much to his surprise you then trailed your fingers down and placed it over his knuckles, feeling the way his hand moved in a way that was familiar to him.

“You can touch it darling..it won't hurt you i promise”

There was a sense of mocking in his words so you glared at him for a moment before you placed your hand on his cock, an involuntary gasp escaped your lips as the warm thick flesh pulsated in your hold.

“Goshhh” you whispered mindlessly as you looked down and he brought his hands down to your ass to give them a squeeze,

“What should I do…Daemon..tell me please” you whispered in his ears so he grinned in response.

“I'm rather enjoying how you're shivering darling”

“Please tell me”

“No need to beg sweet thing”

He placed his hand on yours and guided it up and down slowly, all you could do in that moment was to just keep your eyes focused on his lips, the way he opened his mouth as the sensation tickled deep into his stomach, the way his lips pursed and the occasional slip of the tongue that came out to wet his lips, everything he did just seemed to turn you on.

As you leaned into him to kiss him he grabbed both of your arms and flipped you underneath him to kiss you with fervor passion.

“You drive me insane love”

“In a good way?”

“The best ways..now keep your hands there like a good girl and watch until I tell you otherwise alright?” He mumbled as he placed your arms up and then sat up on his knees to give you the perfect view of the show you had asked for.

You watched completely lost in trance as he fisted his cock right next to you, thighs muscles flexed as he drove his cock into his own fist to build up the sensation, his head lulled backwards at the thought of you watching him do something so intimate.

The strings of curses that left his mouth were vulgar, and so were his moans, almost pornographic.

“Give me your hand darling” he mumbled as he asked for your hand so you brought it forward without hesitation “make a fist but touch your fingers to your thumb yeah?” He asked so you nodded immediately and followed his command, he grabbed your wrist and turned it upwards so now there was a makeshift hole for him to fuck into.

“You're so..hottt” you gulped as he shoved his cock inside your fist and moved his hips back n forth, his fingers were holding onto your hand so he could adjust the hole and tighten it as per his pleasure, you didn't miss the slight caress of his thumb over the back of your fingers. Even amidst the throes of passion he somehow found a moment to be gentle with you.

Now you knew how he'd look when he's fucking you with such passion and he looked divine, almost godly. You never thought you'd see a day you'd use such words to describe a man but there he was, in two months he had turned your whole world upside down.

The only sound you heard for the next few minutes were those of his moans and occasionally yours slipped out as well, you couldn't really help it when he looked so good and so indecent. Your eyes glanced at his balls, they hung firmly below his cock but they jiggled due to the rocking movement of his hips. In that moment you probably had the filthiest thoughts ever known to a man. You found yourself thinking about doing things you never thought you'd do with a man.

“Almost there pretty girl..you have been so good” he mumbled softly as he placed his other arm on the headboard of the bed for support, his knees felt weak as the orgasm swept him away, his cum splattered into your fist as he finally came. And boy if he wasn't loud.

You felt his cum sitting into the crevices of your palm, all warm and wet, so goddamn warm.

His chest was heaving up and down in the post orgasmic euphoria, small beads of sweat shining all over his skin in the dim lighting of the room. His fingers ran through his hair as he finally slumped down and relaxed his thighs, after pulling his cock out of your fist he laid down to collect his breathing.

None of you said a word, not for a good few seconds but then you turned towards him and kissed him softly, a smile apparent on his face and yours as well. His fingers curled around the roots of your hair as he kissed you, tongue invaded your mouth as he twirled them around to play with yours but then his brows furrowed suddenly so he pulled away from you.

“You're bleeding sweetheart” he said so you looked at him confused before you felt it trickling down in your underwear.

“I'll go wash my hands”

You mumbled as you got off the bed and before he could stop you from leaving, as you reached the bathroom you pulled your pants down and took out your period panties from the cabinet. Well there indeed was a drop of blood but your panties were wet for entirely different reasons.

As you stepped out he was standing right outside the door all naked, his cock now limp but still huge.

“May i?” He asked you so you nodded and stepped aside immediately so he could use the bathroom, then you walked towards your bed to lie down.

A few moments later he had joined you as well, you did promise him a cuddle after all.

“Was that good for you?” You asked him softly but instead of answering he placed his head on your breasts and hummed in response.

Didn't take you both long enough to fall asleep but the most peaceful sleep of your life didn't last for much longer as you heard the wailing of the siren. The siren rang loud and clear, piercing the air like a warning signal. Its wailing sound made your heart beat faster and breath quicker as you realized what was happening. It was only used to indicate a patient had gone missing from their room or the premises.

“Daemon get up..hey” you tapped his cheek lightly so he opened his eyes to look at you.

“What?”

“I think they're looking for you, I am going out there ..please make sure you're gone.. Viserys can't find you here ok?” You told him strictly before you grabbed an overcoat to put it on and ran out there.

“What's going on?” You asked Shyla as all the members of the staff were huddling together on the third floor.

“Where are you? Dragon boy is missing”

Yeah that's what you thought.

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence as you asked her so she sighed.

“It's weird because his room was locked from the inside but he's not in there, the windows were opened..do you think he jumped off? Nobody will survive that though-”

Her voice faded in the background as you looked at the guards searching for him in every room and you just hoped that he'd be gone by the time they head towards yours.

As your turn finally arrived Viserys followed the guards along with you, you could feel his eyes on you but you didn't dare look at him.

“When did you see him last?” He asked you so you pretended to think.

“During lunchtime in the cafeteria I suppose”

He grabbed your arm as he allowed the guards to go forward. You looked at him shocked at the sudden movement.

“You have no idea what I'd do with you if he's found in your room” he said to you so you glared at him.

“Excuse me? Are you threatening me?”

He let go of your arm as the guards looked at you and asked you to open the lock. Despite your best efforts to stay calm your hands were trembling as you opened the door, Viserys was the first one to storm in and the rest of you followed, they checked every nook and corner of the room, including the bathroom but he wasn't there, thank the Gods.

“Why is your window open?” Viserys asked you so you crossed your arms.

“Why not? It gets suffocating at times. Besides it's not as if he's actually going to grow wings and would fly over to my window from his own”

You mumbled sharply so he sighed and walked past you to go check other rooms. It was mouthy of you to speak to your superior this way but you couldn't help it.

An hour later Daemon was found back in his room so there was a horde of people outside of his room wanting to see if he actually was there and to annoy Viserys further he claimed that he had been in the bathroom this whole time which he further claimed the guards didn't check properly.

All eyes were on Viserys at the moment and he didn't want to punish Daemon in front of everyone so he turned around instead and stormed away. Rest of the people lost their interest as well as the commotion died down and headed for their respective quarters one by one.

Later that night Daemon sat up in his bed as he began to change again, his wings were the first ones to come out, then he felt the scales forming on his face, his nails growing longer as well, he was amidst his transformation and his senses were weakened so when he heard the knock on the door he assumed it was you. Perhaps it was time to show you who he was and he hoped you won't run away from him once you see him like that. He really hoped that he won't scare you away from him.

However as he opened the door he saw Caroline instead looking back at him with a mixture of shock and fear on her face but most of all amusement.

“So you aren't really crazy huh?”

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