#no. I am going to bite a chunk out of your leg.

[lostcauseinc]

Oh yeah (excuse my french) fUck “use your words” I DONT WANNA/ICANT

Well I’d be lying if I said I don’t fully like it but I feel like irl I just could not and it doesn’t hit as hard as… okay hold on *ahem*

“Aww, dummy can’t even form a sentence? It’s okay, just let mommy do the thinking for you~”

THATS JUST HASSHAHAHSHSHASH IT HITS WAY BETTER

Okey that was rabbit mini rant

Expect a dm later :3

- 🐇

Yes! Yes thank you someone gets it!

Like. If someone was into being told to talk or say a certain thing or what have you, absolutely I would play along. That’s great, I’m so on board. But I cannot put myself in the place of a fantasy where I’d be told that. My lovely dear i cannot speak I have bees for brains and if I make a single decision right now I will break down. Just do literally whatever you want and trust that I’ll squeak twice if it’s not okay.

“Let me do the thinking for you” dies and melts. Turns into ash. Is eviscerated. Genuinely the most perfect thing you can ever say.

Also- Noted. ♥️

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

THE 141 RESPONDING TO READER'S CRAVINGS (pregnant or not) SUSPICIOUSLY BUT STILL GETTING THEM WHAT THEY WANT cuz they love them 😭😭

Hehe, absolutely! I did this one just as pregnant readers cravings if that's okay! I've heard of some really interesting ones to say the least🤣

141's + König's Reactions To Pregnant Readers Cravings

Warnings: mentions of gagging, urge to throw up

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon awoke to an empty bed, groaning as he stretched his arms out to find your side of the bed cold. He rubbed at his eyes and stretched before swinging his legs off the side of the bed.

His brows furrowed slightly as he could smell the aroma of tomato sauce in the air. It was 8 am, what were you up to downstairs?

He made his way down to the kitchen and found you singing along your favorite song, cooking away at the stove.

"...babe?" He asked, approaching you slowly. "What, uh, what are you making?"

"Have you ever seen the movie ELF? With Will Farrell? That scene where he makes the spaghetti? It just sounded really good." You turned to him with a wide smile, as you giggled maniacally.

Simon swallowed thickly, slightly terrified at what was unfolding in front of him. He'd be lying, though, if he said he didn't find the sight of you adorable. You had a raging bedhead, your makeup still slightly smudged from yesterday, and were draped in one of his shirts, which practically dwarved you despite your growing belly.

He watched as you struggled with the pasta and chuckled slightly before making his way over to you, placing his hands on your waist as he kissed your forehead. "Need help?"

"Yes! Oh, that'd be great. The sauce is almost done. Can you get the syrup and the candy from the pantry?" You turned to him with a smile, and there was no way in hell Simon could ever say no to you.

He did as he was asked and felt his insides churn slightly as he watched you throw all of the ingredients together on the plate.

"Darn bottle won't open!" You huffed in frustration, prompting Simon to come to the rescue. "Thanks, Si. Once it's opened, can you pour it all over the pasta?"

"You want...syrup all over the pasta?" He suddenly realized you were being quite serious about the reference to the Christmas movie. "I uh.. okay."

He felt bile rise in his throat as he poured the syrup all over the pasta and tomato sauce, and it took everything in him not to puke as he watched you scarf it down. "It's SO good, Simon!"

"Sweetheart, I love you, but that looks dreadful." He chuckled, patting you on the head. "I'll go to the store and buy some TUMS, lord knows you'll need it later."

He gave a kiss to your head before grabbing his keys, stopping when you called out to him, waiving a small piece of paper. "Wait! I have a list. Can you get me these?"

"God, you're lucky I love you." He rolled his eyes playfully as he pressed a kiss to your lips. "Oh blood hell, that tastes horrid."

He grabbed the piece of paper and had to bite back a laugh as he looked at what was on the list. "Hot sauce? Ice cream? Tuna? Do I want to know?"

"Probably best not to ask."

John Price-

"Babe, I was going to order us some dinner, what did you want?" Your husband, John, called from the other room.

"I'm actually okay! Order for yourself. Found my new favorite snack." You shouted back, digging into the food in front of you.

Confused, given that you never turned down the chance to order food, John made his way into the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you.

You were perched on the counter, 5 months pregnant, and in your lap was a carton of ice cream, with a jar of pickles right next to you. He watched as you scooped at the ice cream with one of the pickles in your hand.

John had to practice wicked self-restraint, as he tried desperately to not puke. "Love. Are you eating pickles... and ice cream?"

You nodded your head vigorously before biting off a chunk of pickle and spooning ice cream into your mouth seconds after. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a content sigh.

"Who knew! That pickles and ice cream would be SUCH a good combination?" You exclaimed, a wide smile on your face. "You should try it!"

"Oh. No, that's all you love. Wouldn't want to take it from you." He replied, trying to be polite. Though he found the idea utterly repulsive, he didn't want to make you feel bad about what you were craving.

John watched on, horrified, as you downed nearly the entire carton of ice cream and at least a half dozen pickles. How you weren't getting sick from it, he'd never know.

"Do you know if we have peanut butter?" You asked, turning to your husband with a hopeful gaze.

John blinked a few times before realizing you were talking to him. "Oh, yeah. Let me uh, grab it for you."

He reached in the cabinet next to you and slid you the jar of peanut butter. You grabbed at it and methodically dipped the pickle you were holding into the peanut butter. This time, Price couldn't hide the look of disgust on his face.

"Oh my God, this is incredible. I don't know why I didn't try this before!"

"I can think of quite a few reasons why a perfectly sane person wouldn't try it." He chuckled, and quickly dodged as you threw the spoon at him.

"Hey, Mister! You know better than to rile up a person when they are pregnant! It's not good for the baby!" You said playfully, as you flicked pickle juice at your husband. "Anyways, go ahead and order whatever you want!"

"Oh, sweetheart, my appetite is long gone."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"Hey, when you're out... could you possibly get pickles... and jelly?" You approached your husband shyly as you twirled your hair between your fingers. You'd had this craving for weeks, and it was getting to the point where you could no longer ignore it.

Johnny stiffled a laugh before offering a mock salute. "No idea what you'll do with those, but sure thing. I'll be back soon."

~

You met Johnny at the door when he returned, and were quick to grab the bag from his hands and sprint to the kitchen. You tore through the bag to grab the jar of pickles, and the jelly, and made quick work of spending the jelly all across the pickle.

"So, you going to make a peanut butter and jelly sandy? I didn't know if we had bread so I bought it... I bought..." Johnny's words trailed off as his eyes landed on you, practically inhaling the jelly covered pickle.

You turned to him with a sheepish gaze as you swallowed the remainder of your concoction. "What?"

"You just...ate pickles and jelly?" He asked, his brows raising.

"Look, it sounds gross, but I promise you, it tastes amazing. Try it!" You held up the second jellied pickle to him with a proud smile.

Johnny shook his head, chuckling and against his better judgment, grabbed the pickle from you, and took a bite.

"Not.. Not terrible." He said, coughing slightly. "Have you heard of dipping chips in honey though? Heard that's a weird craving but am tempted to try it if you're down, we've got the ingredients for it."

From that moment on, Johnny helped you with any pregnancy craving you had, and even encouraged some of them. He'd find various combinations on social media and would try them along with you.

The two of you even made it a game to see who could come up with the tastiest, weirdest combination. Surprisingly, Johnny won nearly every time.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Hey, babeeee?" You called out to your husband, Kyle, who was cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

"Yeah love, what's up?" Kyle asked, looking over his shoulder as he flipped the bacon.

"Could you possibly put a glob of Nutella on the side with my plate of bacon?" You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how Kyle would react to the unusual request.

"Sure, but what did you need it for? I don't have any toast made."

"I uh...dipping the bacon in it sounded rather good, so I wanted to try it."

"Well that's a new one, don't think I've heard that one before." Kyle chuckled.

He finished up cooking and put together a small plate of bacon and Nutella for you. He stared at it for a moment, wondering how you possibly could've come up with this concoction. To say he was curious of how it would taste, was an understatement.

He walked over to you with a smile and handed you the plate, laughing softly as you did a small happy dance. "One plate of bacon and Nutella for my love."

"Oh, it smells heavenly, thanks, Ky!" You dug right into the food, groaning loudly as it tasted even better than you thought it would. "Kyle, you have to take a bite. I know it looks gross, but it's so good."

Kyle couldn't help himself. The giant smile on your face had you looking adorable, and he'd do anything to make you happy. He walked over and took one of the slices of bacon before dipping it in the Nutella.

"Holy shit. This is so delicious, babe." His eyes lit up as the flavor exploded on his tongue. He grabbed another slice of bacon and used it to scoop up a large bit of the hazelnut spread.

You giggled as you moved the plate to the middle of the table, and gestured to the seat next to you.

Needless to say, the two of you spent the better part of that morning eating Nutella and bacon, not that either of you were complaining.

König-

"Maus, what's all this in the cart?" König asked as he watched you throw yet another thing into your overflowing shopping cart.

"Oh! I'm just super hungry. I had a few things I wanted to try out." You gave him an elated glance before barreling down another aisle to grab another ingredient.

König chuckled to himself before looking down at the array of ingredients in the cart. You had everything from hot sauce to ice cream to oranges. He swallowed thickly as he remembered reading something in one of the pregnancy books he bought about the weird cravings those who were pregnant got.

You both made it home about an hour later, and he watched as you bolted inside, with one of the bags tucked firmly in your arms. He followed behind you and nearly gagged when he watched you grab the bottle of hot sauce and the jar of peanut butter. Surely... you weren't going to..

"Kö, can you get me a spoon?" You asked sweetly as you opened the ingredients in front of you.

König stood there for a moment, unable to process what was happening before he shook himself. He walked over slowly, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and handing it to you hesitantly. He watched as you snatched it from his hands, got a spoonful of peanut butter, and drizzled a decent bit of hot sauce on top.

You put the spoonful in your mouth and licked the entire spoon clean, moaning as you absorbed the taste. You put the spoon back in the peanut butter, before repeating the process with the hot sauce. "This is just what I needed."

"It...it tastes good?" König asked, bewildered. In his life, he'd seen people eat some pretty weird shit, but this easily took the cake.

"Oh gosh, it so does. Try it?" You asked, beaming as you turned to him. He gulped audibly as he approached you, taking the outstretched spoon.

You watched him with a hopeful gaze, as he took a tiny bit of the concoction on the spoon. He did his best to keep a straight face as he processed the taste and was trying not to gag as he desperately did not want to hurt your feelings.

He cleared his throat a few times before darting over to the fridge to grab a drink. He grabbed the first beverage he could find and downed it. "Maus.."

You gave a small giggle as you watched your husband's struggles. "Not a fan?"

"Oh, no, it was.. it was good. I'm just very thirsty." He gasped out as he finished the last of his drink. "Perhaps, I could make you a better snack though? I don't know how filling this will be for you."

"What kind of snack did you have in mind?"

König gave a hearty chuckle. "Well considering we bought half the store today, I'm sure I could come up with something."

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Stir Crazy

Season Three Episode Three

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 2176

Series Masterlist

Summary: With multiple injuries between them, the reader and Spencer get put on the bench. 

Notes: Finally something on the fluffier side for you guys. This season is rough, so buckle up! 

-

You slammed the phone down on the receiver, running your fingers through your hair. 

It was the same argument with the same conclusion. 

“I take it he asked you again,” Spencer said quietly from his place on the couch. He’d been pretending not to listen to your near screaming match with your brother. 

“And I said no, again.” 

Spence cleared his throat. “You know, protective custody wouldn’t be a bad-”

You silenced him with a fierce glance.

He went back to his book which he was also pretending to read. His eyes flicked back up to you as you started to pace. Spencer sighed and grabbed his crutches, moving slowly over to you. 

“We’re going to catch him.”

“I know.”

“Haley and Jack will get to come home.”

“I know.”

He laid a hand on your cheek. “I love you.”

You gave him a small, sad smile. “I know.” 

-

You were both in trouble by the time you got to the BAU. Ever since the attack- and your refusal to enter protective custody, you’d been conducting your work from Quantico. While it was your boss’s idea, you knew it was your brother that had pulled the strings so he could keep an eye on you. And, despite the fact that he’d been injured just as recently as either of you, Hotch was allowed to return to his normal life. 

Reid, however, got into even more hot water, having lied about his clearance for travel with his leg injury. This meant both of you were stuck at the office while everyone else went out on a case. 

“I guess it could be worse,” Spencer said, handing you a mug of coffee as he limped into your makeshift office. 

“How’s that?”

“We could be apart again.” He gave you his cute, thin lipped smile that you could help but giggle at. 

“I guess you’re right.”

“Plus there’s Garcia.” 

“Did you see she got Aaron muffins and not us?” You scoffed in mock offense. “How rude.”

“Fear not, my fair lady, for I have brought you sustenance in her place.” He placed a bag beside the coffee mug. 

You opened it, finding a still warm chocolate croissant. 

“Technically, Garcia bought it for you, but since I’m delivering it, I’m taking the credit.”

“I heard that!” Penelope chimed in from the hallway. 

You snickered and took a bite as Spencer pouted at you. Rolling your eyes, you tore off a chunk and handed it to him. 

“Only because you’re stuck here just like I am,” you said. 

He popped the piece into his mouth and kissed you on the cheek. “Thanks.” 

“Uhuh.” You carried his briefcase to your office while he slowly but surely made his way to Penelope’s to work with the team on their latest case. The space they’d set up for you was nice enough. It had everything you needed to work on your research and the bullpen was just a few yards away. 

While reading up on new cases and court proceedings, your hand absentmindly traveled to your neck, still surprised to find the usual chain missing. 

The hospital said that the locket Spencer had given you for graduation must have gotten lost in transporting you to the ER but you knew the truth. 

Foyet always took something from his victims to plant at the next crime scene. 

You didn’t want to think about what that meant. 

Unable to focus, you decided to walk around. Technically, you weren’t supposed to because you didn’t have clearance for anything, but you figured, what would it hurt to stretch your legs? 

You took it all in slowly, from the nameplates on each desk to the photos you could see hanging on Dave’s wall. 

A slow ache settled into your chest. You looked at your reflection in the glass of Aaron’s door. Behind you, the office was still, waiting for the return of its triumphant heroes. You closed your eyes. 

What bothered you wasn’t that it felt wrong to be at the BAU. It was that it felt so right. Like this is where you were meant to be all along. 

“Hey,” Spencer greeted from behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You turned around and smiled. “How’s the case going?” 

“Garcia isn’t a huge fan of sharing her office, but I think I’m wearing her down with my charm.” 

“I’m sure,” you laughed. You looked at the name on the door and ran your fingers over the letters. “How does he seem?”

Spencer shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”

Aaron had changed since the attack. He was more aggitated sometimes, angrier. Mix that with his already over-protective nature and it cause a bit of a strain on your relationship.

It didn’t help that he was missing his son’s birthday. 

“It’s Dave’s hometown, isn’t it?” 

Spence frowned. 

You held up your hands. “I know. I know I’m not supposed to know. I can’t help it if the people outside my office talk too loud.” 

He exhaled, shaking his head. “I should probably get back.” 

“Yeah.” 

Spence nodded and reached for your hand, still over the nameplate on Aaron’s door. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Go get em tiger.”

“Tiger?” He snickered. 

Your seriousness broke with a small smile. “I think I’m spending too much time with Penelope.” 

He brought your hand to his lips and hurried off again. Well, as much as he could hurry with his leg brace and crutches. 

You took one more look around the bullpen. 

Maybe one day.

-

You couldn’t help but feel like an inmate, tossing a paperweight into the air as you laid on the couch, waiting for Spencer to get home. While you had still been ‘allowed’ to work, Aaron had made it very clear that if you were to go anywhere other than the BAU or your apartment, he would send a search party out in minutes. And, as boring and confining as it was, you were terrified of Foyet finding you again. Not because of what he’d do to you. 

But because of what you’d do to him. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Spence said, coming through the front door. He locked it, deadbolted it, and put the chain lock on- a routine you’d both started after everything had happened. “Garcia and I got to talking about the computer graphics of the new seasons of Doctor Who and lost track of time.” 

“I’m jealous,” you huffed, catching the paperweight for a final time. Swinging your legs over the side, you sat up too quickly. A sharp shoot of pain rattled up your body, making you grimace. 

Spencer knelt down in front of you, eyes wide and hands reaching out. 

You shook your head. “I'm fine.”

“Maybe you should lay back down.”

“I said I’m fine, Spence,” you snapped. You jerked away from him, running a frustrated hand through your hair. 

“Sorry.” He stood again, leaning on his crutches and moving to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

You sighed and followed him. You wrapped your arms around him from behind. 

“I’m sorry.” You said against his lavender shirt. “I guess I'm just getting a little restless.” 

He laced his fingers with yours, holding them against his chest. “I get it. I can’t say I hated not being able to go with the team. I feel like I can’t do anything for them unless-”

“Unless you’re right there with them, facing everything together?” 

He nodded. 

“It’s enough to drive someone crazy, huh?” You slipped away and let your fingers graze his sides as you went. 

He shivered. Spencer turned swiftly and took your hand before you got too far away. Pulling you back to him, he pressed his lips to yours, parting just to look in your eyes. 

“We should do something,” he said. 

Your brows drew together. “What?” 

“We should do something,” he repeated. He tucked a hair behind your ear. “I know that things haven’t been easy and you have been feeling trapped by all these rules. We should do something that doesn’t make all of this feel so��”

“Prisony?” You laughed. You nodded, laying your hands on his chest. “Alright, Wonder Boy, what do you have in mind?” 

-

“And, you know, that this is actually pretty scientifically accurate. At least, for the developments that could theoretically be made,” Spence pointed out, his mouth full of popcorn. “Obviously, it is impossible to test but-”

“Hey Spencer,” you muttered. Your head was in his lap, turned to face the TV. 

He looked down at you. “Hmm?”

“I love your fun facts, but I can’t hear the movie.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” He grabbed another handful of popcorn. 

You snickered and rubbed his uninjured leg soothingly. 

Star Trek continued to play- the latest in your sci-fi marathon. It seemed to be a genre you could both agree on and it was perfect for a night in together. 

The growling in your stomach signaled it was time to make more popcorn, so you got up from the couch with a small whine from your fiance. 

“You’re going to miss the best part,” Spencer said. 

“I’ll be right back,” you laughed. 

As you put another bag in the microwave, there was a loud knock at the door. You froze. 

Spencer immediately got up from the couch, limping over to you with his crutches still over by the desk. 

You grabbed the kitchen knife, taking a deep breath. 

“Y/N, Reid, it’s me,” Aaron’s voice said from the other side. 

You lowered the knife and opened the door with a huff. “Jesus Christ, Aaron, you nearly gave us both a heart attack.” 

He held up the bag in his hands with an awkward smile. “Can I make up for it with Italian?” 

“Hi Hotch.” Spencer peeked over your shoulder and went back to the couch to prop his leg up. 

You stood in the doorway, blocking your brother’s entrance. 

“What’s this about?” 

“I have to have a reason to buy you dinner now?” 

You raised a brow. 

“Look,” he sighed. “I know I’ve been a bit of a hardass and that we haven’t gotten to spend much time together.” Aaron’s eyes softened. “I miss you.”

You could hear the words he wasn’t saying. 

I miss my family.

You let your irritated exterior melt into a smile. You stepped aside to let him in. “You better have brought some cheesecake.” 

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t have showed up without it.” Aaron stepped inside and set the bag on the counter, pulling out meals one by one. He turned to Reid. “How are you feeling?” 

Spencer shrugged. “Like I could have gone today.” 

Hotch scowled. 

Reid looked away. 

Aaron turned to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I could have gone to work today,” you mimicked your fiance’s sass, earning another dark look from your brother. 

“You two are spending too much time together,” he muttered. 

“I guess there’s no happy medium, huh?” You laughed. “We either don’t see each other enough, or we’re together so much we start to adopt each other's attitude.” 

“You know, there’s actually a lot of science that shows-” Reid started, but stopped when he realized he was ruining the moment between the siblings. He just sat and ate his pasta. 

You smiled and laid a hand on his good leg. 

“How was the case, by the way?” You wondered. “How’s Dave?”

Hotch glared at Reid, who held up his hands. 

“I didn’t tell her anything.”

“You have me locked up at the BAU, remember?” You poured some extra noodles onto your plate. “I hear things.”

“Dave is fine,” Aaron answered. “But that’s all I’ll say.”

You shrugged. “Fair enough.” 

Aaron’s face changed. His eyes grew distant, like he was looking at something that wasn’t there. There was a sadness in them that broke your heart. 

So you shifted into his eyeline again and made the most ridiculous face you could, puffing out your cheeks and crossing your eyes. 

Aaron burst out laughing. 

Spencer looked between the two of you, amused but also confused. “What are you doing?” 

You spoke through your giggling. “Aaron and I agreed a long time ago that, if one of us got too serious, that the other person was required to make a funny face and I think right now is the perfect time to bring that rule back.” 

Your brother reached across the table and took your hand. 

“Well, it certainly worked.” He blinked back the emotion his eyes still held. “Thank you.” 

You looked at each other with an understanding only the two of you had. After a while, things settled again in a peaceful silence as the three of you ate. 

“Oh, and I almost forgot,” Aaron cleared his throat. “I came here to warn you.” A mischievous smirk spread across his face. “Garcia is planning your engagement party at Rossi’s house.”

“We didn’t ask her to that,” you said. You gave Spencer a questioning look but he shook his head. 

“I mean,” Spence gulped, “how bad can it be?” 

Aaron just chuckled and ate his cheesecake.

-

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[jocelynscrazyideas]

Oops. | Quinn Hughes x reader

Summary: Y/N pulled a prank on Quinn and blamed it on Jack.

Warnings: language, pranks, ITS REALLY SHORT!!

A:N- cute fluff- requested, and I’ll be posting an angst or a smut later tdy!!

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I’m trying to pull a prank on Quinn tonight. Recently, Quinn told his team that we’re pregnant, which yes, we are. I didn’t want anyone to know yet, I mean what if I have a miscarriage, I would let everyone down. Now it’s my time to show him that he has to listen to me.

I have wax strips under my sink in my bathroom. I ran to get them when Wuinn fell asleep. Currently, the season was cut short but we attended the Canucks diinner party for the end of the season. Now, we’re in Michigan at the house. I was helping Ellen cook up some lunch but Quinn fell in a long, long sleep, and I thought this was the oerfect time to prank Quinn.

“Hey Quinners?” I yell out from the bathroom.

“Yeah baby?” Quinn mumbled in his sleepy voice, he’s stilll clearly sleeping. Good. It’s now for step two.

I pick at the back of the strips and I place them on Quinn’s leg.

“I’m going to massage your legs okay bubba?” I know his legs have been really sore so I decided to be “nice” and clean his legs up.

“Thank you lovie.” Quinn again, mumbled through his sleep. He’s so cute, all innocent like he didn’t just get me pregnant about a week ago.

I press down on the wax and I can feel it still warm from the microwave I put it through. “This might hurt okay bubs?” I let Quinn know that I am truly rubbing in his knots in his calf.

I pull on the wax strip and it takes off a good chunk of hair off. I see actual naked skin. I’ve never seen Wuinns legs look so empty.

“FUCK!” Quinn screams in pain. I know it hurts I go through it every month.

I see Quinn wince in pain. He looks up at me. He tackles me down and he makes marks all over my body, bite marks and hand prints.

“Sorry! I mean it!! Stop! I’m ticklish! I’ll pee!” I laugh out, Quinn ticked my belly, and he tingles my spine as he rubs it softly.

We cuddle for hours until it’s time to go eat dinner.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts part 37

chapter 56:

1. 😦 they.. they put a mask on sirius? they put him in azkaban?? my boy!! no!

2. 😭😭 sirius having already killed three guards tho. i love him

3. “Bastards they may be, stupid they are not.”

4. “At least he gets the sound of his own voice, though, which is a huge improvement in his opinion.”

he’s so funny i love him. he’s a murderer! he fell in love with a servant! he loves the sound of his own voice! he’s demisexual! he volunteered for regulus twice! he likes wood carving! he called the random guard “stuart”! he convinced the head gamemaker to change the rules so he can keep his brother and best freind! he continues to obnoxiously sing when face to face with riddle!

no one is doing it like him, i fear

5. “"Sounds like you've had a shitty week," is what Sirius says, finally, when he can bring himself to speak.”” 😭😭 he’s so bold. my dear, you are chained in front of the most dangerous man in the world and you tell HIM that his life fucking sucks. my dear. the ABSOLUTE GALL you have

6. “"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."”

my DEAR

7. “”Kneel down on the floor before me like a dog and beg."”

i prefer this out of context. but in context, it’s riddle being an absolute bitch to sirius. like excuse you.

8. “Sirius Black is many, many things, but a peasant before a king is never and will never be one.” A-FUCKING-MEN

9. 😮 did sirius just BITE OFF A CHUNK OF RIDDLES ARM??? praise be

10. marylily?? marylily??? MARYLILY??? going feral at any and all hints towards them

11. “"I like your legs," Lily says stupidly, because her brain and mouth have disconnected briefly, apparently.”

bbg i’m in love with you 😭😭

12. aww any mentions of petunia from lily break my heart

13. lily being so desperately in love with mary is my new drug

14. REMUS AND LILY FALLING RIGHT BACK INTO ROUTINE WITH BEING OBNOXIOUS TO EACH OTHER >>>>>>>>

15. “Lily gave him his [cigarette] first in six years days ago, and he'd coughed through the whole thing, then smoked five more back-to-back.”

16. “A stranger is just someone you haven't met yet. What do you call someone you knew better than yourself that you no longer recognize? A ghost?”

wtf wtf wtf that’s insane to write. lily and remus did NOT deserve this

17. “Lily has never known a Remus afraid of freedom, and Remus has never known a Lily afraid of love.”

18. “because they're still two bodies and one heart after all this time, if nothing else.”

that is beautiful and i’m forever grateful of the way the marauders fandom puts emphasis on the importance of friendships. like, this isn’t about a romantic couple. that is said about FRIENDS. friends got that description of their love for each other.

19. the fact that their friendship is so close, remus can REACH INTO LILY’S bra (to grab a cig) and she’s just upset cause his hands are cold.

20. crying actually, cause of all things to break me this chapter, it’s the fact that sirius and effie smoke together

21. oof i have a bad feeling about how dorlene is gonna end up

22. 😦😦 marlene gives the ring back. wtfffff damn that hurtsss

23. “”I am telling you this explicitly, right now, if you shoot your shot and fuck up in any way, I will let her pick a part of your body to take as a trophy, then remove it and give it to her. Still interested?"

"Even more so," Rodolphus says, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's got crazy friends, too. That's hot."”

me fr 😌 give me insane bitches (oh wait. maybe IM the crazy person)

24. 😳 practically fifteen seconds of flirting and he and barty decided to go fuck. that’s fucking insane. IS THIS HOW ALLOS ARE??? LIKE THEY CAN DO THAT??? (not all allos obviously, but some can do that??)

25. the way servants (slaves) are treated in the hallow make me angry beyond belief. like, seething white hot anger

26. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!! THEY FIXED JAMES’ EYESIGHT AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED

27. riddle tortured sirius and lemme jsut say, if someone told that to remus and regulus, the war would be over in a day flat

28. “The odds are not in Riddle's favor. If you ask James, he'll bet on his people every fucking time. It's not a game of chance, or luck, but a game of faith—and James has that in spades.” james’ loyalty is probably my favorite character trait of his

29. honorary authors note mention: “also lmaooo sirius literally in prison and still killing people 😭 he really said: you put me in prison, im gonna commit crimes, duh 🙄 he's everything to me”

30. honorary authors note mention pt 2: “rodolphus "i will hit every step on the crazy ladder if it kills me" lestrange living his truth and getting with the most insane, available people he meets every chance he gets””

[hochsleep]

Chapter 1: Just survive somehow

• Era: Season 1

• Warning: profanity, typical TWD violence.

• Summary: You and your little sister Lottie have to escape from the walkers in the forest. You both almost become lunch for the living dead, but suddenly you are rescued by a stranger, and thanks to persuasion you manage to get to his camp in the quarry. But it seems that the relationship between you does not work out. You will have to find an approach to him, because otherwise you will not survive.

• Word count: 4k

• A/N: Well, I've written...something. I actually have no idea how I'm going to combine this fanfic and the Daryl Dixon x OC fanfic on ao3 (there's a link in the pinned post on my profile page if you're interested), but I'm going to try. Yeah, I literally wrote in an introductory post a couple weeks ago that I wouldn't be writing big works on Tumblr and where are we now? I haven't been very consistent in what I've said. Anyways, posting the first chapter now.

I know it might be a bit boring in the beginning now, I'm not a big fan of the first episodes or chapters in series and books myself, but you have to start somewhere. I'm still just getting into the subject of Y/N fanfics, so I'll be learning as I write the work. What I can say now.

Please correct me in the comments if you find mistakes! Of course, I double-check my work before publishing, but something could still slip through. Especially since you, as an English-speaking audience, will be more attentive to turns of speech, slang and so on. Let me remind you that English is not my native language and I use a translator (you can read more about it in the attached post in my profile). So feel free to make corrections, I am always open to help and constructive criticism!

Oh, and also, congrats to everyone on the release of TWD: Daryl Dixons season 2!

Enjoy reading!

Then.

"Come on, Lottie, hurry up!" - you shouted to your little ten-year-old sister, who ran after you between the trees in the forest.

“Y/N!” a little girl shouted, following you but lagging behind every now and then.

A few walkers was getting closer, and it was like Lottie could barely move her legs. She had to run faster. She should have saved herself. But could you blame a ten-year-old girl? She’d had to lose her family and friends in the last few days, and there were the living dead walking the earth. The world has changed at the snap of a finger. Lottie probably still hoped it was just a bad dream.

You too.

You had to watch your neighbor across the street, Mrs. Faulkner, pounce on your mother and start biting chunks of skin off her neck without much effort. That's hardly realistic. But that's life now. All those radio warnings about a virus spreading in Europe turned out to be true. That it was incurable. That the dead will rise up and walk the earth again. That their bite would kill you and make you come back to life after a while. It all seemed so distant and unrealistic that you, like most Americans, just changed the channel on the TV or radio when you heard the news of the virus again. After all, there's been a lot of crap and "incurable" diseases throughout human history. If a plague in the Middle Ages couldn't kill the entire world's population, why would some disease do it in 2010 when medicine is booming almost everywhere in the world? Bullshit.

Where are you now? Running with your little sister through the woods while at least four walking corpses are chasing you? This whole thing really does feel like a cheap horror movie. Or a scary dream. A scary dream in a cheap horror movie.

“Lottie! You can’t stop!” you screamed while your little sister looked back and slowed down at every opportunity.

You had a hard time running yourself. Not that you’ve been a fanatic about physical activity in all the years of your life. Yoga and Pilates were your max and only on feel-good days. But the adrenaline in your blood was doing its thing and it allowed you to run faster and longer. Which was not the case with your sister. The girl was tired and breathing hard. She kept looking back to see how close the walkers were to the two of you, even though you had forbidden her to look back.

“Y/N, they’re close! They’re going to catch up with us!” shouted Lottie panting.

You started frantically looking around for a place to take cover. Apparently Lottie wouldn’t be able to run for much longer. You were breathing hard, too, and your legs were sore from the exertion. You had to hide. But where the hell could you hide in the middle of the woods? In the long run, you could hide behind a large tree, but the walkers had already spotted you and were following you, so that option was no longer viable. Climb a tree? You could if you knew how to climb trees. But even so, how long can you and Lottie stay in a tree? You’d have to come down sooner or later, and walkers don’t feel tired or weak, so you couldn’t expect them to give up and fall asleep at some point. No, they’re going to wait until the food comes down from the tree. And again, you can’t climb trees. But Lottie can. What are the chances she’ll agree to climb a tree while you distract the walkers? What’s the chance you’ll survive? How’s she gonna get back down and survive in the woods alone? She’s barely ten years old, for goodness sake, and she didn’t get out into the wild until the last few days! You're all she's got. She's all you have. So it’s just the two of you hiding and surviving together.

“Come on, sweetie, just a little more!” you grabbed your sister’s hand and dragged her forward.

Now.

“Carl! That’s not fair!” shouted Lottie as the boy stuffed the last five hazelnuts into his mouth and grinned cockily.

“It’s all fair, whoever got there first takes it all,” Carl said with his mouth full.

“I’ve just turned my back and you’ve already eaten it all! We’re out of nuts!” frowned Lottie.

“Daryl will find more when he goes hunting,” Carl only shrugged innocently.

“Then you’ll have to ask him yourself,” Lottie snorted and got up from the plaid she and Carl were sitting on.

Lottie approached Carol and Sophia, who were ironing clothes. Sophia’s father was a cruel man as far as Lottie could tell. He had forbidden his daughter from playing with the other two children at camp simply because he had decided to. And now the creepy man sat on a folding chair with a bottle of beer in his hand and strictly made sure Sophia stayed close to her mother and helped her with her “women's responsibilities” as he called it. It sucked.

“Hi, Sophia,” Lottie smiled at the girl, “and Mrs. Pelletier,” she nodded to Carol.

“Hello, honey,” Carol smiled gently at the girl. Sophia looked at her father warily and not noticing the vehement objection on his face, she smiled and nodded to Lottie.

“Carl ate all the nuts, but I brought you what I managed to salvage,” Lottie pulled a few hazelnuts out of the pocket of her jean shorts and held them out to her friend.

“Thank you,” Sophia said quietly and quickly tucked the nuts into her pocket while her father turned away.

“When can you play with me and Carl? Maybe tonight?” asked Lottie hopefully.

“Maybe tomorrow?” answered Carol for Sophia when she saw her head lowered frustratedly. “I’ll talk to Daddy, honey,” said the woman to her daughter, stroking her back.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Lottie sighed and went on to find something else to do besides playing with Carl. She was still mad at him a little about the nuts.

You were on duty on the roof of Dale’s motorhome, a kindly older man who tried to change you every twenty minutes and told you to go get some rest. But the duty was actually a rest. You just sat on a folding chair on the roof of the car and watched the surroundings. Dale and Glenn were basically doing the same duties, only with a shotgun in hand. Just in case. You weren’t trusted with a shotgun. It didn’t make much sense since you couldn’t shoot. And you weren’t very good at close combat. So you just had to keep an eye on the area around the camp and warn them of possible danger. It’s no big deal. Except that the merciless Georgia sun was as hot as anywhere in Africa. It seemed that way to you, anyway. You were sweating in every part of your body, your hair sticking to the damp skin on your back, your clothes wet with sweat, and you were as tanned as if you’d gone to a tanning salon. The only thing that kept you warm was the powdered lemonade Dale had made, some old nature magazine from the glove compartment of Shane’s jeep, and the cowboy hat Andrea had lent you. Even though you've spent the last ten years of your life in Georgia, you've managed to hide from the heat until this day. Whether at home in your stepdad's garage under a fan while he blames his barely living car. Or at work in the supermarket by the house. There were old air conditioners that you thought were your age, but you didn't complain as long as they worked. Especially hot days you spent in a cozy old cafe from the 50's, where your mother worked as a waitress and let you lounge for hours in the coziest booth close to the fan. In general you had no need to sit under the sun in such hellish heat without a hint of shade. How could there be any shade on the roof of an old mobile home? You have to melt like a piece of butter on toast.

You heard someone climbing up the ladder to the roof. It definitely wasn't Dale, you'd have realized from his static grunts. It was Lottie. Her old pink cap appeared before you saw your sister.

“Hey,” you smiled at your little sister, “I thought you were hanging out with Carl and Sophia.”

“Carl’s a jerk today, and Sofia can’t play with us, her dad won’t let her,” the girl snorted and sat on your lap, because sitting on the sun-hot roof of the car wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Hey, I’d take a swear jar from you right now,” you tried to look at Lottie with a stern big sister look, but it never really worked. It looked ridiculous and hardly got any respect from the kid.

“Sorry,” the girl sighed, “but Carl is really behaving badly today. He ate the last of the nuts while I was distracted and didn’t even have a chance to protect them…”

“Are you really upset about the nuts?” you chuckled.

“No, more of an injustice…I was hoping we’d split the nuts fairly between the three of us, but Carl ruined it,” Lottie rested her head on your shoulder sitting on your lap.

It was so damn sweet. The way Lottie loves you. There’s often tension between sisters, but not in your family. Charlotte was born when you were 13 and that’s a really big difference, but you always wanted a brother or sister. And even though sometimes you had to miss seeing your friends to take care of Lottie when Mom and your stepfather, your little sister’s father, were working late, you still loved Charlotte with all your heart. Although it’s hard not to love her. She had a mild-mannered personality, rarely acted cranky, and sometimes acted like a little adult. At least you were a more rambunctious child at her age, according to your mother and other relatives. Only as you got older did you become a calm and peaceful person, and as a child you could afford to kick the asses of the boys who hurt you in junior high school. Charlotte, on the contrary, preferred to solve conflicts peacefully and disliked violence already at the age of ten. The age when children can be really violent, but your sister was not. Now, however, she seems to be really angry with Carl. But it’s probably because of all the stress you’ve both been under for the past three weeks. Everyone’s been on edge right now. That’s the way the world is now.

“I’ll find you some new nuts in the woods,” you said, stroking your sister’s soft hair.

“You’re afraid to go into the woods,” sighed Lottie.

“I’ll ask Glenn or Amy to come with me.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to ask Daryl? “Lottie looked at you in anticipation.

Oh, that’s right. Daryl. Well, that was a bit of a problem.

Then.

You tugged at Lottie’s arm, who was stumbling at almost every step. The walkers were coming faster and faster. Your courage and confidence were running away from you just as fast. But you did not let go of your sister’s hand and kept moving forward.

“Y/N!” the little girl’s shrill cry echoed throughout the forest.

You turned around and saw one of the walkers grab the hood of Lottie’s sweatshirt. A tall man with a rotten open wound near his collarbone, with gray cadaverous skin, white eyes, and rotten teeth and nails. Death itself came closer than ever to you and your sister. And you had no idea what to do.

“No! Let her go!” you screamed in panic at the walker as if he could understand you.

“Y/N!” large tears flowed down the little girl’s cheeks.

You closed your eyes, preparing for the worst. You knew it would happen sooner or later. From the moment your neighbor ate your mother. From the moment your stepfather John set himself up to feed the walkers two days ago so you and Lottie could escape. Since the world died. You knew you were going to die, too. And your ten-year-old sister, who didn’t have time to live. It has to happen, whether you’re ready or not. But you are ready. Death has taken over the world now, and who are you to fight it? You just hoped that you and Lottie wouldn’t have to suffer and…

With a dull thud, the arrow pierced the forehead of the walker that had grabbed Lottie and he finally fell to the ground dead. Lottie threw herself into your arms without thinking, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist and sobbing into your chest. You looked around in incomprehension until you saw a man with a crossbow. He put down the remaining three walkers with the remaining arrows. Clearly and without missing. Like he’d done it every day before the outbreak.

Man paused, looking at you and Lottie sobbing in your arms, and then without a word walked over to the corpses to pull his arrows from their skulls. Right now, however, you didn’t have the strength to say a few words. You didn’t have the strength to say a barely audible “thank you” for saving your life. The man looked at you, chewing his lower lip and without saying anything, lowered his head and walked away as if nothing had happened now. It would have been nice to stop him. But you were still standing still.

Now.

Daryl was sitting on a log outside his and Merle’s tent on the outskirts of the rest of the camp. He was cleaning squirrel blood off his arrows and hunting knife. Well, thanks to him, the camp wasn’t starving. Lottie and Sophia didn’t like eating something cute like squirrels, but there’s no choice. And while you weren’t thrilled about it either, better squirrels than the inedible berries you and Lottie had been poisoned with before you got to camp at the quarry. It was… unpleasant. You almost silently approached his “Dixon den,” as Shane called the tent of the brothers who preferred to stay away from the main group. But for an experienced hunter and tracker like Daryl, it wasn't hard to hear the branches crunching under your feet. Of course he noticed. Daryl turned toward you, where you froze for a moment between the bushes and snorted.

“What do you want, girl?” he asked, staring again at the dirty arrow in his hand..

“Hey,” you smiled shyly and moved a little closer, not noticing the vehement protest on his part. “Am I interrupting you?”

“If I tell you what you’re doing, will you leave?” Daryl didn’t look away from his work, still not looking at you.

“I don’t know…I guess?” you shrugged uncertainly. You didn’t want to annoy him, but you had promised something to your little sister. And yourself too.

“So what do you want? A chat? That’s not for me,” Daryl shook his head.

“I wanted to ask you for help to be honest,” you pursed your lips as you always did when you felt uncomfortable.

“Try it,?” Daryl finally lifted the piercing gaze of his gray-blue eyes to you and you felt even more uncomfortable.

“Take me with you on your next hunt,” you blurted out, deciding it wasn’t worth beating around the bush. Not with Daryl Dixon.

“No,” he answered immediately and went back to cleaning his weapon.

“Daryl, please,” you insisted. Not that you expected him to answer any differently. “I need to learn at least the basics of wilderness survival. You probably remember the state you found me and Lottie in in the woods…I can’t let that happen again.”

“Why? You’ve warmed up to a camp with people who can handle weapons. Just stay close to them,” Daryl snorted.

“I’m not stupid, Daryl, I realize this isn’t forever and sooner or later we’re all going to have to separate. When that happens, there’s no one to protect Lottie but me,” you sounded more determined than usual. Of course, it took a few days to pull myself together. “So I’m asking you to help me. Teach me how to track prey and how to tell poisonous plants from edible ones. Please.”

“Look, you’re sure of yourself, huh? Coming in here and making demands like I owe you,” Daryl was starting to get annoyed, it was obvious. He didn’t like the way you were being pushy, asking him for something like you had a right.

“I’m not making demands, I’m asking for help,” your confidence began to wane after his words. Daryl didn’t know you well. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have had the nerve to call you cocky. Or just at least a little bit of confidence.

“I’ve already helped you out on my own head…I won’t do it again, you’re not a goddamn charity case here,” Daryl chuckled.

“Okay, then what do you want in return?” you asked firmly.

The question wasn’t about your curiosity about wildlife, your life and your little sister’s life depended on you. Your only family. This is not a case where you can afford to back down and give up.

“As if you have anything to offer,” snorted Daryl dismissively.

"What would you want?" you asked, hugging yourself tighter around your shoulders in a protective gesture.

Daryl's right. What the hell could you offer him? In this current world, money has no value. Not that you had a lot of it, but it was the first thing you thought of out of habit. Then what? Daryl is an excellent hunter who has all the necessary survival skills and is good with a gun. That's why you asked him for help and not anyone else. Shane could teach you how to shoot, which would undoubtedly be very useful in the current circumstances, but it's not enough to survive in the woods without a group. Not without someone like Daryl, who is as well adapted to life in the wilderness as you could tell from a week of knowing him.

Back to the question, what could you offer him? What would Daryl Dixon want?

"I want you to talk less and get back on your own," Daryl squinted looking at you for a few seconds and then lowered his head again. The conversation wasn't going well.

"Why did you save me and my sister in the forest? Why did you bring me here? We might live a little longer being in a group, but when this is all over, we're both going to be eaten, so why did you have to build up to this moment?"

Daryl was silent. Like that day a week ago before he brought you to camp. Really, why did he do that? He felt sorry for Lottie. A dirty little girl, messed up to death. You didn't look like you really tried to save her during the walker attack and Daryl wondered why. How scared were you? Didn't believe in your own strength? Did you want to die? He didn't know. But he knew for sure he wasn't going to let a child be eaten alive by a rotting reanimated corpse. Not in this world. Would Daryl have helped you if you were alone in the woods? He wasn't sure. You seemed resigned to your situation and didn't try to escape, so why would he rescue you?

He already did anyway. And dragged you both to the camp. And then that same night he had a fight with Shane, who wasn't sure about the idea of leaving you here. And he got a good laugh from Merle, who thought he was being too kind to someone in the Dixon family. But you don't need to know that. You're lucky it was Daryl and not Merle who came across you in the woods. You'd be wandering around the woods now, rotting from the inside out, wanting nothing more than to eat anything alive. Just like your sister.

"Your sister needed a place and I helped you, that's the whole story," Daryl only nodded his shoulder.

"Why?" you persisted.

"Damn it, girl, what are you babbling about! I helped you, who cares why?" Daryl frowned and abruptly stood up from his seat in a flash of anger.

"I just..." you cringed at his loud tone and backed away slightly.

"Stop bugging me with this, okay? I saved you and your little girl, that's it! That's all you're gonna get from me, you understand? I don't want to teach you anything, I don't need you, save yourself!" Daryl waved his hand, yelling at you and you didn't even realize why you pissed him off so easily.

You looked at him frowning in incomprehension. Why the hell is he yelling at you for no good reason? And looking so angry, like you'd done something terrible to him. You didn't understand Daryl Dixon and his mood swings. That's why you tried to stay away from him, especially the first couple days. You were grateful to him for saving you, but he didn't seem like someone you'd easily connect with. And Daryl had just proven that to you again. You only came to him with the request because no one else could handle it but him. But apparently he's really not interested in this at all. You didn't want to and couldn't force him. You just hoped that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as rude and aloof as he seemed at first glance. After all, he wouldn't have saved you if he was the way he showed himself to others. You'd just have to find a way to approach him and then maybe something would work. But now you weren't so sure.

"Well?! Don't look at me like that, get out of here!" he shouted one last time, turning away from you.

You snorted disappointedly, and after staring at his back for a few seconds, you turned around and hurried back to camp. You were mad at Daryl, that was for sure. Just like Lottie was mad at Carl, but you had a better reason than a handful of nuts. And you might have wanted to yell back at him, but not that it made sense. You'd learned to control your negative emotions a long time ago, and you weren't about to let years of self-discipline go down the drain because of Daryl Dixon. That's on him. Maybe you'll try again later when you've both cooled down, but definitely not in the next few days.

Daryl was difficult, but you have to find an approach to him. Not for your own sake. Certainly not for him. For Lottie. For the chance to prolong her life as long as you could.

Then.

“Hey!” you followed the stranger after a few moments of daze.

You almost lost sight of him, but he wasn’t trying to be quiet, and you could still hear the sound of his footsteps on the leaves on the ground. So as soon as your body began to obey you again, you followed him, holding Lottie’s hand tightly in yours. The man didn’t stop no matter how many times you called out to him. How rude. But in the present world, one didn’t think much of it. And you didn’t know him, but he wasn’t exactly friendly before the end of the world. And yet, you stopped the man from grabbing his wrist when you caught up with him. He turned around and looked at you with a frown, immediately pulling his hand from your barely perceptible grip with force. You seemed to have hit something wrong.

“Thank you,” was the first thing you said when he finally paid attention to you.

“Forget it,” wheezed the man with the familiar Southern accent you never got in the ten years you’d lived in Georgia.

“What’s your name?” you persisted.

“Go where you’re going,” the man snorted and turned away again to walk away.

“I wasn’t going anywhere,” you said before he could get a few steps away from you and Lottie, “I…I mean we have nowhere else to go.”

The man stopped for a moment without turning around, as if thinking about something.

“Do you live somewhere? Somewhere with people? You’re the first person I’ve seen in a week…I mean of living people,” you stared at his back without stopping to speak.

Hope flared in you. If there are still people alive, then you and Lottie have a chance.

But the man didn’t answer, only turned to glance at you. Your tangled hair, tied back in a low ponytail, your dirty knit sweatshirt over your once-white T-shirt, your mid-thigh jean shorts that were also dirty and torn on the side of your left leg, your broken knees with blood on them, your worn and dirty yellow sneakers. He looked at the little girl next to you. She had big eyes like yours. And while yours looked at him with weariness and a mute request you still hadn’t spoken aloud, hers were full of fear. Her long hair, braided into two pigtails, was also disheveled, and twigs and dry leaves were sticking out of it from the fact that she had been on the ground under the walker that had tried to eat her. Her denim overalls were stained with the rotting blood of the living dead, and the hood of the sweatshirt she wore over the rest of her clothes was now torn off. There was only one rubber boot on the girl’s feet, the other having come off in the process of escaping from the walkers. The man thought it must be very uncomfortable to run around in rubber boots. The girl held your hand and appeared behind your back, gingerly looking at her savior.

“Y/N, I’m scared…” said Lottie quietly, pressing her cheek against your hand.

Y/N. The man mistook you for this girl’s mom. A very young mom. But it seems that wasn’t the case. Although the two of you had enough outward similarities to think you were related to each other.

“Do you have a place to stay? Please…we’ve been walking through the woods for three days without food or water,” you asked quietly.

The man looked at you with a piercing stare and was still silent. But he didn’t stay silent for long.

“Please,” Lottie said even more quietly, looking out at him from behind you. And then he gave up.

How could he refuse to help a little hungry girl in one rubber boot.

“Follow me,” he said, looking into your eyes for a second, and then turned and walked on, expecting the two of you to follow him.

Of course you both did. Now the hope in your heart is much brighter.

[solosikoasgf]

you know my body is yours , roman reigns (nsfw)

pairing: roman reigns x oc (afab / black reader) synopsis: vacations are rare, and so you make the most of the sun, the sand, and undivided time with each other. themes: it's nasty, that's all ik. oral (f receiving), light choking, a little dominance. word count: roughly 2.5k author's notes: i am not a smut writer so y'all need to be nice. i just wanted to write about roman being sweet on vacation before i go back to hating him this week. minors dni! taglist: @rez-luvs-hook — @southerngirl41 — @harmshake — @christinabae — @dreamsinfocus — @thesamoanqueen — @thewarlordsworld — @cyberdejos2 — let me know if you want to be added! song recommendations: no limit by tank ft alex isley, it's yours by destin conrad, yours by dixson ft india shawn

the sun is still high in the sky, despite the time ticking closer to evening hours. the two of them had spent all day there, in the rays of the sun, in the waves of the surf, and laying in the sand. a vacation for roman was rare, and jade didn't find herself entitled to his time - in fact, she had encouraged him to take the time to rest and get family affairs in order, or do whatever it was that would make him feel relaxed.

so she was utterly shocked when he showed up with a suitcase for her to pack up, and a flight for them to catch. so much so that he had to basically pack the bag for her just to usher her out so they could make the flight on time, with gentle assurances that if she needed more clothes, she could use his credit card at any store she desired once they reached their destination.

and so the past three days had been filled with nothing but bliss - his undivided attention.

day one spent lounging around their resort, a large suite with a swim up pool, so they didn't find the need to really go anywhere but just rest, enjoying each other's company. day two had been spent out, walking in town, eating everything. day three was for excursions - zip lining, hiking, boat rides, biking. all of the little sweet things that made memories. and jade couldn't help but ooh and ahh at everything, it had been a number of years since she had a vacation, so focused on her career and taking care of her parents as they got older in age.

but today was for the beach, and the beach only. they arrived early in the day, making their spot under a shady palm that was out of the way - so no matter how many people packed the beach, they were sure nobody would venture out where they were.

she watched now as roman made his way back to her, hair wet from the ocean, a tan settled into his skin, taking it to a tawny bronze that accentuated the freckles that hid in his face, to his chest and back. his smile is wide and hands are full with two plastic bowls full of fruit from the vendor who had just passed, and jade smiles, shielding her eyes and setting her book aside to make room for him on their array of beach towels.

"for me?" she beams, faking shock and astonishment as she takes the bowl from him and he eases down across from her. his shorts ride up on his thighs, and he spreads his legs, opening his arms and gesturing her forward. he sighs in contentment when she's face to face with him, her legs on top of his and behind his torso.

"you havin' a good time, babygirl?" he watches her ditch the fork with a smile, as she picks up a chunk of mango with her fingers and bites into it, the juice running down her hand and into her arm.

"mhmm." jade hums, feeding him the other half, which he accepts happily, letting his lips wrap around her fingers to suck the lingering juice off. her eyebrows shoot up a bit, but she gives him a knowing smile and goes back to picking fruit from the bowl. "best baecation ever. but you really didn't have to - like we could have stayed stateside."

he snorts. "best vacations are always out of the country. don't think i didn't see how stressed you've been recently. you're not as good at hiding it as you think you are." he taps her left temple with two fingers as admonishment, and she apologizes with the offering of a piece of kiwi, that he accepts.

"i didn't wanna bother you. you're always on the road or in meetings - the last thing you need to hear on our calls is about why deidre pissed me off again."

"nothing about you bothers me. i'm your man, it's my job to be here for you, and to take those burdens off you. i ain't say nothing, but don't do it again." he warns, letting his hands settle on her thighs, warmed from the sun. "i'm not playin' either, jade."

she rolls her eyes, but he catches her face with his hand, amused. "i'm not playin." he repeats, voice a little lower. she nods quietly, and he picks a strawberry out of her bowl, pressing it to her lips. and when she bites down and juice runs down the sides of her lips, he quickly moves forward to press his lips on hers, hand grabbing at the back of her neck to pull her closer while their lips move against each other's.

she can taste the saltwater on his lips and tongue when he deepens their kiss, and ocean water drips onto her chest from his hair, cold. this moment is one she wishes she could bottle up and live in forever.

jade sighs in contentment, using the heels of her feet to dig into the towel to scoot herself just a bit closer, hands sliding up his chest and around his neck. she can feel his length start to poke at her thigh, and she pulls back, holding his face in her hands with a smile - but his eyes are dark, and his hands have tight grip of her thighs. "joe," she warns.

"let's head back," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to hers.

"it's still early."

"i want to take some of that stress off you."

they barely make it in and out of the shower in one piece, with roman almost engulfing jade to the point where her mind can barely think. from the second they landed back in their room, his hands and lips made quick work of taking her over the edge - the push and pull of him teasing and coaxing, but never quite giving into her.

he had clearly meant it - there wouldn't be room for stress in her mind, because all she could think of was how much she wanted to feel him stretch her out, take her over the limit.

her back hits the bed, black locs fanning out, cowrie shells attached to the ends tingling together in a quiet song. roman's eyes drink her in, steam still rolling off his body from the shower. from her round eyes and soft features, to round supple breasts that dips into a soft midsection. his hands palm her thighs, kneading with added pressure. they roam up to her stomach, fingering the glittering waist beads stacked on her waist. "i ever tell you how sexy these are?"

she breathes hard, but still smiles, her hand sliding down on top of his. "i put on extra, just for you. i know you like to see 'em when you hit backstrokes. i even took the excess," she pauses, raising her right leg a little, revealing beads on her ankle, "and made little anklets. they'll look so good...on your shoulders."

he groans, leaning forward to take her breast into his mouth, making her gasp, back coming up off the mattress. his hand slide under her thigh, and her breaths come shallow when his tongue circles around her nipples, suckling gently, and then gradually growing rougher, while his other hand twisted her other nipple between skilled fingers. "fuck." she whispers harshly, pushing her hands down on his shoulders.

his lips find her neck next, and she can hear him breathing hard, leaving harsh open mouthed kisses, biting down near her ears enough to make her yelp, and then covering the area with kisses and swipes of his tongue, all the while his hand slips down her thighs, gently coaxing them apart, dancing up the warm and already sticky inner thigh, thumb pressing to her clit to start a slow rotation of circles.

it's deliberate, and it's agonizing. she moves her hips in time to his fingers, desperately trying to up the pace, when she hears him chuckle, low. "hold on a lil longer." he assures, slipping two fingers in deep. the addition makes her groan, inhaling hard.

with every quick and deliberate stroke, his fingers become slicker in her arousal, and her moans scale up in octave, grasping onto his wrist for some semblance of control. but the second he feels her hand, he pulls away, in smooth motion lowering himself between her thighs. he squeezes hard. "keep your eyes on me."

jade shifts up on her elbows, pushing locs out of her face to lock eyes with his - both of them silent in the heavy tension of the moment, while he lowers himself down, steady eyes when he gently attaches himself to her clit, suckling softly with a low groan. she instinctively grabs at the sheets, attempting to keep her eyes from closing and letting her back hit the mattress once again.

the warmth of his mouth and tongue running over her clit and lips are almost unbearable, and it doesn't take long before her breathing is labored and soft breaths become soft moans that gradually get louder - all the while he maintains eye contact. he grips harder on her thigh, sucks with more aggression, and the small amount of composure she had been holding falls.

"oooh-" she breathes, finally collapsing back onto the pillows, hands reaching to tangle themselves in his hair while her back arches. he doesn't stop - running the flat of his tongue up her slit, collecting the wetness that had accumulated from his teasing, coming back up to suck on her clit. he pushes her thighs up towards her chest, rising slightly to his knees to push his face into her sex.

for roman, there are no more thoughts to be had. her body at his disposal, the way she dripped and moaned for him, the way her body responded so easily at his touch, at his voice, was enough. and he wanted to see her crumble to nothing - to pleasure her until she was spent and her voice was hoarse. he moans into it, pushing his tongue in an area right under her clit - her grip on his hair tightens, and she pushes his head further in, grinding her hips against his face with gradual urgency.

"fuck. joe, i'm -" gasps for breath, "i don't think i can hold it-" there's a build in her lower abdomen, and her grinding becomes more frantic, hands holding her own thighs up to her chest to give him more room to flick her clit.

he doesn't bother to answer, pushing her legs further back, using a hand to grasp onto hers for encouragement.

let go. let me have it. let me taste it.

"oh my god, i'm cum-" a moan fills the rest of her sentence, her thighs shaking around his face. a build and a release of pleasure streams through her body, one hand clamped onto his, another gripping onto strands of his hair, coming down from her high with deep breaths and smiles.

he finally relents, sitting up on his knees, mouth and beard wet, webs of her arousal dotting various spots between dark brown and gray streaks of hair. roman watches her catch her breath, gently rubbing circles into her sides, hovering over her to capture her lips with his own. her arms circle his shoulders and pull him closer, her tongue slipping past his lips in a way that makes him a little crazy, hand gripping her neck. his dick is hard and rubbing against the wetness of her pussy, and he needs to feel her, be encompassed by her warmth when her legs pull him in deep.

"you good, baby?" brown eyes search hers in a moment of softness.

"yeah, i'm good." she brushes hair out of his face, twirling a piece around her finger.

"we can stop," he murmurs as her fingers trace over his face, and he leaves faint kisses on her fingers when they pass by his lips and into his beard.

she doesn't respond, pulling him in for a kiss, reaching down to guide his dick into her warmth, both exchanging a breath in a kiss. roman's teeth grit down, and the soft moment is gone - they lock eyes with brief understanding, and she relents.

and he takes over.

roman leans back, guiding her legs over his shoulders, pressing kisses on the insides of her thighs, knees, calves, arches of her foot, running his fingers across the glittering beads that adorn her ankles as he settles them on his shoulders. he leans over her, forearms on either side of her head, and starts to give slow but hard strokes. each one slow on the out, but pushing in quickly with enough force to make her cry out.

he relishes in her moans, burying his face into her neck and using his hands to hold her thighs open, bending her all the way back so he had full control of her pleasure as he picked up his pace, their skin slapping together with the sound of her moans.

"look at you," he murmurs into her ear between strokes. "taking this dick so well. i can feel you dripping all over it."

"no fuckin' shit-"

"yeah? tell me how it feels."

"so fucking good." she chokes out, scratching at his back.

"it's yours. it's all yours baby. and i'm gonna give it all to you." he groans, losing himself in the warmth of her pussy. his strokes get faster, keeping his head level enough to see her face contort in pleasure, crying out his name.

arousal so thick, the room feels hot, and he can feel fluids dripping down her thighs. it's getting harder to stay inside of her with how wet she is, and he locks his feet into the mattress to gain more leverage, gathering her up in his arms tightly to barrel deep inside of her - inhaling the scent of ocean water still lingering in her hair to try and anchor him down from finishing too soon.

"don't hold out, give it to me. let me feel you cum on me. claim this dick as yours." he growls.

her moans get louder, nails digging into her back with red marks left in their aftermath. between the high of her first orgasm, his weight pressing into her body leaving her unable to move, and his dick, pushing and pulling her until her brain could barely form thoughts, she was unraveling fast, biting down hard on her lip as she felt an orgasm barrleling towards her fast.

she slaps his shoulders, pushing against him with a shriek. "it's too much, i can't- i'm about to-"

roman doesn't let her finish, pressing her mouth into hers to absorb her protests, feeling her pussy clench down on him, forcing his own orgasm. they pant, foreheads touching while he strokes them both through their high, running his fingers down her thighs to sooth her while she whimpers, and her pussy squeezes out the last bit of cum from him. he stills, letting a moment or two pass, letting her legs down to lay on top of her, his weight settling down, forehead to her breasts.

"you good?" she whispers.

"mhm." this time it's him that needs the comfort, and he sighs at her fingers tracing designs over his back - most likely over the tattoos that adorned his upper half.

"that felt like you're the one who had stress."

"both things can be true."

"you feel more relaxed?"

he lifts his head with broad smile, and in return she laughs, carding a hand through his drying hair.

"i love you, joe."

"i love you too." sweet smiles, a pause. "let me eat a piece of fruit off your nipple real fast -"

"damn, you can't even wait three minutes?"

"i just wanna see sumn-"

her laughs fill their villa, and his smile spreads up through his face. this is what they both needed. each other.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you do I request for a young Finn where there father comes back and tell Finn to “ give daddy a hug” and he goes running to Tommy who hugs him back but everyone try’s to tell Finn that Tommy isn’t his dad and he starts to cry and Tommy get all protective .

Hope that makes sense xx

(It’s okay if u don’t :) )

Hey Love,

Thank you for such a great request. I am so so so sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it <3

Warnings: Shit dads on the loose.

Tommy had woken up from his precious few hours of sleep with a stone in his stomach. He could sense that something was wrong, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed. The moment his feet touched the ground he felt something swing into motion. Coming downstairs for breakfast Polly was awake which was unusual for this hour. He was normally the first person up. Their eyes locked and he could tell she knew something was off. 

As if it didn't want to keep them waiting too long, bad luck turned up before lunch. His father walked through the front door as if it was still his own house. He smiled at Tommy and right away he knew why his father was back. The only reason his father would show his teeth like that was if there was a chunk of money to bite off. 

“Here from America?” John asked with a slight tone of bitterness in his voice. They all knew the anger that comes from having a life full of mistakes knowing they could have been avoided with some guidance. It ate at all of them in the night. 

“Yes! Here to stay! Johnny Boy!” He moved towards John and he watched as John received the hug awkwardly.  His father knew better than to try and touch him. He nodded at Thomas. His father moved into the kitchen and looked at the family. He avoided Polly’s sharp eyes and moved in on an easier target. 

“Finn! Come give your dad a hug.” He boomed opening his arms. Finn took a look at the man with narrow eyes and a creased brow, he then moved to Tommy his small arms wrapping around his legs. 

“Finn, not Tommy your Da!” Arthur said and he felt Finn flinch. Tommy couldn't stomach the thought of his father touching the small boy. He picked Finn up, even though he was much too big for that sort of thing, and held the boy close to his chest. His eyes presented Arthur with a challenge and his brother quickly abandoned trying to push the boy any farther. 

He was as good as Finn’s dad. No one was walking into his house and telling his little brother what to do. 

“Hand him here, Thomas.” His father had more guts than he thought addressing him directly with outstretched arms. 

“I don’t think Finn knows you well enough for a hug,” Thomas said in a cold tone. “He knows better than to let strange men hold him.” 

His father’s face fell but that look of deranged anger didn't frighten him anymore. He was a man now, and he had faced things far more evil than his father. 

“That’s hardly the case here! Give me my son.” There was an edge to his voice but Tommy was already moving towards the stairs down to the front door. He’d sent Finn to the neighbours then come back for the fight. 

“Not going to happen,” John shouted and Arthur started trying to reason things out. Tommy was surprised when it was Polly who stood up, he turned around and moved to the edge of the doorway. 

“Get out of my house.” Polly stood up from the table and the window blew open filling the room with an icy breeze. He knew she didn't possess real magical capabilities. But in moments like this, he felt that boyish wonder come back.  

His father could see this wasn't going to be the welcome he wanted and backtracked. 

“Look, now,” The man put his hands up, he had always been afraid of Polly. When Tommy’s mother walked into the cut Charlie and Polly had said something to him. It was powerful enough that this was the first time his father had returned. “I want to do some business, that’s all. Help out and pull my weight.” He took a deep breath and his face fell into a fake mask of despair. “It’s lonely out there, with my casino businesses in America I think we can work together to make something really special, Eh? Just hear me out.” 

“No.” Was all Polly had to say, her face and the way her fingers silently drummed across the table were enough to send him out the door. Arthur chased after him and Tommy didn't hold it against him. Whatever father Arthur had remembered from his childhood was not the father Tommy and John had experienced. It was natural for him to think he could still save that man he once knew. 

Tommy didn't waste time running around trying to save people from themselves. He knew life was meant for bigger things. 

He ran a hand along Finn’s back. 

“I don’t want to know him. It’s easier for me if he died like Mum.” Finn whispered. Tommy kept stroking his back. 

“Me too.” He whispered back.

[13as07]

Object #1

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to sajol201460]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 5,228

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I have no relational explanation for this short series besides the reoccurring thought of being the akatsuki's free-use doll so sorry not sorry

Characters: Pain/Nagato, Konan, and Sasori

Sadism (biting, choking, hair pulling, slapping)

Blood Play (licking up blood)

Nicknames: Princess, Good Girl, Master, Sir, Lap Dog, Mutt, Puppet

Domination (varies levels)

Oral/Fingering

Cock-warming

Degrading (object, cumdump, whore, bitch, dumb, disgusting)

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Bondage (wrist restraints)

Creampie/Cum Shot

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The feeling of teeth grazing my inner thigh roughly snaps me out of sleep. "Who's..." I start, my head still foggy with sleep. My hands sink down my body, being met with a head of hair as I try to push the person off of me.

"Knock it off, Princess," Nagato's voice rings out before his teeth sink back into the tissue of my leg.

As the fog of sleep slips away, my senses start to wake up, painting the unseen picture in the dark room. My thighs tingle in pain, a promise that Nagato has been nibbling at them for a while. His arms are wrapped around my legs, keeping them in place as he does as he pleases.

His room is mostly silent, the only noise being the suction of his mouth on my skin. I shouldn't call it his room, it's our room - unofficially. I don't have a room in the hideout; another degrading reminder that I'm not viewed as a person by its members. I'm not a person here, I'm an object, something to be used as wanted by the murderous group.

Nagato's jaw relaxes for a second, a gentle kiss being pressed into me before his teeth clamp down on the same spot. The warmth of my blood trickles out this time, proof that my skin has been ripped by our lovely leader. Their leader.

I do not leave the grounds of the hide-out unless Pain requests my presence or he accompanies me. I do not fight for whatever cause he formed the group around. I do get to spend my day as I please, filling my time as I wait to be used again. I do not get a say in what happens or when. I am here to be used, to ease the member's needs, to be a warm body for Nagato to sleep next to.

I do get whatever I want; jewels, clothes, food, entertainment, company. Outside of being used, the answer is always yes. I do get to leave on request. My life has led me to many beautiful sights, all it takes is me to ask. I believe it's a fair trade, how wouldn't it be? Most of the time I get pleased as the members' needs are met and I get treated as a princess, as Pain's nickname for me signifies.

"Good girl," he mumbles against the torn skin, his tongue sliding out to lick it up.

Once the blood is done leaking out of my wound, Pain shifts his attention to my other thigh and quickly lives up to his name. Bites are littered over my skin until he finds the spot that satisfies his requirements. He goes back to his favorite pastime, bruising my skin with his teeth until it gives away and tears.

I let my mind wander, trying to keep my focus off the sizzling pain between my legs. With Nagato keeping the room so dark I never know how early or late it is. Is my day starting early? Or right on time? Is it even the daytime? Perhaps it's the nighttime and Nagato simply needs some relief.

"Pull your head out of the clouds," he orders, a usual demand from him. Pain thrives on attention, most notably mine, as do most of the members.

I do as I'm told, despite my want to ignore him. As I focus back on my metaphorical leash holder, the burning from my marks fills my head again. His hands push up my nightgown, resting it just below my chest. The chilled air of the room brushes over my usual bareness.

I don't see a point in keeping myself covered if I'm going to spend a good chunk of my day uncovered. This mindset has led to a lack of underwear and a lot of dresses and skirts.

Fingers ghost over my pussy as Nagato nibbles his way up my stomach. Not many of the members are gentle with me, but a good handful are nice, occasionally pleasing or stretching me to take them easier. Part of me thinks it's cause they care, but most of me knows it's so they don't hurt me. What use does a broken toy have, even if it is your favorite?

     "You'll be my breakfast today," Pain whispers into my skin, kissing his way back down my body. "Stay still, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir," I answer back, sliding my hands into his hair. I keep my fingers light, not wanting him to misinterpret it. He doesn't, which means he's in a good mood today.

     Nagato's lip piercings snag as he dips down, tearing a strip of skin on my stomach. This seems to only improve his mood, small licks working to clean up the accidental mess. When he's happy with his clean-up duty, his head jumps down to hover over my pussy. "Princess?"

     "Naga?" I hum out, testing the waters for today.

     He stills for a moment, processing the nickname. The thought of today being good is set in stone when Pain presses a kiss into my torso. "I would like to hear about your plans for today."

     "Well, Sasori is off duty today so I'm sure I'll spend a good chunk of it with him," I say, starting my ramble. I don't know why but Nagato seems to like hearing my voice as he pleases me.

     A reward for my compliance comes, a soft lick to my clitoris. Once the kitty lick is over, Pain wraps his mouth around it, gently sucking on me. "I'll probably take a hot shower when Sasori gets bored of me. He tends to leave a mess." He hums a slight encouragement to keep going. The vibrations jerk my legs closed, squeezing the head of the man between my thighs.

     A pop fills the room when I'm released from Nagato's mouth, signifying the end of his gentleness for now. "How disappointing," he mutters to himself before dipping back down.

     This time around his head doesn't hover as much. He dives right in, head buried deep to ensure his face piercings snag on me. They do snag, tugging at the skin of my pussy as he continues his meal.

      Pain sets a constant pace, his tongue swirling around the rim of my hole a couple of times before dipping the tip of it in. His head nods, his nose clumsily rubbing my clit, and his piercings tugging on my folds as he moves. The constant snagging releases small sparks of pain, not enough to hurt but enough to cause discomfort.

     "Continue," he orders, his hot breath coating my growing slick.

     "I... um..." The words stick in my throat as I flutter my eyes shut, in an attempt to focus out my sentence.

     "Why are you being difficult today?" He asks, head lifting to look at me. "I'm being nice because you had a rough day yesterday and you can't even obey enough to watch me please you."

     "I'm sorry," I whimper, blinking my eyes open and coasting them downward.

     A hum of disapproval leaves his lips, quickly followed by his tongue poking out. It slides over my clit again, this time with a lot more pressure. "Perhaps we need to take a trip. Maybe you're being used too much. You shall pick a place by dinner." The order is clipped and matter-of-fact. Nothing more than needed maintenance.

     "If you act like this all day, we might have to leave tomorrow. You will be sore," his tone is calm, still even, and straight to the point. "Continue."

     Nagato's head dips down again, this time hovering so that the metal punched into his face doesn't cause me more discomfort. It's a bit disappointing since his tongue can't plunge as deep as it could before, but I don't complain. Pain is right, he is being rather nice today.

     "I... I might... reread my newest book," my eyes flicker with the sentence but I make sure they don't stay closed too long. I don't want my orgasm to be taken away, especially since it might be the only one I get today.

     "Reread?" He asks, tongue stopping long enough to get the word out. Naga starts nodding his head again, stimulating my clit as he slurps me up.

     "Ya... I... finished it yesterday." My fingers tighten around the red locks wrapped up in my hands.

     Pain stales for a second, eyes glancing up at me in a warning before he goes back to pleasing me. "Do you not have another?"

     I hum a no, trying to focus on not letting my legs shake. I hate how easily I cum, the disadvantage being courtesy of nonexistent attention to my needs most days. "No... I finished... all my new... books." My heavy breath fills my ears as my lungs pump faster.

     Naga shifts back up, his mouth wrapping around my clit again. The feeling of him sucking on me and his tongue swirling over it is enough to finish me off. Despite my efforts, my legs cage his head again and my hands shove his face down further.

     His hands rub my thighs as he stays put, letting me do as I please, not for very long though. As soon as my pleasure is washed out of me, dripping down Pain's chin, I'm met with a pissed of Akatsuki member. "You are quite the disappointment today. You will not get any more attention from me today."

     That's a lie and we both know it. Before bed tonight he'll be buried between my thighs again. If I wake up to head, I'll be put to sleep with head too. After all, Nagato is a man of routine.

     "I shall be back," he tells me before climbing out of our bed. My eyes trail after him, enjoying his bare back as he walks away.

     With the attention-hungry man off the bed, I let my eyes close once again. The couple minutes of peace soak into my body, almost putting me back to sleep. "We are awake for the day. Be awake," my needy master says, tugging me to the edge of the mattress.

     "I am awake," I mock, sitting up straight.

     Pain is pissed again, his eyebrows scrunched together as he looks at me. Like I said, he's a man of routine. Every semi-nice thing he does for me is followed by unprovoked anger.

     He drops what he's holding into my lap before leaving me again for the closet. I look at the pile of cloth now present in my view. It's Pain's - unofficial - favorite skirt and one of his nightshirts.

     Maybe he doesn't think I need a break, maybe he's just pissy I've been busy with the other members of his 'Make the World Great Again' group. I don't know though, Pain is too bi-polar for me to keep up with his mood swings, let alone what he wants.

     When Nagato flips the lights on, the room starts buzzing with us getting ready for the day.

     It's the same routine every day. Pain picks my clothes, then his clothes, somehow 'accidentally' matching me every day, even if you can't see it under his robes. He dresses me, and then himself before doing my hair in whatever way he wishes. The last stop of the morning is his steady hand painting my face before he does his eyeliner. The whole time I stay under his feet, following him around the room as he moves around.

     On days I get used enough to shower before he gets home, I'm always met with his usual pissy look. Pain doesn't like it when I change his choices throughout the day, but he's never told me not to.

     "Princess," he calls, making me perk up from my resting spot. As he did his makeup today I decided on sitting on the floor, resting my body weight against his legs. "It is time for breakfast."

     I follow the routine, crawling to my feet and waiting for Pain to lead the way. Once his eyeliner pen is tucked back into place, he stands up too, hand sliding under my collar to hold onto my throat. Naga decided on a thinner one today, a light-weight black chain to match his face piercing; another unofficial favorite.

     His hand stays light as we putter our way down the hallways, occasionally squeezing my throat as a reminder I'm there. The walk is boring, nothing new to look at or talk about.

     When I'm tugged into the kitchen area, it takes me a second to adjust to the natural light outside. The sun shines through the huge windows of the kitchen, my first notification that it is morning time.

     "Sit," I'm ordered, being shoved into Pain's chair before he disappears into the cooking area.

     Eyes of the Akatsuki snap to me, all of them present for their mission orders. I happily smile, waving at all of them. "Good morning my boys! And Konan!" I get a range of reactions from 'Good morning beautiful' to ignorance.

     A cough from the kitchen echoes throughout the room, ripping 'good morning's from the half that didn't respond. Aside from that, the members ignore me, knowing better than to play with me until Pain has had his fill.

     Soon Mr Bi-Polar is back, pissy face as present as ever. "Up," the order comes, one in which I quickly respond to. Nagato sits down in his chair, tugging me into his lap after setting down his coffee and my breakfast. Scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, and bacon; it must be Tuesday.

     I'm shifted around, placed how the head of the table wants before he turns his attention to his coffee. "Eat quickly, Princess." I'm ordered like I am every day. My plate must be cleaned and Pain must be buried deep into me before he starts his morning meeting.

     Eyes flicker to me as the members enjoy their breakfasts and conversations. Everyone knows that everyone else uses me, but that doesn't mean any of them would be caught dead using me by Pain. It's a confusing demonic. I'm public property, but only when Naga says so. Naga who hates me half the time and plans his decisions around me the other half.

     Once my plate is clean, Pain's coffee cup is lowered to me. It's half full like I expected. I let the bitter taste slide down my throat as the sound of Naga's clothes shifting slid into my ears.

     A hand is placed against my hips, pushing me upwards. I follow the movement, leaning over the table as the man under me adjusts himself. When he's ready, I'm pulled back down, Pain's dick burying itself into me. "Don't be a distraction, Princess."

     "Yes, Sir." I stay put like I'm supposed to, being nothing more than a sleeve to keep Nagato warm. My mind wanders, scanning over the room and the members as everyone drains on about the plans for today, none of which concern me.

     This little scene is Pain's reminder to the members that he's in charge, that he's the boss. It's a test for disobedience of his employees. When someone's eyes flicker to me, I'm used until everyone looks away. Some days we make it through the whole meeting, leaving me to be used afterward. Some days we don't make it past the first thirty seconds.

     I scan the members again, being met with the newest member's eyes. Deidara's cheeks go pink, not unnoticed by Pain. "Princess."

The single word puts me into motion. I rock my hips, shifting myself up and down Pain's dick. More eyes snag on me as whimpers and moans tumble out, the whole time Deidara's eyes stay locked on mine. I swear that boy never learns.

When people don't fall back into place fast enough, hands grip my hips, slamming me down faster than I can move on my own. "Pain," I whine, glancing behind me at him. That gets eyes snapped away from me. No man likes hearing someone else's name fall for the lips of their lover.

"Silence," Nagato hisses, anger back on his face as he drops me on him again, hands keeping my hips pressed down.

The rest of the meeting is uneventful, everyone keeping their eyes off of me and Deidara's staying locked on the table.

"Dismissed." Chairs screech as people rush out of the room, leaving Pain, Konan, and me behind.

"Princess." My hips shoot up, jumping back into motion. Konan's eyes are locked on me, watching me fuck myself on her leader's penis.

     She's interesting, partly because she uses me the least and partly because I know my very being pisses her off.

Just like before, Nagato's hands grip my hips, moving me at the pace he likes. I let my focus stay on the woman across the table from me, my noises and calls for her boss purposely coming out louder and needier than they usually do. I find it entertaining, watching her get pisser and pisser.

     "Princess," Pain hisses, dropping me backward again before keeping me in place. His head dips, lying against my shoulder as his warmth spills into me. "Perhaps you're not as disappointing today as I thought," he mutters, hands snaking up to cling to my throat again.

     "Thank you, Naga," I purr, shifting myself on his lap.

     He stays like this, buried into me and panting against my shoulder. It's almost sweet, aside from the pity party being thrown at the other end of the table. "What a pretty little object," he whispers into my ear, pressing a kiss to my jaw before shoving me onto the table again.

     I stay leaned over as Pain slides out of me, using my thighs to clean himself off.

     "I must go. Be good," he orders, hands gripping me as he picks me up, placing me on my feet before he disappears to do God knows what.

     "Did you enjoy the show?" I ask Konan once I'm sure Pain is out of earshot. I don't need a lecture about my attitude or for Konan to get into trouble because I feel like picking a fight.

     "Aren't you disgusted with yourself?" She asks with venom in her words.

     "Aren't you pissy cause Pain will fuck me but not you?" I throw back, a smirk crawling across my face. Konan's face scrunches up as she climbs to her feet. "Oh no," I tease, a giggle following my words. "I'm oh so scared of you. Please don't hurt me, paper lady. I don't want to have to spray you with a water bottle."

     "You really think you're hot shit don't you?" She asks, stomping over to me.

     "No, but Pain's semen sure as hell is." That gets me a jaw click from the angry lady, how fun.

     "Don't forget you're nothing but a lap dog. At least he trusts me enough to help the Akatsuki."

     "Oh yes, how I crave to go commit murder instead of living my best life as a house pet."

     My eyes light up at the sight of Konan's fists clenching. They light up even more as she huffs in anger. "Listen here you little lap dog. I am treated with respect, I am Pain's right-hand man. You are nothing but a cumdump, a sex toy, a fucking object to be used. You're nothing."

     "Ya? Then why are you so mad? Are you pissy 'cause none of the guys will eat your pussy?"

     That gets a reaction out of her. Konan leaps forward, grabbing a fist full of my hair and snapping my head backward. "Fine, you want to act like a fucking mutt, I'll treat you like a fucking mutt." The words make me tingle, my pussy clenching, forcing Pain's cum to leak out of me faster.

     Konan uses my hair to drag me down to my knees. "Dogs belong at our feet," she hisses, eyes sharp as she looks at me. "Stick your tongue out, Lap Dog," she orders, face still drowning in anger.

     "And why would I do that?" Once the question is out, I'm slapped across the face.

     I whimper as my cheek stings with pain, all of which seem to encourage her more. "I said, stick. Your. Tongue. Out. Mutt." The words are hissed, as my hair is pulled harder. I silently curse at Pain for leaving my hair loose today.

     Reluctantly, I do as told, sliding my tongue out of my mouth. "Look at what a whore you are. Big 'fuck me' eyes with your mouth wide open. A dumb little bitch in heat." Konan's hand dips down as she degrades me, her pants being tugged to her knees. "Sniff, dumb dog," she orders, using my hair to shove my nose into her pussy.

     I clumsily fall forward from the movement, my nose falling right where she wants it and my hands clinging to her legs for stability. "Fuck you," I hiss, digging my nails into her thighs.

     "Just a little reminder, Lap Dog, but you're here to serve me as much as you're here to serve the guys. We'll spend all day like this if we have to. Sniff."

     The repeated order is followed by me being shoved further into her pussy. I go to nip at her, but Konan beats me to it. She moves her hips, her clothed pussy falling against my mouth. Against my wants, her pussy is pressed on my tongue, the salty wet spot of her underwear soaking against it.

     "Go on, Lap Dog. Eat my pussy. Act like the dumb mutt you are." Konan uses my hair to shove my face up and down herself, my tongue sliding against her as she does so. "That's it you fucking cum dump," she moans, her head leaning back as she uses me to get off.

     I'm shifted again, pulled away from her long enough for her panties to be pushing down to join her pants. My face is pressed back into place, her juices leaking onto my tongue. "Lick, Dog." I try to tug back but fail miserably because of Konan's hold on me. "Go on, dumb dog. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can go back to being a dump for the male members."

My eyes jump up to her face, sending a glare Konan's way as I slide my tongue out. The sour taste of her coats it as I slide it through her folds.

"Fucking mutt," she moans, hips bucking forward. "You're nothing but a dumb object, aren't you?" She continues, voice pitched as she grinds against my tongue.

     My pussy drips as I'm being used, making the spot between my legs burn with need. "Rub yourself, Lap Dog. I'm sure you're getting off on this too, mutt," Konan orders, eyes flickering open long enough to look down at me.

     This time I'm not as reluctant to do as ordered. I reach my hand between my legs, my fingers eagerly colliding with my clit. I rub circles into myself, using my tongue at the same pace on Konan. Sounds of pleasure fall from her being shot towards the ceiling.

     When that's not enough, I slide my fingers backward, plunging them into my pussy. A greedy moan slips from my lips, colliding into Konan's pussy. Like before, I slip my tongue down to keep pace.

     My tongue plunges into her, pumping and curling the same as my fingers. "Fucking Christ," she mutters, her pussy starting to clench around me.

     Unlucky for me, my orgasm comes before Konan's, filling the kitchen with the sound of my cum dripping to the floor. "What a dumb dog, making yourself finish before me," she hisses, tugging on my hair before grinding against my mouth again.

     Despite her bitching, I keep slurping her juices up, working quicker to push her over the edge too. It doesn't take long for Konan to come undone, her tangy juices draining down my throat. "Dumb fucking Lap Dog," she bitches, keeping me in place as she catches her breath.

     "A greedy, disobedient dog," Konan continues, pulling me off of her before dragging me backward. "Look at what you did," she barks, shoving my face into the mess I left on the floor. "Look at the mess you made. Lick it up, mutt." My face is still shoved against the floor, mine and Pain's cum rubbing against my cheek.

     "Lick it up," she repeats, picking my head up just to shove it back down. I let my mouth fall open, my tongue slithering out to desperately clean up my mess. The taste of Nagato's cum mixed with mine relights the fire in me, quickly making me horny again.

     "What a good, Lap Dog, cleaning up after your disgusting self," Konan teases, finally letting go of my hair. "Dumb bitch," she mumbles, straightening herself and her clothes before walking away, leaving me a spread-out, horny mess on the kitchen floor.

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The feeling of Sasori's paintbrush sliding over my bare stomach is soothing, as is the cold paint being gently placed on my skin. I like when Sasori has a day off or is on medical leave. He's one of the gentler members, both in and out of his use of me. That, and the fact he usually spends our time together covering my skin in whatever new paint idea he has.

     "Puppet?" He calls, making my eyes snap open. "Are you sleeping?"

     "No, just resting my eyes, Ori."

     He hums in disapproval, getting upset with the lack of my attention on him. I swear this whole murder band is attention-starved. "Don't do that."

     I don't, instead, I let my eyes trail down to my stomach, taking in Sasori's newest artwork. I'm not quite sure what it is that he's painted today. It kind of looks like a raccoon made out of sand. "Ori?" Another hum is my answer, the murderer too busy adding in his details to pay me much mind. "What are you painting on me?"

     "The one-tailed beast." Well, that's not a raccoon, though I did get the sand part right.

     My eyes trail after Sasori's hands, watching the way they dip and flow over me as he paints. Once he's done, I'm left to continue lying in the grass as he cleans up his supplies.

     Ori doesn't like being cooped up inside, which usually leaves us in the stretched-out field surrounding the hideout or next to the lake a couple of yards away. He insists being outside helps the paint dry better, but I think that's just an excuse.

     When my current companion comes back, he slides himself back between my legs, hands on my knees to press them against his sides. "I'm bored, be of use." He orders, head tilting to scan over his work again.

     "How would you like me to do that?" I ask, squeezing his sides with my legs. Another hum, this one long and drawn out as Sasori's eyes dance over me. Hands slide down my legs, clinging to my thighs before pushing them wider. "Ori?" I call, trying to shift his hand off of the open bite mark gifted to me by Nagato earlier today.

     "Be quiet, we wouldn't want someone finding our headquarters because you can't keep your mouth shut," he says, the slightest bit of teasing laced into his words. This is another reason I think Sasori likes to spend time with me outside. I think the thrill of possibly being caught in the act by an enemy ninja excites him.

     He shifts around, body lying on top of me and arms scooping my knees from underneath. "You've had an eventful day," Ori mutters, his lips brushing against my thighs, purposely kissing every bite and bruise left behind by Pain.

     "I guess you could say that," I whisper, hands snaking down to grab ahold of him. Sasori tips his head, letting my fingers come into contact with his hair. It's ironic, that the puppet master enjoying being puppeteered while between my legs.

     His kisses trail up me, the final one being pressed to my pussy before his tongue replaces it. It swirls around, skirting across my clit before sliding down to tongue fuck me. "Ori," I whine, bucking my hips upward.

     I don't get a verbal response, but Sasori does tighten his grasp on my legs. He keeps himself busy, skipping between fucking me with his tongue and licking at my clit. Strings of whimpers and whines pull out from me because of this.

     "You are taking forever," he groans, head raising to look at me. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

     "I am, I swear," I murmur between huffs of air.

     "Doesn't seem like it," Ori says, sitting back up.

     "Hey!" I whine, gripping his shirt and trying to pull him back down.

     He clicks his tongue in disapproval, hand shooting up to clench my wrists. "Stop doing that. Don't let my kindness make you forget you're an object for my use. My little puppet." The words make me squirm, my teased orgasm very evident to being left unfinished.

     Sosari's free hand dips under me, flipping me over. I land on my knees, my ass prepped up as the top half of myself is pressed against the soft grass. He shifts my hands behind my back, crossing them before the familiar warmth of his chakra threads wraps around my wrists, keeping them in place. "How pretty," he mutters, hands falling to my hips.

     They only stay there for a second before they're pulled away. Clothes shift behind me before my skirt is flipped up. The first approving hum of the day falls from Sasori, a hand wrapping around my bound wrists as he enjoys the view. I'm tugged backward, his dick quickly slipping into me as I'm manhandled.

     "Ori," I whine, squirming around under him.

     "Puppet," he sighs, hand holding on to my wrists tighter as his other one settles on my hip. Sasori sets a slow pace, thrusting into me at a steady pace as I'm held still. Kisses are pressed along my spine, paired with murmured praises.

     A grunt falls from Ori, his thrusts suddenly stopping. "Damn it, Puppet," he hisses, pulling himself out of me. The hand on my hips falls away again, soon falling to jack Sasori to his finish, evident from the sloppy sounds that were previously being made by my pussy. “Puppet,” he hisses again, the back of my thighs being coated with his semen.

The field is left silent, Sasori leaning against me as he tries to calm his breath. His hands wander across me, clinging to any skin can get in contact with.

“I’ve made a mess of you,” he mutters, his head finally lifting. “I’m sorry,” the apology is followed by the sounds of his chakra strings snapping, letting my hands lose once again.

“It’s fine, Ori,” I coo, shifting my joints around. They ache and creak as they’re shifted around.

Another line of kisses is pressed against my back as his hands work on tugging my skirt down and pulling the shirt he discarded forever ago back on. “Get yourself cleaned up,” he orders, a kiss pressed into my neck and a soft hip tap to encourage me to my feet. “Then I’ll repaint you, puppet.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, shakily climbing to my feet. Today is going to be a very long day it seems.

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[whatsthethinking]

Alignment: part four

Lo'ak x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

➴ Summary: Eywa finally hears Lo’ak’s pleas for her to bring his brother back but instead of a brother, Lo’ak receives howling winds with lashing rain and a warrior… who eats people?

➴ Warning:  brief mention of character description  e.g. height, age and features but it doesn’t impact the story, I will be bringing up height again I think but it’s not an important plot point

➴ Word count: 5.7k

➴ Note: Hiii, sorry this has taken so long to come out. I had been writing and rewriting this for I don’t know how long alongside work, moving house and being ill. Sorry for the wait. I’m not too sure if I even like this but this is the longest I’ve written so far.

This is how I imagine Ao’nung to look >>> I love it

I mentioned in the previous part that Lo’ak commented that y/n is taller up close. I imagine Lo’ak being about 8’2 and y/n being 8’5 (I made heights for everyone, minus the adults).

I got a message about how I personally imagine y/n, I didn’t start writing this with a final look for her in mind, so I created a pinterest to get ideas >>> if you wanna take a look

Feel free to comment or message me if you have any suggestions.

[three] [five]

Eight days. It has been eight days since y/n landed on Awa’atlu. Eight days with no updates from her father. She had been watching the skies for anything but just like the rest of Awa’atlu, the sky was calm. But to y/n it was unsettling.

She was becoming restless with the routine she had slipped into. Wake up, eat breakfast with Lo’ak, worry about her people, avoid Ronal and mend the breastplate. The latter seems to be the hardest because the Metkayina doesn’t have access to the same materials as those on the island. In all honesty, y/n did not need a saddle to return to her home, it was mainly for comfort. But when she thought of leaving, the burn in her chest told her to stay.

She had been thinking nonstop about what could’ve happened or what could be happening. Had her father found the two avatars and dealt with them? Had there been more casualties? If something extreme had happened, surely someone would fly out to find her? It wouldn’t be hard to track her down, considering Rìkxi had taken it upon himself to claim a corner of the island as his own. 

“Let’s do something today,” y/n suggested as Lo’ak walked into her marui with a bowl of fruit in his arms.

Lo’ak paused, sitting down, crossing his legs and putting the bowl next to him.

“Are you asking me on a date?” He smirked

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? Am I not your type?”

“I hate to say it, but you’re not. You’re a bit too young and you’re not tall enough.”

“My poor heart,” Lo’ak said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “I thought we had something special.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at his antics while she sat down opposite him, taking a large melon out of the basket and began cutting it into chunks.

“What should we do?” he chuckled, his hand waving over the basket before picking up a Yovo.

“What do you usually do?” Y/n questioned.

“Hmm well, I was thinking about going for a swim. You can come with. Do you know how?”

“I swim,” y/n replied.

“But are you any good?”

“I won’t drown.”

“Good enough for me,” Lo’ak took a bite of the Yovo fruit and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well, I’m sure Kiri will swim with us. I can see if Ao’nung and Rotxo would be interested. Tsireya, maybe not, she has plans with some of her… Friends.”

“Friends?” Y/n picked up on how Lo’ak said the word with such disdain. “You don’t like these friends?”

“For the most part, they’re okay but there is one. His name’s K’aung, and he fishes with Ao’nung sometimes. He’s the worst. He used to bully Kiri a lot and now he follows Tsireya around, you’d think she has a second shadow. And I’m sure he watches my every move.”

“Maybe he’s in love with you? You and Tsireya aren’t together, he may think he has a chance.”

Lo’ak’s face screwed up in absolute disgust at the idea.

“How could you say something so disgusting? He makes me feel ill.”

Just as Lo’ak planned during breakfast, the pair went swimming with Kiri, Ao’nung and Rotxo at midday. Kiri informed the group that Tuk wouldn't be joining them. They ran into Tsireya on their way to the ilu but as predicted, she was standing with other Metkayina teens, one boy staring Lo’ak down, y/n doing the same to him.

The ride away from the village went somewhat well. Ao’nung had been taking subtle jabs at y/n which did not go unnoticed by the girl, which led to her riding with him instead of Lo’ak which was the original plan.

“Y/n. Do you know how to swim?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

That seemed to be enough for Ao’nung because, in a split second, he spun around and pushed y/n off of his ilu with a smug smile on his face, which didn’t last long as y/n hand grabbed his bicep, dragging him down with her.

As the two resurfaced, y/n hit Ao’nung’s forehead muttering ‘skxawng’ under her breath before swimming to the closest rock formation with Lo’ak, Kiri and Rotxo following close behind her. Ao’nung rolled his eyes before joining the others. The group settled on the rock in a circle, y/n sat between Rotxo and Lo’ak, opposite Ao’nung.

“So, y/n, tell us about yourself. You have four fingers like these two.” Rotxo motioned to the Sully siblings, “Are your parents or were your parents, sky people too?”

“Sky people? No, a lot of my people have four fingers.”

“How?” Kiri questioned, eyes full of wonder.

“I’m not sure. My grandmother told me that this trait started to appear when she was a child, some think it was before that.” Y/n looked down at her hands and shrugged, “some think it is a punishment from Eywa, while some think it's a gift.”

“What do you think?” Lo’ak questioned, his voice sounding tense

“I haven't really thought about it, my uncle and younger brother are the same so it’s what I am used to.”

“Do you know why?” Ao’nung questioned, seemingly interested in the topic.

“Apparently, Sky people came to our shores in need of help. The old Olo'eyktans allowed them to stay on the smaller islands, in agreement that they wouldn’t interfere with the clans and in return, they were given food supplies and different resources to survive. But then, they started sneaking onto the large islands and into villages, stealing from us. When they were given a warning, they went against it and started using violence. It led to great battles, many islands were scorched, and the Olo'eyktans vowed there would be no survivors. But, there were sky people who didn’t participate in the battles. They lived amongst my people, helping build huts and weapons until they died. Their bodies burned and their ashes were buried beneath the spirit tree. A generation later, children were being born with four fingers and four toes.”

The group around y/n sat in silence taking in what they had heard. Out of all of them, Kiri seemed to be the most invested in the story. The idea of sky people existing on Pandora before her parents was fascinating.

“And… And do you believe that?” Kiri questioned in disbelief and amazement. 

“I’m sure there's some truth to it,” y/n started looking at the group around her, shrugging. “You never know.”

There was a moment of silence before Ao’nung cleared his throat, his eyes shifting between y/n and Lo’ak.

“You two seem close, even though you’ve only known each other for what? A week? You eat together every morning, Lo’ak comes back with nothing but good things to say. Are you two,” he waved his hands between the two in front of him “a couple?” His tone was accusatory.

“It’s not hard to make friends, you know. You should try it.” Lo’ak shot back rolling his eyes, “and y/n isn’t my type. A bit too tall and a bit old for me.”

Y/n nudged Lo’ak slightly, smiling at the memory of the conversation they had that morning.

“How old are you?” Rotxo questioned innocently.

“Eighteen.”

“Perfect for you, Ao’nung.”

“Shut it.” Ao’nung snapped back, a grimace on his face.

“You don’t have a chance bro,” Lo’ak added

“I said, shut up.”

Kiri rolled her eyes at the boys’ antics while offering y/n a smile which was returned.

The group finally settled down on the rocks, some lying down enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, until Lo’ak scrambled to his feet, hitting Kiri in the process.

“Hey! Watch it!” She screamed, swatting a hand at him but Lo’ak took no notice of it as he walked to the edge of the rock before diving over the edge. Y/n sat up as soon as the boy disappeared from her sight. No one seemed to be concerned. She walked to the edge of the rocks and looking down, she saw Lo’ak frantically moving his hands while perched on the edge of a tulkun fin. A tulkun, the only tulkun, she was familiar with. 

Payakan. 

Payakan’s large eye looked away from Lo’ak and up at y/n, making a sound that sounded similar to a greeting. 

“You know each other?”

“Kind of. Payakan spent a lot of time on our shores but then he just left. Nice to see he’s being taken care of over here.”

Y/n eased herself into the water, swimming over to the tulkun and pulled herself up to sit next to Lo’ak.

“The last time I heard anything about him, my brother was telling me that sky people were hunting him.”

At this omission, Payakan dropped his fin slightly, causing y/n and Lo’ak to be dunked into the water briefly.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Y/n coughed, “but that’s what I heard.”

Payakan made a clicking noise and looked away.

“You know about that?” Lo’ak questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Of course, a watcher from my village relaid the information and my brother told me.”

“A watcher? What do they do?”

“Watch? It’s in the name. They survey the skies, above the clouds and report back what they see.”

“What more did they say? What more do you know?”

Y/n paused to think, what more did she know? Her mind darted back to her dream behind the waterfall. It had been a recurring dream, but the ending was still the same.

“Nothing really. A huge fire. Some things washed up on our shores.”

“Right.” Lo’ak nodded. He didn’t look like he was convinced by y/n’s answer but accepted it anyway. He then turned back to Payakan, moving his hands before pointing at y/n.

“What are you saying?”

“Asking if he saw you did anything embarrassing as a child that I could use against you sometime.”

“Oh stop it.” Y/n laughed, putting her hand on the back of Lo’ak’s head, the action making the younger boy freeze at the familiar gesture

“Can I ask you something?” He questioned suddenly, his eyes almost pleading. The older girl nodded, giving him her full attention. This is something he had been curious about, he had heard the other villagers talk about it, trying to come up with their own conclusions. “What made you come here? I know there was a storm and everything but was coming here planned?”

“No,” the older girl responded without any hesitation, “I can’t say being a guest on these islands was a part of my plan.”

“So, why did you leave your people?”

“My father ordered it. I wasn't going to say no, it is my duty I guess.”

“Your father is Olo’eyktan? My dad was… Once. He gave that up to move here. Sometimes I wish he didn’t. I wish we didn’t leave the forest.” Lo’ak’s ears drooped at the thought of his home, his grandmother, his friends… Spider. Payakan made a noise that caused Lo’ak to perk up slightly, “but of course, coming here has been great. I just miss home.”

“You know you can always go back,” y/n started, “you don’t have to be here for the rest of your life.”

Lo’ak paused at her words, he had thought this too. He could not see himself staying in the village forever, he is a forest Na’vi after all, but he had begun to build a life here, the whole family has. He couldn’t leave. His family was here, his whole family. Sully’s stick together and no one can be left behind.

“Wait, we’re off topic. Why did your father order you to leave your people?”

“I was sent to look for someone. Well, two someone’s actually. They had been under close watch for two years, my father instructed that no one was to interact with them, without his permission and with good reason. Before I came, they managed to escape, people were hurt. From what I gathered from my dad. They’re dangerous. They do not have good intentions. So they’re to be found and brought back and then maybe they can be dealt with like how my father intended without the input of others trying to ‘keep the peace’.”

No, it can’t be. Lo’ak face filled with panic and his breath hitched.

“Do you… Do you know their names?” he questioned, hands curling into fists in his lap

Miles Quaritch. Lyle Wainfleet.

“I can’t say I remember.” She lied looking past Lo’ak, hoping he did not detect any hesitation, “Payakan, my old friend. If it’s not too much to ask, will you be able to pass a message on to my brother that I’m okay?” She asked with a smile, Lo’ak’s eyes on her.

“Your brother?”

“He has a specific spot, his thinking rock, Payakan knows it. He’ll pass on the message to my parents.”

The tulkun made a noise of agreement, before slowly lowering his fin, easing the Na’vi into the water before bidding the two goodbyes and swimming off.

“Why did he listen to you? He’s my spirit brother.”

“I’ve known him longer.”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes and splashed water in the older girl's direction.

Tuk skipped through the forest ahead of her parents, her fingers brushing against loose vines hanging beside her. Today, she was going to tend to the ikran while Lo’ak and Kiri were away. This is something she enjoyed, the forest here wasn’t the same, it wasn’t as dense or filled with the same creatures but it was pretty, it reminded her of home. 

Tuk’s skip turned into a jog as the greenery became more sparse and more light flooded in. 

“Tuk. Slow down please.” Her mother called 

“Yes, mum!” She replied, with no change in pace.

As she broke through the remaining trees, a grin appeared on her face at the familiar sight of her family’s ikran. The biggest reason why she enjoyed looking after them was that she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to have one of her own, so looking after them was the closest she could get.

Hearing her parents appear behind her, she started to move forward, greeting all the ikran individually as she made a beeline to the back of the nesting area the ikran’s made for themselves, looking for the ikran without a rider. Getting closer, she noticed the nest was empty.

Tuk spun around, looking at all the ikran, thinking she overlooked her favourite. But she could never. So she counted again and again.

One. Two. Three. Four… Where’s five?

In a panic, she ran forward, running into her father who was tending to Bob.

“He’s gone!” She shrieked, grabbing her father’s hand, “Seze’s gone!”

Jake looked down at his youngest daughter in confusion, gone? What does she mean by ‘gone’? The ikran hasn’t ‘gone’ anywhere in two years without a lot of bribing. Jake looked past all the ikran to see that Seze was in fact ‘gone’. The urgency in Tuk’s voice caught Neytiri’s attention. She passed her mate and daughter to go to Seze's nest, bending down and placing her hand on it. Maybe there will be some heat that’ll indicate how long he had been gone. With some relief, there was. It was still quite warm which told her they had just missed the creature’s take-off.

Just as she stood up, ready to join her family and calm her daughter, a rumble resonated through the air. It was a similar sound the whole village had heard over a week ago, Tuk was the first to run towards the sound, shaking out of fathers grasp. Without hesitation, he chased after her. Neytiri looked over the other ikran one last time before following.

Making it to the beach, the family was met with a sight they could never imagine. Seze, Neteyam’s lonely ikran, named after Neytiri’s companion who she lost in the war with the sky people, face to face with Rìkxi. Barely any space between them. The latter watched the ikran with fury in its eyes. Seze did not look nervous in the slightest, seeming to be standing his ground against the beast that was more than double his size and much, much stronger than him.

Rìkxi made a sound that sounded like he was taking a massive inhale of breath, his head lifting slightly. His mouth began to open, a rumble omitting from his chest.

“Enough!” A strong, unwavering voice echoed through the gathering crowd

In a flash, the Ash Na’vi their son had become fast friends with, stood between the two creatures confidently, holding her hand up to Rìkxi’s face. Rìkxi gave what seemed to be a final look at the ikran before obeying his rider’s silent command.

Y/n stood between her faithful companion and the unknown ikran, hands raised to show that there was no threat. The last thing she wanted was for Rìkxi to eat the poor creature. Rìkxi looked at the scene in front of him before lowering his head and shuffling back slightly. The ikran behind her nudged its head forward, knocking y/n’s back. The girl turned around to face the ikran, looking curiously as it nudged her again.

Not sure what to do, she looked off to the side where Lo’ak and Kiri had joined the group but kept a distance due to Rìkxi’s presence. Seeing that she wasn’t going to get any assistance, she tried shooing the creature away calmly but it didn’t budge. She looked at Rìkxi over her shoulder and jerked her head slightly up, telling him to return to his part of the island. With a huff, the large beast flapped his wings once, shooting off into the air, unsettling all the sand around them causing those closest to cover their eyes while y/n knew that this action was deliberate.

As Rìkxi left, an older Omatikaya man came forward, his hand holding a smaller child on his left and a woman on his right. Lo’ak and Kiri catching up behind them. The woman touched the ikran’s head, pulling its attention away from y/n, which the girl was very grateful for because was starting to feel uneasy.

The woman stroked the creature's face, before shooing it away. It made a small sound before taking off into the air. Neytiri turned, looking the girl up and down, her yellow eyes studying the girl before her for any signs of danger that could injure her family in any way. Lo’ak stood next to y/n, a smile on his face trying to ease any tension that he sensed.

“Y/n, this is my mother Neytiri and my father Jake Sully. Mum, Dad, this is my new best friend y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Lo’ak speaks very highly of you.” Neytiri greeted the girl after a moment's pause.

Lo’ak face seemed to flush a deep blue as his father nodded, also greeting the girl.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet the girl that has been keeping my son out of trouble.” Jake joked, raising an eyebrow at his son, asking him a silent question. Lo’ak’s head shook frantically from side to side. 

Y/n ignored the silent exchange and greeted both parents. Tuk looked up at the girl curiously before introducing herself.

“Hello! I’m Tuk! Your hair is really pretty.”

“It is lovely to meet you Tuk and yours is too!” Y/n smiled motioning to the white beads at the end of the young girl’s shoulder-length hair.

Looking over the youngest Sully’s head, y/n spotted Ronal in the distance. The Tsahik had spotted her and was making her way over, like a predator stalking her prey. Y/n flicked her wrist, her fingers brushing Lo’ak’s arm, the boy looked at her in confusion before following her line of sight.

“I should go and check on Rìkxi, make sure he hasn’t threatened anyone else.” She joked, itching to break away from the family as Ronal got closer.

“Right, yes. We don’t want that.” Lo’ak added stiffly. 

The girl rolled her eyes, bidding farewell to the family as she walked off hastily towards where Rìkxi should’ve hopefully settled. Just as she disappeared from everyone’s sight, Ronal joined the family, a hand on her hip.

“She’s fast.” The Tsahik commented, “Lo’ak, I will be eating breakfast with her tomorrow morning.”

Before Lo’ak could think of a reply, she walked off to join her mate, Tsireya and their youngest daughter.

The Sully’s made their way back to the marui in mostly silence. 

Jake and Neytiri walked in silence and they thought about what they had just witnessed. An ikran greeting another Na’vi it was not familiar with, willingly and refusing to leave?

The sight of the Ash Na’vi girl had taken Neytiri by surprise, there was an air of familiarity about her. Maybe it was the way that she walked, the way she spoke? She wasn’t sure, she couldn’t place it but whatever it was caused her heart to burn with longing. The girl reminded her of someone that was lost.

Jake had seen it almost immediately. Lo’ak had formed a close connection with the older girl, even if he hadn’t noticed it himself, Lo’ak looks up to her. Trusted her. There had been something missing in Lo’ak for a long time and y/n had come along and given him what he needed. Guidance, a support system. Seeing his son in this light had taken a weight off of his shoulders but then that brought on a new thought. Y/n wasn't going to stay here forever and what would that mean for Lo’ak?

Lo’ak head rushed with multiple thoughts at once, y/n’s brief explanation while with Payakan, although he knew that she was withholding some truth from him, he couldn’t find it within himself to feel suspicious of her. And also Neteyam’s ikran. Seze had kept to himself for two years, clearly mourning the loss of his rider but today showed something different. Was this linked to what Neteyam’s spirit meant? 

Kiri on the other hand was silent because she was trying to figure this out, she felt as though Eywa was whispering in her ear. She has a feeling that y/n will be important to the family, it can’t just be a coincidence that y/n appeared on Awa’atlu just days after Lo’ak’s experience at the Spirit Tree and them suddenly becoming the best of friends, the pair also sharing similar physical attributes. Four fingers, four toes and although it is not as noticeable, Kiri could see the faint hairs on the older girl's brow bone. It seemed that y/n had stepped in to be an older sister to Lo’ak, taking him under her wing. 

Tuk was the only member of the Sully family who was actively talking, some of the members chiming in every once in a while to let her know she was listening. She could sense that everyone was deep in thought but she was just glad that Seze was safe and that she met Lo’ak new friend. 

Overall, the whole family had taken notice of Lo’ak’s attitude change. In the week of knowing y/n, parts of his carefree personality had begun to shine through again and it was refreshing to see.

Kiri stopped in her tracks, clearing her throat to get her family’s attention.

"I just remembered I have to do something, I'll be back soon." 

Before anyone could respond, Kiri turned and started to walk in the direction they just came from, as soon as she got to the beach, her walk turned into a jog and that jog into a run.

On her walk over to Rìkxi, y/n was deep in thought. Jake Sully. The man Quaritch had asked … demanded … her father to help him capture so that he could “answer for his crimes.” y/n felt so stupid, why didn’t she put it together sooner “he is hiding amongst the reef people''. Lo'ak had mentioned briefly that his dad was from the stars. Maybe she did know that Jake Sully was here but was choosing to ignore it since she hadn't seen the man in person until today. Out of sight, out of mind maybe?

Suddenly, a shooting pain hit y/n in her chest which caused her to stagger back, almost losing her balance. She quickly composed herself, trying to ignore it so that she could continue her journey but with every step, it became harder to ignore.

Y/n quickened her pace, hoping to reach her destination soon but that plan was thrown to the back of her mind as she stopped abruptly, now feeling lightheaded. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, clutching her chest while taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes slightly, she could see a few stray villagers staring at her as they passed, keeping a distance but she didn’t expect anyone to help. 

The pain was getting more intense, her vision blurring and the sound of her heart pulsating in her ears. She tried walking again but she could tell that she was staggering off to the side. Taking another deep breath, took a deep breath and clenched her jaw and began walking again. After a few more steps, her knees buckled, bringing her down into a squat, her chin tucked to her chest as tears began welling in her eyes. The burning was now unbearable. She felt like she was choking, drowning almost. She was struggling to breathe, it was like her lungs weren’t working. Every breath she tried to take was painful. 

She wheezed, rocking forward, her knees hitting the warm sand, the hand not holding her chest reaching out so she didn't faceplant. It was too much. She couldn’t even think. Y/n eyes screwed shut again, her mouth opening to scream for help but no sound other than a whimper came out. Her fingers and toes started to feel cold.

The villagers around her decided to take full notice of the scene before them, but they hesitated with the idea of helping the foreign girl. At the same moment, Kiri came speeding into view. Her eyes widened at the sight of her new friend on the floor and worried villagers gathering, not sure how to react.

“Y/n!” Kiri dashed forward, skidding to a stop next to her friend, “What’s wrong?! What happened?!”

Y/n tried to reply to Kirk’s frantic questions but all she could do was shake her head, she couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could barely hear the girl beside her.Her head was pounding. She was seeing flashes of the ocean being lit up by the bioluminescent plants, beside her, an Omatikaya Na'vi breaking the surface of the water with a grin on his face. Lo'ak? No, not Lo'ak. What the hell is happening?

Kiri looked around at the spectators, feeling annoyed that not one of them stepped forward to help her friend. Giving them the fiercest glare she could muster, Kiri tried getting down to y/n’s height, and lowering herself so that she could see her face. Kiri took note of the hand painfully gripping her chest. Had she been in pain all day and no one noticed?

“Clear the way!” Ronal’s voice boomed as she and Tonowari marched toward the small group.

Kiri scrambled out of the way as Ronal dropped down beside her, pulling y/n’s hand away from her chest.

“Get her up, I will treat her.”

Tonowari nodded at his mate, scooping y/n into his arms, the girl in question trying to resist but ultimately giving up once pain shot from her chest down to her feet. Kiri followed trying to speak to the now quiet girl. Tonowari apologised with almost every step he took and Ronal ahead, trying to conclude how she was going to ease this pain. Y/n head slightly rolled to the side as she looked out to the ocean, Kiri noticing her eyes focusing in the direction of the Cove of the Ancestors. 

As the sun was beginning to set, an avatar hopped across the beanstalk, hoping to make it to the other side without falling to his death. The sights of Pandora were absolutely breathtaking, he was used to seeing them but now, in his new body, everything seemed more amazing. The sights, the sounds, the smells. All the spectacular.

“Kid, you need to come back, you’ll miss dinner.” The earpiece crackled

The avatar rolled his eyes, looking around him, placing his finger on the microphone around his throat.

“Yes Dad, on my way.” He replied in a mocking tone, “I’ll be like 10 minutes, tops.”

“You better, or I’ll have to send someone out for you. Again.”

The avatar continued on his jog before he started to scale the many intertwined vines. This would be so much easier with an ikran, he thought but it was still early days. Reaching the top, he leaped across more branches before running through the camp, doing his best to weave between the different humans and Na’vi moving around.

“Seriously again? Watch it!”

“Sorry, Vic!” He called back, almost running into someone else.

The avatar swung the door open to the laboratory and ducked his head to get through the door, and skidded to a stop.

“Right on time.” Norm stated, looking up from his desk at the young avatar, “Go unlink, I’ll plate you some food.”

The boy walked into an empty room and lay down on a large cot. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Norm’s avatar ‘asleep’, hooked up to a machine to keep it hydrated and nourished. The boy shuffled his body, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

The lid of the link unit opened slowly, the young boy sat up and swung his legs over the edge, stretching his arms.

“Victoria said you ran into her… Again. It’s starting to seem like it’s on purpose.” An older man spoke, eyes not looking away from the screen in front of him.

“It’s not, I swear. I’m having trouble stopping and she always seemed to be there.”

“You need to be more careful Spider. I know you're learning but you need to be mindful about those around you.”

“I know Max, I know. I’ll do better next time, I promise.” Spider replied somewhat sincerely. He was trying to be careful but he also did run into Victoria on purpose.

Max nodded looking back at the screen to check if there were any outliers on Spider’s readings. Seeing that everything was normal enough, he ushered the boy off of the link bed and into the communal eating area where a few of the humans were sitting around talking. The boy spotted Norm at the far end, speaking to another scientist.

Sitting down next to him, he began to eat silently, running through the forest all day has built a big appetite that he still wasn’t used to.

“So, how was it today?” Norm questioned as the other scientist left the table.

“Amazing!” Spider swallowed quickly, turning to face the older man, “I managed to run without smashing my face into the floor.”

“Good. That’s good. You’re getting better. But it’s still early days, don’t push yourself.” 

“I know, I know. I’m being as careful as possible.”

“So, when are you gonna tell Kiri and Lo’ak about your avatar?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t found the right time.”

“You spoke with Kiri yesterday, right? Why didn’t you tell her then?” Norm questioned, raising the fork to his mouth.

“It didn’t feel right,” Spider shrugged, “she was talking about a new friend Lo’ak had made, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Lo’ak made a friend? Good for him, he had been quite down when I last spoke to Jake.” Max added as he sat down in front of Norm, “Jake had been really worried for him, breaking up with Tsireya hit him hard.”

Spider’s head dropped, he didn’t know that Lo’ak wasn’t dating the Metkayina girl anymore. If he was being honest, he didn’t have any idea about how Lo’ak had been doing for about eight months now. The pair hadn’t spoken to one another and Kiri didn’t purposely bring him up in conversation. It made Spider feel guilty, he could tell there was a strain on their relationship but he was too afraid to face it, he was too guilty. Even speaking to Kiri hurt him, he couldn’t even bring himself to speak to Jake, for fear that he would spill his guts out to the man and the consequences.

It was killing him. He wouldn’t dare tell Norm or Max, they would tell the Sully’s in an instant and he is sure that Neytiri would have his head. Not that Spider could blame her. He wasn’t thinking about the consequences at the time but as the days passed on the island, the guilt was eating him alive and the fear was keeping him silent.

“What do you think, Spider?” Norm questioned, nudging the boy out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“I said, we should try and arrange for you to visit Awa’atlu. You haven’t seen them in person in ages and it’ll be better this time because you have an avatar.” Max explained, a gentle smile resting on his lips, “and honestly, I could use the quiet.” He joked

Spider forced out a chuckle, shovelling a forkful of food into his mouth, running through all the possible outcomes that could happen, being face-to-face with the family he betrayed.

As the sun set and eclipse made itself known, a small group of Txampaysye swam passed through the Cove of the Ancestors and along the base of The Spirit Tree. One broke away from its group and glided off to the left, joining a shimming group of Atokirina’ that was floating peacefully above a glowing mass amongst the swaying plants on the seafloor. 

Slowly, the plants separated, allowing the Txampaysye to lower itself down, resting itself across the widest part of the unknown figure. A moment later, air bubbles began to float upwards. The Atokirina’ floated down and landed on a small part of the figure, and as soon as it did that, the unknown shape flinched before curling into a ball. Slowly, the plants on the seafloor made their way back to each other, hiding the mass from any creature that may swim passed.

Txampaysye - gill mantle, serves as a biological diving suit, feeding oxygen to a bonded Na'vi through their kuru connection/tsaheylu.

Atokirina' - woodsprite, a seed of the Tree of Souls that lives on Pandora (I imagine the Spirit Tree has its own version).

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[hookedsworks]

HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 6: A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex

Word count: 1147

Masterpost

this is... completely unedited. If you see something LIKE A GENUINE TYPO, lmk. if you don't like it, don't read it. hit the back button.

listen...listen listen listen. I haven't read A/B/O since Supernatural was still a salvageable TV show. so. you're going to have to roll with my shaky ass recollection. That being said, if you promise you're going to be cool about it, continue on:

Alpha!II x Omega!III SLEEP TOKEN FANFICTION

CW/TW: almost dubcon, they're overwhelmed by heat/rut. little to no discussion. friends to very aggressive lovers. biting (literally, III takes a chunk out of II's neck and swallows it, so cannibalism adjacent maybe)

III had hidden himself away the second he had felt a heat coming on. It had been almost a month since he’d been able to get scent blockers, dampeners, anything. The pharmacies had been shut down. He was normally fine, but it appeared that nearly a lifetime of heat blockers had finally run out of his system and he was going to crash, hard. He was fine. He lived alone. No one was going to discover him while he made his nest and rode his heat out. He’d be just fine. 

II wasn’t having this. He hadn’t heard from III in two days, and that was completely unacceptable. Maybe it was his instincts driving him to pick the lock to get into III’s apartment, but he decided it was strictly because he cared about his dear friend. 

“III?” he called as he finished his little crime. The door came open, and he was smacked in the face by the most delicious scent he’d ever encountered. It was so unique. He could smell freshly baked cake, something like sun dried laundry and III’s apple scented shampoo. It was amazing. It knocked down a barrier in his head, it caused something to crumble. His eyes rolled back in his skull as the most intense feeling known to Alphas overcame him. He needed to bury his knot in that scent, and he needed to do it right now. It drew him further into III’s apartment. He ended up at a closed door. III’s bedroom, he thought he recalled. The lock stood no chance, he just ripped the doorknob out of the door. The scent slammed into him then, a whole wall of it. It was III. “Shit!” II swore at the same time III yelped. 

“Oh, hell, okay, it’s just you. Um. Leave,” III didn’t know how to react to II literally ripping his bedroom door knob out of the door. He was being surrounded by a new scent. It was invasive, a heady and cloying leather scent, flanked by baked bread and finishing in a black tea note. It sent a fresh wave of slick running down his legs. He was so embarrassed, but he found himself bending over. He fought, tried so hard, but everything in his mind sent him into a presentation posture. It was II. That smell. The way the air was vibrating with heat. No, rut. II had come over and he was in a rut. “You came over while you were in a rut? What the fuck were you thinking?” 

“I am not…I was not… I wasn’t in a rut. Please just. Shut up,” II accidentally shoved a whole heap of alpha authority into his tone, and III did exactly as he was told. III did NOT want to, but he was also now swamped by II’s scent. It won’t be bad. II is nice. He’s sweet. He is always good to me. He won’t hurt me. I can hurt him if he tries. His knot is probably so fat. It’d probably get stuck for like. An hour. It would feel so good. 

“Oh,” III breathed out as his thoughts descended into a heat soaked madness. “II,” he sighed II’s name then, hoping to entice him onto the bed. 

“I don’t… I do not want to hurt you. I don’t like hurting people,”

“I like hurting people,” III replied immediately. “Can I hurt you?” II’s eyes went so wide at that, III thought he brain was shutting down. 

“Y-you can hurt me. Use your teeth, III,” II got onto the bed then, almost robotically. He was only thinking of III’s teeth in his skin. He truly did not want to hurt III, but he was also going to tear III’s remaining clothes, just boxers, clean off. III had already soaked through them. That scent of his was now more strongly a sun dried laundry scent than anything else.  He wanted to bury his whole face in III’s scent gland. Not mark him, per se. But just. Inhale. III’s teeth were already snapping together as II forced III onto his back. “I need to look at you,” II breathed. “Are you…are we going to be okay?” they both knew that they would not escape without II knotting III at this point. 

“Y-yeah, just get your dick inside of me, oh my god, this fucking fever,” III ordered. II obeyed as quickly as he could. He got rid of his own clothes in seconds, and got his hands on III again, who was still on his back. III immediately wrapped his hips around II, getting his dick right against his gushing hole. III’s body literally sucked II’s dick right inside and II nearly yelped from the white hot pleasure enveloping him. III was absolutely burning up, lost in his heat. II realized then that he wasn’t going to last super long. He could probably get only several good minutes in, to help sate III. III reared up as II slammed back inside of him. Things were moving way faster than II was used to, but III was clearly enjoying himself. He was moaning and whining and nearly yelling as he fucked himself onto II’s dick. “You-you’re huge, holy shit,” III groaned into II’s ear before biting down hard on his neck. II immediately scented his own blood. III had broken the skin and now he was lapping at II’s blood like some sort of pathetic vampire. 

“Tastes like fresh baked bread, oh, ah,” III moaned as he continued slamming his hips into II’s. II felt sort of like a sex toy, not like a real alpha, as III did everything he wanted with II. II could feel his knot trying to rise, but he held it back. “No,” III gasped out. He was so desperate. He needed more, needed the stretch, needed to be plugged. III bit down again, on the other side of II’s neck, making II’s knot swell harder. “The pain is so sweet,” II moaned against III. III pushed harder, slamming down on II’s growing knot. The whole thing was shockingly violent, and II was getting off on it. His knot continued to grow, and III continued to bully it until it finally popped inside of III. III screamed while he tore into II’s neck, bringing a thin piece of skin back in his teeth. II came when he saw III’s bloodstained teeth. He saw stars then. III burst between them, painting their bellies with his own cum as he soaked II with slick. He finally felt full, feeling jets of cum painting his insides. II was locked in him then. III felt the sloshy, swollen feeling take over, and he pushed a little bit on his own belly, just to feel how much II had cum. II moaned then, and sniffed at III’s neck. III swallowed the flesh he’d torn from II.

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

“Get A Room!” 

Tags: Fluff but Suggestive | Brand New Relationship | Feeding each other food sensually (lol) | Major PDA | Kissing/Making out/Hickies | H*lding H*nds | Aged up 18+ |

WC: 1,600

They were in the Gryffindor common room. MC and Garreth’s faces were just inches apart as they gazed into each other's eyes, smiling like fools. 

They’d only been dating a week and everyone was already sick of them and their lovey-dovey displays of affection. 

They sat on the couch, MC’s legs in Garreth’s lap while he leaned down to her eye level. His arm was resting on the back of the couch while MC’s back rested on the arm rest, facing him. 

The side table next to them was littered with their favorite sweets ranging from all sorts of desserts and pastries. 

MC held a small plate in her hand with a slice of fudgy chocolate cake.

Garreth grabbed the fork from the table but she snatched it from him. 

"Oh, come on now..." he said playfully, trying to get his fork back from her. "Is that really necessary?"

She held the fork out of reach and pulled it away when he came close. 

“Want a bite?” She winked and Garreth stopped fighting for the utensil. 

“Are you going to feed it to me?” He asked watching her bring the fork filled with crumbly cake to his face. 

“I sure am. Open up.”

Garreth slowly opened his mouth, keeping eye contact with her. She fed the cake into his waiting mouth and watched as his lips wrapped around the fork. 

Pulling away slowly, she focused on his chewing.

“Mmh... You little tease…” Garreth smiled down at her after swallowing the bite. He successfully snatched the fork back seeming more playful than ever.

She giggled, tossing her head back and breaking eye contact for the first time in minutes. 

“Let me see those beautiful eyes again,” Garreth tilted her chin to face him. “I could get lost in them for hours…” And he did, many many times the last week they’d become official. 

She was still laughing as he gave her a heated look. A permanent smile was etched into the redhead's features. “A bit of payback,” He dipped his fork into the cake and came away with a bite-sized piece. 

She watched his eyes glint playfully as the cake grew near.

“Open,” He whispers, using his free hand to hold her face. His thumb ran over the seam of her lips and pulled until her mouth dropped open. 

She took the bite of food and pressed her lips down as he slowly pulled the fork out. “Mm…” She hummed as she chewed the piece. A blast of chocolate goodness flooded her mouth and she savored it.

Garreth smirked. “You got a little something…” He leaned in and his tongue struck out, licking a crumb off her bottom lip. She let out a small gasp at the sensation. Garreth wore a smug grin. “Got it.” 

She sighed and felt the telltale sign of a blush rush to her cheeks, again. Garreth handed her the fork as if to say ‘Your turn’. 

MC took the utinsil and got more cake to feed him. She cupped his face and brought the fork close. “Open for me,” She whispered. Garreth blushed harder and opened his mouth. She fed him the bite. His lips pulled the chocolate chunk from the fork. “Yummy?” She asked as he chewed, still keeping him locked in a staring contest. 

“Delicious.” He smirked. 

MC reached out and thumbed his bottom lip. “Let me clean you up,” She swiped fudgy frosting and brought her finger to her mouth, licking it and then sticking it unnecessarily. All the while, a playful smile tugged at her lips.  

Garreth was entranced by every move she made, watching her lick her finger like a hawk. 

She may have sucked on the finger far longer than what was necessary before pulling it out with a loud POP. 

Garreth let out a large sigh and adjusted in his pants. He swallowed thickly looking between her heated gaze and her lips.

“Thirsty?” Garreth asked in a low voice. 

“Parched,” MC emphasized the word.

Garreth grabbed the glass of butterbeer from the table and handed it to her. He helped her tip the cup up and watched her take a few big swigs. He was far too close, focusing on her neck as her throat bob with each sip. 

Someone walked by and scoffed at the couple. Garreth and MC both ignored them as they always did. Their own little world was unable to be shattered. 

Garreth took a sip of the cup when she was done and then sat it back on the table. 

“Your eyes are so pretty, like emeralds.” She told him, moving a piece of hair off his forehead as an excuse to touch him. “You are very cute.” 

“Don’t say that,” He leaned into her more. “I’ll never stop blushing at this rate.” Their voices were quiet enough just to be heard between them.

He finds himself trapped in her gaze, running his hands down her arm to take her hand in his. Their fingers lace together and brings her hand to his lips. He kisses each and every one of her knuckles. 

Her palm sides up his chest and moves to hold the back of his neck. “I can feel your heart racing.” She smiles, playing with the curly hair at the base of his neck. 

“Can we eat cake like this every day?” He laughed gleefully and MC joined. 

“Want another bite?” She holds up the fork.

“Hm… I want to taste something else.” He winks and pulls the plate and fork from her hands, setting them aside on the small table. 

He leans in, watching to see if she accepts. Their lips meet briefly and Garreth sucks in a breath. There's an inch between them, and he lingers. 

“...More?” She teases pulling him closer by the back of his head. 

“Yes,” He blurts out. 

Their lips press together again and he sighs blissfully.

MC’s hand grips his hair, forcing him closer. Their tongues lightly touch and Garreth lets out a quiet moan. 

“Get a room!” Someone yells at them. They, in fact, did not get a room. 

They kiss a moment longer, both melting into one another for good measure after the heckling. The chocolate cake’s flavor was still very prominent on his lips and she used her tongue to taste more.

She breaks the kiss and Garreth pouts at the loss. 

“You called me a tease earlier.” She traces his parted lips with her finger. 

"I like that you're a tease, I REALLY like it." He whispers softly. 

She smiled at him indicating that was the right answer. 

"But,” Garreth continued. “Maybe I will have to teach you a lesson if you keep this up..." 

Her brows rose feigning shock. “Oh? What kind of lesson?” 

Garreth smirked. “You’ll just have to see, hm?”

He pulled her face up and began trailing kisses along her jaw. He pushes her head to the side kindly and kisses a trail to her ear. 

MC’s breathing became shallow as she shivered. Every kiss, every touch, every lick,- oh gods, he was licking her,- made her whimper. 

“Ah…” She sighed. “You know all the right things to do to me.”

His teeth scraped over the skin adding yet another amazing sensation.

“Want me to stop? I can stop~” Garreth breathed against her ear. 

“Don’t you dare stop…” She held his head to her neck and added. “Now look who’s the tease.” 

His laugh against her skin was sinful. Chilled bumps rushed down her arms. 

Garreth found a nice spot on her neck and began to suck hard.

“OH! Oh, don’t make it too obvious this time.” She pleaded breathlessly. “I don’t want to get in trouble again.” 

He smiled against her skin and moved down to a more hideable spot, pulling her shirt until her shoulder was exposed. He latched on again, sucking hard, again and again, until a mark began to appear. 

“Are those two at it again!? Good grief…” A female voice threatened their moment. 

“Mm..” She whimpered as he sucked harder to make sure the mark was dark. 

His lips left her shoulder with an obscene suction noise. 

“Such a lovely sound when you whimper,” Garreth trailed his kisses back up to her neck. He licked a trail and then blew lightly over the wet spots making them cold and MC tremble. 

“Oh… Gods.” She breathed out slowly, trying to keep her cool. Yet, quiet moans flowed from her lips like a rushing river. She was getting further and further to the point of no return. "Stop doing that... You're making me lose control of myself…" She panted as he continued his assault on her neck. 

He does not stop kissing and licking more passionately, humming happily against her skin. 

“You're going to kill me,” MC moans as his hand discretely roams her torso. She focuses on every touch, every sound he makes. 

“I love making you 'suffer'." He answers, sucking harshly on a very visible spot as a tease. 

“You’re being so sadistic,” MC accuses sarcastically. 

Garreth chuckles as he kisses her collarbone. “You like the ‘pain’, right?” 

It was far from painful, bordering on orgasmic. 

“I want your kisses...” She requests before she actually gets off, untouched, in the middle of the common room from his lips on her neck. Maybe those other people were right, they should probably get a room. 

He eagerly fulfills her request. Pressing his mouth into hers in a heated kiss. Her arms go up around his neck. They’re practically lying down on the couch now. She bucks her hips up and feels just how affected all this has made him. 

His hand holds her hip down so she doesn’t grind against it just yet. He breaths rapidly, red waves falling into his face.

“Room of requirement?” His voice was laced with desperation.

“Yes. Right now.” 

"There they go again..." A boy in the common room rolls his eyes to his friend as the couple rush off, hand in hand. Their sweets utterly forgotten.

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[theladyofbloodshed]

Be Consumed By The Flame - Chapter 3

Thick wedges of sunlight seeped through the gaps in the busy buildings of Velaris as they returned to the city. It was cooler than the weather Nesta had enjoyed for the last two days. The skin beneath Nesta’s eyes was tinged pink and pulled tight from a morning spent in the Dawn Court followed by a day in the Summer Court. Lucien had taken her there after breakfast and they had enjoyed a day spent wading in the shallows of the ocean, feasting on sea food – which wasn’t as bad as she thought – and marvelling at Lucien catching fish with his bare hands to show off. He’d caught brightly coloured fish to show her, before letting them go again back into the waves. The waters of the Summer Court had been so crisp and clear that they were able to stand still in the shallows and fish could be seen darting near their legs in a colourful shoal.

While her own skin tingled from the kiss of the sun, Lucien’s had simply turned golden. Both of them had enjoyed strong alcohol that had been disguised with fruit juice on the beach until they had become giggly and flushed in the afternoon. They had lamented their miserable existences together, taking comfort in the fact their lives were equally abysmal. There was a sort of camaraderie in shared misery. At the first signs of sunset, Nesta conceded that she ought to return despite not really wanting to. She hadn’t missed Cassian. They rarely spent time alone anymore. Now she was shiny and healed, he did not need to ensure she didn’t fuck her way through Velaris. He could devote his time to his precious circle of friends.  

Holding onto Lucien for support, they wove through the gleaming streets of the city. Already, Nesta missed the constant roll of the ocean against the shore, the towering palm trees, and the dusting of sand on the streets. The return to Velaris brought with it a sense of dread that she knew should not accompany her arrival home.

‘Are you ready to do battle, my lady?’

Nesta couldn’t help but snort. Her mind was scrambled from a day in the sun along with lots of strong smelling alcohol. ‘You take on Azriel and Mor. I’ll handle the others.’

‘Even the baby?’

‘Isn’t it disturbing that Feyre is closer in age to her son than her ancient mate?’

‘Your mate is ancient.’

‘Everybody is. Surprised you haven’t turned to dust.’

Lucien made a scorned noise. ‘I will you have know, Nesta Archeron, that I am barely two centuries old.’

She swiped at his arm. ‘Practically a baby yourself despite the fact you groan when you have to stand up.’

‘That’s not old age,’ he said, grinning at her. ‘I’m just lazy.’

Nesta gave him another swat. ‘Stop making me smile. My face hurts.’

She pressed her cool hands against her glowing cheeks, trying to flatten the smile and stop the ache from the skin being pulled taut when it already felt like it was stretched too tightly over the bones.

‘What a positively wicked thing to say. It is my personal mission to make you snort with laughter each time I see you now.’

Elain did not realise how lucky she was to have a male who was so brilliant, so uplifting, waiting for her to notice him. Lucien had made her laugh often during their two days together. He was a silver-tongued prankster who waited until Nesta’s mouth was filled with liquid before he cracked a joke so that she’d spit it out down her lap. He had even made her suck in a breath at a comment so she’d began choking on a chunk of battered squid and Lucien had needed to slap her on the back amidst his laughter.

‘Halt!’

Lucien held up a hand and Nesta staggered into him. They stood before a glass window. It was the bakery that they had visited a few days earlier. It was readying itself to close for the night, but there were still a few items that would be thrown away lingering in the window.

‘No. I couldn’t eat another bite. All you’ve done today is feed me.’

Lucien paid her words no heed as he peered around the doorway into the shop. ‘My lovely friend here will have the carrot cake and if that’s a macaron, then she will have that too.’

‘I will not. I’m too full.’

‘Ignore her. She’s drunk. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.’

The bakery owner gave a laugh as she boxed up the items for Lucien.

‘I don’t want them.’

‘You will want them later. I know you already.’

When they arrived to the river estate, the conversation amongst the inner circle dried up. The weight of their gazes pressed upon Nesta. She could already see the disapproval seeping from Mor’s thin lips and Rhysand’s tense jaw.

Cassian’s eyes raked over her, assessing for injury, then he announced, ‘You are drunk.’

‘Well spotted,’ she snorted.

Beside her, Lucien pressed his lips together to keep from laughing – and she had to do the same. This shouldn’t have been a funny situation, so Nesta fought valiantly against the urge to burst into giggles once more. She could not look to Lucien. He would make her crack.

‘You know she’s not supposed to drink, Vanserra. What the fuck are you thinking?’

‘I explicitly told Cassian that I did not want Nesta to leave. Worse, you tricked Az into helping.’

The shadowsinger stood in the doorway with Elain peering over his arm to look at them with a pinched expression.

Lucien gave an uncaring shrug. ‘I hadn’t known Nesta was a prisoner who could not make decisions for herself.’

‘She’s not,’ Feyre said quickly.

‘Oh good, because you were not very happy when Tam wouldn’t let you leave the manor, so I’d hate for the same to be inflicted upon your elder sister. She’s already living in a house that she cannot escape from though, so I am a little uncertain on what constitutes a prisoner in the Night Court.’

‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’

If Rhysand did not have his son slumbering his arms, Nesta was sure that he would have stood after uttering those words. Nesta did not like his tone. He gave Lucien the same repulsed look that he had used on her the first time that they had met, condemning him to a life in Rhysand’s disapproval list.

‘Don’t speak to him like that,’ Nesta retorted.  ‘A high lord should have more neutrality when it comes to his court. You’re all ruled by your hearts. My apologies, emissary, for the lack of manners within this court. Feel free to return to the mortal lands.’

She gave Lucien a stern nod that tried to convey to him that she could manage this lot and he didn’t need to be in the firing line any longer. Lucien had never truly been trusted by them, so she could understand exactly why he would be leaving his post. After one day in the Dawn Court, even she might contemplate a life there.

Lucien departed without fanfare. He pressed the box of cake into her hand after giving her a soft smile.

Nesta could feel their judgements of her scraping at her skin. She was a bad person. She had hurt Cassian’s feelings. Lucien had hurt Feyre’s too so by default, it was Nesta’s fault. The arguments were building on their tongues, but before Nesta could be pelted by them, she turned on her heels. ‘Well, I have ten thousand stairs to climb. Farewell.’

***

Lucien was a fool whose tongue always landed him in trouble. This time, he dreaded that it had landed Nesta in trouble too. He could not help the remark about Tamlin from leaking out. Feyre was blind if she could not see the parallels to her own situation. He had known that Nesta had had her struggles with alcohol after the war, but it was not uncommon for others to numb pain that way. The inner circle never held events without alcohol also being a guest. He had known she was not supposed to have it. If that had been the case then they were insensitive to be drinking around her. But Nesta had not been a shaking, desperate wreck who had clawed at alcohol as a crutch while they languished on the beach. Lucien had been the one to suggest it. She’d sipped her drink slowly and decided that she had drank enough before she was too inebriated. Despite everything, Nesta was capable of making her own decisions too. The Night Court did not know what was best for her.

His knee bounced as he tried to read a report from his contact in the Summer Court. Lucien’s mind was unable to forget Nesta Archeron. He worried for her. It was different to the way that he had worried for her sister in Spring; Feyre was unable to follow simple instructions designed to keep her safe in a world of faeries. It was also not the same worry he had for Elain. Lucien had worried for her thin frame and hollow eyes. Now, she was whole again, but content to hide. The worry that he had for Nesta was because she would stand her ground and bleed to prove a point. The thought of her having to weather the Night Court’s scorn – or face Cassian in an argument – because nothing she could do was right, infuriated Lucien.

What could he do?

Even if he returned to Velaris now, she might have already been sequestered into the House of Wind, with no hope of reaching her to ensure that she was well unless he could brave a dizzying ten thousand stairs.

And after he handed in his notice? What then? He wouldn’t be able to see her again.  

He had made his peace with an unwanted mating bond. He would not burden Elain with his presence any longer. But maybe he needed to burden the Night Court with it to be a lifeline to Nesta.

‘Will you stop shaking your fucking leg?’ Jurian let out something like a snarl. ‘The whole table is wobbling.’

‘Sorry. I’m distracted.’

‘And drunk.’

‘I’ve sobered somewhat.’ Lucien scrubbed at his face, fingers snagging on the ribbon of scar tissue ruining his face. ‘I have a feeling I have made a monumental mistake.’

He shared details of the last two days with Jurian along with his worries that he might have put Nesta in an unfortunate position due to his attempts at lifting her mood. She had reminded him too much of his mother to leave her alone. In a strange sort of atonement for his life, Lucien had reasoned that because he could not help his mother, helping Nesta carried an equal weight. Although he hoped Cassian was not a male like Beron, Lucien had seen the general’s temper, had seen the way he spoke down to Nesta or preferred other people’s company to that of his mate. These small things might have been insignificant, but over time, they would erode her just as they had to his mother.

‘Bring her here if you’re so concerned.’

Lucien’s eyes canvassed the room, from the cracks in the off-white paint of the ceiling to the faded paper peeling from the wall. The chair that Jurian sat in creaked with every movement, the window frame was rotting, and one strong wind might blow the roof off. He could offer her nothing beyond basic safety.

‘She’s mated besides. I can’t steal her.’

‘Who says you’ll steal her? I’d be glad to leave the insufferable righteousness of the Night Court. I spent fifty years trapped with Rhysand, remember? I’ve seen his cock more than I’ve seen my own.’

Vassa, transformed for the evening, strode into the room. She took the seat beside Lucien on the couch then tucked her feet beneath her legs. ‘Whose cock are you discussing today?’

‘You make it sound like a regular thing,’ frowned Lucien.

‘It is for him,’ she replied, inclining her red head towards Jurian on the other side of the room.

He made a noise of protest. ‘No. I said Graysen engages with a pissing contest every time we meet. It wasn’t specifically about his cock.’

Ugh, Graysen. The male that Elain harboured feelings for. Lucien could not understand it. He was one of the dullest people he had the misfortunate in meeting. The male lacked ambition, expected everything to be passed to him by his father’s work, his voice was monotonous, and quite frankly he was rather plain on the eye. Still, that might have been better than a metal eye and a face full of scars on an exiled fae.

Despite the bickering that went on between his two friends that evening, Lucien’s mind was elsewhere. Beyond worrying for Nesta, he could not shake the thought of her cheerful laughter that had reminded him of sunlight. It was so glorious, so unexpected as she tossed her head back and squeezed her eyes shut. Nor could he let go of that wit that he struggled to keep pace with. They had volleyed words back and forth, the conversation more stimulating and engaging than any he had had for some time.

More than anything, Lucien looked forward to seeing Nesta again.

***

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

Cassian’s hand clamped around her wrist, pulling her to him in the darkened front garden.

‘It’s ten thousand steps. I’ll fly you up.’

Before Nesta could speak, he’d hauled her roughly against him then pushed off from the stone. Her breath caught in her throat as they flew upwards, the cold air whipping her cheeks, the altitude unbalancing her.

She was unsteady when he put her down on the roof, so Nesta staggered a step forwards, colliding with Cassian’s chest.

‘You see? You’re in no fit state to walk straight, let alone go upstairs.’

‘I am fine,’ she bit out.

Cassian followed her across the roof and into the house. Both of them were warriors with neither knowing when to yield. Nesta already knew that there would be a fight that night.

‘I’ll have Lucien for letting you drink.’

Nesta pushed out a breath. ‘Lucien didn’t let me do anything because he isn’t my keeper, Cassian. I decided to enjoy a few drinks on the beach because I was having a good time. Mor constantly has a glass of wine in her hand and that is fine. You drink every time we visit them. Why can’t I enjoy a few drinks to unwind? I had a lovely time with Lucien, by the way – thank you so much for asking.’

‘Oh yeah. I’m sure you had a great time with another male. Did you fuck him?’

The question absolutely blindsided Nesta. It took her a moment to even process it. She blinked at him. ‘I beg your pardon?’

A slight blush crept up Cassian’s neck but he held her stare. ‘You heard me.’

She turned away from him to begin unpacking her bag – although she wished she could escape somewhere else. Somewhere far away. ‘Unbelievable,’ she muttered under her breath. ‘I will not even dignify you with an answer.’

‘You made a habit of it before.’

Those words were worse than a slap. Cassian knew she hated that part of her history. She had told him once that she wished she had never ventured down that path, had saved her maidenhead for him because he loved her, rather than bouncing from male to male, sometimes two males a night, in her pursuit of drowning out the hatred for herself.

She was too stunned to even speak.

Nesta continued unpacking as she forced away the prickling of tears that were a common occurrence in this relationship.

A hand brushed down her arm. ‘I’m sorry. That was out of line.’

‘Leave me alone.’

‘Nes,’ he continued, trying to link his fingers with hers.

‘Leave me alone.’

Her voice was hard and raw, leaving no room for negotiation. To his credit, Cassian did leave her alone. Faintly, she made out the boom of his powerful wings. Soon, her ears would be burning as he would likely spin a tail about her being cruel, not opening her legs for him after her absence, and not answering his questions about a dalliance with Lucien. If Nesta had said anything similar then she would be hung from the rafters. She was tired of constantly being pecked by them all for not being the female they decided that she ought to be.

She wished she had some plates to break. Lucien had been right when he said she had a lot to be angry about. Life had never been fair to her. Nesta was not Feyre; she could not air out all of the horrible things her mother and grandmama had done to her to make everybody feel sorry for her. It was bad enough that there had been witnesses to what happened with the Cauldron – yet even then, Elain’s experience was somehow made to be worse than Nesta’s. Feyre’s trauma at being unable to help was more important than Nesta actually going through it.

Her bag hit the ground with a bang as she tossed it there.

Feyre had forbidden her from marrying Tomas Mandray. She wondered whether her sister ought to have extended that advice to Cassian too. What did he offer her except heartache? A mating bond did not equal perfection. It provided strong offspring, nothing more.

Tears dropped onto her cheeks as Nesta tried to keep busy in the bedroom by tidying away Cassian’s messes. She could not stop the echoing voices in her head that she always tried to banish.

Not good enough. Embarrassed of your past. Second place to Mor. Shackled to me.

When her tears blurred her vision enough to make her stop, Nesta perched on the edge of the bed with her face in her hands. It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t the life she wanted. She did not want to be with a male who made her feel as if she did not deserve him, like he was doing her a favour by being with her. There was always something she did wrong, always a reason to be blamed for something. She had survived the Blood Rite that she had been forced into, but it was her fault that the Illyrians were angry. She had given up her powers to save Feyre and Nyx, but now she was defenceless when they might have needed her skill one day. She had accepted Cassian’s bond, but had been warned to be good to him.

Nesta had not stolen from the Cauldron and killed the King of Hybern to sit here and cry over a male. She was made of steel and flame, made for more than this.

In a sudden burst of passion, she re-packed her bag, ensuring that she could lift it easily onto her back without Lucien carrying it for her as he had in the Dawn Court. Hurriedly, Nesta scrawled a note to Cassian then aimed for the stairwell.

You have done this once before, she told herself. Anger had accompanied her then too, giving her feet wings.

It was better if she did not count the steps. She forced herself to go on for as long as she could before resting a while in one of the landings. It allowed her the chance to steady her heart beat. Nesta pressed her cheek to the cold wall to cool it then she was on her feet again, ready to tackle the next chunk.  On. On. On. Throughout her marching, Nesta was her own support, telling herself that she deserved better, deserved more, deserved a future that filled her with joy. On. On. On.

When her legs began to tremble, Nesta did not force them to keep going. She took a rest again. There was nothing wrong with resting. The corners of her mouth ticked up as she peeled back the lid of the box containing her baked goods. Lucien had been right. She did need them. Needed that sugar to bolster her on the final way. Her tongue traced through the thick layer of icing. She wished she had a cup of tea to wash it down.

On. Nesta went on. Her fingers brushed against a wooden door that felt damp from the cold. A surge of pride built in her chest as she realised that she had managed the stairs for a second time. Her muscles might have been burning and she’d be in agony in the morning, but Nesta had done it.

Her hood was pulled up over her golden hair and pointed ears. A few streets were still busy with revellers enjoying drinks and as she passed the Boar’s Head, Nesta faintly made out the sounds of instruments seeping from the open doors. It was tempting to go inside to bask in the atmosphere that she had once coveted but it would be the first place that Cassian would think to look for her. No, Nesta had to be smart. If she headed towards the south-westerly portion of Velaris, that was where traders were permitted to enter the city. There were roads that led through the mountains towards the Day Court or there was even a quiet port where ships could rest a while. Either of those was a better option than staying here with a male who could always find fault in her.

***

Sleep had not come. Lucien tossed and turned until the sun came out, worrying over Nesta. He had gotten her in trouble then left her to fend for herself. It was wrong. Lucien had pondered and puzzled on a way to get a message to her – a way that she could let him know that she wasn’t in trouble. Then, the most obvious thought struck him and he’d wished he had thought of it earlier. He would return to Velaris and claim that he had thought that he had left an item in the bedroom of the House of Wind. It gave him a chance to enter the house, to see Nesta with his own eyes.

Lucien waited in the lounge of the crumbling manor until it was an acceptable time to call upon Feyre and Rhys. In his head, Lucien tried to sweep away his worries. Nesta was likely asleep still in the arms of her mate. They had spent a night apart for the first time in months, both had likely jumped at the chance of seeing each other again. He hoped all of his worries were foolish.

When Lucien winnowed onto the lawn of the high lord’s river front estate, the shadowsinger strode from the house followed by Morrigan. She shot him a look. ‘Where is she, Vanserra?’

A crease pressed between his brows. ‘You’ll have to run that by me again.’

‘Nesta,’ supplied Azriel.

A shiver ran down his spine.

The female had nowhere else to go. She’d told him that enough times.

‘Did you check in Windhaven with Emerie?’

‘Obviously,’ seethed Mor. ‘She is not hiding in the library either. She got out of the House of Wind.’

‘Careful, Morrigan. When you speak that way, it really does sound as if Nesta is your prisoner.’

Throwing her hands in the air, Mor stalked past him, saying she didn’t have time for Autumn Court males. It left him alone on the grass with Azriel. Memories of the Winter Solstice resurfaced. Lucien had been unsettled that night too. He had risen from the bed to retrieve a glass of water. Careful not to wake anybody, he had moved like a fox through the house then heard Rhysand berating Azriel for kissing Elain.

‘Where is she, Lucien?’

‘I am unsure why everybody is of the opinion that I should know that.’

‘You took her off the other day.’

Lucien held out his hands. ‘I left her here yesterday. I’ve only come back today because I believe I left a report on the desk up at the house.’

The lie had fallen off of his tongue smoothly, rousing no suspicion.

The shadowsinger scratched the back of his neck. The early morning summer sun was swallowed by his broad wings. ‘Nesta can’t have gone far.’

‘I’ll help you look.’  

[busy-baker]

And the final installment of The Mess is finished!

Tav organizes a night of fun and relaxation for Astarion and Gale after a long week but as usual, things don’t go as planned.

f!Tav x Astarion x Gale

CW: oral, vaginal fingering, spanking, masturbation

Word Count: 2.8k

“What are you doing?” Astarion asked, hopping up to take a seat on the kitchen counter.

His long legs hung over the edge as he leaned on one hand, letting the cropped band tee he was wearing ride up.

You couldn’t help but admire the fine figure that was cut underneath the fabric as you placed down the knife. His faded black jeans hung on his hips and the way his fingers toyed with the rings on his hand, moving so carefully as he watched you drink him in, it was enough to drive you into heat.

“See something you like, darling?” He lounged even further, resting on his elbow across the marble.

“I do, in fact,” you said, biting your lip. You quickly grabbed a dish towel and started swatting him with it. “That was my shirt! You don’t even like t-shirts!”

The vampire held up his arms to stop the attack. He eventually pushed off the counter to his feet, wrapping his arms around yours to keep you from smacking him. He brought his mouth close to your ear, playfully nipping at the it.

“You have to agree, it looks much better now that I’ve gotten my hands on it,” he teased, letting your arms free.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a mhm, going back to your task before you were rudely interrupted.

Astarion patted your bottom before making his way to the wine fridge, popping the cork from a bottle and swigging from it.

“Now will you please tell me what all of this is about.” He gestured his empty hand at the cutting board in front of you.

The thick slab was covered in an assortment of edible delights for your night you had planned with your boys.

There were piles of various chocolate chunks, rows of strawberry roses, crushed cookies, brownie bits, maraschino cherries, and two bowls, one filled with fresh whipped cream and the other with chocolate sauce.

“It’s an ice cream sundae charcuterie board,” you explained, walking around him to the freezer and pulling out the carton of neapolitan ice cream.

You grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and placed them next to the board along with two spoons from the drawer.

“That is…different,” he mused, “And a mouthful.”

“You’re a mouthful,” you shot back, sticking out your tongue.

“You're damn right I am.” Astarion tipped back the bottle with a smirk and once again, you caught yourself staring. He really did make that shirt look so much better.

“Make yourself useful and fetch Gale. I’m surprised he didn’t slip out when he could smell the brownies baking.”

Astarion chuckled as he left for Gale’s residential hiding spot. You set to work scooping servings of ice cream into the bowls. Using your finger, you pushed off the last bit of chocolate and before you could rinse off what remained, a hand caught yours in a firm grip.

“Allow me to get that for you,” Gale said, bringing your finger to his mouth and sucking around the tip. He bit down gently, staring directly into your eyes.

Your eyes widened and heat flooded your cheeks. You watched as he kissed the point of your finger and patted your hand, letting it fall to your side.

You turned to make sure you had everything to enjoy your night lazing around with your lovers. You had already prepared the movie and built a cozy nest out of every pillow and blanket available in your apartment, even though by the end of the night, Astarion would be the one swaddled in every one while you and Gale held on to each other for warmth.

The week, with Astarion booked to the max with clients and Gale readying his students for finals, had been absolutely chaotic. Everyone was almost at each other’s throats and you decided an evening to forget all the stress was just what you all needed. It wouldn’t take away all of their troubles but hopefully it provided some relief.

“This looks wonderful, love!” Gale clapped his hands together. You grinned at his praise, proud of your work.

“Yes, her knife skills are almost as impressive as mine,” Astarion said, sauntering over to pick up a strawberry. He eyed it over between his pale fingers before dipping it into the whipped cream and lifting it to your lips.

You gratefully opened your mouth, biting piece of fruit and chewing, closing your eyes and humming in satisfaction at the sweetness. You felt a trail a it’s juice leak down the corner of your mouth and stuck your tongue out to catch the remnants.

Gale leaned in, capturing your mouth with his. The kiss was slow and steady, entangling your tongues together, letting him taste the lingering strawberry.

He pulled away, swiping his tongue near your cupid’s bow. “There was a bit of cream on your lips.”

You swallowed, that blooming feeling in your stomach beginning to grow. You watched as the vampire, with eyes full of heat and a scheme plotting in his wicked mind, dipped the pad of another finger into the chocolate sauce. He brought it up and swiped it along your jaw.

He turned to the wizard, leaning in to kiss just below his ear.

“You’ve missed a spot, my dear,” he whispered, garnet eyes glancing towards you.

Gale smirked, turning his head to gently graze his lips across Astarion’s and then when he looked back to you, you found yourself already approaching both of them.

“It seems I did. Let’s fix that, shall we?” He cupped your face, tilting your head to one side and dragged his tongue along the stripe.

Shivers went down your spine and a you gasped at the contact. You gripped onto his arms, bunching the fabric between your hands.

“What do you say we really prepare a feast?” Astarion asked. He walked over to the counter, pushing every bit of clutter out of the way. He scooped you up, breaking your kiss from Gale, and placed you on the counter. He flicked two fingers upwards, motioning for you to lift your arms, and he worked at pulling your sundress over your head while you giggled.

With a toss, your outfit was gone and you sat in only your panties atop the cool countertop.

Astarion reached behind him to grab the charcuterie board and putting it down right beside you. He brought a finger to his chin as he studied your body and then set to work. He gave a slight push of your shoulders for you to lay down, a proper canvas for his edible art.

Fine lines of cream and chocolate were drawn across your neck trailing down to your abdomen, two strawberries were placed just above your breasts, and one chunk of milk chocolate was popped into your mouth presumably for remaining still.

The spawn stepped back, grabbing his wine bottle to swig from and admire his work.

“One last thing.” The wizard plucked a cherry from the slab and place it delicately on your panties near your arousal.

“Cheeky,” You replied. You could feel your heart picking up speed as you awaited what they would do next. The anticipation was agonizing as two pairs of eyes combed over your covered skin.

Gale was the first to make a move, bending down and sucking along your neck. You instinctively started to bend your legs and wound your arms around his neck.

Astarion was by your ear in a flash as Gale continued to lap his tongue down your body.

“If the cherry falls, there will be a punishment, darling,” he purred, nibbling at your ear. You turned your head and he captured your mouth in a heated kiss. You moaned on his lips as Gale’s mouth latched onto your nipple, knocking one of the strawberries to the floor.

Your chest lifted, pressing further into Gale’s lips but he soon let go to stand straight. He grasped the vampire’s chin, bringing him in to speak against his plush lips.

“Would you like a taste, Astarion?” He asked huskily, “I didn’t think she could taste better than she already does.”

“I would love a nibble,” Astarion answered, pecking the wizard before putting his full attention back on you.

You were enthralled as the your vampiric lover took the bottle of Merlot he was drinking from and tipped it, pouring the red liquid into your navel until it formed a meniscus.

He dipped down, closing his mouth around it and took in the shot of wine with ease. You thought he was going to repeat the act as he brought the bottle back up but he quickly tilted it, taking some in, and then shifted down towards your thighs.

His eyes met yours expectantly and you nodded, biting your lip.

Teeth sank into your flesh and gentle kisses were placed on your shoulders and across your collarbone by Gale.

The pain melted into overwhelming bliss as the endorphins from the bite coursed though you. Astarion’s hands gripped onto your thigh as he sucked and you felt yourself beginning to lose control.

Your legs were growing wet in between and you were imagining the two men taking over and doing as they please. At this point, they were merely teasing you with this tasting game.

Without thinking, you attempted to clench your legs together to provide relief but instead you ended up making the symbolic cherry tumble down, bouncing its way from the counter to the floor.

Astarion lapped at the two puncture wounds and then lifted his silver curls to shake his head at you with a disappointed expression.

“Bad, bad girl,” he admonished.

Blush crept up over your cheeks as you sat up. The vampire rested himself between your legs and cupped your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes.

Gale’s demanding side was something that didn’t happen often but it definitely made more of an appearance than Astarion’s. Both were fantastic and you enjoyed having them take the reins, but when Astarion decided to dole out a punishment, you knew you would need the rest of the night to regain your energy.

“You dropped the cherry,” Astarion stated, deadly, quietly.

“Yes,” was all you could whisper back.

“And what did I say about that?”

“I…I would be punished.” You were almost breathless at this point. You wished his body was on yours and Gale’s was at the back.

“You are going to sit on this counter and watch. Slip those pretty little fingers into that soaking cunt of yours,” he said, in a low tone “But every time you are dangerously close to the edge, stop. Understand?”

“I do,” you said. He dropped his hands and strolled over to Gale, taking him by surprise and yanking him close to his slender form.

Their mouths moved as one as Astarion’s hands tangled into the wizard’s mane and Gale’s strong arms slipped up under the cropped shirt to wandering along the vampire’s chest.

Your hand found its way into the fabric of your panties, coating itself in the slick that had already formed there. You began to rub delicate, lazy circles as you watched your lovers enjoy each other’s bodies.

They hastily undressed one another in between passionate words and hungry kisses. Their skilled hands caressed their sculpted forms, eliciting involuntary gasps and groans. It was a scene that made the pleasure inside of you grow immensely until you found yourself already so close to your undoing but you heeded Astarion’s words, stopping your movements until the sensation dulled, causing you to whine.

Gale gradually sank to his knees, teasing at the spawn’s nipples on his way down, pressing chaste pecks against each hardened muscle that flexed at his movements, until he was level with the stiff cock already moistened at the tip.

Carmine eyes locked onto yours as the wizard took the shaft in his hand, stroking up and down. You mirrored his movements, two fingers finding your heat and gliding with more vigor this time.

You did not shy away as Astarion continued to look almost into your soul, his lithe fingers holding Gale’s hair and guiding his mouth onto his shaft to bob up and down. You almost lost control again, withdrawing your fingers as Astarion’s head tilted back in ecstasy.

His eyes closed and he held a delicious smile on his face as he pumped into Gale. Groans escaped him as he spilled over and you thought you would come just from the sight of it all.

Astarion brushed his fingers lightly along Gale’s cheek as he swallowed and released himself from the vampire. You were flushed from head to toe and your punishment had you aching to the core. You wanted to be put out of your misery.

“I hope you don’t think that was all for you, my love,” Astarion growled, coming over to you and lifting you from the counter.

You stood with weak legs as he spun you around and pressed his front to your back. He looped his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down, letting you step out of them.

His breath tickled the back of your neck as he came back up and you tried to even out your own breathing.

“I’m going to give you five good smacks while Gale uses those wonderful hands of his on you,” he whispers into your ear, “Now be a darling and bend over for me.”

Your face was burning like the hells as he stepped back for you to place your elbows on the counter and display your ass to him. You spread your legs to provide access for Gale, who was already beneath you.

“Open up for me,” he said, sticking his fingers in your mouth to moisten them. You sucked around the two digits, long and slow, releasing them with a pop.

The wizard pressed them into your throbbing cunt and you loudly gasped. You started to grind against his hand, wanting to finally feel bliss but Astarion grabbed your hips and propped you back up firmly.

“Ah, ah, be still and do count for me,” he demanded. “Ready?”

“Yes, please,” you begged.

His hand came down on your bare cheek and you cried out. It stung and would leave a nice, pink print but it sent a shockwave through you as Gale’s fingers thrusted inside of you.

“Count, my love,” he growled.

It took a moment but you found yourself once again. You were already seeing stars.

“One,” you panted.

Another swift smack came down on the other side with the same force as before. You didn’t cry out at this one as it was expected but instead moaned.

“Two.”

He let down the third strike, you called out, with more effort than the previous two and that combined with Gale now rubbing circles on your clit with his fingers hooked inside of you, had your walls clenching and you clawing at the kitchen surface. With anymore strength, you were sure you would have to replace the entire counter from the damage.

“Four,” you whimpered as the next smack hit you. You were trembling from the exertion. You were so very close.

“Last one, my dear,” Astarion consoled, soothing his hand over the marks he had left.

You felt the orgasm inside of you almost at its very peak as the wizard pressed against the swollen bud repeatedly and as soon as Astarion’s final spanking came down on you, you tipped over that edge you were barely hanging on to and your orgasm ripped through your exhausted body.

You screamed out five, your insides pulsing around Gale as you rode out your bliss on his hand. When he noticed you were finished, he removed his fingers and you immediately collapsed into his arms, dazed and overstimulated.

Astarion knelt down in front of both of you and ran his hands over your hair. You sighed and leaned into his palm, letting your head rest on him.

“As much fun as this was, you are quite sticky, sweetheart.” Gale chuckled as his hand struggled to stroke your arm from being coated in sauce and whipped cream.

“Well, maybe next time we should enjoy it with spoons instead of body parts,” you replied with a yawn. You snuggled in closer to the wizard’s chest, ready to tuck in for the rest of the night.

Astarion kissed your cheek and stood up, taking your hands to pull you up with him. You groaned with displeasure but he scooped you up in his arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you drift off on us,” he said.

You were carried off to the bathroom to be scrubbed and pampered by the two men who treasured you most, ice cream sundaes and movie night long forgotten.

You dreaded the amount of cleaning product you would have to choke through to remove the food residue from the counters.

Maybe hiring a maid isn’t such a bad idea, you thought.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

orange peel

Darry hasn’t slept well in years. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he got a full night’s sleep. The stress of his parents’ death along with Ponyboy’s nightmares and the never ending stress about money and his brothers’ well being does that to a person. It tends to work out well for him though. It means he’s awake when Johnny appears in their living room, needing an ice pack and something to eat. And that he can answer three am calls from Dally to pick him up from jail. 

Tonight though, the house is silent. 

Pony and Soda have been asleep for a few hours. For the first time in days, their couch is empty. With Dally in jail for a few days and Johnny sleeping with Steve in the lot, it’s just the three of them. 

The kitchen light flickers ever so slightly, it’s yellow light warming the pages of bills in front of him. With his red pen and dull pencil, he works on their finances, double and triple checking that they can afford everything for the month. 

He knows it’s a bad habit, but he chews on the end of his pen. He is startled from his thoughts when a floorboard by the hallway. Turning over his shoulder, he sees Ponyboy standing nervously in the doorway. He’s wearing a track team shirt and a pair of pajama pants that probably belong to Soda. His hair looks akin to a bird’s nest, the impression of his pillow still on his cheek. 

Most of the time Pony tries to look older. He smokes and greases his hair and acts tough. It’s at rare moments like this that he actually looks like the kid he is. 

“You have a nightmare?” Darry asks softly. Pony pads over and roots around in the fridge before pulling out an orange. He sits down in the chair beside Darry, drawing his legs to his chest as he starts to peel the orange. “Pone?” Darry prompts.

“Yeah.” He keeps his eyes focused on the orange. “I didn’t think you’d be up.”

Darry heard what he really meant. I was counting on you being asleep. Unsure of how to proceed, Darry gently nudges Pony’s hands away from the orange. He’d been pulling off the peel in little chunks that now lie scattered on the table. Darry digs his nails into the pith to peel it properly. 

“Thank you,” Pony says quietly. “It wasn’t one of the bad ones. I didn’t wake up Soda, he needs to sleep.” So do you, Darry wants to add, but instead he hands Pony a slice of the orange. 

“What was it about?”

Pony looks hesitant to say, taking small bites of the orange. Usually he doesn’t remember them and would be quick to say so. Not this time. Darry gives him a reassuring smile and squeezes his little brother’s knee. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It-It was about you.” For a moment, Darry starts to panic. He was the cause of his brother’s nightmare, he hurt his little brother and now- “You were in the car with mom and dad,” Pony adds. “And Soda and I were alone and they split us up and we kept getting jumped because you weren’t there-”

Pony starts to work himself into a panic so Darry does the only thing he can think of and pulls Pony into his arms. Though he’s a teenager and finally had a growth spurt, Pony curls into the embrace, his fingers gripping the back of Darry’s shirt as tight as possible. 

“Shh,” Darry tells him softly, “it’s alright, little buddy. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. As long as I’m around, you never have to worry about being alone.”

“Promise?” Pony asks, his voice cracking with tears.

Darry felt his own eyes grow wet and the vulnerability in his little brother’s voice. He held Pony just a little tighter. “I swear, I swear, Ponykid. Your mine, you and Soda. I ain’t gonna let anyone take you away from me.” 

It takes a couple more minutes of comforting words and kisses to his head for Pony to stop crying. Darry smiles at Pony and nudges the orange towards him. Taking the cue, Pony starts eating again. 

“I’m sorry for crying all over you,” Ponyboy murmurs self consciously. He reaches up and wipes the rest of his tears away with his wrist.

Darry shrugs, “It’s alright. Soda threw up all over me the first time he had beer, trust me, tears are much better.” 

Just as he planned, Pony laughs. God, he’ll never get tired of that laugh. It’s then that another voice joins them, Soda. He must have been woken up by their voices or the absence of Pony in the bed. “What’s so funny?” Soda asks, dragging a hand through his hair as he plops down in one of the chairs. 

“You throwing up on Darry,” Pony says, still smiling. He slides a few orange slices towards Soda who shoves them into his mouth. 

“Which is why you’re not allowed to drink,” Soda gestures with an orange at the youngest boy. Pony rolls his eyes. 

“You two should go back to bed,” Darry tells them with a meaningful look. “It’s getting late.”

“You too, superman.” Soda rises, giving Pony’s neck an affectionate squeeze and running his hand over Darry’s shoulder. “Can’t have you fall asleep on a roof tomorrow, can we?”

Darry knows Soda is right, he usually is. “I’m right behind you.” 

Soda takes Pony’s hand, “Come on, honey. You got school tomorrow.” After finishing the last of his orange, Pony lets himself be led back to their bedroom. Darry sits there for just a moment longer and sweeps the orange rind into his hand. 

It smells of summertime and sunshine and his littlest brother’s laughter. 

When Darry finally makes his way towards his bedroom, he peeks into his brothers’ first. Soda and Pony are curled together under patchwork blankets. While Pony is fast asleep, Soda is still up. Over Pony’s head they make eye contact and Soda nods, pressing a kiss to Pony’s head. 

Darry lets his hand trail along the door frame. His brothers are safe, they’re together. That’s all he could ever ask for. 

[left-for-carrion]

haiii you probably do know who it is. .. i’m not the best at like hiding it but i go on anon cause i get nervous or. whateverrrr

i just like fighting with my mutuals :3 i think the things you reblog and post are cute and i find you interesting and so i want to bite chunks out of you. i want to be able to taste your blood and see it pooling out while i try to protect myself from your attacks.. if that makes sense?

i’m a decaying zombie .. i’m not freshly dead but i am not completely falling apart.. parts of me are fragile and rotting away .. mostly my stomach and legs and jaw ..

i didn’t expect you to respond to my asks and i’m waiting for my adhd meds to kick in- so my mind is a bit blank on words and my vocabulary is simple or else i’d have muuuch more to say :3 i hope your day is treating you well

-🥩🌷

It's okayy <3<3<3 You don't have to come out of anon if you don't wanna, you're a pleasure to talk to no matter what :]

I also love fighting my mutuals, it's been a while since I've met someone who genuinely wanted to beat me!! You could definitely try <3

Oh cute!! Do you continuously rot or is it a frozen state?

Is okayyyy, I just woke up, so I too haven't much brain loaded in yet :']]] Thank you so much, you're so sweet-