#it doesn’t. she never says anything. and after a while they move on from torture to locking her up and starving her

[cuteniarose]

Me: *creates an OC*

Me: *heavily implies OC will meet a bad fate*

OC: *meets bad fate*

Me:

(Alternatively, I may have started it, but @katkastrofa enabled me and now I’m losing my mind)

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

whatcha thinkin about? / jj maybank

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

masterlist

wc: 6.4k

cw: best friends to more, use of marijuana, explicit language, pet/nicknames, oral (f receiving), piv (protected), squirting, kinda some overstimulation, kinda fluffy too

after not being able to get relief in months, jj accidentally discovers this and has no problem helping you out.

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you were so horny. you were laying on your bed with your best friend after sharing a blunt and staring up at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling while music blasted through your speaker. and you were so, so horny. 

how’d you get to this point? well, you hadn’t done anything sexual, not even with just yourself in months as your younger sister had to move in with you while her room was being redone. she moved out today, so after two and a half torturous months you were free to have friends hang out and do anything you pleased in your own room. when you told this to your friends, jj was the first one to offer to come over. you agreed instantly, he thought it was just because he was bringing a blunt for you to share and your favorite chips, but you really just liked being around jj. 

jj was… almost perfect with you. his humor matched yours, dipping into the darker and dirtier side of things. he was extremely gentle with you, always taking extra care to make sure you were safe getting on and off the boat or making sure you always had water or a blanket or a snack whenever you needed. this was something he didn’t do for kiara or sarah but they didn’t take offense, they knew why. jj was also so easy to talk to. despite coming off as more immature and aloof, he was a great listener and good at comforting you and giving you advice. you gave him the same respect, but what you didn’t know was that you were the only one he would talk to about his feelings like that. 

you liked jj, obviously. you found him to be extremely attractive and have more than once tried to hide your turned on state from him over a simple action. but you’ve never been this horny in front of him before. “whatcha thinkin about, mama?” he asks lowly, his words barely registering over adele’s belts. he moves onto his side, hand coming to rest on your stomach. he feels your stomach spasm underneath his palm but chalks it up to scaring you. 

your eyes widen slightly and then you’re turning your head to avoid eye contact. “nothing,” you hummed.

“oh, don’t give me that shit, what’s going on up there?” he chides, moving his hand up to ruffle your hair before returning it to your stomach. 

you narrow your eyes and reach to move your hair from your eyes. “seriously, jj, i’m not thinking about anything,” you groan. you want him to just drop it but of course he won’t.

he tsks and you wait for him to say something. instead, he begins tickling your sides. you yelp in surprise before you start giggling. you try pushing him away which only makes him move his torso above yours, hovering over and tickling your sides. your eyes are closed as you start laughing really hard and jj allows his eyes to wander. he hopes to mentally commit the image of your tits bouncing in your small tank top to memory. 

you try and grab ahold of your strength enough to push him back and lose his balance. you feel the weed kick in and try to turn yourself over to get off the bed completely. jj doesn’t waste a second, grabbing your waist and forcefully flipping you on your back and crawls further on top of you. one of his knees falls between yours and you feel your breath shake through the laugh you couldn’t hold back. “jj,” you gasp through giggles. 

“tell me,” he jokingly yells, moving to tickle your hips. you rock side to side while pulling your knees up trying to escape his touch, huge smile on your lips. your movement causes your skirt to ride up and jj knows if he looks for one more second he’ll be able to see your underwear. he looks away, partially regretting it, and pushes himself up farther. he pushes your knees back down as he moves, your knee grazing his inner thigh and causing him to bite his lip. he begins tickling towards your armpits, and you begin screaming with laughter. you felt yourself getting wetter every second. you couldn’t stop laughing, but internally your body was screaming with red lights flashing around you. the idea of him being so close to your core had you clenching around nothing, pushing some of your arousal into the fabric of your thin underwear. 

you try squeezing your legs together but jj’s knee keeps them open just enough for you to not get any friction. tears begin filling your eyes from laughter as the wet patch on your underwear spreads. “what’s so important and secretive huh? so big of a secret you can’t tell your daddy jj?” he asks, using one of the cringey nicknames the two of you often threw around jokingly. but in this state, it just sent a wave to your core and a small gasp of a moan made it through your laughter. jj didn’t even notice your noises until he went to readjust himself over you and his knee presses against your soaked underwear. he froze in his place, feeling the warmth and wet of you against him, wet enough that he could feel both of your lips crushed against him.  

you’re able to come down from your laughing as jj moves back, scratching the back of his head. “sorry about that, y/n,” he trails. you are absolutely mortified. the tears in your eyes turn to ones of pure embarrassment. you sit up pulling your knees to your chest, cringing as the sound of your pussy squeezing together fills the silence. jj gulps, using every ounce of control in his body to keep his dick soft. 

“oh my god,” you mumble, embarrassed as you lay your head on your knees. 

jj feels bad, he didn’t mean to make you embarrassed or uncomfortable. “it’s okay, y/n, i’m not like grossed out or weirded out or anything. i think everyone knows that that sort of thing just kind of… happens… even for no reason,” he tries reassuring, moving towards you slowly. 

you shake your head trying to gather your thoughts. “i just- god i should’ve asked you to leave when it started i didn’t want this to be awkward.” you rant, raising your head slightly but refusing to meet his eyes. jj’s face changes as a lightbulb goes off in his head. 

“ah, so you’ve been worked up for a while… is that what you were thinking about all that time?” he asks, a bit of slyness falling into his tone. you chuckle at him, glad that he could always change the mood of a conversation. 

you wipe at your eyes before speaking, “yes, well, kind of, it just hit me that my room is just my room again.”

jj looks at you with slight shock. “please don’t tell me you’ve gone these entire like three fucking months without masturbating or something,” he says in a tone that sort of sounds like worry. 

you feel your cheeks heat up, but know it’s probably not noticeable with how red you were from laughing and crying. “there hasn’t been opportunities,” you say with a shrug. 

“fuck, y/n, i… i can’t believe that, i absolutely couldn't do that. i jerk off everyday- sorry- my point is it’s a part of our routines and not having that can be bad. shit, you should’ve asked to use my room,” he jokes at the end. 

“to what? masturbate in your bed? no,” you laughed, relaxing more. 

jj raised his brows and lowered himself to sitting on your bed again. “i would’ve done it all up for you, washed sheets, a speaker, water, whatever else,” he continues. 

your heart tightens in your chest, pussy mimicking your action. “so kind of you,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. 

“i’m deadass, y/n. it’s a tragedy you’ve had to hold out this long,” he says, watching with a smirk as you shudder slightly. 

“can we not talk about me using your bed to get off?” you ask.

jj shrugs, moving closer. “i don’t know, can we talk about how wet you are?” he didn’t know if this remained in the gray area. he wanted to push a little and see if he could get you, but also wanted to stay where he could still manage to laugh it off as a joke. 

your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his. “jj…” you trail as some kind of warning. 

“be so honest with me, did you only realize you could now masturbate freely in your room again or were you thinking about someone? maybe daddy jj helping you out?” his voice becomes huskier but he forces the teasing look to remain on his face. 

you can’t stop the strangled noise that leaves the back of your throat, visions of his slim fingers sliding in and out of you with ease. “maybe,” you whisper, testing the waters jj had dragged you both into. 

jj didn’t expect that answer, therefore in one moment he lost his ability to laugh this off if things went wrong and you backed out. “why don’t you come closer, mama? don’t want to have this conversation too loudly over the music right?” he raises his brows, gesturing to your speaker that was supposed to hide your conversations with jj from prying sisters and parents. “yeah, why don’t you just sit right on my lap here,” he says, reaching for your hips as you push yourself to move closer to him. 

“y-your lap?” you stutter, his grip on your hips sending a throbbing heat to your pussy. 

he nods, guiding you into his lap. your legs rest on either side of his, using your thighs to keep your core from his dick. “you trust me?” he whispers, looking at you with sincere eyes. he’d decided to just go for it. you nod apprehensively and he leans down, placing the softest slow kisses across your neck. a small sigh of content passes through you as a hand subconsciously finds purchase in his hair. “tell me exactly what you were imagining, what did you have me do to you?” jj mumbles against your skin. 

you stay silent, partially in shock as his words absorb. you’re brought to reality when he pinches some skin on top of your hip. “oh-” you mutter, brain scrambling. were you really going to tell him this? “hands,” you spit out without thinking, “you could do things with your hands they’re… really nice to look at,” you try explaining. 

jj chuckles into your neck causing you to wince in embarrassment. so smooth y/n… “nice to look at it? hm, i can only imagine all the things you wish they could do to you,” he says, his hot breath covering your collar bone as he still focuses on your neck. he’s getting lost in the moment, so lost that he can’t consider how bad the outcome of this could be. instead of a soft kiss, he licks along your collarbone slowly. you shudder under his touch, pressing your chest towards him slightly. jj takes this as a confirmation and attaches his lips to your skin, sucking harshly while his grip on your waist tightens. 

you’re unable to stop the breathy moan that leaves your lips and your grip in his hair tightens. “jj…” you whine quietly when he nips at your skin.

he grunts, running his hands up your sides. “fuck, y/n… you don’t know how long i’ve waited to hear you moaning for me,” he admits. he has definitely gone past the gray area. he had sped away from it and there was no going back now as his cock grew hard underneath you. he pulls his face from your neck, yanking you harshly down so you’re fully sitting on his lap. you let out another small moan as you feel how hard his dick is beneath you and are unable to stop an experimental roll of your hips. jj closes his eyes at the pleasure, momentarily wondering how the fuck he ended up here. “are we doing this?” he asks quietly, opening his eyes to meet your glossy ones. 

you bite your lip in slight apprehension. “i want to…” you say, trailing off and moving your eyes from his.

jj looks down for a second. “but…?” he asks, knowing you had more to say. if you didn’t to for some reason he’d accept that, but how was he supposed to see you again and not think of this?

“but i’m scared it could ruin our friendship, like make it… awkward,” you say, your hands falling from his head and shoulder to crack your knuckles, a nervous tick jj picked up on years ago.

jj’s hands move back to just above your hips, pushing away his thoughts regarding your soaked pussy being pressed against his cock only separated by your underwear and his swim trunks. “what would make it awkward?” he asks softly, not trying to sound sarcastic but thoughtful. 

a huff leaves your lips, your pussy pulsing against him still undeniably aroused. “we think about it and regret it later, or it turns into a regular thing and just… i am not built for friends with benefits, jj,” you say, looking at him with worry in your eyes. jj knew why you said that, since knowing him, he’d had three different friends with benefits situations. jj maybank didn’t date and you knew that. only, if it was you, jj would. and he figured it might be time to tell you. 

“who said we had to be friends with benefits? we could be… something else,” he suggests, struggling to put it into words. 

you roll your eyes. “jj what does that even mean?” you groan. 

his eyes flick between yours, trying to gauge your feelings. “you know, people who do those types of things but aren’t just friends…” he stammers. 

“are you trying to say like… be together?” you ask, extremely unsure of yourself.

“yes, y/n, i want to date you,” he pushes out, embarrassment heating his cheeks. you were shocked at his confession, but felt nothing but excitement flood your body. you don’t waste another second, reaching to grab the sides of his face and you’re quickly crashing your lips to his. jj’s eyes flutter shut as his grip tightens and he passionately kisses you back. you moan into his mouth, your hips moving without your consent. his hands travel to your ass, using his grip to harshly push you towards him. you take the hint and continue grinding against him as the kiss turns sloppy. you’re barely able to catch your breath as jj won’t let you pull away that you’re both panting against the other. another wave of arousal floods your panties and jj swears he can feel it. this is what causes you to pull away from his lips. your foreheads rest against each other and your eyes hold each others gaze. “so,” jj starts, “are we doing this?”

you pull back from him and reach towards your phone on the bed. he watches you carefully, watching as you pull up spotify. you change your playlist, not necessarily wanting your first time with jj to be to set fire to the rain. jj smirks as a chase atlantic song plays from your speaker and you turn it up, hopefully loud enough to drown out any noises either of you would make. “you have a playlist for this?” he asks teasingly. 

“shut up,” you groan, tossing your phone on your bedside table. jj chuckles and pulls your face back to kiss him. 

his teeth latch on your lower lip, tugging it just enough to get a moan out of you. “i can’t wait to make it through every song on this,” he teases before reattaching your lips. 

you pull on the hair at the nape of his neck causing him to let a small noise out of his throat. “mm, don’t think it’ll be easy,” you say, unable to stay off of his addictive lips long enough to finish your thought. “this playlist, is hours long,” you sigh into his mouth, feeling the head of his cock nudge your clit as you grind against him. 

“you say that like it’s supposed to discourage me,” he says, pulling back and using his grip on your ass to hold you close to him. you squeal as you grip on to him to avoid falling as he moves himself to his knees. he leans down, carefully lowering you onto the bed on your back. “is your door locked?” he asks as he pulls back. you shake your head no and he gets up to do it. 

“if my doors locked-” you start, pushing yourself onto your arms. 

jj turns the lock. “then no one can walk in, you can make an excuse if they even notice,” he says, walking back over to you. “now, why don’t you just let me prove what my hands can actually do are better than your fantasies,” he teases, climbing back on your bed and between your legs. 

“o-okay,” you say, head going dizzy with arousal. jj shuffles towards you on his knees, grabbing just below yours and tugging you harshly towards him. you yelp in surprise but he’s already throwing your thighs over his to rest on the outside of his hips. he lifts your skirt, laying it on your stomach and you shudder as the exposure to the air makes you shiver under your wet panties. 

jj is uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes are trained on your pussy, his hands rubbing your upper thighs sensually. you squirm under his touch, whining in desperation. “so impatient, mama,” he teases. he moves closer, his finger trailing along the outer seam of your underwear. you whine again, needing any kind of friction immediately. “mm, i guess you’ve been waiting long enough today, huh?” he says, more to himself. you nod and he’s bringing his thumb to rub light little circles around your clit. you relax into his touch, lifting your hips slightly to meet his hand. jj is nothing short of mesmerized. you were so wet he could feel your arousal beneath your panties, some of it soaking through the fabric and onto his thumb. 

your thighs involuntarily clench at the small movements jj’s making around your swollen clit and it causes him to laugh. “jj, please,” you whimper. 

“i’m never going to get tired of that,” he says, pulling his thumb up and sticking it into his mouth. your jaw drops open at his action, watching his eyes close as he sucks any remnants of your arousal off his thumb. he pulls his thumb from his mouth with a pop and looks directly at you with a smirk. “or of that,” he says, moving himself back. “slight change of plans,” he says, resting his hands on your upper thighs. 

you furrow your brows at him. “what do you mean?” you ask lightly, pussy throbbing at this point. 

jj chuckles, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and moving them back and forth. “you’ve gotta let me eat this pussy, baby,” he says, watching your face closely. 

“holy shit,” you whisper, hands coming up to cover your face. you couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“yes or no, baby, it’s 100% up to you,” he mumbles, softer this time to reassure you you don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to. 

you shake your head moving your hands. “god, jj, please,” you whine and jj can see the way your pussy clenches around nothing. 

he smirks once more. “thank god,” he grumbles, pulling your underwear swiftly down, moving your legs up so he can pull them completely off and throw them somewhere on your floor. “take your top off, wanna have those pretty tits on display for me, okay?”

it takes less than two seconds for you to obey, sitting up slightly to pull off your shirt, quickly followed by your bra. you go to reach for your skirt but jj swats your hand away. “the skirt stays,” he mutters, pushing you down and his eyes scan your entire body. he glides his hands over your tits, giving them a small squeeze before continuing down. when he finds his eyes falling on your bare pussy for the first time he feels his cock jump under his shorts. 

you watch him closely as he maneuvers himself to align his face with your pussy. you gulp in anticipation as he uses his thumbs to pull your lips apart, a hungry look on his face as he sees how your arousal literally glistens in the setting sunlight coming in through your window. he looks up to you, holding eye contact and lowering himself down with his tongue stuck out of his mouth. his tongue lays flat against your core as he drags himself up to lick a fat stripe up your pussy. your eyes close involuntarily and your head falls back onto your pillows. his tongue drags across your clit, causing you to clamp your thighs around his head. “jay,” you gasp out a moan, rather loudly. 

“hey, you gotta keep it down. we don’t want someone trying to interrupt us, do we, mama?” he says in a stern almost warning tone that you hadn’t heard him use before. it had you clenching your thighs once again. you nod in agreement and look at him expectantly. jj can’t make you wait any longer, and honestly he can’t either. 

jj’s tongue flattens against you once again, licking a faster stripe from your entrance to your clit. you bite on your lip as he repeats this action over and over again. the heat of his mouth makes you shudder. once jj feels you relax from this movement, he knows it’s time to switch it up. he adjusts himself, using his tongue to now quickly flick your clit. you have to cover your mouth to be safe as the knot in your core begins to tighten deliciously. jj can feel you clenching around nothing and decides to fix that for you. he moves his arm under him so he can slip a finger into you. you didn’t anticipate it, a shocked moan leaving your lips. his middle finger moves slowly in and out of you in contrast to the speed of his tongue. your moans become closer together and jj knows he’s taking you in the right direction. he removes his middle finger, momentarily pulling away from you completely to hook your legs over his shoulders, your heels resting on the middle of his back. the slight change in angle heightens the pleasure you feel as jj reattaches his lips to your clit. except this time he’s sucking on it and quickly enters two fingers into you. 

your hands fly to his hair, chest heaving at how good he was making you feel. jj looks up, watching your breasts move with each heave of your chest as they’re squeezed together between your arms. the view was nothing short of ethereal and jj wished he could have a picture. he’d talk to you about that later… “jj, please, don’t stop,” you whine, pushing him further into your pussy. he begins switching between flicking and suckling on your clit and his fingers switch instead to curling inside you. “shit,” you moan, trying your hardest to keep it lower than the music which proves to be hard as the song switches from one to another. the sound of jj’s tongue against you mixed with the sound of his fingers fucking into you are sinful and it just adds to your building orgasm. 

jj swears he could cum in his pants if he let himself relax, but he didn’t want everything to be over so soon. although another song had started, successfully drowning out the majority of your sounds, he could both hear and feel as more arousal began leaking out of you. “jj, i-i, something’s- oh fuck, somethings not right,” you try to say through your moans. you’d made yourself cum with your vibrator many times, and a few times a guy had managed to push you over the edge, but it never felt like this. jj though, couldn’t hear you. he was too caught up in making you cum and the sounds your pussy was making for him. “j- wait i- oh my god,” you say, your voice reaching a squeak at the end. jj looks up at you this time, not slowing his assault on your clit. your head falls back and the knot is the tightest it’s ever been, it’s almost painful. “i’m going to… ah shit- gonna cum,” you barely get out. jj speeds up his movements despite you not thinking it was possible. 

your thighs lock around jj’s head, shaking as a way too loud moan of his name leaves your lips and your vision goes white. jj’s movements falter as he feels the vice grip on his fingers and them almost being pushed out of your pussy by a huge abundance of arousal. he thinks (or maybe doesn’t) quickly and moves his mouth lower, switching his fingers and mouth. he rubs quickly across your clit with his mouth hanging open near your entrance, tongue out ready to catch the harsh stream of squirt leaving your pussy. it’s so intense hitting the back of his throat that it causes him to choke a little. your orgasm begins to subside and he’s able to stop his fingers, instead moving to caress every part of you coated with your release with his tongue. he doesn’t stop until you're lightly pushing his head away. 

he pushes himself up, looking down at the massive mess you had made before moving up and leaning over you. he brushes your hair out of your face, analyzing your widened eyes that seemed focused on nothing as you tried to catch your breath. you blink a few times, finally meeting his eyes. “you never told me you were a squirter,” he jokes with you, stroking your cheek to help ground you. 

“i-i, i didn’t… i’ve never.. oh my god,” you say, pushing up a little to look down, wincing as you move your legs and feel how soaked your bedspread is. 

jj moves with you, your admission feeding his ego. “so… you’ve never squirted before? you’re saying i’m the only one who’s made you squirt, ever?” he teases, using his hand to guide your chin to look at him. 

you nod slowly, feeling embarrassed. “i- i’m sorry,” you say, not sure how you should be feeling.

jj looks at you shocked. “sorry?! uh uh, mama, don’t you dare be sorry. that was hot as fuck,” he says, stroking your jaw comfortingly. you continue to look away, replaying what had just happened in your mind. jj notices and leans down, putting his lips next to your ear. “let’s see if we can make you squirt around my cock,” he whispers, dropping his hand between your thighs to rub your sensitive clit. 

“jj…” you gasp at the sensation, still sensitive from the intense from the orgasm you just had.

his teasing personality definitely carries into his intimate moments you realize. “awe, don’t tell me you’re gonna quit after just one orgasm,” he says, smiling at you before connecting his lips to yours. you whimper into his mouth, holding his neck and pulling him closer to you as his fingers rub slow circles over your clit.

your hands start to travel slowly down his chest until you reach the hem of his shirt. “off,” you mumble into his lips. jj smiles into the kiss, using his hand not on your clit to guide your hands under his shirt. you let your hands roam his chest before using your nails to lightly scratch downwards, eventually following his v line. once you hit the band of his shorts, he’s pulling away from you to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him similar to how he’d thrown your panties earlier. you start to lean towards him, wanting to mark up his neck like he had.

however, jj stops your movements. “y/n, if i don’t fuck you right now, i’m gonna bust from just your touch and i really need to fuck this pussy,” he says, looking at you both serious and joking. you nod, returning to your previous position as he stands up and reaches for his backpack. he digs around in it for a second and you rub your legs together in anticipation. you’d dreamed about this for so long. and finally, on a random day, you finally get it. part of you wishes you would’ve done this sooner. yes it was unintentional, but maybe you could’ve brought up your feelings for him over the past so many months and this would’ve come so much faster. but, it was happening now and that’s what really mattered. 

he pulls a condom from his bag and wastes no time getting rid of his swim trunks. your eyes fall to his dick, seeing that it was slick with precum. he quickly opens the condom and slides it on while your mouth waters at the slight. you wanted to taste him, wanted to feel the weight of him on your tongue. “don’t look at me like that… fuck. next time i want you sucking me dry, got it?” he whines before giving you an accusatory look as if he wasn’t the one who decided he just had to fuck you right now. 

you just nod and watch as he puts his knee on the bed. “can i take my skirt off?” you ask, wanting to have a better view and it was soaked beneath you. 

jj hesitates, he really wanted to fuck you in a skirt, but there’d be more opportunities. “if you’re more comfortable,” he says, nodding towards you. you quickly discard it and look at jj for further instruction. a pang of possession hits him hard in the chest when he sees the way you’re staring at him. “flip over,” he grumbles. you blink in shock but push yourself up onto your hands and knees. jj forcefully pulls your hips towards him causing your back to arch. he gently pushes on the back of your head until you follow his lead and he pushes your face into the pillow. “need you to moan into your pillow mama, probably gonna get quite loud,” he grunts as you move to having your arms crossed above you and your face on your cheek. 

“cocky much?” you question with a smirk. it falls off your face when jj lads a hard smack on your pussy and you move away from him. 

jj moves into the position he wants and grabs your hips. he guides his dick to slide between your folds, barely thrusting forward enough to graze your clit. “ready?” he asks, rutting against you. 

you purse your lips before nodding, a small, “yes,” leaving your lips. jj immediately reaching for his dick and guiding it to your entrance. you clench in anticipation, jj smiling at the sight before slowly pushing just the tip into you. “fuck,” you whine into the pillow. he takes this as a good sign, slowly sinking further and further into you. you’re so wet, it’s barely a struggle to slide deep inside you. 

“i love your pussy, holy shit,” jj groans as he bottoms out. you were so warm around him and the way you hugged his cock felt like you were two pieces of the same puzzle. not only did you taste good, you felt fucking amazing. jj’s mind wanders for a moment, thinking of all the different ways he can destroy your sweet cunt. but he’s brought back to reality the way you clench around him. he pulls his hips back as you squeeze him, the sensation on his tip making him concentrate on not finishing at that second. he pulls about halfway out before thrusting back into you. his thrusts aren’t very fast, working on the fact that he had to make you cum again. you moaned into your pillow as the head of his dick hit a spot that no one had hit before. you didn’t normally fuck in this position, having only really done it once before, so feeling this new sensation had stars swimming in your vision. 

jj used his hands to guide your hips back on to him. he was able to go so deep his balls rested against your lips getting them coated in your arousal and it was driving him crazy. the wet sounds could already be heard pretty clearly between the two of you, the music doing its job at covering it up for anyone outside the room. it made you both hornier, and you were already feeling an orgasm begin to build. “faster,” you turned your head out of the pillow to moan quietly. 

“faster? already, baby?” he asks with a smirk. he knew he could make you dumb on his cock. “you just really want me to cum fast don’t you?” he teases. you whimper in response and that’s all it takes for him to mostly pull his dick out of you just to slam back in. you let out a scream of pleasure into your pillow and jj can’t help but feel proud in that moment. he realizes you’re going to cum a lot faster than he thought and sets an unrelenting pace. the noise it makes is loud. the wet skin on both you colliding created a loud smacking noise and was accompanied by your bed frame rocking into your wall and the little noises jj was letting out. “need you to squirt all over me, cmon,” he grunts as he hammers into you. neither of you notice the speaker go quiet as it switches songs, the beginning of the next one having a quieter intro than previous. 

jj leans over you, using a hand near your side to hold him up as his other reaches around to find your clit. “oh fuck,” you moan in the most pornographic tone that has ever left you. jj feels a spurt of cum leak from his slit at that and groans, speeding up his fingers on your clit. the way you clench so tightly around him and moan every time he thrusts into you tells him you’re close. maybe you just needed a few words of encouragement. 

“cmon now, y/n, need you to squirt all over this dick so i know you’re all mine. hmm, yeah,” he starts, practically growling in your ear. “need to feel you cum while i’m deep inside your pretty little pussy. fuck, i fit so well. s’like you were made for me, this fucking cunt was made to get fucked by me. need you to come for me, right now, oh god,” jj grunts, struggling to keep up his pace and avoid cumming before you. 

your moans turn into chants of his name as he feels the first drops of you escape down his cock. he anticipates you to scream, but as the wave hits you, your mouth drops open drooling against the pillow and your eyes roll back into your head. you’re spraying jj from the hips down basically with your warm squirt and through your silent spasming you don’t even feel him finish. jj slows down his thrusts, small streams of squirt still making it past as you continue spasming beneath him. he’s trying so hard to not fall on top of you and also catch his breath. he finally pulls out, a small gush falling out of you as your hips barely stayed up and you gasped for air. he pulls the condom off, throwing it into the trash and tries his best in his wobbly state to lower your hips onto the bed and straighten out your legs. jj shakily lays down next to you, looking into your widened eyes. “oh my shit,” you mumble, still out of breath. 

jj smiles, resting a hand on your back. “there’s many more where that came from,” he winks at you. you want to make a smart ass remark but you’re still coming back to reality. jj’s hand rubs soothingly up and down your back as he notices you were struggling with coming down from your orgasm. “you’re okay, pretty girl. you did so good for me,” he coos soothingly. his words help ground you and once you have the ability to you reach out for him. 

his hand grabs your forearm, pulling the upper half of your body towards him. you were both slick with sweat and your cum, but you didn’t care just yet. jj pulls you against his chest, yours pressing to his, and uses a hand to comb through your hair while both of your shaking legs intertwine. “thank you,” you mutter when you finally feel stable again. 

jj snorts, “for what?” he thought you were about to say some stupid shit about fucking you too good or something. 

you look up to him, “never been held after,” quietly leaves your lips. jj feels a small stab at his heart seeing how sad your eyes looked. he just brushes your hair back while he avoids the more insensitive questions, wanting to know how someone could not need to just lay with who they just fucked for a minute. 

he doesn’t want to dim the moment, so he takes a different direction. “well, you know how it is with me, probably a little too touchy to begin with. remember all those times i ‘accidently’ touched your ass helping you off the boat? yeah, they weren’t accidents,” he admits with a smile on his face. 

“i knew it,” you mumbled and cuddled further into his chest. both of you take a few minutes to just appreciate where you are with each other and bask in it. until the stickiness becomes too uncomfortable.

jj pushed himself and you up, wincing at the sensation of your sticky skin separating. “let’s get cleaned up, yeah?” he asks you. you nod, both of you shakily standing from the bed to head to your en suite bathroom. you grab your phone, turning your speaker down significantly causing jj to chuckle. he grabs his phone as well, looking at the top notification. 

john b

hey man, guess you forgot we were all meeting up at y/n’s to go out at 8:30 to the beach. we decided to just go, meet up with us if you want. 

a tip? close y/n’s window before fucking her next time, especially when trying too hard to hide it with the music. 

[artists-ally]

{She Gets The Flowers, Right?} Reader x Lucien Vanssera

You all can go and blame @thelov3lybookworm for the swarm of Lucien content y'all are gonna get from me. This is probably one of the saddest things I've ever written and it took me wwaayy back to a very shitty relationship I was in so if it seem extra personal it is 💀 Enjoy, title from this song!

Word Count: 3,108

Warnings: ANGST (just for you @bubybubsters) mentions of murder (in relation to Jesminda)

Summary: Lucine has been so focused on trying to win over Elain that he's never once stopped to consider that you're the one who's always been there for him.

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The door slammed. A breath sighed from the entryway. I went stiff. 

“I don’t understand,” Lucien shouted. I could hear him kicking off his boots, hanging his jacket up on the rack by the door. “I thought we were finally making some progress and then nothing. Absolutely nothing today.”

I remained silent, swiping off the stuck scallions on my knife. “Sorry.”

“I mean, I get that she needs time to adjust, but Cauldron, Yn. It’s been nearly a year since the war ended. I’ve been patient, more than patient, and it’s like I’ve never made an effort.”

“Told you it was a bad idea.”

“What is it about me that she cannot stand? What does Azriel offer her that I don’t? He walks in the room and she lights up. What do I have to do to get her to look at me like that?” I just shrugged, moving to the sink to wash some sprouts and potatoes. Lucien was caught in this never ending cycle of trying to win over Elain. For the past year, almost year and a half, he has been torturing himself with something that obviously won’t be. 

“Do you think she’d enjoy it if I took her to the Summer Court? Maybe she’d enjoy a trip to Dawn?” Lucien sat at my kitchen table, tapping his heel on my hardwood floor with his arms crossed over his chest. “We did actually talk for a while today. She ended up telling me her plans for her fall garden.”

“Sounds nice.”

“But I just wish she would open up a little more. Every time we talk it’s like I have to pry it out of her.” “Mhmm.”

“It makes me so nervous when she closes up like this. I can’t imagine what is going through her head. She won’t tell me. She won’t tell anyone, which is concerning. I just wish she would at least tell someone about what is going on. I’d even be okay if she told Azriel.”

“Yeah.”

“If only she would just reach out. Even an inch, just tug on the bond and acknowledge that it’s there. It wouldn’t bother me as much if she would just give us a chance.”

Lucien continued to blabber again, droning on and on about how Elain won’t do this or talk about that. I tuned him out, biting back the sting of jealousy in my throat. That familiar prickle in my nose forced me to grip the spoon harder. 

He never listened to me anymore. He’d come and ask me for advice, to see what my opinion was on what he should do, and then blatantly do the opposite. But every time he came back, I’d give him more. Just like he was stuck in a loop with Elain, I was just as guilty of the same with him. 

I was the one who had found him on the border after his Jesminda was murdered. I had been there to help him get settled, to get revenge on his brothers who forced him to watch. For decades I have been doing the same thing he has for Elain. 

The only difference is I know how to take a hint. Luciene doesn’t. 

“... and then when I asked if she would join me for a walk, she refused. I mean, she knows how important it is to get outside every now and then. She had said she wanted to garden and plant new seedlings for the upcoming winter but… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Yeah I bet that’s tough.”

“Tough?” So he did know how to acknowledge the things I said. “It’s excruciating. You have no idea. Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?”

It took all the strength inside me to not hurl this knife at his head. “What’s the point anymore?”

“What?” “You don’t listen to anything I say anymore anyways, so why bother?” I snorted, shaking my head. “I could’ve announced my pregnancy right now and you would’ve been too lost in thought about her to even register.”

“You’re pregnant?” 

I slammed my knife down on the counter and whipped to face him. “No, I’m not. But if I was, I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you.”

“Why? We’re best friends, Yn. Don’t you think I’d wanna know if you were-”

“That is not the point of the conversation, Lucien,” I snapped. He just stared at me, waiting for an elaboration. I just sighed, “Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” “Did something happen today? You’re clearly in a bad mood.” “No. Absolutely nothing happened. Only that I had the grand opening of my restaurant today and you were nowhere to be found. You were with Elain.”

Lucien went silent. I could feel the energy shift from across the room. “Cauldron boil me… Yn I am so sorry. I thought that was next week, why didn’t you remind me yesterday?”

“I did,” I said. “I reminded you yesterday before you went up to the House to be with Elain. And the day before, and the day before that.”

“I think I would’ve remembered if-”

“Would you?” The tears were coming. Fast. It was a struggle to keep them from spilling over. “Because every time I’ve said anything, you’re talking about her. It’s always fucking her.”

“Why are you talking about Elain like that? What did she do to you?”

I just stopped moving. Stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. The chill that spread through my bones should’ve been enough to kill me. I ground my teeth together hard enough to crack. “Ever since we came to this gods damned Court all you have talked about is her. It’s like I’m not even here anymore.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Lucien stood up. 

“When was the last time you asked how I was doing? If the designs for the menus are finished? If I’ve picked out new tiles for my bathing room or if I’ve finally finished that collage I was working on? How long has it been since we’ve been out together or gone diving in the Sidra? For fucks sake Lucien it’s like I’m best friends with a ghost.”

All Lucien offered was a turn of his palms, lips parting to answer but no words came out.

“Exactly. You can’t even remember. Any time we talk it’s always about her. It’s always Elain this and Elain that. I’m fucking sick of it, Lucien. You’re constantly asking for advice on what to do with her, but have you ever stopped and thought about what you’re doing?”

“Every day it haunts me that I can’t reach her, Yn,” Lucien's brows knit together. “I come to you because I value your advice.”

“Well you can stop. I don’t have any more to give. Now, you can either change the topic or get the fuck out because I’m sick of hearing about her. Today was supposed to be my day. I don’t ever ask you for anything, and this is the one thing I wanted. And you were supposed to be there for me, your friend, your best friend. But of course, the female who won’t give you the time of day has to take priority over someone you’ve known for almost a century.” 

“Are you so selfish that you can’t be happy for me for finding a mate after so many years? Are you that jealous that I’ve decided to spend some of my time with anyone else?”

Blinding red rage coursed through me. I let everything I had been holding back for months seep through. “How dare you say that to me.”

“Yn-”

“If you interrupt me I swear to the Mother that I will break your fucking neck.” I watched him swallow his response. “If you think I am unhappy with your bond then you don’t know me at all. I want nothing more than for you to be happy, Lucien. But I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me sick to my stomach.”

“Elain is sweet. Nurturing and caring,” Lucien pointed out. "What's so bad about that?"

“Does she know anything about you?”

 “We’ve… talked about some things.”

“So does she know about your brothers?” His face paled. “Does she know about all the fights you got in with Tamlin? Does she know about Jesminda or how many years it took you to be able to hear her name and not burst into tears at the first syllable?”

“That’s not fair.”

“I think it’s perfectly fair, Lucien,” I shouted. My skin was blisteringly hot. All control was quickly crumbling. “The moment Elain came along, you forgot all about me. I am the only living being that has been there with you through everything. Through the destruction of the Spring Court, through Hybern. You begged me to come with you to Velaris, I gave up everything for you.”

“You wanted to leave, too. Don’t put all this on me,” Lucien said, waving his arms in the air. 

“I did it because of you. How dense are you, Lucien? How blind are you to not see that every decision I have made since I met you has been for your well being?”

“I never asked that of you.”

“No, you didn’t. Because you’ve never once considered that I would do it without a second thought. I care about you. I was the one you wept to every time Elain rejected you, and yet, every single time you ran right back to her. I don’t know what you see in her. I think she has made it incredibly clear that she wants nothing to do with you.”

“You don’t know that. You don’t know anything about us.” Lucien’s eyes went dark, his mouth pressed in a flat line, nostrils flared. 

I scoffed. A harsh, bitter laugh falling from my lips. “Did you seriously just say that to me? All I do is listen to you complain about her and how she doesn’t open up. About how closed off she is. For Cauldron's sake, Lucien, you had the balls to come here after opening day, after blowing me off, to talk about her. Want some advice? Take a nice long look in the mirror.”

“Why can you just not accept the fact that I might want to have a relationship with her? Why can’t you be happy for me?”

“Because what does she have that I don’t? What is it about her that you could possibly like more than me? Cauldron damn me, Lucien, we live together. I cook for you every day, we have breakfast and tea together.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Lucien furrows his brows together.

I could feel my heart start to splinter into however many pieces to double the amount of stars in the sky. All the love and contained affection I’ve had since I met Lucien has washed away in a moment. All those heart to hearts, all those late nights spent atop the House of Wind… all for nothing.

“You’re right,” I nodded, letting several tears run down my cheeks. “It means nothing. I have no reason to be mad at you for simply wanting to find love.”

Lucien sighed, a heavy, grueling noise. “Yn-”

“You know, everyone from back home kept saying that I was making a mistake, that I shouldn’t run off here with you. I think they’re right. This was all a mistake. I should’ve left you to rot on the side of the border.”

Color flushed his face and neck. Silence cursed us and I could only hear my occasional sniffle and the rapid beating of my heart. 

“Tell me this, Lucien. Do her eyes look better when they shine?”

“What? Yn why are you-”

“Does she look prettier when she cries? Am I just too much to handle or-or too emotionally unstable?”

“You’re not too much, Yn. You’re perfect the way you are,” he shook his head, taking my hands in his. I rip them away.

“Then gods dammit Lucien, what is it about her that you love so much more than me?” I screamed.

He is stunned and silent. His mouth opens and closes. No words are coming out. My chest feels like it’s going to cave in any second. 

“Yn… what are you talking about? Are you in love with me?” That flicker deep within my chest erupts into a thousand colors. I bite my lips to keep from crying out. “You are… aren’t you?”

I just shake my head. “I asked you a question first.”

“No, you can’t do this to me, that's not fair.”

“Who gives a fuck what is fair, Lucien? You have discarded me to the side like I was nothing. Did you forget that I was the one who sacrificed her life for you? What has Elain done for you? Nothing. She has done nothing but distract you from the important things in your life.”

“Like you?” Lucien said with an equal amount of venom in his voice. “You are so selfish.”

“You want me to admit it?” I snarled, my face inches from his. “Fine, I’m jealous. I am so jealous that you look at her like she hung the moon and at me like I mean nothing to you. There is no worse feeling in the world than seeing you happy with her, wishing and praying to every god that it was me.”

Lucien just stands still. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Yn.”

“That you love me too!” I shout, pacing around. “You’re telling me that Elain, someone who refuses to give you anything but a cold shoulder, is going to get all the love and affection I so treacherously built back into you after Jesminda? Did you ever stop and think for one moment that there could be you and I? Tell me how the fuck that makes sense.”

“Yes, you took care of me, and I will be eternally grateful for what you’ve done for me. I can’t ever repay you for giving life back to me. But I can’t… I can’t force myself to love you, Yn. I just can’t.”

My body felt like it was on fire. And not the kind of blaze I got when I looked into his eyes. It felt like the bond I had carefully hidden for years was finally unbraiding inside my soul. But when my eyes did meet his… nothing. No burst of excitement or sense of relief. 

I felt utterly nothing as I looked at the man that has been in every single moment of my life for the past sixty years. 

“Please say something,” Lucien begged. 

I couldn’t. Not with this world obliterating feeling inside my chest. I could only stare at the floor. 

“Yn… Yn please don’t let this ruin what we have.”

“It was ruined the moment you walked in that door.” My voice was meek. 

I could see Lucien shake his head, but his features became a blurry whirlwind behind my tears. “Yn I’m begging you I’ll-”

“Get out.”

“No,” Lucien's voice cracked. “No, I'm not going to leave.” He came and grabbed my shoulders, trying to make me look at him.

“Leave, right now, or I’ll get someone who will.” I'll call for Azriel. That will really make his skin blister. He instantly let go. “I want all traces of you gone by tomorrow night.”

“You can’t do this to me. To us.”

“It’s clear you’ve made your decision on where your priorities lie. I refuse to be second place to you anymore.”

“You have never been second place to me, Yn. Never. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t valued. But I can’t love you. I’m not in love with you.”

“And that is why you have to go. Take care Lucien, I hope she was worth it.”

I don’t bother to show him to the door. He knows where it is. I don’t offer him any other farewells. He doesn’t deserve my good luck. Instead I return to my pots and pans, staring painfully at them. I have no choice but to force him away.

It might just kill me, this ache in my body. It might just engulf me and swallow me into the earth, back to wherever I came from and give me another shot. Hopefully the next one I’ll actually get what I deserve. 

As I stare at the meal before me, it’s like I’m looking at a fresh batch of pure despair. It brings me nothing but painful reminders of years ago back in the Spring Court. Where it was just the two of us. There was no Night Court, there was no emissary duty, there was no Feyre or Nesta or Elain. 

Just me and my Lucien. 

And now there was just me. 

I have to do something. Distantly I hear the door click shut, it’s groan signaling Lucien’s vacancy. As hard as I can, I throw a wooden spoon towards it. It’s gratifying, but it doesn’t dull the ancient pain inside. I throw another. And another. And another. Until there are no more wooden spoons left, and they have been fated to splinters. 

I began to throw away the food I was preparing. A pot full of potato and cheese soup goes first. The lamb in the oven goes next. Then the sweet cherry pie next to it. I stash away the cups and silverware, nearly shattering them in the process.

This was supposed to be a celebration. Of all the hard work I have put into my restaurant over the last several years. It was opening night, the line was a mile long. Even Rhys and Feyre were there to congratulate me.

But not the one person I wanted most. 

This dinner. This fucking dinner. It was his favorite. Though I suppose it still is. Something I made him when he was upset. But instead of settling my stomach, it made it wretch.

I should send the recipe to Elain, but change one ingredient. Replace the chives with cilantro. He hates cilantro. I know so much about him, he knows so much about me. 

Why… just why couldn’t it have worked?

I’ll never get to see him smile again. Or cry. I’ll never get to hear his laugh. Or braid his hair when he’s sick. I’ll never get to feel his arms around me or hear the sound of him coming in the door. If I’m not gone when he gets all his stuff tomorrow, I just might ask him to stay. 

I deserve better. Someone who will look at me like I’ve hung the moon. Who will pursue me the way Lucien pursues Elain. I deserve unconditional. 

I wish I could still deserve him.

~~~~~~~~~

Part 2

[abbyandersonslove]

♡ May Her Love Guide Me ♡

Plot Summary: You’re a Seraphite and you catch Abby’s eye one day while she’s out on patrol

Warnings: Kidnapping, canon typical violence, not so canon typical Abby, mention of gunshots, mild religious undertones, loss of consciousness and slight angst

Word Count: 1.7k

 

Abby Anderson was madly and indisputably in love with the enemy. Every negative feeling, every Scar she had killed suddenly left her mind when she laid eyes on this girl. It was supposed to be just another patrol. Clear out the area Issac was having problems with, and leave. No big deal. That’s what Abby had thought when she left the stadium, and what she continued to think until she saw you.

When she first laid eyes on you, she had just removed her foot from a Scar’s smashed in head. She had turned to see where Manny was and locked eyes with you. Her heart dropped. Fuck, you were beautiful, she could never bring herself to kill you. Your hair was done in intricately woven braids that she had no clue how to even attempt, but she would learn them in an instant if it meant getting close to you. Your brown leather robe shone in the dim light from Seattle’s constant onslaught of rain. For once, Abby thought the traditional scars marking all Seraphites were endearing, not a hideous proclamation of stupidity. You trembled slightly, holding your drawn bow. Blood splattered your clothing and face, you looked deeply frightened. You, Manny and Abby were the only people left here.

“What should we do with this señora?” Manny asks Abby cockily, knowing they had the upper hand here. Abby is conflicted on how to answer. On one hand, she wants to do her job as Issac’s right-hand woman and get the job done but on the other hand, she wants to spend the rest of her life with you, protecting and loving you. Wait what? Abby’s lost her fucking mind. She can’t want this. Maybe she should just kill you right here, right now and absolve any feelings she has. But the thought of killing you makes her sick. She should let you go back to your village. Maybe that would stop the Scars from invading on territory that isn’t theirs. But then she might never see you again. “Abs? Hello? Have you suddenly been surrounded by overwhelming guilt for all your actions? Joking. I know you’d never feel remorse for these pendejos. Seriously though, she we take her into custody?” Abby didn’t think about that. They could take you back to the FOB. That way, she’d be able to see you every day, but you’d be tortured for information. Possibly until death. Abby doesn’t want that either.

Abby’s head was swimming with anxiety and guilt, but her mouth speaks before she can make up her mind. “Let’s take her back to the FOB, she’ll have information Issac can use” Abby says, adjusting her backpack straps. Abby points her gun in your direction. “If you move or resist, I will shoot you” Abby says. The words demand confidence, but her voice betrays her. If they can take you back to the FOB, at least Abby can keep an eye on you. “Please, I have a little sister I have to take care of” you say, shaking. “Haven’t you taken enough precious lives?” “Shut up Scar, we don’t need your whole life story” Manny says, sneering in your direction. Abby regrets that she gives you a small sympathetic smile. She knew this wouldn’t work out, so why was she entertaining the idea? She needed a good sleep and some time with Alice and that would shake her out of things.

For now, Abby tries to push you out of her mind. You were encroaching on WLF territory after all. Gun still pointed in your direction; she advances towards you slowly. Manny follows suit and closes in behind you. He swiftly grabs you by the shoulders, causing you to lose the tension on your bow and drop it. You had been holding it drawn the entire time but never struck. Why was that? You started to cry, saying something unintelligible. Abby had to look away and step behind Manny. “If she tries anything I’ll shoot her” Abby says flourishing her gun. “Truck should still be parked where we left from. It’s a bit of a walk though.” Manny begins walking down the road, shoving you along in front. You try to look behind you, but Manny takes a hand off your shoulders and grabs your head. “Eyes in front señora. I am not against putting a bullet through your head,” he says shoving you a bit harder down the road.

Abby has checked out mentally, she’s cold, tired and covered in muck. She wants more than anything to be back in her room, freshly showered, watching one of Manny’s anime movies. But no, she’s here in the piss pouring rain, kidnapping the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. She thinks about her dad. He wouldn’t want this for his girl. She wishes things had turned out differently. If her dad hadn’t died, she’d still live in Salt Lake City, still be in her boring but stable relationship with Owen, Mel wouldn’t completely hate her and most of all, she would’ve never met you. She can’t dwell on this other life for too long. It made her want scream and cry.

By the time Abby has clocked back into reality, they’re approaching the truck. Manny has been talking for God knows how long about his latest fling. “Yeah man, that’s great,” Abby says non-convincingly, having very little clue who he was actually talking about. “I might actually see this one again,” Manny says excitedly. “You say that about a lot of people Manny, be real with yourself here,” Abby says, going ahead of you and Manny to grab some rope off the truck. She jumps off the back of the truck and lands in front of you, Manny moves to your side, holding your arms to your side so that Abby can tie you up.

While tying you up, Abby can look anywhere but your face. Usually, this part gives her a massive power trip but now, all Abby can feel is regret. Your cheeks are stained in tears, and your choked out sobs barely come out with how much you’ve been crying. She looks you in the eyes, for a second, she thinks she sees your expression change briefly, but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone. She kneels down on one knee to finish her work with a knot and flicks her head towards Manny. He lets go of you. “You’re not going to get away with this, her love will come and save me,” you say, wiggling around in your binds. “If you keep moving around like that, you’re gonna get rope burn,” Abby says partially because she doesn’t want to see you get hurt, but on the other hand, she wants you to know that it’s stupid to try and escape this.

“We better get going Abs, Issac wanted us back a while ago,” Manny says climbing into the back of the truck. Abby grabs you bridal style and steps onto the back of the truck. She places you down on the floor of the truck and sits behind you, legs caging you from getting up. “All clear,” Manny yells to driver and the truck starts moving. Abby tries to make small talk with Manny, but your whispered prayers distract her. You look up from the floor, first at Manny, then at Abby. She tries to look anywhere but you. Craning your neck to try and get eye contact with Abby, you say, “I see how you look at me. Is it regret? Is it longing? You feel remorse about what you’re doing to me, so why not let me go?” Abby looks down at you frustratedly. She hates that you’ve clocked her already. “Just shut up Scar, you’re already in a hole, don’t dig yourself deeper,” Abby says. She thinks about your words, she does long for you, and she regrets coming here today. Fuck, right now she regrets even joining the WLF. Maybe in another life, Abby thinks. Maybe in another life the two of us aren’t so different.

Back at the FOB, things are pretty quiet. It’s around 7 and most of the evening patrols left an hour ago. Issac is in one of the nearby medical tents, talking to Nora. When he sees you, Abby and Manny, he quickly excuses himself. “You two should have been back an hour ago. What the fuck happened out there?” Issac asks, annoyance laced in his tone. “There were a lot more Scars than you had told us about. And this señora was providing a bit of difficulty,” Manny says matter of factly. “We think she may have some information to give you,” he adds.

You struggle in your binds of rope. “If you think I’m going to willingly give up information, you’re mistaken,” you spit in Issac’s direction, punctuated with a glare. He looks down at you with general disinterest in his eyes. “We’ll see about that, Scar,” he says, applying pressure to several points on your neck. You try and escape his grasp but you quickly fall unconscious. He picks you up and talks over his shoulder to Abby and Manny. “You two are dismissed, you may go back to the stadium.”

Abby feels numb, she wants to turn around and grab you from Issac, never looking back once but she knows better. “We missed the shuttle truck from here to the stadium. We’ll have to walk home,” Manny says, stretching out his arms and legs. What a great way to end a great day, Abby thinks.

As the pair walk out the gate, Abby looks back one more time. Maybe by tomorrow you’ll be dead, beaten to death by Issac. But that won’t stop her from at least coming to check on you. She knows this whole idea is crazy, but just for a while, she wants to savour it as if it could happen. So tomorrow she’ll come back, but until then, you’ll occupy her thoughts and dreams.

Authors note: My first real post on this blog! Reblogs and notes are super appreciated <3

[muffinsin]

hello muffin! in case you don't see this until later: happy halloween!! I hope that, amidst writing and other blog-related activities, you have a great holiday and enjoy some spooky festivities!

I was wondering: how do you think the sisters would react to their significant others having pierced nipples?

Please and thank you!!

Did I move this to the front of the editing queue? I might have…! XP

Hey hon! :) Happy-late Halloween! XP Does it still count? I think it might!🎃 Awhh, thank you, hon! I had a fun time🙌 how was y’all’s Halloween, if y’all do anything fun?

My, my, as of now I can already say they’d be quite thrilled…let’s get into it though, shall we?

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Bela

While Bela finds your nipples cute without the piercings, she can’t deny the feeling she gets when looking at them

She isn’t a fan of too much or too big piercings

She likes them delicate, almost like subtle pieces of jewelry

Elegant

She likes little silver rings a lot

When wearing them, you can be sure she will hold you down, her skilled tongue working around your nipples and flicking them and the rings a little

She rather sees it as decoration, a piece of art

Her favorite colors are silver and red, and occasionally golden piercings for your nipples

She doesn’t like anything too dark or too big

Her favorite, though, is a set of red nipple piercings in the shape of red jewels at either side of the nipple

She loves to add more red to it, occasionally bite at your chest and lick it back up

Never too much, just enough for your body to match the red of the gems

Her red

The first time she sees your pierced nipples, she’s reasonably surprised

It’s incredibly rare to see one with such…accessories…at the castle, or the village either, really

You’re rare, intriguing

Of course, she’s curious too

She drags her tongue over them and likes to play with your breasts until she figures out just what grants her which reaction

She loves to see you squirm and writhe on the bed below her

Pinned by her, licked

Caressed

Your body hers to explore

Your breasts sucked and groped, your nipples played with

When sporting the metallic rings she likes, she might bite and gently tug your nipples by them

Likely, she will leave you sore, but she’ll take good care of you after

Bela very much so enjoys sucking your breasts, too, and dragging her tongue across whatever piercing you have in at the moment

Like with earrings, she’ll personally ensure you have a variety to choose from, some selected by her, others by yourself

And when you undress, it always serves as a nice surprise to her to see which you’ve picked out

Cassandra

Cassandra loves nipple piercings for various reasons

Of course, as a sadist, she likes the thought of using them to torture you

At many points has she begged you already

Please, oh please, allow her to pierce your breasts and privates, too! Your nose, ears, lip, whatever you like!

She wants to see you squirm!

She wants it so bad

And really, if you do allow her to add some more piercings, she’ll do an amazing job

Often, she tends to put specific piercings on your nipples

Light rings, connected by a light chain she loves to tug at times

Never too hard, just enough for you to fear and squeal for her

Never enough to tear through the little buds

Only ever enough to add more pressure

If she could, she’d have nipple piercings herself, really, as well as a clit one

Sadly, her body is far too quick to regenerate to properly allow this

At times she could keep you tied to the bed for hours

She’d tug your nipples and lick across them, kiss you and run her razor sharp nails across your sides

With every pull of your nipple piercings she gets hungrier, her pupils dilating, her mouth watering

Occasionally, she’ll bite into your breasts, just around the piercing

And she’ll eagerly lick the blood away, moaning and sucking at your breast

She’d lick across the piercing, dip her tongue into the wounds she’s caused

And lastly, she finds it thrilling to put a little larger ones on you

She loves to rock your body, to get a strap and use it on you

To watch them bounce with your breasts with every move into you

The first time she sees them, when she practically tore your shirt off, she’s taken by surprise

So beautiful, so perfect

So delicious

You’re sure she’s ready to eat you alive

And she might just be

Instead, she grabs your breasts and licks your nipples, her strong tongue rolling over your piercings

So eager, so hungry…

Daniela

Daniela loves nipple piercings!

Multiple times she’s tried to have one of her own, squirming and whining and crying out when her nipple got pierced

Her excitement when she got to sport a piercing too, though!

And, far too soon, her annoyance and frustration when she had to take it out for her body to heal the small “wound” left by the needle

How frustrating!

You, however, don’t share these struggles

The first time she finds out about your nipple piercings is, funnily enough, when she kisses you and gets a little too excited

Reaching up with her hands, her lips gently moving against yours, her fingers suddenly flinch back when she feels something odd under your shirt, just where your nipples are

You giggle at her shocked, surprised reaction

She’s adorable, really

And when you eventually pull up your shirt and let her see, you can see her eyes go wide

She lowers her head immediately, lapping at your pierced nipples with kitten-like licks

Still, she does so, almost every time she gets near your chest

She loves to suck your nipples and to feel the piercing under her tongue

At times, you help her pierce her nipples again, despite how they never stick for more than a few hours until she needs to remove it again

She squirms adorably beneath you as you do, whimpering, gasping, whining in pain

But, when her pierced nipples rub up against yours, it usually ends with her orgasming harder than ever before

She likes to try matching sets in those times

At other times, she likes to buy you piercings to match your underwear or any toy of hers

She thinks it’s cute

[shalomniscient]

hi! may i request nsfw hcs of shalom in a sundress? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

anon u r so galaxy brain for this............. licherally feeding my shalom delusions HLDSJHDLSJHD

(SUN)DRESS || shalom x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. cunnilingus, praise, pet names (pretty girl), mentions of public sex, fingering, strap-ons, riding

notes. this takes place post-canon :) also features implied chief!reader, because i can’t really see shalom ever truly falling for anyone else (sorry rahu 😔😔) also this is more fic than hcs because i wasn’t sure what to write for hcs….. sorry anon 😭😭😭

Shalom doesn’t wear sundresses often, but God help you when she does. The dress is form fitting and loose in the best of places, and it makes her seem almost ethereal, like she walked right off the set of some whimsical romance movie.

She enjoys the breeziness of the dress, and the amount of movement it allows—both very useful for when she convinces you to fuck her while she’s wearing it.

More often than not, she won��t be wearing anything underneath, allowing you very easy access to her cunt whenever you please. You could even tug the neckline down, if you so pleased, to access her full breasts. All this culminates in Shalom often testing your self control when you’re in public. Sometimes you wonder if she really does want you to just hike her dress up ever so slightly and fingerfuck her until she sees stars in some mall bathroom or a less visited corner of a park.

She likes to keep it on even in the comfort of your own home, and you’re not complaining much. She looks like a fucking vision when she rides your strap, her pretty little dress flowing and fluttering with each movement. Or when she’s on her back, silky hair splayed on the bed lile a halo as you fuck into her, dress bunched around her hips so you can see the way her cunt swallows your strap.

All in all, between the two of you, a sundress has become an unspoken invitation for sex. It’s a little unorthodox, but that’s the name of the game in your relationship, so you very much don’t mind at all.

Shalom is a woman whose every move is calculated. You know this from experience. From every move she makes, to every word she speaks, nothing is without purpose. It is a remnant from her days as a HUSH—though you’ve ensured she’ll never return to that life, it is nonetheless difficult for her to completely abandon that way of life after having lived it for a torturous amount of years.

All of this is to say that, Shalom deciding to go commando in a sundress today was 100% something she planned, even if she smiles and tells you otherwise.

Shalom looks real fucking good in a sundress, and she knows it. The bodice cut of the dress just makes the hourglass of her figure even more prominent, the wide neckline showing off her collarbones and her ample chest, usually obscured in her loose blouse and bulky Paradeisos-issued jacket.

The dress itself is a pastel shade of wine-red, a little lighter than her hair. Thin spaghetti straps show off her shoulders, and God, that open back—really, it was quite the achievement you lasted as long as you did.

Shalom laughs airily as you pick her up by her thighs and press her against a wall of your home. You felt like you’d been tortured the entire morning on what was supposed to be a peaceful promenade around town on a lovely summer morning. Instead, the mere sight of her in that damned dress has left your thoughts in complete and utter disarray. Now that you’re back in the privacy of your own home though, you press hot, open mouthed kisses against the pale column of Shalom’s neck like a woman starved, while her legs wrap around your waist.

“Eager, aren’t we?” she teases, fingers winding in your hair as you kiss lower, tongue and teeth laving at her collarbones.

“Wanted you the moment you put this fucking dress on,” you rasp. “Almost couldn’t wait to get home.”

Shalom chuckles at that. “Poor little thing.” It turns into a pleased groan when your hands find the globes of her ass and squeeze appreciatively, your thumbs rubbing circles over the indent of her hips. You swallow all of her noises with a greedy, devouring kiss. Fuck, you just can’t get enough of her.

“Pretty girl,” you mutter, as your hands slip under her dress. “So fucking pretty, all for me, hm?”

“All for you,” Shalom breathes out readily, eyes blowing wide as she watches you sink to your knees. The floor is hard, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when you come face to face with her bare, dripping cunt. She holds the lower half of her dress up for you, letting it bunch around her hips as you dive in.

The first stripe you lick along her sweet cunt has her sighing in pleasure. Slim fingers wind tightly in your hair as she tugs you closer to her sex, your nose pressing against her stiff clit. One of your hands grips her thigh and throws it over your shoulder, giving you more access to her. Shalom moans, high and loud as you plunge your tongue into her waiting cunt, lapping up her slick right from her twitching hole.

You practically make-out with her pussy, the wet sounds of your tongue fucking in and out of echoing around the living room. You glance up at her, and blood rushes to your core when you note the flush in her cheeks and the way she bites her lower lip between her teeth. It inspires you to keep going, to make her shatter from pleasure, so you withdraw your tongue and replace them with two fingers instead, right to the knuckle.

Shalom cries out, a sound so beautiful you wish you could capture it and keep it forever. But you can’t, so you decide to just pull more of them from her lips. Her ankle digs into your back as her body tenses up, and you feel her cunt tighten around your fingers, even as you scissor and curl them just the way you know she likes.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” you ask softly, pressing kisses to her thighs. Her body trembles, and the fingers in your hair tighten.

“J-Just like that, my heart,” she says breathily, hips starting to jerk as she careens towards that high. “Oh, love, I’m—“

You take the oppurtunity to dive back in and wrap your lips around her poor, swollen clit and suck and that’s all it takes for her to cum all over your fingers with a loud cry, almost a scream. You replace your fingers with your tongue as you help her ride out her orgasm, not letting a single drop of her slick go to waste. You don’t stop until she’s pushing your head away, hips twitching from overstimulation.

At that, you rise to your feet, and she lets her dress fall back how it’s supposed to. The waist area is terribly crumpled, but neither of you really care. You place a hand on her waist as she catches her breath again, and you resist the urge to pepper more kisses along her flushed chest and neck. Shalom has always had a somewhat poor constitution, so breaks were necessary in between.

“I should wear sundresses more often,” she muses eventually, leaning her head against the wall and offering you a smug smirk. You roll your eyes, but what can you say when you played right into her hands?

[spenceragnewfics]

as the ABSOLUTE CHAMPION of whumpfic in all fandoms, I will never not request fics in which he's hurt and y/n takes care of him. I will request this to literally anyone who will listen, the word must be spread. :P

(not really into the torture-style whump where there's someone like lowkey abusing them, gimme all the broken legs and car accidents and fainting spells and all that fun stuff. :P )

I have never written a whump fic and I've read very few but I hope this is what you were hoping for.

HIS CARETAKER | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

TW: Major injury, blood, needle, stitches

Word Count: 872

Description: Y/N has always been a caretaker, she just didn't realize how much she would need to be one for her boyfriend.

Y/N has always dealt with accident-prone people. Her little sister is very accident-prone so she’s been a caretaker since she could remember. When she moved to LA from her hometown, she didn’t think she would have to continue to be one until she met her loving but very accident-prone boyfriend, Spencer Agnew.

Spencer is one of the nicest, sweetest, most understanding people you could ever meet, but this man gets hurt just about every time he walks. Cuts, scrapes, bumps, everything you could think of this man has and very often. His hands are almost always wrapped in some kind of bandage done amazingly by his loving girlfriend.

Thankfully, he hasn’t had anything too major happen yet. No broken bones, no hospital visits, just small cuts and bruises. So Y/N is happy to take care of him as long as he doesn’t do something super stupid.

One day at Smosh, Y/N is putting the finishing touches on Arasha’s makeup before she goes to the games set. As the head of the makeup and hair department at Smosh, Y/N is always busy making sure the cast looks amazing.

“Okay, Rasha you look stunning as always. Now get Chanse over here, he’s my last one for this shoot.” 

“Of course, thanks again,” Arasha says before hugging her and walking off to get Chanse. Y/N gets a little bit of time to clean her brushes and area before Chanse arrives. While she’s doing that, she feels a hand on her back. Normally, she’d jump but the familiar cologne makes her smile instead, “Hey, honey. Whatcha doin'?”

“Just coming to see how everything’s going before we do this shoot. Are we still good for dinner tonight?” He asks, his hand resting on her waist while he looks at her lovingly. “Of course, you know I never turn down free food.” Spencer rolls his eyes with a small laugh before kissing her cheek. “If that’s how you see it, I’ll see you after the shoot.”

The two share a quick kiss before he walks off to the games set, “Honestly, you two make me believe in love.” Chanse says while walking over to the makeup station. “Well thank you. I know you’ll find the perfect guy one day, Chanse. Just gotta give it time.” She says, sitting him down as she starts on his makeup.

It doesn’t take her long to finish Chanse’s make-up and when she does, she starts to clean up. She has it down to a science after doing this job for so long. Checking the time, she sees that it’s still a while before the games shoot will be over so she decides to get her a snack.

Almost an hour later, the doors to the games set burst open with Courtney running out. “Y/N! Y/N!” They scream, looking around for the girl. Hearing her name being yelled, she gets out of her chair at her desk and looks around before seeing the blonde running up to her, “Court, what’s wrong?” She asks, holding her friend’s arms in comfort.

“It’s Spencer, he hurt himself. We need you, like now.” Hearing that her boyfriend is hurt, she quickly grabs the first aid kit she has at her desk before running with Courtney back to the games stage.

“She’s here, Spence. It’s going to be okay.” Arasha says when she sees Y/N running in. Everyone moves away as she gets close and kneels on the ground. She looks over at her boyfriend whose hand is bleeding heavily, a huge gash evident. “Shh, shh, it’s going to be okay, baby.” She assures him, as she opens the first aid kit.

“I’m so sorry, I was being stupid.” He says, trying to look at his hand but she stops him. “Don’t look at it, Spence. Just look at me.” She says, grabbing the needed supplies: alcohol wipes, thread, and a needle.

“What happened, guys?” She asks the room as she starts to clean his hand. “We were trying to do a bit but it went wrong and he got cut. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Chanse apologizes, his voice wavering. 

“It’s okay, I just…can we clear the stage for the time being?” She asks, her eyes not leaving the wound on his hand as she continues to clean it. “Yeah, yeah, come on guys.” Alex Tran says, moving into his producer role and having everyone leave, Y/N and Spencer being the only ones on stage.

“I’m so sorry, babe. You’re always having to take care of me and I just-” Spencer says, but she stops him. “Charles Spencer Agnew, I do not care. I take care of you because I want to. I love you and I will take care of you.” She says while grabbing the needle and thread.

“Now this will hurt but you need stitches. You’re lucky my mother was a nurse.” She teases before starting on the stitches. He winces every so often before she finishes and kisses it.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you.” He says, smiling at her. “Bleed out or be dead on the side of a road.” She jokes before leaning in to kiss him.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Amarantha x f!reader x Rhysand: Crimson Delights[*]

A/N: This is pretty short but it’s a rough continuation of The High Queen’s Courtesan :)

Warnings: threesome (fmf), oral (f!receiving), smut, Amarantha’s kinda mean but that’s to be expected

Word Count: 1,885

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“I’ve been thinking,” she muses from beside you on the bed.

Your attention slides to her immediately, turning to your right, settling on your side as you peer at her. Patiently waiting for her to continue.

“How many years have you been serving me for now, pet?” She asks, her silky, wine-red hair unbound on the dark pillowcase. You blink, thinking back to when you’d been roughly brought in. “Three, my Queen,” you answer. Really it feels like there has never existed a time without her, entirely wrapped up in your life of utter bliss and luxury.

“Only three,” she echoes, the edges of her lips quirking cruelly, sending heat fluttering between your thighs. “And in all that time, I don’t think I’ve ever let you and Rhysie play, have I?” You stiffen beside her, blinking as you watch her silently. Her blood-coloured nails come to rest around your throat, lightly scraping at the sensitive skin. “My Queen?” You manage out, pulse spiking beneath her fingertips.

Dark-painted lips stretch in a malevolent curve. “I think I’d like to see that,” she muses, eyes tracing over your parted mouth with cruel sadism. “But I don’t want to fuck him,” you say, “I want to serve you—”

“It doesn’t matter what you want, pet,” she growls in warning. “Disobey me again and I’ll make sure you don’t enjoy him.” Your Queen leans closer, dragging you so your lips almost touch as she stares down at you, dark desire swirling in the depths of her gaze. “He could turn it into real torture with a single breath of a command.”

You swallow thickly, heat steadily building between your thighs. “I didn’t mean to insult, my Queen,” you manage beneath her grip. “I only want the most pleasure for you.” White teeth gleam in the low light, a shiver licking up your spine as your hairs stand on end, relaxing into her brutal touch. “My pleasure is my business. All you need to think about is following my orders,” she says lowly, “don’t forget you’re expendable to me.” Your back arches at her cruel words, heat settling in the pit of your belly at the brutal nature of your High Queen. “Don’t be sad,” she croons, knowing you’d much rather have her to yourself than Rhys. “Maybe if you’re flawless, you can tempt me to join.”

Arousal liquefies in your lower abdomen, thighs squeezing together, never breaking her intense gaze. Grateful for every moment she decides to put on you over anything else.

She shifts, moving onto her back, releasing her piercing grip on your throat. “Now, not another word out of that mouth of yours. I want all your attention between my legs this morning,” she breathes, her own arousal permeating the air, intense enough for you to salivate at her appetising scent. As you shift beneath the covers, pushing them away to aid your movement, your hands settle atop her thighs, spreading them a little wider.

“Better eat up,” she croons, curving her legs at the knee. “It’s all you’re having for breakfast, lunch, and dinner after that little stunt.”

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Your spine arches from the bed, baring your chest to the heavens as he slams in, large, firm hands gripping your hips with terrible power.

You can see why your Queen favours him.

A pained-sounding moan pants softly from your lips, features scrunching as your brows pull together, eyes squeezed shut while your nails practically shred the sheets. You can feel her eyes on you, having heat simmering beneath your skin. Arousal bubbling in the pit of your stomach, coiling tight and ready to spring free. How long has it been since you’ve received pleasure from someone else?

Amarantha doesn’t allow you to lie with other people; you’re hers. Which is why this change of heart is still so impossible to comprehend. Everything about you belongs to her, wholeheartedly. Down to the last drop of pleasure, it’s hers to control, hers to chose how to use. She’s never once given you and orgasm herself—she’s High Queen, and you her courtesan. You make no mistake in thinking that makes you anywhere near equals.

And yet—

“Harder.” The command quietly sliced through the room, and the Lord’s violet eyes glint with malevolent cruelty. Your lips fly open as he angles your hips, raising them from the bed, and hits harder. Shoving the air from your lungs as your hands scramble for purchase. You’d like to grab onto him, cling to his shoulders in an effort to keep you stable, but you doubt your Queen would approve, so you settle for having nails stab into your palms, teeth biting your lower lip.

You can’t last longer, with how the waves are already welling within you, preparing to crash down with brutal force, promising absolute pleasure. Breaths are rushed spasms of lungs, violent gasps each and every time he hits that spot, purposefully targeting it. Well-versed in female pleasure, and weaponising his knowledge against you.

Panting heavily, you crane your neck to the side, you and the Lord splayed out lengthways across the foot of her bed, while she watches leisurely from the top. Pleasant entertainment to get her worked up. Brows curve as your gaze locks with her own, pleading for her to allow you to touch her, to taste her, to feel her in some way. After so long of serving her with utter dedication, it feels wrong to be on the receiving end. Incomplete. Unsatisfactory in a way you need to be okay.

Dark-painted lips curve sinfully at their edges. “Stop.”

You pant heavily, torn between wishing for more and silently hoping she’ll relent.

Her sharp eyes gleam, then she’s beckoning you toward her. “Up here, pet,” she says lowly. It’s all the encouragement you need to force your body into compliance. His large hands release you, and you manage to shift onto your hands and knees, crawling lethargically up toward her, moving between her parted thighs. “My Queen?” You ask, desperate for her to give you an order to follow. Blood-red lips curve. “On the bed,” she orders lowly, arousal spinning your mind as her scent washes over you.

You follow swiftly, putting your back to the mattress, relief cooling your skin when she swings a leg over your head. Back on familiar ground. You’d do anything to please her, naturally, but taking pleasure while she remained unattended simply doesn’t sit right. You should be between her thighs, causing her pleasure, making her a mess and cleaning it up afterward. If you aren’t doing so, what’s the point?

“Open,” she commands, your lips parting automatically as she takes her seat, settling over your mouth like it’s her throne. Your nipples peak as arousal prickles your skin, so close to tasting her, already having her weight over top your parted lips, tongue prone to lick, and suck, and swirl. Anything and everything she wants.

“Rhysie,” she calls over her shoulder, turning to peer back at the male. “Return to her,” she says, and once again you stiffen. She should be receiving pleasure—you don’t even want it right now. Feel him at your entrance, his tip pressing to the soft, wet dip between your spread thighs, his large hands keeping you open for him. You aren’t the only one who seeks to please the High Queen.

Her nails rake over your scalp, fisting your hair as she pulls you against her heat, slowly grinding her hips over you, arousal gleaming on your lips and nose as she begins getting herself off, all the while watching the desperation in your eyes. “Set to work,” she growls, and you’re ready. More than ready, in fact. Overwhelmed with relief, until the Lord beats you to it.

Your spine arches off the bed as he slams in, knocking the air from your lungs once again, fucking you so brutally you could swear your Queen becomes some sort of Angel, wreathed in light. You don’t waste another second, arms wrapping over her thighs as lips seal over her clit, tongue rolling and flicking in those practiced movements. You know what she likes and you know how fast or slow to move according to the faint thrum of her pulse, the tempo of her breathing.

Pleasure numbs your skin, the bruising grip of his hands only vaguely registering as you focus on her. Swiping your tongue over her heat, suckling her clit, pushing at her entrance to have her enjoying this more than you are. She needs the best, and you’ll give her nothing but.

Heat ripples across your skin as the Lord continues pounding into you, sweat gleaming upon pale skin, desaturated from the void of sunlight this far below. He’s targeting that one, damned spot repeatedly, abusing it until your eyes gleam. Your Queen’s gaze pierces into, rolling her hips as she observes you beneath her, getting off on how content you are to utterly submit to her. So eager to please her.

It’s enough to have that steady heat in the pit of her stomach rapidly coiling, ready to burst, to spread across her skin. Her grip tightens brutally in your hair, hips winding sporadically as her high sweeps through her thighs, palming at her breast as your tongue swirls tight over her clit, suckling and swiping to take her through the orgasm. Feel as she flutters atop your mouth, her weight resting fully over your face, delicious wet heat for you to give your attention to until she’s satiated.

Your pleasure breaks with her own, eyes squeezing shut in bliss, relishing in the taste of her release, the scent of her arousal as the Lord continues pounding into you, throwing you into overstimulation as he refuses to release you from the intense pleasure. You peer up at your High Queen desperately, begging her to tell him to stop—it’s too much. But she watches, panting shallowly, observing how your brows scrunch together, eyes gleaming wet with overstimulation. The pads of your fingers press into her thighs needfully, tongue still lapping over her heat.

“Leave us,” she orders, pulling her attention away to icily gaze over her shoulder at the Lord. He obeys, slowing his thrusts before pulling out, and she feels your body begin to soften, muscles relaxing from being wound tight from pleasure. You’re so overwhelmed you hardly realise he’s left until she’s raising from your mouth, silvery, glossy threads of slick coating her thighs and your lips. Your tongue darts out, swiping over the skin, even if you’re hardly able to focus.

Her dark-painted lips curve ever so slightly in the corners, settling back over your mouth, winding gently, easing out the last embers of her pleasure. “How was that, pet?” She asks, still gripping your hair, though not as hard as before. You manage something between a hum and a moan, entirely fucked out after sustaining Rhys for a single round.

A cruel sounding laugh whispers from her lips, enjoying the sight of you so deluded and soft. So utterly out of it.

“Maybe I should let you and Rhysie play more often,” she muses, rolling lightly atop your mouth, clit bumping into the round tip of your nose.

“Get to see him pull you apart for me.”

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[ilguna]

☼ drowning in love (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; you promised Johanna you'd support her with anything she needed when she came back from the Capitol.

warnings; swearing, they shower together, torture mention.

wc; 1.6k

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“I’ve changed my mind.” Johanna says, you tilt your head at her, unamused.

The two of you are currently inside of, what must be, the smallest bathroom you’ve ever seen. You thought that when the medical team of Thirteen said they had a private bathroom, they meant something bigger. You weren’t expecting it to be the same size as the bathrooms in the Capitol, but at least half that. It isn’t, though. Everything in here has been crammed to ensure that every inch of space is used.

Johanna’s sitting on the toilet lid, hunched over in her towel, arms wrapped around her abdomen to make herself smaller. You’re standing directly in front of her, your kneecaps touching hers because there is nowhere else to stand in here. You’re lucky that there’s even enough room for the two of you to shower together in the first place.

“Babe, that’s what you said ten minutes ago, you can’t keep changing your mind.”

She shakes her head, staring at the floor, “I’m not ready.”

“You’re going to have to do it either way.” You tell her, “If you don’t do it with me, then the nurses will do it, and they don’t really care about your feelings.”

She meets your eyes, “They’ll sedate me.”

“And then you miss out on an opportunity to start the process of healing. You can’t keep pushing it back. What will you do when the rebellion’s over and we’re no longer in Thirteen? There won’t be anyone to sedate you.” You raise your eyebrows.

“You will, if I put up a big enough fight.” She says, you think you can see a smile hinting at the corners of her lips. She’s not entirely joking, though. She knows that you don’t like seeing her in pain.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll be right here.”

“Except, I don’t want to go in there alone. What if—what if I have an episode?” She asks, you watch her shudder.

“Do you want me to go in with you?” You ask, “You know I will.”

“What if I attack you? Like Peeta did to Katniss?” 

“You won’t. They didn’t use tracker jacker venom on you.” You say, “And the doctors would’ve caught it by now.”

Johanna begins to bite on her bottom lip, face contorting while she thinks. She knows you’re right, but she doesn’t want to admit it. She just wants to find a way out to avoid having to face the water. And you understand why, the issue is that you won’t be putting up with sponge baths for the rest of your life. 

Her eyes dart to the door momentarily, possibly planning an escape. She won’t make it far, not with you standing in front of it. She wouldn’t be able to pull it open before you have her on her ass again.

“Johanna, the water can’t hurt you.” You slide down the wall, taking her hands in yours, “You know you’ll have control in there. You’ll be able to move the shower head off to the side if you can’t handle it, and change the temperature if it’s too close to what they used in the Capitol.”

She presses her lips together, “I don’t want to freak out, (Y/n).”

“You won’t. I’ll get in there with you. You’ll be safe with me in there, you know I would never let anything happen to you, not when I’m right there.” You squeeze her hands.

She nods.

“It’s only a few minutes, we’re just getting your body washed. You’ll feel so much better once the grime is gone, and you’re washing away their touch.”

“Okay.” Johanna breathes.

“Okay.” You echo, letting go of her hands as you get back to your feet. 

You slide the glass door open, leaning in to turn the shower on. You can feel her hands grip around your wrist when the water starts. And without you even saying anything, she begins to take deep breaths in through her nose, and exhales through her mouth. A technique she was taught by the head doctor, it looks like she’s paying attention after all.

You guide her hand to the water slowly so she can feel the temperature, adjusting it the way she tells you to. She goes on the hotter side, staying away from the warm to cold range. You’ll have to keep that in mind for the future.

“Alright,” You hold your hand out to her.

“Can you go in first?” She asks.

“Johanna, if you run out of the bathroom, I’m going to be pissed.” You tell her.

“I won’t. You’ll be closer to the water.” She says, “Please?”

You watch her for a couple of seconds, gauging whether or not she’s telling the truth, and find that she is. You pull your hair up, figuring that you’d rather accidentally get the ends wet than your whole head. You then take off District Thirteen’s jumpsuit, and the underwear underneath.

You keep a hand on Johanna when you open the glass door, backing inside a few steps. This forces her to her feet, where she uses a shaky hand to release the towel, letting it fall to the floor.

“It’s only a couple of minutes.” You remind her, “One step at a time.”

“I know.” She breathes, “I don’t think I can get my face wet.” 

“How about we do your collarbones and down?” You ask, “Does that sound okay?”

She hums in agreement, coming into the shower. She slides the door shut behind her, and you watch her begin to take deeper breaths. You reach back to feel how close the water is, and find it only an inch further back.

“How do you want to do this?” You ask her, “You have to face the water.”

“Just my back right now.” She closes her eyes.

You move her around, slowly backing her into the water, watching as her face twists at the anticipation. When it begins to rain down on her back, she jumps slightly, a shudder running through her body. You can see the goosebumps rise on her arms.

You step closer, placing your hands on her hips, watching her face. She’s got her eyes closed, trying to focus on not freaking out. She moves slightly to allow the water on her shoulders and down her sides.

“Do you think I’ll be better by the end of the rebellion?” She asks.

“If we keep working on it, it’ll be a step in the right direction.” You tell her, “It won’t happen overnight Johanna, as much as I know you wish it would.”

“I wish he’d chosen something else.” She mutters, eyebrows drawing in, “The District borders will finally be down and we won’t even be able to see the ocean. Finnick makes me so jealous when he talks about how beautiful the beach is. And all we’ve got are fuckin’ trees.” 

“That’ll be our goal, then.” You say, she opens her eyes, “To go visit Annie and Finnick on the beach.”

“That could take years, (Y/n).” She says.

“Good thing we’re gonna live for a while.” You smile, she lets out a laugh, “Ready to turn around?”

She nods, you let go of her hips, allowing her to turn around to face the water. She lets out a breath, hesitating.

“I didn’t take you as a beach person.” You say, hoping it’ll take her mind off of the shower water, and instead put her somewhere else. She doesn’t move for a second, before stepping forward. You place your hands on her hips again.

“Yeah, well, neither did I. Finnick talks about the summers there, how he and his family would jump off the docks as kids. The water is cold and refreshing. The sand is warm, and sometimes too hot to walk on with bare feet.” She murmurs, reaching over to grab the bar of soap on the shelf, you smile slightly. “They build sandcastles and play games. It’s like a picnic we have at home, but on the beach. And the best part is the sunsets apparently.”

“I think Finnick just wants us to move there.” You laugh.

“Probably.” She agrees, “I wouldn’t mind, Annie and Finnick are our best friends. It’d be nice to be close to torture them often.”

“I’m sure it’s an option.” You say, “Even if you’re not ready to see the water, I’m sure they have houses away from the water.”

She pauses, “You’d move there with me?”

“Where else would I go?” You laugh, “Do you think I’d stay in Seven?”

“Well, no.” She says, carefully rubbing the soap over her skin. It’s still tender from the scabs that have recently fallen off. “I just thought you’d be more against it.”

“We’ve lived in Seven our whole lives, I’m sure it’ll be okay if we move somewhere new for a while.” You tell her.

“That’s true.”

You lather her back in soap, so it’s less effort for her. She rinses the scentless bubbles down the drain, and then steps out to dry herself off. You get rid of the soap that she’d accidentally gotten on you, before shutting the water off.

When you step out, you’re able to see Johanna wiping her eyes, sniffing. She looks at your briefly, eyes already turning red.

“Hey,” You pull the spare towel around your body, before pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around you, letting out a sob. “It was so easy, you didn’t even think about it.”

“I know.” She places her forehead on your shoulder, “I know, I’m afraid it won’t be like this every time.”

“It can be, though.” You press a kiss to her cheek, squeezing her tighter, “And I’ll be here with you the entire time, I promise.”

[pterodactylterrace]

Why exactly did they decide to make Aegon SA the maid? In the books he never assaults anyone. He is known to have a “large carnal appetite” but it’s never mentioned that these women were forced in anyway. The closest we get is when we hear that he won the virginities of two maidens at an auction in flea bottom. Which, by my understanding, means he paid extra to be a whore’s first customer. It wasn’t some sweet innocent girl like we see in the show. The girls already worked in the brothel learning their trade. They don’t just yoink girls off the street and out their virginity up for sale.

So why include it in the show? Was it because they realized Aegon wasn’t nearly as horrible as Rhaenyra, so they had to do something?

Rhaenyra has 3 bastards that everyone knows about, but can’t say anything. Just committing open treason and no one is allowed to point it out.

She had beef with a literal 2 year old. She had multiple tantrums at her little brothers second name day hunt. Also looked right at him and compared the death squeals of a boar to the crying to children.

Suspected of killing her first husband. In the show, she shows Laenor mercy, but has no problem killing off one of his servants because they needed a body. You don’t understand! She reconnected with her uncle by fucking him on the beach at his late wife’s funeral! She just HAD to marry Daemon instead! Who cares that Laenor was in the process of recommitting himself to their marriage when she sprung this idea on him? He gets to live penniless with his boyfriend in Pentos or something! All he had to do was give up his family, his inheritance, his power, his place at court and all his wealth, along with the life of one of his father’s servants. Sure, he could have kept all those things, but then Daemon would get all broody about how he can’t openly fuck his niece!

Her second eldest is adamant he doesn’t want the Driftwood throne. She forces him to fight for it anyway rather than just quietly sending word that Luke is willing to allow Vaemond to inherit in his place.

Suggesting Aemond be tortured to learn where he heard her sons being called bastards after Luke just slashed out his eye. Not to mention that snobby “Thank you, father�� that was totally inappropriate, unnecessary and sent Alicent over the edge.

In comparison, Aegon is a teenage boy who… likes drinking and jerking it. The worst thing he has done was mock his brother with a pig. Alicent corrects this behavior, and from what I can tell, the two boys were friendly towards each other after the time jump. Aemond and Aegon are chatting before dinner. Aemond stands to defend Aegon when Jace acts like he may try something. When Aemond gets punched by Jace and then pushes him to the ground, Aegon grabs Luke before he can do anythjng. Clearly they have grown close.

We see the twins at the fighting pit where Aegon allegedly goes often. How can they know that, though? Earlier in that episode Otto asks his personal guard (either Erryk or Arryk. Their names sound the same and they have the same face, I don’t know who is who) where he is and his guard admits that Aegon exploits his authority to order him away and then evades him. He admits he doesn’t have a clue what he gets up to. Then, later we see a boy with blonde hair and purple eyes, and it’s Aegon’s. No doubt in anyone’s mind. Clearly Aegon is knowingly breeding child fighters for the pit. Weird how he wasn’t there, though.

Matter of fact, the white worm just found him drunk off his ass and stashed him in the sept. That’s what he was getting up to. Getting drunk and likely paying for sex.

Now let’s analyze the scene where Alicent confronts Aegon.

Alicent is IRATE and Aegon is half asleep. Looks like he hasn’t moved in a while, tbh. Aegon asks if something happened. Don’t you think he would know if he did something? His mother reminds him about Dyana, and he seems very nonchalant about it. Not the kind of reaction you would expect from someone that just forced himself on a struggling servants. He saw it as just a bit of fun. His reaction just seems… off.

Now, we know GRRM likes to repeat plot points. One in the original series was Cersei only laying with Robert when he was drunk so she could finish him off some other way, and he wouldn’t remember. Aegon is a known drunk. There were no witnesses. Who’s to say Dyana isn’t a spy or a mole sent to fuck shit up?

She is in season 2. Why bring back an SA victim in season 2 if she doesn’t have more to add to the story? Sure, there could be a revenge arc, but from my understanding, Dyana is at a brothel in season 2. Now, did she wind up there after the Aegon incident (hard to believe considering she was given a pouch of coin to start a new life and she only made it to the end of the palace driveway) OR she went back to where she came from. Back to her mistress, the White Worm. We see she employs young women in her service. Who’s to say they didn’t make the whole thing up to try and sway more people towards Rhaenyra’s cause? Nothing makes a man look worse than SA.

So all the horrible things Aegon has done so far, has been hearsay. We don’t see anything other than him bullying Aemond when they were kids. So either the writers had to do something totally awful with his character, or it wouldn’t be such a landslide siding for Rhaenyra.

You know if they hadn’t decided to assassinate his character, it would be much closer to a 50/50 split. They also had to whitewash the hell out of Rhaenyra to make her more likable. In the books, SHE orders Vaemond’s death and feeds him to her dragon. So in the same episode they blackwashed Aegon and whitewashed Rhaenyra so the audience would root for her. Then they had the balls to say WITH THEIR WHOLE CHEST that they aren’t biased in their writing.

[butterflylove-07]

My cum was dripping off my rapist’s raw cock and down his balls by the time he finally pulled out of me. Some man I’ve never seen before didn’t bother to waste a condom on me and his cum was leaking out of my hole and I was still twitching and panting from the wave after wave of orgasms that crashed through my body while a stranger slid his unprotected cock into my wet box.

“You really are a stupid whore, aren’t you? You didn’t even ask me to wear a condom or pull out or anything. You couldn’t spread your legs fast enough when you heard me unzip my pants. Easiest fucking pussy I’ve ever gotten. Let me get a picture of you…”

He pointed his camera at my pussy and smirked, then started talking, recording the cum slowly seeping out from between my pussy lips, dribbling over my asshole like lube.

“She didn’t ask me to stop once, did you?” He asked, pointing the camera at my face. There was no hiding it, I was glowing from multiple orgasms and when he pushed his finger into my asshole I felt a smile involuntarily tug at the corners of my mouth. The camera was close on my ass, a clear shot of my slippery hole letting his finger in with zero resistance.

He pulled his finger out and the camera followed it up to my face where he rubbed his cum slick finger against my lips as if it were lip gloss and not a finger he just had up my ass. I could feel my checks were still flushed and my skin still dewy and damp from the throws of my orgasms. I had never felt more beautiful, like a glowing goddess, and I licked the cum off my lips out of instinct, tasting my own asshole on video for my rapist. He leaned in close and I thought he was going to kiss me but he pressed his phone to my face and whispered in my ear “is this the first time you let a man rape you?” I just shook my head and he barked “say it for the camera, dummy. Is this the first time you let a man rape you?” “No.” I said, surprised at how clear my voice sounded considering my pussy was still pulsing between my legs.

He laughed and said “you know you’re not supposed to cum on your rapists cock, right? You know it doesn’t even count as rape if you cum. Right? You know that?” He hadn’t moved the camera out of my face and I knew he wouldn’t until I answered. “I know.” I said, my nipples stiffening on camera. He chuckled and started tapping his finger against my glistening asshole and said “you know.. my friends are never going to believe this. Can I show some people this video?” He moved the camera between my legs and got a clear view of my tight little hole twitching with every tap. He then spread my pussy wide and pointed the camera at the cum still slowly bubbling out of my greedy hole. “Well? Say I can share this video.” He finally pushed his finger back into my asshole just to pull it out and push it straight into my pussy. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and laughed at the cum that was coating his finger. He put his shiny finger in my mouth with the camera pointed at my face and said again “say it.” While pushing his finger down my throat. I started gagging and he pushed harder, my throat closing around his finger as I choked and gagged. He pulled his finger out and I gasped for just enough air to say “you can show people” and coughed. While I was panting for breath he said “when you gag, your throat feels just like your pussy when you cum on my cock.”

He stuck his finger in my asshole again before pushing it back into my pussy. He kept going back and forth, from my ass to my pussy back to my ass. After slow, torturous dipping into my holes on the camera, he panned back to my face and shoved his fingers down my throat and made me gag on my own mess. He finally put his phone down and started pushing the cum covering my asshole back into my pussy that he just gaped.

He picked up my shirt and fumbled around with it until he was holding the front of it and wiped his cum and my pussy juice on it for everyone to see. He tossed it further away from me before he walked away without another word and I couldn’t stop thinking about his sperm deep in my young fertile pussy. Even though I’m not on birth control I was only scared of one thing:

Never seeing him again.

I’m soaked now.

[uhzuku]

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 ; 𝐭. 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: y/n has a headache, and tamaki will do anything he can to relieve her of it.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tamaki amajiki/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 3.39k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere!tamaki, cunnilingus, doggy, overstim, minor tentacle play, top!tamaki, bottom!reader, praise, cum eating.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

The room was thankfully dark when her boyfriend crept in and curled up beside her. Bright lights, especially when a migraine such as this hit her, only sent stabbing pains into the area of her head that rested behind her eyes, and they only made everything worse. She was lucky it was her day off; a workday spent underneath the bright lights of the library she worked in would have been absolute torture. The only plus side to it all would have been that her boyfriend, who she’d met at said job, would have visited her in between his own work hours just as he was now. 

Y/N had known Tamaki for around three years now, having met him when he’d come in looking for an old book he’d been unable to find at any chain that sold them. He’d been in luck, as Y/N had been able to inform him that they owned said book, but that someone had already checked it out and that he’d have to wait until it was returned before checking it out himself. He’d thanked her, then come back every day in between patrols and after work to look for it, spending this time either peering at her through the bookshelves or shyly making conversation with her while she was on her lunch or waiting for new library-goers. When he’d finally made his move by awkwardly offering to take her out to lunch on her lunch break; Tamaki had started taking her out to lunch once a week, then twice, then three, and so on until they shared lunch together every day, and that had been the beginning of the relationship they have now. After a few months of this alongside an almost obsessive watch over her, he’d asked her to be his girlfriend, and she’d accepted. Because of that, they’d dated for two years now. 

He never got that book though. 

The headache she had now had forced her to put away the work she’d been doing, the pain too much for her to handle, and she’d retreated to the safety of her bedroom and its blackout curtains. She’d been laying here for an hour, unable to take any more medicine due to safety reasons, and suffering from the pain — because what other options did she have? After the hour had passed and Tamaki had come in, she was pleased just at the thought of having him as company — despite knowing he likely wouldn’t speak to her unless prompted since he was more than aware of her frequent headaches. 

“Hi, baby,” she murmurs quietly, and he hums so softly that it doesn’t even send the tiniest twinge of pain into her skull — something she greatly appreciates. Closing her eyes, she basks in the feeling of him holding her close, the soft puffs of warmth from his breath and the feelings of his hands rubbing gentle circles into her hips. 

One of his hands comes up and begins palming and squeezing at her breast, Y/N sighing into the touch and leaning back into her boyfriend until she could feel him start to toy with the waistband of her shorts. “I’d love to have sex with you, Tama, but my head hurts too much,” she says softly with a sigh. Tamaki smiles into her shoulder, opening his mouth and gently biting at it, nibbling for a bit before pulling back and murmuring new information to her just as quietly as he’d hummed.

“Uh… old research actually shows that orgasms can relieve a headache. 60% of migraine sufferers reported that sexual activity improved how they felt during a migraine attack in a 2013 study.” He replies quietly, nosing at her neck before carefully crawling between her legs beneath the covers. He makes himself at home there as he always does before eating her out, ever in love with the feeling of her cunt in his mouth. She lifts the blankets and looks down at him with a raised eyebrow, a soft, fond smile stretching her lips.

“And why do you know that?” She asks, amused. He laughs awkwardly, his cheeks pinkening a little as he slowly slides her panties down her legs and watches for any sign of her not wanting to do this.

“I… like to be prepared?” he replies, his answer more of a question than a set response. She scoffs playfully, her eyes glittering prettily as she reaches a hand down and brushes his hair from his eyes. 

“I think that you just like to know every angle possible for sex,” she retorts playfully, and he’s quick to shake his head ‘no’.

“N-No! I just want to help you feel better,” he whispers, pressing his cheek against her thigh as he pouts silently. Y/N giggles a little, ignoring the way it sent stabbing pains to her temples, and spreads her legs a little more in an open invitation. She watches as his pupils dilate when he tears his eyes from hers and his lock on her pussy; the sight of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips while he stares at her slit hungrily has her excitement flaring and her pussy clenching around nothing. 

It was no secret that the pro hero loved to eat his girlfriend out (Y/N had found this out the most pleasurable way possible, of course) and would spend hours doing it if she’d let him. With such a desperate drive to please, he’d kneel before her for however long she desired, lapping at her folds and circling her clit with his tongue until she was forced to push him away — and even then, sometimes he’d chase after her entrance with a whine falling from his slick-shining lips because all he wants is to hear and feel her cumming from his mouth alone. 

Licking his lips eagerly, he glances up at her for permission; while he’d love to have her writhing on his tongue, it was her body and he didn’t want to do anything to her that she didn’t want, and he knew that when it came to times when she had her headaches sometimes she’d rather not be touched and others cuddles were all she wanted. Upon receiving a subtle nod and a soft smile, he smiles back and begins to kiss around her inner thighs, his lips slowly working their way to her clenching pussy. He stops over her cunt and licks his lips in anticipation; she could feel his breath making contact and lays her head back on her pillows, closing her eyes and swallowing hard as her own anticipation fills her. 

Glancing up at her with warm eyes, Tamaki begins slowly licking her outer lips; she groans in reaction and closes her eyes, leaning back into the mess of pillows always kept on their bed.  “H-hnn—”

Pausing, Tamaki smiles at the sound. He sucks one side of her pussy into his mouth and nibbles it carefully, careful not to actually bite her or his tongue, which was lavishing the flesh with attention. Y/N groans louder and begins breathing heavier as her body heats up with want, and Tamaki glances up to look over her again and chuckles at what he’d made of her with so little time to do so. In response, his girlfriend whines, because his laughter sent vibration up her cuntlips and directly to her core.

“Oh, shit…” She moans. She reaches a hand down and buries it in Tamaki’s hair, tugging gently and pulling his face into her pussy more. He laughs again, nuzzling against her folds, and her legs twitch at the vibrations. She lazily hooks one leg over his shoulder, the pads of her toes pressing insistently at the small of his back, and he grins before diving back in and taking her clit into his mouth, going back and forth between circling it with his tongue and dipping his tongue into her dripping core.

The feeling of him eating her out so earnestly makes her whimper, and within a few minutes she’s slowly rolling her hips up into his face, forging a slow, steady grind against him that gives her just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. As she does, Tamaki reaches a hand up and slides it underneath the low hem of the oversized sweatshirt she wore, closing his hand softly around one breast before carefully beginning to tease at it. The former pulsing pain that had made itself at home within her skull is long forgotten as the pleasure her boyfriend was giving her overrides all of her senses; she’s so close to completion, practically dangling over the metaphorical edge, but there was no need to get upset over not cumming yet — Tamaki would never leave her unfulfilled.

“Holy shit — Tama, feels s’good!” She whines, feeling her orgasm begin to wash over her— slowly at first, then all at once, like a wave crashing against the rocky shore. “Yes, yes!”

Her fingers tighten in his hair and she gasps quietly as her pussy spasms around his tongue and her juices further wet his nose, lips, and chin; while she was normally very loud when she came, Tamaki knew that she didn’t feel good right then so he wasn’t bothered when all that came from her mouth were muffled whimpers and gasps. 

After her fingers finally loosen from his hair, he gets up onto his elbows and crawls up to where he can look at her dead on, his eyes carefully searching her face for any signs of pain. All he finds there is a smile and tired but pleased eyes as she looks back at him fondly. 

“Better?” He asks softly, a clear hopefulness shining in his eyes that only brightens when she sighs, smiling gently at him. 

“Yes, Tamaki, my headache’s gone,” Y/N replies, her voice silky soft and pleased. 

Tamaki smiles brightly. “Told you!”

Y/N just laughs softly, her eyes shining in their own right as Tamaki silently celebrates being able to make his darling girlfriend finally feel better. With a small smirk twisting her lips, she draws one knee to her chest and places the ball of her right foot against his sweatshirt clad chest, gently applying pressure and pushing him back so he’s sitting on his calves. He watches her move around in curiosity, his confused eyes widening and filling with understanding as she sits up and takes her shirt off, her breasts bouncing free as she pulls the fabric over her head and tosses it away. The cool air hardens her nipples further, and Tamaki goes to reach out for one of her breasts with the intention of toying with her nipples, but she twists her body instead, going on all fours before resting her head on her crossed arms and sensually wagging her ass from side to side in front of him. 

“I think there’s a few other aches you could fix for me, Tama,” she purrs, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard at the sight, his eyes blacker than the night sky that hung above their home outside. 

Y/N lets out a soft gasp when she feels his strong hands press against her ass; his palms are warm. She follows up her quick gasp with a loud shriek as one of his hands leaves her ass only to come back down hard across it, her skin stinging after the sudden contact. She buries her face in her arms and whimpers pathetically, her thighs shaking and another cry ushered from her lips as he does it again — and again, and again, and again until her ass is no doubt the shade of pink ( or even red ) that he desired. 

“T-Tamak-ki-?” she whimpers quietly, pushing herself back into him as she sound of him unbuckling his belt rings out behind her. She sniffs a little, clenching her empty pussy around nothing then lets out a shrill scream when one of his hands cracks across her ass again, sending stings of pleasure-pain through her all over again as he ruts his hardened cock against her, the weeping head sliding between her cum and spit slicked pussylips in a way that made both of their hips stutter. Tamaki takes his bottom lip between his teeth and looks down across the expanse of his girlfriend’s back; he’d tried so, so hard to make her love him all that time ago, and now here she was: bared completely before him as she had been many times, all his to do with as he pleased. 

He shakily takes his cock into his hand, guiding it to her twitching hole and slowly pressing it inside, whining pathetically as the tight, wet heat engulfs his length wholly. Her cunt pulses needily around him, and he whimpers shakily before grabbing onto her hips tightly, his fingers sinking slightly into the plushness there. The two of them — they’re so close, so perfectly together as one, and he never wants it to end. He’s hesitant when he pulls out, not wanting to leave her warmth, but the friction that came with thrusting his cock back inside her and his sensitive tip dragging along her twitchy insides had him crying out, slowly starting to pick up a rhythm they both found pleasant. 

“O-Oh — oh fuck, Tama!” Y/N whines, heavy, stuttery moans bubbling up her throats as he fucks her hard enough for his balls to audiblyslap against her clit. “You’re s’deep — s-so deep in me-!” She can feel his hands shaking on her hips as he fucks into her, the vein along the underside of his cock running over that especially sensitive spot not even a second a after his tip rolled perfectly over her g-spot, sending sharp zings of pleasure through her body. 

“Yes, yes, yes-!” Tamaki moans, his grip on her tightening as he fucks her. “H-Harder? Y/N, can I?”

“Yes! Harder, baby, harder — fuck me harder!” Y/N whines, her fingers digging into his back as he roughened his pace, the tip of his cock slamming against her cervix with each thrust where before it had been gently kissing it, his hips doing the same to plushness of her ass. Their cries mix easily, echoing off the walls as they roll and grind together, their bodies pressed together in only the most intimate of ways, just as Tamaki had always wanted. 

His thrusts slow as his heart pangs; he didn’t like not being able to see her face. Fucking her from behind was great when there was no light in the room, but a light glowed faintly from the hallway, so he could see the back of her head and the arch of her back as he repeatedly buried himself inside her. “T-Turn — wanna see you come undone for me — P-Please, baby, be one with me!” he wails, tears rolling down his cheeks as he desperately thrusts into her. The shakily manage to turn so their chests are pressed together, Tamaki’s balls now slapping brutally against her ass. 

“Tamak-ki!” Y/N shrieks, wrapping her legs around his hips. She can feel the muscles in his ass tensing with each thrust as well as his heavy panting against her neck and collarbone as he buries his face there. Small drops of wetness land there and she clings tighter when she realizes he’s crying from the pleasure they were sharing. When he hits a particularly good spot deep inside her eyes roll up in her head and her head falls back onto their pillows. 

“M-Mine,” he whispers, pulling back to look down at the mess of his girlfriend that he’d created with just a few simple touches; he’d long since learned how to play her body like the finest instrument one could find. “Mine! Mine!”

“Tam-ma — yours! ‘M yours, Tamaki!” Y/N moans loudly, squeezing her arms and legs around him tightly as she starts to cum. “O-Oh — cummin’! ‘M cummin’, Tama!”

Tamaki groans lowly at the sound of her words, his hips stuttering up into hers before regaining their former pace, insistently hammering at the spot he knew she favored that also ensured the maximum amount of stimulation to his cock. “O-Oh — b-baby, ‘’ cummin’ too — inside?” His eyes are wide as he looks down at her and his voice shakes; she didn’t always let him cum inside, so he was always really excited when she did — and he’d never know if he could unless he asked. “Can I cum inside? Please, baby, please?”

On the cusp of her orgasm, Y/N blinks blearily up at him, swallowing hard at the sight of his nearly blissed-out face; he was so close to cumming, she always knew when he was ready to, and the tears threatening to roll down his cheeks show that it’s going to be a big one. 

She shakily nods her head, blinking away tears of her own that threaten to fall from how good she felt. She could feel the knot in her tummy tightening more and more as each second went by, her body threatening to throw itself off the precipice of orgasm with every movement from her boyfriend. “Y-Yeah, Tama, cum inside me — I wan’ all of it, wan’ all of you.”

Tamaki lets out a wail at that, his hips pistoning brutally inside her. The knot snaps for her at the same time that Tamaki’s eyes roll back in his head and a rush of warmth fills her as his cum does the same, squeezing out from around his pleasantly thick cock with each roll of his hips as he fucks his cum deeper into her. Without him even meaning to, his quirk activates, his fingers shifting into tentacles that wrap tightly around both her wrists and the headboard as he fucks her through their orgasms and further afterward despite both of their cries of oversensitivity. Their bodies felt almost staticky, like when their legs fell asleep, a feeling that smoothly evolved into a dull ache as he held her arms still above her head with the help of his quirk. 

“A-Ah — T-Tama, ‘m sensitive!” Y/N whines, fresh tears beginning to sparkle along her waterline as her hands make limp fists, all of her strength gone after her previous orgasms. He ignores her, his own tears falling as the heat in his own belly grows almost blisteringly hot. He wanted to cum again, he wanted to so bad —

Both of them let out sudden cries as his cock slips from her pussy in his desperate haste, his sensitive tip slapping against her thigh enough to make his body seize up for a second. He whines almost animalistically, then starts grinding against her, all while pleading for more. 

“C-C’mon, b-baby, you can take me again, right? You can take more? P-Please, take it a-all for me!” Tamaki whimpers, rutting up into Y/N’s pussy as she moans, his cock never going inside but threatening to do so all the same. Y/N whines at first, but then whimpers and nods twice, her loose fists dropping completely. Tamaki doesn’t force himself to wait any longer, too needy to not make love to her again, and starts fucking into her sopping wet cunt almost animalistically in his desperation.  Y/N mind melts away at the feelings overtaking her so soon after her orgasm, and she eases into a soft, pleasure-filled haze as her boyfriend fucks her again before drifting off as he prepares to go to bed. 

She wakes up the next day completely cleaned up aside from a little but of his cum still inside, and she smiles at the breakfast he’d set up for her before leaving for work alongside a little note telling her how much he loved her and how much he’d miss her while at work. 

She’d really struck gold with the shy little guy that she met at work, whether she wanted to bring herself to acknowledge his formerly stalker-ish tendencies or not. In the end she, as usual, decided against it; their lives were perfect, so why bother herself with unnecessary concerns? Everything had worked out as it needed to, she had nothing more to worry about. 

After eating her breakfast, she decides to go back to sleep, not bothering to put on clothes; maybe he’d wake her up in a more than exciting way when he got home.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒���𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

There's No Residue Of A Torturer Inside Of Your Eyes

GIF by sersi

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 3

Assassin!R, First meetings.

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Loosely based on Assassin's Creed, don't need to know anything about it to understand the story. (The Order = Bad Guys™️)

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Captain Marvel enters her ship after an extensive mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest while reaching her next destination, that is until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She slowly walks further into the dark ship scanning every area with her eyes.

When she reaches the living room, you turn the light on as if you had read her mind, revealing yourself comfortably sitting on the couch, "Captain Marvel?" you ask rhetorically.

She stops in her tracks, searching through her memory for your face and coming up empty, which only heightens her senses, "Who's asking?" She takes an offensive step forward.

You cross your legs, unthreatened, "If you don't want people to know who you are, you shouldn't parade your logo on your chest," you object, making her look down at her uniform.

"And you are?" Upon sensing no immediate danger she eases her guard slightly, but remains standing tall before you.

You notice her subtle change in posture, but don't take it as an invitation to mess around, "If you're as good as they say, you should know who I am." In your line of work you have learned not to reveal any information unless absolutely necessary.

She takes one look at you, and uses her limited clues to come up with a guess, "You're with The Order?"

You appreciate the skill in her attempt and take some pleasure in telling her wrong, "Quite the opposite."

It finally clicks in her mind, "You're an Assassin," she asserts in shock.

"Very good," you smirk.

"I didn't think you were real," she lets out slowly, dumbfounded. She had heard about the Brotherhood before, but it was always assumed to be a myth, she never thought she would get to meet one of them in real life, nor for them to be so…good-looking.

You shrug it off, it's not uncommon for you to hear that, "We try to keep a low profile."

Neither of you have moved an inch in this process, "What do you want with me?" Carol asks in genuine confusion. You simply look at her and raise an eyebrow to let it sink into her.

The gears in her brain start turning and her expression changes as soon as she realizes, "You're here to kill me." It's not a question. You sit back on the couch and extend your arms to each side to lay on the backrest with a small smile on your lips, her brows furl, "Why?" she asks, straightening her posture.

"Just following orders," she doesn't like your answer.

Carol does a quick scan of your person and detects a single pistol, a sword, and a small contraption she doesn’t recognize in your left hand glove, she’s not too concerned about her safety so she crosses her arms and confronts you, "What's in it for you?"

"Sense of duty and whatnot." There isn't a lot of sincerity in your words.

Still, she decides to take your reply for face value, "What's the duty behind assassinating Captain Marvel?" she questions, a little self righteous.

"You create destruction everywhere you go, it's the loudest secret amongst the stars." You lean your head sideways, as if you were stating the obvious.

Carol takes it as a personal attack, "I protect the universe," she corrects in a stern tone.

You find her defensiveness amusing, "And what do you get out of it? Seems like a pretty thankless job from the outside." You finally decide to poke the bear.

She stands in silence for a moment, suddenly speechless, "Sense of duty and whatnot," she repeats your words after a while.

As she fell victim to your tantalizing energy, it takes her way too long to remember that you're in her ship and she calls the shots here, with that in mind, she regains all of her confidence. Still fully aware of your movements she goes to the kitchen and gets herself a glass of water, "Aren't you worried I may have poisoned it?" you caution from your spot on the couch. Carol looks you in the eye as she chugs the whole thing in one go.

"Did you?" she challenges after swallowing the last drop.

"No." Your voice turns small at her power move. She has successfully turned the tables.

"This doesn’t seem like the Assassin’s way, I thought you preferred a more stealthy strategy," she taunts you.

Your palms begin to sweat and you are thankful for your gloves, you're not used to being the one getting grilled, "I had to take an extraordinary approach, given the," you gesture broadly, "circumstances."

She places her glass back on the counter and begins walking towards her place in front of you, this time, getting much closer, "Is it wise to announce your intentions in your target’s face?"

You’re paralyzed at the loss of control of the situation, "How would you rate my performance so far?" you stutter.

She looks to the side and pretends to think about it, "I respect your entrance and the initial ambivalence, but you’ve let the circumstances turn against you, I do value the clean appearance, though. C minus." Did she just compliment you? It can’t be, you’re getting too in your head.

It's no doubt she can take you in her sleep, but, much like the Assassins, she needs to find out what you know before ending you and, by the looks of you, Carol is very curious.

It seems you have gone down the wrong track, and if you wanna get to doing your job at any point, you have to get back to the task at hand, so you continue your case, "This isn't personal, Captain, it's pure business."

Carol weights her options, she doesn’t really want to hurt you, she’s just completed an exhaustive mission, and would also rather not make a mess of her living space, not to mention how she feels inexplicably drawn to you, "I don't suppose I could buy your loyalty back?" She watches you carefully, becoming acutely aware of whether you reach for your weapons and when you don’t, she decides to sit on the coffee table in front of you, coming eye to eye with you for the first time.

You swallow a lump in your throat, "Are you suggesting I have no morals?"

She knows she's making you nervous and she plans to use it to her advantage, "Everyone's got a price."

"How much do you make as an Avenger?" You try to hold your ground.

"Enough." It's somewhere between a brag and an invitation, "How much do you make as an Assassin?" She's beginning to enjoy the conversation.

"It's not about the money," you quickly respond in pretentious dignity.

"Everything's about the money," It doesn’t matter if she believes her own words, what’s important is she knows you probably do, "I can offer you a year's salary."

You can't tell if she means it, "Two," you test.

"One and a half."

Now you need to know if she's serious, "Throw in a date with you, and you may have yourself a deal," you offer, expecting her to back down.

She quickly eyes you up and down, "Okay."

She has rendered you perplexed, "Really? I didn’t think that would work," you say incredulously.

"I don't get a lot of company up here." Carol’s features soften slightly. You shake her hand and the deal is sealed, "You're gonna have to wait until we land somewhere safe though, the Stark Bank doesn't like it when I make extraterrestrial transactions."

You nod in understanding, "I'll take the date as an advanced payment."

Carol reheats some leftovers that Muneeba brought her and does her best to plate them nicely. You both sit at the table together for your impromptu date.

She stops herself before taking her first bite, "You didn't poison anything, did you?" She shoots you what you think is a playful look.

You chuckle, "We're not allowed to do that anymore, too many accidents." That's enough to break the tension and lighten the mood. "About this loyalty you seek," you begin playing with the rim of your glass, "you're not gonna ask me to assassinate anyone for you, right?"

She snorts, "I’m not a damsel in distress, I don't need that." You feel some relief, "I want you to stop killing all together."

You’re not sure that’s what you agreed upon, "That's not how this works, you wouldn't expect me to pay you a few hundred thousand to go retire in your Louisiana home for the rest of eternity, would you? Since, rumor has it, you cannot die," you pause, "is that true?"

She decidedly disregards everything you just said, save for the last part, "Mostly, though, I would rather not have to find out," she attests, giving you a semi warning look. "If you knew I can't die, why did you come?" Her features change into wonder.

Her question makes your heartbeat raise, "That wasn't in my briefing, I found out on my own," you stammer.

"And yet you’re here." She leans forward on the table.

You’re not gonna get her off your back, so you may as well tell her the truth, "It's not often I get such…fascinating targets, I wanted to meet you."

She feigns a gasp, "Are you trying to flatter me?"

"Is it working?" You smile at her antics.

"Keep trying," her belittling comes with a tinge of encouragement, "so, who decides your next target?" She steers the conversation.

"I don’t ask questions I don’t need the answer to."

"You just blindly kill whoever they tell you to?"

"They’ve never let me down before," you subtly gesture towards her, "who decides your next mission?" It's only fair you return the question.

"The Avengers, mostly Fury."

"Nicholas Fury, the mastermind." You have a lot of background on him.

"Are you gonna recite his bio for me?" she quips.

"I could," you respond smugly.

She doesn't need to hear the dirt you have on her boss, so she changes the subject, "You seem to be smart enough, how did you find yourself in such company?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Captain," you retaliate, "one day you find yourself in a situation by the works of destiny, you follow the path you believe to be right, and keep digging up a bigger and bigger hole until you realize there is no exit, you just have to keep digging in hopes you find a different way."

"I don't know about you, but I can get out whenever I want."

"Then why haven’t you?"

"I believe in what I do." She's a little offended by your words.

"You believe in fighting battles that render entire planets useless? In the mass eradication of races as mere collateral? In entire armies taking over a galaxy in your pursuit?" It's no secret you aren't Captain Marvel's biggest fan.

"I fight the bad guys, whatever they do to try to stop me is not my fault." She's well aware of the side effects of her job, but those are sacrifices that need to be made for the greater good.

"But it is your responsibility," you counter.

Carol looks down for a moment, "This isn't good first date conversation, is it?" Her voice turns sweeter.

You have to admit she’s right, "What should we talk about then? Baggage? Exes? Trauma?"

"Pick one," she smirks.

You stare at each other for an instant, "Tell me about your exes," you choose.

"Are we gonna pretend you didn't already do a background check on all of them?" She doesn’t stop looking at you as her smirk turns into amusement.

"My research isn't so extensive in that regard," you feel the need to explain making her grow skeptical, "how many?" you pry.

Her guard has been down since you sat to eat together, so she poses no resistance, "Three that I count, only one that matters, though." You nod, knowing exactly the one she's referring to.

"How many of them royalty?" you tease.

Carol looks at you bashfully, "Two."

Your eyes go wide, "That's more than I thought."

She wouldn’t have expected less, "What about you, how many exes?"

"Just the one that matters." There’s reminiscing sadness in your voice.

"The one that got away?"

"The one that got killed by one of my targets because I wasn't fast enough," you lament.

She immediately regrets having asked, "I’m sorry," she whispers, "I guess we're not that different after all, you and I."

To your surprise, you find her words comforting, "It's hard to find people who get it, I always thought time would make it go away, it never really does."

She carefully reaches for your hand over the table, "Yeah, but I think that's a good thing." There are traces of woe in her tone that truly resonate with you.

Maybe Carol Danvers isn't so bad.

When you’re done eating you help her clear the plates and do the dishes, you finish just in time for the ship to land on Earth, so you can hop off, "Where are you off to?" you ask her once you disembark.

"I thought you didn't ask questions you didn't need the answer to." The atmosphere between you is now completely relaxed.

"I don't, I need to know where to find you for our second date."

"I’ll be around, don't you worry." She shoots you a wink as you reach out your hand, instead of taking it, she pulls you in for a gentle hug, mimicking the grin on your face.

"See you around, Captain."

"See you, Assassin."

Yes, R's ex is Élise De La Serre, if you know what that means, you're welcome. Go look her up

[teecupangel]

Have you ever played the game Transistor? If you haven’t it’s basically a guy gets killed protecting a girl, he is uploaded into the sword that killed him and she is able to hear him. The bad guys are basically templars and are trying to take away power from the masses for the greater good (by making a super powerful tool - the sword). She then goes on a revenge quest with the sword with him encouraging her the whole time. It is an extremely romantic revenge quest.

There is one point, while he is in the sword, where he says something like, ‘when I look up to where the sky should be, all I see is you.’

And I just sort of went, oh dear, that is SUCH a Desmond thing. So yeah lol what if Desmond is in Altair’s sword/hidden blade. Or maybe even the reverse?

Oh god, yeeessss.

That does sound like something they would say XD

Both of them could work as the sword in this scenario but, since we’ve been making Desmond into so many things (mostly animal), let’s make Altaïr the sword for this one.

To be more exact, his consciousness was placed in the Sword of Altaïr after his death.

He doesn’t know how it happened.

He remembered giving the sword to Darim years back, when his hands had gone weak and trembled at times that wielding a sword was simply too dangerous for him and those around him.

And being in the sword made him lethargic. Too weak to do anything but hear what was happening around him.

He heard Darim be with his family.

He heard Darim gifting him to his oldest daughter, his successor.

Not as a mentor but as the successor to the will of the Ibn-La'Ahad, the will to see what lies beyond the unknown.

The sword changes hands for every generation.

Parent to child until…

One of his descendants gave it to his pupil for he did not have any child of his own.

Later on, he fell to the hands of the Auditores.

To Ezio Auditore.

The one they call the prophet.

He was there when Ezio heard Minerva’s message.

He was there when Ezio found his remains.

He was there when Ezio gifted him to the next mentor of the Italian Brotherhood.

Time passed on and he continued to stay in that half-conscious state.

Only hearing.

Even when he tries to speak…

No one heard him.

The world evolves.

People moved forward.

And he soon found himself ‘worthless’ in this world of firearms and heavy machinery.

He was left to rot in a case, cared for with the love of an antiquity with historical value.

He would much preferred to be considered as a tool for death.

At least a tool had a tangible purpose.

As a display, he felt… empty.

One day, the case shattered and a hand gripped him tightly.

And brought him to the Templars.

Daniel Cross.

An Assassin that had been a Templar from the very beginning.

Altaïr knew there was more to it than what he knows but he knows nothing for that was all he heard when Cross gave him to a man named Vidic.

He was placed in an office as a decoration.

No.

A trophy.

All he could do was hear and watch as they killed Assassins and their families.

To purge the Assassins, not caring if they were the elderly or the children.

The Templars had grown more brutal and cold as time passed on.

Some of them cling to their ideology.

Others were blind with their greed for power and riches.

And Altaïr was powerless to stop them.

Powerless to stop the cruelty he hears.

Powerless to stop even just the cruelty in front of him as more and more people fell prey to the torture of the Animus.

Powerless to stop as Clay Kaczmarek stained his blade with blood, whispering to him breathlessly, “It’s okay… soon… you’ll meet him…”

Powerless as they brought the next man, his own descendant, and forced him to watch Altaïr’s own memories.

He had enough.

He had thought he would never feel such rage ever again.

But this…

All of these…

Forgiveness is a kindness Altaïr would never show them.

But he was powerless.

All he could was watch as they find the map in Altaïr’s memories.

All he could was watch as they left Desmond alive and Desmond didn’t even know it was because they plan to use him once more.

To make him trust Lucy Stillman enough to continue to play to their tune.

He watched as Lucy Stillman pretended to be his ally and took him out of his prison. Instead of taking Desmond away as quickly as they could, she orders him to lie down on the Animus once more.

But Desmond…

Desmond stared at him.

Lucy couldn’t stop him. No matter how much she tells him that they have no time and they need to be quick, Desmond didn’t listen.

Desmond walked towards him and placed his hand on his hilt.

And Altaïr…

Altaïr woke for the first time.

“Desmond…”

Lucy didn’t react.

She did not hear him.

But Desmond…

“Altaïr…” Desmond held him close and Altaïr felt his blade sharpened as it glowed lightly. The metal he had used, the very same metals that he had used in his Armor as his Apple instructed…

It hums.

No.

It sings.

“My Desmond…” Altaïr whispered back.

He knew it in what remains in him, trapped in this prison of metal and death.

Desmond was his.

The one he was waiting for…

The one who would understand Altaïr’s centuries of loneliness…

… and his thirst for vengeance…

.

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Unorganized Notes:

Desmond and Altaïr bonds immediately and deeply because (Desmond) Bleeding Effect and (Altaïr) lack of connection and desire for vengeance. They’re very protective of one another.

Yeah, the Sword of Altaïr is a man-made POE like the Armor of Altaïr. Unlike the Armor of Altaïr, Altaïr’s conscious serves as the ‘master unit’ to unlock the metal’s more advanced functions that makes the Sword of Altaïr very similar to the Sword of Eden. The Armor of Altaïr could have served as a lite Shroud of Eden but it didn’t have a ‘master unit’ so it’s just very durable.

This is actually Minerva’s final attempts to change the Calculations after she saw Desmond die and she picked Altaïr because Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton are both being watched by Juno and Altaïr (with Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton) had the highest percentage of connecting with Desmond.

The sword is made of the same metal as an Isu weaponry so it doesn’t alarm any metal detector.

This would be more like Altaïr and Desmond going rogue and starting to destroy Abstergo facilities while taking out Templars without contacting the Assassins. It’s personal for both of them as they both have reasons to want vengeance against the Templars.

Along the way, they start to fall in love.

It is ‘muddied’ if their feelings for one another are their own or if Minerva’s hastily edited Calculations had a hand on it to keep them loyal to one another.

Regardless, Altaïr would probably say “Even if this was fate, what I feel is real. My love for you is real to me. You are all that matters to me, Desmond.” or something similar XD

Lucy would probably die in this one because Altaïr knows she betrayed the Assassins and is part of the reason why a lot of Assassins died (either directly like Clay or indirectly by giving the Templars information).

It’s because of Lucy’s death that Shaun and Rebecca (and the Assassins) would take a more antagonistic role in this one. They don’t know Desmond personally but they know he killed their friends so they might have been ordered to find and ‘capture’ him but they see him as a murdered (even though they also believe that Desmond believes her to be a Templar).

[shes4twnksinatrnchct]

Hell of a Show

Jake Kiszka x fem oc

Fifteen years after resigning from Greta Van Fleet, for reasons undisclosed to the public, Coley Payne is asked by her former band members to tell her side of the story.

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, underage drinking, arguing, first love, slight sexual reference, fluff

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read/liked/reblogged, it means so much to me and I really appreciate the support! That being said, this is the second to the last chapter of The Beginning (excluding the next Interlude), so buckle up.

Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and enjoy!

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***Table of Contents***

The Beginning: Part VI

2015

“…Jake…” It comes out a breathless giggle, the sound of her voice speaking his name is addictive within itself while her cheek scrunches to her shoulder with the tickle of his lips along the skin of her neck.

 “I’m already late for my shift.” Coley adds, attempting to pull herself away from him and what was meant to be a fast goodbye kiss. 

She’s unsuccessful in doing so, instead finding herself craving the feeling of his lips against hers once again instead of the dreaded work that awaits her inside the sports bar. 

Her fingers thread through his soft hair, causing a tug at the corner of his mouth before he’s saying, “Just call out,” against her lips, his nose nuzzling against hers in the process. 

“I called out yesterday,” She whispers her retort, the words framed with a sly grin before her tongue tangles with his. 

Inside, an impatient, white sneaker taps along the floor as green eyes stare at the beer-themed clock above the bar. 

“Two minutes.” Bellamy mumbles to herself, more-so complains, glancing around for any sign of her short, dirty blonde counterpart that gets her through grueling shifts of drunk men and blaring sports games. 

Then, from the corner of her eye, she catches a glimpse of a familiar car out the window in the late afternoon sun.  

Inside that car, Jake’s nearly crawling over into the passenger seat to get his hands on his girlfriend, Coley squealing out laughter and breaking from his lips in the process. 

“I have to go,” She insists, now, before it can escalate to anything more in broad daylight—especially in the parking lot of her work place.  

“Just quit,” He says carelessly, kissing her cheek, now, too engrossed in the feeling of her hands in his hair. 

“Quit? Jake, I can’t—”

“—Quit, I’ll pick up extra shifts at Slo’ Bones,” His judgment is very clearly muddied with the fact he simply doesn’t want her to leave him. 

“I can’t quit. I need the money,” Coley reminds him, raising her brows, “Unless, of course, you wanna keep sharing hotel rooms with Danny and your brothers every out of town show we have—that’s why we have jobs in the first place.” 

“I can make enough for the both of us,” It’s a lie and they both know it, so much so that neither of them can help but to crack up after he says it. 

“I’ll be done at 12:30,” She reminds him after they calm their chuckling, her fingertips brushing along his cheek. 

It’s too tempting of a thought—ditching work to stay with him like she’d done the day before. 

A dramatic sigh leaves her when she says, “And you gotta stop looking at me like that or I’m never leaving this car,” before covering his eyes with the palm of her hand to spare herself the torture of his convincing gaze. 

Jake’s grabbing at her wrist and prying her hand from his eyes so he can look at her with a closed-mouth smile on his lips. 

She giggles again at first, but then settles upon realizing he’s simply just taking her in, relaxing under his comforting gaze. 

“I love you,” He says to her, next, the humor and light-heartedness leaving him as he speaks it seriously, his own fingers brushing along her cheek to move her hair from her face. 

Despite the fact it’s not at all the first occurrence she’s heard him say it, every time feels like it’s never been said before. 

“I love you, too,” Coley replies in the same tone, unable to keep her smile stifled, grinning at him widely before she leans in one last time to kiss him…

The palm of Bellamy’s hand suddenly collides with his window in a frantic patting motion, the couple darting apart from the abrupt racket to look at the tall brunette tapping her wrist to imply Coley being late. 

“12:30,” Coley reminds him before kissing his cheek and opening the door to get out of the car—immediately cursing with the rush of freezing wind that hits her as she looks at Bella and snaps, “You couldn’t give us two seconds?!”

“I gave you three minutes!” Bellamy calls over the sound of the whipping wind while Coley steps around the front of his car. 

“Austin said I have five minutes,” The blonde boasts what their manager had told her upon being hired, and Bellamy immediately retorts:

“Austin’s not the one running around like a chicken with its head cut off.” 

“Yeah, well—” 

“—Psst!” 

She’s cut short by Jake rolling his window down, unable to help himself with the sight of her walking away in her skimpy orange shorts. 

Bella rolls her eyes as Coley gives her a small smile and turns to quickly jog back to the car, leaning down to give her boyfriend a legitimate goodbye kiss. 

“I have to go.” Coley tells him once she pulls from his lips. “I’ll see you at 12:30.”

“I’ll see you at 12:30.” He agrees reluctantly. 

One final peck is pressed to his lips before she’s turning to skip back to Bella, who’s already nearly at the door. 

His fingers find his mouth and a whistle echoes through the parking lot as she walks away again, and she turns over her shoulder and offers a wave before being dragged inside by her friend. 

COLEY: After I graduated, I tried one semester of college, dropped it, then tried again the following year. 

Needless to say, it wasn’t for me. But something had to be for me because, according to the adults in my life, I needed a back-up plan in case we never made it as a band. 

So, I got a job as a waitress. 

Then I quit that job because the tips weren’t any good, and got a different waitressing job at a restaurant where drunk, middle aged men would scream at the TV and hand out money like candy to us girls because we were all done-up and practically half-naked. 

My parents were thrilled, as you can imagine.

At 12:30a.m., on the dot, Jake’s smiling ear to ear while watching her and Bellamy break from the confines of the restaurant with the other waitresses, bidding their goodbyes and many a “drive safe.” 

“You’re going straight home, right?” Bella sarcastically nudges Coley, looking at Jake as they walk toward his car—Bellamy’s own vehicle in the spot next to him. 

“Always.” Coley retorts innocently with a knowing grin shooting up at the brunette. 

“You just text me when you get there. Whenever you get there,” Bellamy rolls her eyes. 

“I will.” Coley promises, squeezing at her hand before they part ways. 

Jake reaches over and opens her door for his girlfriend before she can, earning a chipper, “Hi, baby,” from her. 

“How was work?” He immediately inquires curiously, the question being the first thing he speaks when he sees her most times he picks her up from work. 

“Hell. As always.” She breathes out while getting settled into the car and shutting the door, shivering and chattering her teeth from the winter air while he turns the heat back up. “These new uniforms are bullshit. I swear my panties and shorts are up my ass right now.” She complains with a scowl at the shorter length-shorts that have been implemented recently. “And Brandon’s been on mine and Chrissy’s dick about being by the bar too much, but that’s where all the money is.”

“Really?” Jake asks, partially interested, but partially wanting to hear nothing of it because he doesn’t particularly like the idea of drunk creeps hitting on his girlfriend for hours on end and brushing it over by handing her some cash. 

“Bellamy made $207.00 Saturday. One freaking shift. Guess where she was?” She goes on, pulling her seatbelt on, and Jake takes a gander. 

“Working the bar?” 

“Working the bar. And me and Chrissy found out we don’t even have to be behind the bar serving them. Just walk by enough times and they start talking to you, and slide you a little something before they leave.” She pipes. “But of course Brandon’s pissed because nobody wants to tip the asshole manager $50, so he gripes at all of us that he can.”

Jake doesn’t reply, hoping that subject naturally changes in the midst of their silence while his hand searches for her in the dark. 

There’s a comfort that comes with the simple gesture and she closes her tired eyes momentarily before she asks, “How was yard work?”

She can picture Mr. Kiszka sitting on the back porch, sipping his beer and smoking his cigar whilst putting Josh, Jake, and Sammy to work picking up limbs—at least that’s how she’s always witnessed the days they’ve had to do yard work. 

“How do you think it was?” He asks her with a scoff, glancing at her. 

“You and Sammy did most of the work while Josh strategically managed to worm out of it?”

“Ding ding ding!” He confirms sarcastically. “He had school work, apparently, so he was only out there for a little while before dad let him go back inside.” 

“You should've gone to college. You’d have an excuse, too.” She shrugs. 

“Yeah, right, let me drag my balls through splinters while I’m at it…Twelve years was enough for me.” He mumbles before his brown eyes once again cut to her briefly before settling on the road. “…What about you?”

“What about me?” Coley asks with a yawn, her eyes watering with the exhaustion that’s beginning to take over the longer he drives. 

“Have you decided if you’re gonna go back or not?” 

She doesn’t answer immediately, feeling as though she’s had to explain this a hundred times to her family and anybody else who asks if she’s in school or going at any point. 

All through middle school and high school she was interested in Radiology…but that shifted when she actually got into college and was working toward it. 

To avoid wasting money on tuition, and wasting her time, she decided not to go back. 

“What’s the point right now?” She inquires, now looking at him. “We’re in a band, right?”

“Yeah, but…” Jake trails off, not knowing how to bring this up without pissing her off. 

“But what?”

Taking in a deep breath, he takes his hand from hers to nervously swipe at his nose as he starts, “I overheard Jules talking to Danny this afternoon when they were over at the house. She was talking about your mom.”

“Oh, hell, Jake, just freaking ignore it. That’s what I’m doing.” Coley gripes, rolling her eyes without needing any further explanation from him.

“I can’t ignore it if your mom thinks I’m a bad influence on you.” He pipes to her. 

“I’m not going to school because I don’t want to. It has nothing to do with you not going.”

“No, but it does have something to do with us being in a band and wanting to make a professional career out of it.”

“Jake, I really don’t give a shit what she thinks. I ignore it. You should, too.” Coley assures him with a sigh. 

COLEY: All of our parents encouraged us to find a “plan B” incase we needed to fall back on it, but my mom really, really, really despised the fact I wasn’t in school. And I think she grew resentful and blamed Jake for it—although he couldn’t control what I did or didn’t do—for asking me to be in the band in the first place. 

That’s why my relationship with her was a little strained for a couple years. 

Jake knows he should take her advice, but it’s difficult to do so when he doesn’t want to be the point of contention between her and Tammy. 

When he doesn’t reply, Coley reaches over and threads her fingers in the freshly washed strands of brown hair, and he tightens his grip on the steering wheel momentarily at the sound of her unbuckling her seat belt. 

Her lips graze his cheek, then his jaw, and he forces himself to speak up when her tongue runs along his neck for a brief kiss. 

“I need you to get your pretty ass back in your seat before I crash.” He states, and she giggles, pecking at the corner of his lips before sitting in her seat and buckling back up. 

Once they get to her house, he’s cutting the headlights off to avoid waking her parents, and putting the car in park. 

“You wanna come in?” Coley asks him, looking at him in the shine of the Christmas lights shrouding the roof of her house that filter through the windshield. 

“I don’t know, baby…” He admits hesitantly when she unbuckles. “…Your mom’s always waiting up for you, isn’t she? I don’t want her to see me sneaking into her house and hate me more than what she already does.”

“She doesn’t hate you. Her periods have been outta wack and it’s been making her a total bitch, lately, It’s not personal.” She promises him, grabbing her bag from the backseat before adding, “C’mon.” 

“I really think I just need to head home. It’s really late, anyway, alright?” He says, despite wanting nothing more than to follow her inside. 

“Oh.” She tries to hide her disappointment, not wanting to guilt him for being uncomfortable in her house right now, but she can’t help the shallow tears that cloud her vision and only hopes he doesn’t notice them. “Okay. That’s okay.”

“I love you.” He tells her, reaching his hand out to gently grasp her neck to pull her to him for a goodnight kiss. 

It’s brief and quick.

He makes sure it is so he doesn’t give himself time to change his mind. 

“I love you, too.” She says when he pulls away from her. 

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?” Jake offers next as if it’s any consolation, and she nods. “I love you.” He repeats it again for a final time as she opens the door to get out the car, hoping she understands just how much that he does—knowing that her feelings are more than likely a little hurt right now. 

“I love you, too.” She promises, blowing him a kiss before shutting the door and sprinting to the porch to rush out of the cold air. 

It’s when she gets inside that she allows the silent tears to fall and wipes them away while heading to her parents room. 

With a couple of knocks, she hears her mom’s drowsy, “Huh?” and opens the door. 

“I’m back home.” She says blandly to the tired woman. 

“Okay.” Tammy replies over the sound of her husband’s CPAP machine.

Coley closes the door with a roll of her eyes and heads back downstairs to her room once she sees that Jules’ lamp is off in her room signaling that she, too, is knocked out cold. 

She gets to her room, puts her bag down, grabs a towel and gets a shower, remaining there while Jake gets home and tries to call her twice—then begins to slightly overthink her not answering his call. 

Maybe she’s asleep, he tells himself. 

Or maybe she’s ignoring you because you wouldn’t spend time with her after work, he thinks, next. 

Giving up for now, he gets out of his car and heads inside his house. 

His parents are asleep, along with his siblings, and he does his nightly routine of sitting on the couch and bingeing cooking shows out of sheer boredom and curiosity until his phone starts ringing. 

Coley frees her hair from her scrunchie as she waits for him to answer, having just finished showering and putting on her skincare and body lotion, pulling the covers of her bed back.

“Hello?” He answers, his heart hammering as he attempts to gauge if she’s upset with him or not through the phone, sighing with relief at the sound of her sweet voice. 

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry I missed your calls. I was in the shower.” She explains, sitting on her bed. 

“It’s okay. I was just letting you know I got home.” He plays off any anxious tone with a clearing of his throat. 

“Was your mom upset you were a little late?” She asks, next, and he shrugs. 

“She’s asleep so…I guess not.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, Tammy was also dead to the world when I came in.” She breathes out, and Jake wants to kick himself for not staying with her longer out of fear of her mom not being asleep. 

As if reading his mind, she adds, “Which means you could’ve come in and she wouldn’t have even noticed.” 

“Maybe not to begin with, but you can’t be quiet.” He scoffs, next, and her face burns red with his words, a laugh leaving her. 

“I can’t be quiet?” She gawks with a scoff.  

“Not without some help.” He retorts and she rubs her lips together after a flustered breath out before she’s stating:

“Shut up.”

He smiles to himself at the tone of her voice and licks his lips before starting, “You know, I was thinking, for our show in January–”

“--In Nashville, right?” She interrupts and he nods. 

“Yeah, and I was thinking we could get our own room. Mom was looking at prices earlier and they’re not bad.”

A pit forms in her stomach. 

“Our own room?” 

In theory, it’s ideal, right?

That’s why everyone’s working, anyway (except Sammy). 

Just to afford to get out from under each other when they travel…but the thought of it is daunting. 

Just her and Jake…alone…all night…no interruptions, or risks of anybody waking up to use the bathroom and walking in on them, or over-hearing them…

“If that’s okay.” Jake adds, catching the apprehension in her voice. 

“Yeah.” She nods, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, that’s fine, baby. Um…we can go ahead and book it if it’s where your parents are wanting to stay and I’ll let mom and dad know and they can go ahead and book theirs, too. I can pay you for my half tomorrow.”

“Ew. No.” He wrinkles his nose at the thought of making her shell out her own money for somewhere to sleep. 

“Jake, I’m not arguing with you about this.” She stifles a laugh, trying to be stern. 

“Hold onto your money. You might need it one day, Coley.” He shrugs. 

“You’re right. I’m gonna need it for tomorrow when I pay you for my share of the room we’re booking.” 

“Coley June.”

“Jacob Thomas.” 

“Ooh,” He dramatically lets out, “Say it again—just a little softer, this time.” 

He achieves his goal to get her to crack up, and in Coley fashion, she humors his sarcasm with a soft, sultry, “Jacob Thomas.”

His grin reaches his ears.

“Just marry me already.” Jake states, leaning his head back on the couch while his girlfriend falls back on the bed with a breathy chuckle. 

“Yeah, let’s give our parents something else to have a conniption about.” She scoffs.

“We’re almost twenty…we could if we wanted to.”

His words prompt her to shoot up on her elbow, furrowing her brows. 

“I think you need to go to bed. You’re getting delusional in your lack of sleep.” She says lightly despite her heart hammering in her chest from the shift in topic. 

“It’s not delusional for me to want to marry you—I love you.” He replies. 

“I love you, too, but that’s not what I meant, baby, it’s just…we’ve only been dating for a year, you know?”

“I thought girls liked talking about marriage and babies and shit like that?” 

Coley realizes she’s put her foot in her mouth, and tries her hardest to pry it out. 

“Look, I’d rather you wanna talk about us getting married than not wanna talk about us getting married. You’ve just never said anything about it before so it’s kinda taken me by surprise that you actually see us getting married one day.”

“What, you don’t see us getting married?” 

“I mean…you kinda flinch at the thought of any form of domestication that might interfere with your dream…I’ve always kinda thought that included me.” She confesses. 

He can’t fathom how she could think that, and expresses as much with a certain, “Well, you’re my dream, too.” 

It comes so freely, as if not even needing a second thought to say it, and her eyes water with his sweet words. 

“You’re mine, too.” She states, hiding the shake in her voice as she gazes up at her ceiling that’s shrouded in photos of them that are strategically placed there so he’d be the last thing she could have her eyes on before cutting her lamp off and drifting to sleep. 

They end their night as they normally do: staying on the phone and talking until Coley falls asleep and Jake doesn’t have the heart to hang up on her. 

JAKE: There’s a saying about one falling first, and one falling harder…I was the poor bastard that managed to be dealt both hands... 

JOSH: …It was a beautiful thing to see…and fucking nauseating. The whole thing. And it completely shifted the entire dynamic of the band. 

In the days to follow, Jake avoids it at all costs. 

The constant bickering between his brothers and his girlfriend has rendered him silent, lips pressing in a thin line as he keeps his head down, hoping that stone blue eyes don’t find him, accompanied by batting lashes and pouting lips, and drag him into it with the dreaded words, “Baby, what do you think?” 

SAM: I think it took some years for them to navigate and decipher between subconscious bias and genuine liking…as if they had to ask themselves, “Do I actually like this riff, or am I just in love with the person who came up with it so I think it’s the best thing in the world and we should center an entire song around it?” Which, was okay, I guess. Because three of us weren’t blinded by love and could keep things on the right track. 

Jake moves to the kitchen for something to drink—and to conveniently be freed of the tension beginning to broil between Sammy and Coley. 

“…Alright, look, that came out wrong. I don’t think it’s bad, Coley. I just don’t think it’s particularly good, either,” Sam throws out with a shrug as if that makes the sting of his words soften at all. 

“You’re not saying it’s bad! You’re saying it’s shitty!” She exclaims, crossing her arms where she’s seated in the Kiszka’s living room floor, Jake’s acoustic guitar propped beside her from where she had attempted to show them something she’d come up with. 

“Guys, we don’t need the yelling and the—” Danny’s abruptly interrupted by his best friend.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” 

“Hey!” Danny’s voice cracks when he attempts to yell, causing Josh to laugh in the midst of the hell breaking loose around them. 

DANNY: Yeah, I had to referee for everyone—more times than I care to count. Jake and Josh would get into pretty bad, and so would Sam and Coley. She and Josh would disagree sometimes, and Josh could argue more and insist on being right…but Sam was really good at saying just the right thing to piss her off. 

“How else am I supposed to take it when you literally say, ‘that’s kinda shit’?!” Coley grows all the louder, provoking Sammy to finally snap. 

“Because it is!” Sam finally strips any humorous sugarcoating from his opinion to attempt to spare some of her feelings. 

Coley calls out, “Jake!” at the same time that Jake says, “Sam!” to scold his little brother. 

“You’re not my girlfriend!” Sam lets out a humorless laugh. “I don’t have to kiss your ass!” 

This does it. 

Coley’s nostrils flare, and the floor thumps with her deliberate stomping up the stairs that rival thunder. 

JAKE: Sam didn’t care. Once he hit a certain point he could be pretty abrasive whether it was something that needed to be said or not. And on the days Coley had the time and energy to go toe-to-toe with him, they could go at it, and stay at it endlessly. 

Jake steps out of the kitchen in the wake of what just occurred, sighing out whilst looking at Sammy. 

“You’re right. She’s not your girlfriend.” He agrees with him in a sigh. “And you won’t ever get a girlfriend if you don’t learn how to talk to them.” Patting at the back of his baby brother’s head where he’s sitting on the couch, Jake takes a swig of beer before heading upstairs to talk to Coley, and hopefully get things resolved before their gig tomorrow night, which will mark their last show of the year…the very show that, unbeknownst to them, will change the complete trajectory of their lives.

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Signal Lost

I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.

And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!

And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. (nvm I don't have the energy to do this any time soon lmao) I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction

So without further ado:

Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic

----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.

“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.

“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.

“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”

He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.

“Who is he, anyway?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”

He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”

“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”

“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.

“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.

“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”

“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”

They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.

“Anything else?” John asks.

Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.

“You’ve worked together before.”

His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”

Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”

Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.

Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.

“Not older than you John.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”

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returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story

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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here