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Jealousy is my Best Friend (18+)

Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: Smut, jealous!jason todd, protective!jason todd, possessive!jason todd

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, penetrating sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, sir kink

Notes: am I.. a whore? MaByE🤪 I would certainly let Jay do anything mentioned in this oneshot 🫣and OMG ANGry SeX

When you got invited to the Wayne Christmas Party you knew Jason would be livid.

It was almost a year since you’d been together and you grew to know him inside and out. Once you got past the edgy, broody and overly aggressive personality, he really was a sweet guy. But he got jealous.

Really jealous.

Since you had moved in with Jason a few months ago, you had gotten to see his more possessive side almost 24/7. He was rarely ever out of touching distance, always keeping a hand on you, especially if you had company over. The few times you met his brothers, he was practically acting like a viscous guard dog.

That’s why you knew he wouldn’t be happy that Bruce had invited you without him knowing. But, in defence of Gotham’s Dark Knight, everyone knew that Jason didn’t want you involved with his family.

So, obviously you accepted the invitation.

Yes, you knew he would be mad when he found out and when you insisted on going, but you wanted to be a part of all aspects of his life.

So, here you were. Standing in the living room of your apartment, all dressed up and ready to go, with Jason sitting fuming on the couch.

“You’re not going.” He murmured.

“Why? Do you know how bitchy I would seem I didn’t show up?” You said exasperated.

Jason ran a hand through his hair in frustration, letting out a long sigh as his eyes drifted up and down your outfit again.

“You’re not going in that.”

You were reaching the end of your rope. You had been arguing with Jason for the better part of half an hour and he hadn’t budged. The dress you had picked out for the party was one of the few times you let yourself splurge. You looked hot. You knew you looked hot and Jason knew it too. That’s why it was so impossible for him to sit with the fact that other men would be seeing you.

Jason’s eyes roamed your body again. The red fabric of the dress hugged your hips, making him want to reach out and grab you. His colour. He knew you chose that dress just to get him worked up and he loved how well it was working.

Not knowing who was going to be looking at you was utterly infuriating, even more so since he knew exactly what they would be thinking. A gorgeous girl like you? Fuck, if he wasn’t already with you he’d be eye fucking you along with the rest of them. Not that he wasn’t already.

“Are you even listening, Jay?”

Your voice broke him out of his lusting thoughts and he felt the sour pang of jealousy creep to the forefront of his mind once more.

“I’m not gonna waste this dress! Do you know how much I spent-”

“Shut… christ, shut your pretty little mouth and let me talk for one fucking second.” He growled.

Your mouth hung open, floundering for a second before it closed. Jason’s fists were clenching and unclenching. You watched that vein that only popped out when he was angry beginning to pulse with blood. His head was in his hands as he ran his hands through his hair.

With a predatory speed, his head raised and his gaze snapped to yours. His eyes pulsed green.

Before you could figure out what was happening he was striding across the room and pinning you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head.

“Jay, I didn’t-” You tried.

The rest of your pleading sentence was cut short as Jason’s hand slipped from the wall to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly. He really wished you would just be quiet. Every time you opened your mouth he just wanted to fill it with something other than words.

“Do you know..” he inhaled sharply, “how fucking hard it is to let people seen even an inch of your skin?”

“I can-” You began to say, but Jason’s grip on your throat tightened and the words stopped at your lips.

“Stop. Talking.” His jaw ticked.

With a tortured sigh, he dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He was utterly enraptured by you, and the thought of anyone else having you made his skin crawl.

“You’re not going to the party.” He said, his voice a little softer as he placed a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Jay, please. I need to meet your family.” You protested.

Your continued pleading was interrupted by your phone ringing where you had put it on the kitchen counter. Squinting your eyes, you just made out the caller ID. Dick Grayson. Thinking he could talk some sense into Jason, you used the distraction of the noise to break from his hold and run to the kitchen.

Grabbing the phone, you answered as quickly as you could. But, before you could get a word out, Jason snatched it right out of your hand.

“We’re not coming.” He said darkly, and hung up before Dick could say a word.

Okay, now you were fucked.

You took a step back and retreated all the way into the kitchen until the back of your legs hit the counter.

The taste of jealousy Jason had tried to push down was rearing its ugly head more than ever. Of all people, you were going to get his brother to help? He was fine when strangers tried something with you, he could always break a few arms. But his brother? Fuck no.

Jason prowled towards you. The sound of each step on the kitchen tile reverberated through your bones. He consumed your field of vision as he trapped you between him and the kitchen counter. You bit your lip, knowing better than to say anything. You knew that you had earned a rough punishment.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep a lid on his temper, and took a deep, shuddering breath.

He kissed your forehead.

“Knees.”

Your legs clenched together as a rush of heat flooded your core. The dark eyes of your boyfriend looked at you expectantly, and it was all you could do not to melt on the spot. Not wanting to earn a harsher punishment, you lowered yourself to the floor.

Jason’s eyes drifted to where your skin met the hard tile. He took off his suit jacket and bent down to put it underneath your knees. The only marks on your skin would be from him.

Your heart swooned at his actions. Even though he was gonna fuck you silly, he was still treating you like a princess.

“What should I do with you, huh?” His fingers found your chin and he tilted your head up to look at him.

Seeing those pretty doe eyes of yours staring up at him was almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

“Should I fuck your bratty mouth?” He said condescendingly sweet. Your head was swimming as your panties pooled with desire. You loved how he reduced you to a speechless mess with just a few words.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He rasped.

“Yes, please Jay.” You whined.

Your begging was only met with a sharp tug of your hair, and you realized your mistake.

“Sir! Yes please, sir.” You corrected quickly.

That was more like it. Jason smiled down at you proudly, almost smug with the way you went from angry to eager for his cock. With torturously slow movements, he undid his belt and placed it on the counter beside him. He usually liked to please you first, but he was too riled up to go slow.

His hand came to hold your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he undid the zipper of his pants. Most of the times he made you take him out, but he didn’t want to look away from your pretty eyes.

Even if you wanted to move, you couldn’t with the way he was holding you. The head of his cock brushed against your lips, and he finally let go of your chin.

“Show me how sorry you are, baby.” He said lowly.

Your previous anger had evaporated into a haze of desire, and you greedily took him into your mouth, earning a deep groan from Jason. One of his hands threaded into your hair as it had done a hundred times before, and you twirled your tongue around the head of his cock.

The familiar heat of desire thrummed through your veins, and with each lick you felt your pussy dripping with arousal. Jason murmured praises under his breath, his quiet groans filling the room.

God, he loved your mouth.

So hot and wet. Perfectly skilled at drawing all sorts of noises he didn’t know he could make from his lips. And your hands were even better. As soon as you started to roll his balls in your hand, his head tipped back in ecstasy.

“Dirty girl.” He gasped out.

Seeing how much you affected him filled your heart with pride, but before you could make a bratty comment, he had both hands in your hair and was pushing his cock to the back of your mouth.

You gagged instinctively, and your hands shot out to his thighs, pushing weakly against him. You moaned around his cock, only making him press himself deeper in your mouth until your nose touched his pubic bone.

“Oh, fuck baby.. just a-” His cock pulsed, heavy in your mouth. “Just a little more.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and your pussy clenched on nothing. God, he loved making you cry on his cock. He barely held back his orgasm as your little hands started to hit against his legs.

“Oh.. okay. Shit, princess you’re so.. whiny.” He mummers.

You try your best to take all of him down your throat, but he’s so big that it makes it hard to breathe. Wanting to please him seemed to be the only thought in your head as your core burned with the anticipation of the pleasure you would receive in return.

You sucked hard once, then twice, and had him gasping. Taking his cock from your mouth, he pulled you up from the floor.

“You want this cock so bad you have to be fucking brat?” He growled as he bent you over the counter top.

The cool air suddenly rushed across your skin as he ripped your dress off, throwing it to the floor without care. You were left bare apart from your bra and panties, which were red to match your dress.

“That was expensive..” You complained.

“I’ll buy you another one.” He said as he kept you pinned to the counter with a hand on your back.

And you knew he would.

He loved seeing you like this. Bent over, legs spread, your pussy dripping so much your panties already had a dark patch. Your red panties. His colour on his girl. He took a breath in through his nose, his hips jutting forwards and brushing against your clit.

“Jay-” A swift spank had your ass blooming with stinging pain.

“Sir! Sir, sir, sir.. M’sorry.. please, sir.. please.” You whined, repeating the title over and over again.

Jason got to his knees, pushing your legs apart, and pulled your panties down, throwing them with your discarded dress. His hands ran up and down your legs, the calloused skin of his palms making you shudder with impatience. Sensing your desperation, he decided to take mercy on you. You had been a good girl so far.

Without warning, he licked from your clit to leaking slit, moaning at the sweet taste his girl on his tongue. He could eat you for days and never need to come up for air.

“So needy..” He whispered, the air from his words brushing your clit and making you whine.

With one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other on your ass, he began to eat you from behind. His movements were aggressive like him, and he licked and sucked you without abandon. He had your hands flailing against the countertop, only to find nothing to hold on to.

He felt your thighs shaking where they were around his head, and pushed two fingers inside. You cried out in pleasure, your eyes squeezing shut as he curled his fingers to hit that perfect spot over and over and over and-

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He hissed, his words muffled by your cunt.

Strings of moans and high pitched mewls fell from your throat as Jason worked you up to the edge, only to pull his fingers out or take his tongue off your clit. You couldn’t even lift your head anymore, your mind too dizzy with pleasure as he pumped his fingers into you.

“I’m gonna.. need to.. oh, pl-please-” You words came out choked when when Jason suddenly added a third finger, stretching you out.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He said pulling his head back, leaving you missing his tongue.

“Y-yes..” You mewl breathlessly.

Jason hummed in consideration, his fingers slowing down almost to a stop. You felt painfully empty as he pulled his fingers out of your needy pussy, your walls squeezing around air. Jason stood up, still behind you, and leaned down. His chest pressed against your back and all of your senses were consumed by his weight on top of you.

“Who gets to touch this perfect little pussy?” He whispered into your ear.

“You, sir.” You gasped.

“Hm.. and who gets to decide if you get to cum?”

“You, sir..” You words came out breathy.

“Good fucking girl.” Jason rasped.

Far too soon his weight was off of you, but your mind was quickly calmed as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your entrance. You sighed out in bliss, your mind running through all the other times he had you screaming.

“Gonna take me real good, huh?” He muttered and slammed his cock into you without a moments notice.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry. Tears pooled in your eyes as your breath caught in your throat.

You were so full.

Everything about Jason was large, including his cock, and you felt like you were fucking him for the first time all over again. You could never get used to his size.

After letting you adjust for a moment, ever the gentlemen even when blowing your back out, he began to lazily roll his hips into you.

The teasingly slow pace was incomprehensibly difficult for Jason to maintain. As soon as he was inside of you it took every ounce of willpower to resist fucking you so hard that your brains leaked out of your pussy.

But he wanted to see you fall apart even more.

You whimpered and whined, making such pretty noises for him. His large hands gripped your waist easily, allowing him to prevent you from getting greedy and bouncing back on his cock.

“Oh g-god please.. I can’t handle it..” You said in what felt like part moan, part sob.

Jason stilled his movements and you thought you might cry, but then he tangled a hand in your hair and pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest.

“Who owns you, princess?” He said as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“You do, Jason.” You mewled.

“That’s fucking right, baby. Good girl.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

And before you could ask he was already bending you back over, your chest against the cool marble countertop as he began to pound into you relentlessly.

You cried out at the sudden roughness, your walls clenching around his cock, earning a strangled moan from Jason. If it wasn’t for the hand he had on the back of your neck, you would have been pitching forward with each thrust. Your hands shot out to press against the white tile backsplash, needing something to ground you. Every time he pumped into you the tip of his cock would brush against your cervix, the delicious pang of being full of Jason had you screaming.

“You’re okay. You can- oh fuck..” He gasped out as your pussy tightened around him. “You can take it, pretty girl.”

He rasped out the reassurance, but he didn’t know how much longer he could stop himself from cumming. Every time he fucked you he only got more hooked on your body. The sounds you made, the noises and little breathy whimpers always had him harder than he thought was possible.

And you really were doing so well.

He knew he had been rough with you, but when your sweet little cunt was so fucking tight around him, how was he supposed to go slow? With every thrust he watched your eyes roll further back into your head. It felt like he was molding you from the inside out. Shaping you to fit with him and only him.

All you could do was lay there and take it. Tears had begun to fall down your cheeks, and Jason reached down to brush them away.

“You.. jesus christ, you’re mine, sweetheart.” He gasped out.

You nodded, your wanton moaning answer enough. You looked over your shoulder at Jason and his resolve snapped.

His hips were suddenly pistoling into you with a speed only reachable by a man like him. Your jaw hung open as a string of curses and groans bubbled past Jason’s lips.

“Need to..” You begged incoherently.

“I know, I know.. shit-” His cock twitched inside you. “cum with me, sweetheart.”

As soon as the words of permission slipped from his mouth your body reacted before your mind could process it. You cried out as your eyes rolled back in your head, your legs quivering so much you were grateful to be bent over the counter. Jason was cumming just as soon as he felt your cunt squeeze around him with a vice like grip. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy as he gasped and groaned out in pleasure.

Your head was hazy as your legs twitched with aftershocks. The only reminder that you were still on earth was Jason leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your neck.

“That’s it. Deep breath. Did so good for me, baby.” He cooed soothingly and pulled out.

You whined at the loss of him, feeling empty, but he quickly silenced you with a searing kiss. He watched with a proud grin as he leaked out of you, dripping down your inner thigh.

After you had calmed down enough to remember how to breath, Jason picked you up easily and began carrying you to the bathroom, his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Maybe I should make you angry more often.” You giggled.

He rolled his eyes at your remark, giving your nose a little kiss.

“Don’t even think about it.”

[jiyansthesis]

LEON KENNEDY (post-re4) x reader

summary — you and leon never thought what would lead to the two of you fucking would be a surprise zombie and an aphrodisiac

note — a little something i had in the drafts for a while. i was gonna post it when re4make came out but i totally forgot. might as well post it while im getting traction on my other leon post ^^

tags — smut, aphrodisiac, basically in public, rough, overstimulation, fem bodied reader, fem implied pet names

i am not responsible for any minors that interact + nsfw below the cut

not proofread

"we're gonna get our asses kicked," you groaned, focusing on the scope of your gun which you used to survey your surroundings.

"no, you're gonna get your ass kicked. i can hold my own," leon shot back, trailing ahead of you.

there was a red wash over the two of you as you ran down the hallway, attempting to look for some vials before they get destroyed by the zombies lurking around.

"you don't happen to know where these serums are, do you?" you questioned, a zombie coming out the shadows only for you to quickly aim and fire your gun at its head, it immediately flying backwards to land lifelessly on the floor. "this is like some bad game of whack-a-mole. except without the hammer. and the moles are zombies. and we could possibly die. i'm getting tired of it."

"do you ever stop talking?" he opened a door, revealing a room with cabinets of liquids and something that looked like a chamber with a glass window.

"adding a bit of fun into this mission, leon. i can't just walk around shooting zombies and not have something to say."

he grunted, and went over to the cabinets, grabbing a container of blue liquid.

"this is it. i'll get all of these, you keep watch." you nodded in acknowledgement, considering the fact that leon was your superior.

you peered out the hallway you had come from, saw that it was clear, and shut the door, locking it.

then you decided to go into the connecting room, just in case something was in there.

the red emergency light was still messing with your eyes, and so you turned on your flashlight, scanning the room.

there were more bottles of substances. but it didn't look like the blue ones leon was getting. these ones were a reddish-pink, and had a certain glow to them. you stepped closer to it to examine it, but you swung around as soon as you heard a growl. you unsheathed the dagger around your waist.

the blade lodged in the zombie's throat, your reaction time saving you as usual. it crumpled over, but bumped into the display, causing the cases to break.

you thought it was a liquid, but it was like you could see the cloud of fumes rise from the broken vials. quickly you put a hand over your mouth and nose and ran out the room, but not before you caught a whiff of the strangely sweet, almost sugary flower smell.

you shut the heavy doors behind you, and let out a gasp of air. leon looked towards you, hurrying over as you fell to your knees.

"hey, you alright? what happened?" he held onto your arms, lifting you up and placing you in an office chair.

"th-there was a zombie. i killed it and it. . . it bumped into these flasks of pink stuff." your hands went to wrap around your stomach, a cramp suddenly appearing.

"pink stuff?" he asked

"yeah," you grimaced with pain. "there was this thing that came out of the broken tubes. it was like a gas or something."

"and how are you feeling right now?"

you felt immensely uncomfortable. there was a cramp in your lower abdomen and it felt like something was dripping out of you. your legs squirmed, not liking the feeling of your wet panties.

"i can-can't explain it." you stammered out. you think you know what were in those things, but you didn't want to make it awkward for you and leon. of course, you've known him since raccoon city, and congratulated him when he came back with the president's daughter. but you knew damn well you guys weren't this close.

even if you desperately wished you were.

"it hurts there?" he gestured to your hand over your abdomen, you nodded.

"it might've been something toxic." he glanced around the room at all the computers, lucky enough to find one that was unlocked.

you heard him type away as you shut your eyes. the pain was becoming excruciating, and you didn't know why you felt your crotch throbbing.

not only that, but your thoughts were bunching up, and you couldn't think straight. what were you here for again?

"hey, i think i know what it is." you felt him nudge you. "but you might not like it."

"i think i know what it is too. doesn't take much thinking to find out." you winced as you shifted in your seat.

he raised an eyebrow. "you know?"

"it's obviously an aphrodisiac. there's no other explanation." you slurred out.

"well, it's not a normal one. normal ones wear off with time, but this one. . . you need something for it to wear off. or you might die."

"die!?" you exclaimed, ignoring the pain of you suddenly standing upright. this definitely cleared your mind. "for fucks sake, leon. i didn't want to die from a fucking drug today!"

he let out a breath of air. "it's easily fixable. but i need you to trust me." his voice got a bit more husky.

"i always trust you, leon." you assured him. he hesitated, and slowly lowered you back down on the seat.

his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your tactical pants. "may i?" he looked up to you. never in a million years would you have thought you'd have leon kennedy under you.

you could already tell what had to be done for you to get rid of this feeling, and you gave him the okay. well, at least you get to have one of your fantasies out the way while also avoiding death from aphrodisiac.

he pulled down your pants, quickly followed by your underwear.

"didn't think to tell me about what was happening down here?" he smirked. "you're so wet."

you whined at the cold air, and urged him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

he followed your request, and instead of inching in his fingers like you'd expected, he immediately latched onto your dripping cunt, and you arched your back.

"leon, fuck!" you moaned out, a hand immediately going to grab a handful of his hair.

he hummed in amusement, leading you to clench your thighs around his head. leon quickly moved his hands to grab your plush thighs and spread them apart, locking them in place no matter how hard you tried to escape it.

it was like he wasn't even thinking about the aphrodisiac. it was all for his and your pleasure, rather than as an extremely awkward and embarrassing task that had to be done. or he was just too good at the job at hand.

every stroke of his tongue had your legs shaking, and you pulled at his hair every time he sucked on your clit too hard. it felt like a few minutes before you felt the buildup of something in your stomach, quickly overshadowing the pain you had previously felt.

"leon, m' gonna-"

his hands left your legs and went straight to your pussy. "make a mess for me, baby," he said as your hips bucked up violently and you let out what was almost a scream.

you panted, and you thought that at this point you'd be satisfied, the pain would be gone, and the two of you could put this all behind you and go on your merry way.

but you were wrong. it was like it got even worse.

your thoughts were scrambled, and all you could think about was the bulge in his pants. and it definitely wasn't his gun.

"why'd you have to do. . . all that?" you stammered out. you also realized he called you baby. your cheeks became even hotter.

"can't get my gloves dirty. and i wanted a taste." he winked. "are you feeling better?"

you shook your head, involuntarily grinding against the seat. maybe if you imagined it was his thigh. . . you wouldn't have to ask him to fuck you senseless. you were already shameless enough, with the fact he had just finished eating you out like his final supper, and the effects of the aphrodisiac were not helping.

just the sound of his voice and his smell was enough to send you into a frenzy.

"do you need some more help?" he began unbuckling his pants.

"yes, need mo' help," you whined. you never thought what would get you into leon s. kennedy's pants would have to be a mystery sex drug in a science lab. if you knew, maybe you would've done this way beforehand.

you almost drooled at how big he was. you would've put your lips right around him at that moment, but he was already lining himself up with you entrance.

"you ready, princess?"

"jus' hurry up," you moved your hips closer to him, sliding the tip inside which caused you to whimper. deciding not to let you suffer any longer, he slammed the rest of his throbbing cock inside of you. with every thrust he did, you were a whining, blabbering mess.

"does that feel good?" he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you could tell that the effects of the drug were making you more sensitive.

"s' good leon," you threw your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. he was biting on your lips, his tongue occasionally slipping through your lips.

"i fucking love the sounds you make," he got out once the two of you broke away for air. it was like he was feral and had the aphrodisiac himself, pounding into you without giving you time to breathe.

"fuck, leon, don't stop," you could feel tears streaming down your face as your mouth gaped wide open to let out all your noises.

no doubt you were attracting monsters, but that didn't matter when you had this hot man you've been pinning for for years making you dumb on his cock.

he admired the way he had you already clawing for whatever you could grab a hold on, which was his back, and the look that you gave him.

he'd wanted to fuck you for so long, although that developed from him falling in love after the events in raccoon city. you'd kept him sane, believe it or not.

thank god he had this reason to finally have you under him.

"you gonna cum for me, yeah?" he began relentlessly hitting your g-spot, which had you screaming. he left open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you didn't answer. or well, you couldn't with how he practically fucked the breath out of you.

not receiving an answer, he quickly took you out the chair and placed you on top of the table. you whined as he pulled out, but were quickly shut up by him thrusting inside of you again.

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the new angle caused him to almost brush up against your cervix. his hand made its way to your tummy and pressed down on the slight bump, making your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

"hey, pretty girl. i want to hear everything." he persuaded you to place your hands to stabilize yourself on the office desk.

"i-mm, i think i'm gonna make a mess," you warned.

"you gonna come for me? good girl," he praised, and with those words he hungrily pressed his lips to yours, devouring your sounds of ecstasy as you convulsed with your climax.

you started feeling overstimulated, the pain and sensitivity mixing in with the pleasure.

"le-leon, jus' cum in me," you pleaded, feeling your third climax coming already. maybe it was because you were practically intoxicated, or it was because you haven't had sex in so long, but you were almost self-conscious about how short of a time it took for you to cum.

"yeah? you want me to fill you up baby? do i make you feel too good?" a pool of your cum was pooling on the desk.

"yes! wan' you to, wan' you to," you trailed off as he grunted and let out a few soft, low moans, and you felt a warmth seep inside of you.

slowly he pulled out, which still had you twitch, and he looked almost apologetic about that. he searched the place for something to clean you up with, before ripping a piece off an abandoned lab coat, and slowly wiping you up with it. the table on the other hand, required the whole coat to wipe up.

he helped you put your pants back on as you regained and put your thoughts back in order.

"holy shit, we're at least twenty minutes late from meeting up at the extraction point," you checked the watch on your wrist. the two of you scurry to grab all your things as well as what you came here for, and went on your out the building. leon then called chris, who was pissed about the time delay.

as you left, it was strangely silent, as if the two of you had scared the monsters away rather than attract them.

"never thought that'd ever happen," you admitted as the two of you made it outside and to the rendezvous.

"never thought i'd fuck you during a mission in the middle of nowhere." he agreed. "how about dinner later, pretty girl?"

"isn't it a bit late for that?"

"it's never too late to take a lady like you on a fancy date. you deserve it." he shouted as the wind from a helicopter overtook your hearing.

"hmm, i'll think about it!" you grinned, saluting. "nice work out there."

"if that was my real job, i'd be doing it all the time."

[prophecyofwinter]

Se Riña Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | VI

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys wishes to go back.

Tags | Angst, Slowburn (Hot&Cold), TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed, Reader is Self-serving, Terrible Sibling Dynamics, Fluff tags to be added

Special warnings | Violence against women, Incel-like behavior, descriptions of injuries

Word Count: 3.6k

Author Notes | I have put up a poll to get readers feel for a certain story direction, please give it a quick vote! Poll here

Prologue | Chapter V | | Chapter VII Masterlist

Chapter VI | Love Thy Sister

“What do you think of her?” Alicent asks her son, looking up at him from her cushioned seat. Alicent hoped by telling Aemond to take the girl for a walk she’d feel welcome enough for the time being. Even though she is legitimized as a Targaryen, she can leave at any time. If she does not feel welcome, she may take herself and her titles back to Volantis. Back to the whore house her mother is from and disgrace the Targaryen name just as her mother did, and the blame would be put on Alicent.

“I suppose she is a good conversationalist… as beautiful as they say her mother is.” Aemond looks down at her, he rubs his hand along his jaw. Aemond knows his duty that was forced upon him, Alicent does not doubt this. 

However, she has influenced him to have a greater distaste for bastards. Of course, she doesn’t expect nor want Aemond to put his biases to the side, but for the safety of the Targaryen name he must learn to push it down for her.

“Continue to keep her happy, if you wander-“ 

“I am not Aegon if that’s what you are implying.” Aemond interrupts her with one of his quips. Alicent rubs her temples with a sigh, in her mind she knows Aemond would never do such a thing, but you can never be fully sure with young men. Aemond places his hand on Alicents shoulder, bringing her out of thought and she looks back up at her son.

“She knows what she is and I can deal with that.”

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The sun has sunk below the horizon and you stand with your hands gripping the stone of your balcony. The light breeze pushes your loose hair to the side, tickling your cheeks. 

The past 5 days have been repeating each other, waking up, fitting into tight clothes that you still can’t get used to, breaking your fast alone, taking brisk walks through the gardens; you’ve taken to needlework to fill up your time, still not good at it. Ending your days eating dinner with Vaegon, he insists on sitting next to you instead of on the other side of the table, you’ve gotten tired of telling him otherwise. 

Your only real interactions have been with Aegon, he manages to find you in the gardens every day. It has become routine at this point. Small conversations where he stands a little too close and rests his hand on your lower back. Your brother was fuming behind the two of you, but alas there was nothing he could do. 

Perhaps Aegon simply got a kick out of your brother's reaction; in that case, you don’t mind at all. 

Aemond hadn't bothered to even acknowledge your existence. You haven't seen him, heard him, smelled him, tasted him, touched him. All your senses are absent of him! 

Your head had been so full of ideal situations, that you didn’t consider living an isolated life in a foreign land! You had to push down girlish thoughts and take charge for yourself!

“Are you done with your childish games sister?” 

You were knocked out of your thoughts by Vaegon resting his armor-covered hands on the back of your shoulders. You tensed up at the contact, your stomach instantly became uneasy. 

“Your fantasies didn’t work out. No prince to whisk you off your feet as we pretended when we were children. Only a maimed icy boy who doesn’t love you.” He begins to gently massage your shoulders. Disgust rises on your face with your fists so tight your nails may draw blood.

“And you do?” You do not turn to look at him, simply at the night sky.

“More than that freak could.” He laughs resting his chin on your shoulders and moves his hands to caress your arms. This pushed you far over the line. You turned around and pushed him back with full force, it didn’t do much but push him a foot back. Frustrated at this failed attempt you slap him making sure to claw his skin with your nails. 

You hadn’t meant to dig that deep. Vaegons scream was in true carnal pain, he held his cheek with blood flowing from between his fingers. You had scarred him from cheekbone to chin. You looked down to your hand and you could see the skin you tore off beneath your nails. You looked back at him in shock, your mouth went dry as you couldn’t think of any words to say. 

“You fucking cunt!”

You saw your brother's eyes turn from purple to black as he ran to grip your neck with both hands, knocking the wind out of you. He was crushing your throat and his hand armor was cutting deeply. 

“Va-vaegon plea-“ you begin to claw at his hands as you choke out words. 

“I will not come second to some pompous cunt! I have worked all my life to prove myself worthy of you! Yet you whore yourself out to the first cock that fills your self serving cunt.” He shook you around with gritted teeth, not seeming to care about the sting and blood from his cheek. “You stand there and mock me in the gardens and let that whore of a Prince touch you, am I the only one you won’t fuck?!”

Black spots started to form in your vision, he was trying to strangle you to death, and you could see it in his eyes. 

You whisper something weakly enough that he cannot make out. He leans in hopes of hearing words of submission to feed his sick fantasies.

You gargle up the saliva that you cannot swallow and spit directly into his ear. He instantly jumps back and pushes you away. He falls on his ass getting away from you. You erupt in laughter even when your spine makes contact with the stone balcony you laugh through the pain.

Vaegon is at a loss for words, tears start to form and threaten to fall down his face. Humiliation is all over his face, you have permanently scarred his face. Maimed him as he laughed at Aemond for being. This scar was not gained honorably, not in a battle, not because he was punished, not from protecting a damsel in distress. He gained nothing from it.

He let a woman, his sister, swipe him so brutally. It made him even less of a man in the eyes of everyone. 

No mother to comfort him, not even a whore to console him, the only person he had was his sister who was looking down on him.

Laughing at him. 

Your laughter died down, small giggles escaping your lips still. The lack of air to your head and raw adrenaline diluted the pain you should be feeling at the moment. You walked over to your brother, looking down at him as he looked down at you moments ago with his hands on your throat.

“I am greater than you now brother, you are still a bastard. I could have you hung and spiked on the walls. However, it breaks my heart to see you like this.” You say softly with a joking tone. Vaegon continues looking up at you with a rage behind his eyes.

“If it would serve as compensation. You can have the privilege of standing guard at mine and Prince Aemonds marital chambers on our wedding night. As a parting gift.” 

Vaegon instantly stands on his feet and scoffs with a baffled expression. Suddenly, the weight of his crimes against a noble hit him hard, and he rushed out of the room to escape to who knows where.

You stood there for a few moments, absorbing your grand victory. You didn’t care where he ran, who he ran to, what he was going to do after running. Your breath was heavy and your lungs began to feel like they were struggling to take air in.

Just as your adrenaline calmed down it rose back up with anxiety. You rushed over to your mirror and looked at your neck to see bruises already forming and where his armor had cut your neck. How could you explain this? Someone will see your bruises and see Vaegons cheek and put it together. 

You hadn’t noticed the tears running down your face until you looked in the mirror, you looked in disarray. 

The pain started to shock through your body, finally registering the violence Vaegon put onto you.

Your throat felt like it was closing up, the pressure from your corset made the rising bruise on your lower back hurt so badly you feared you might empty your stomach on the floor. 

You saw the blood trail on the floor and your eyes moved over to the balcony and there was a small pool of blood in plain sight. You looked around your chambers for anything to clean it up. You froze by the sound of knocking at your door followed by your door opening. 

You hear the sound of crashing and liquid splashing on the floor. Someone rushed to your side who you recognized to be Mela. She knelt by your sitting form and held your arms gently. 

“Princess! What happened?! Who hurt you?!” Mela attempted to talk calmly but the urgency of the moment raised her tone. 

You don’t know what happened, all of a sudden everything came crashing down onto you. You were crying so hard you couldn’t form any words, your throat and neck hurt even worse with all your heavy breathing. Stuttering out incoherent and unfinished sentences with hand gestures that meant nothing. 

Mela stood and held you close to your chest like a mother would, and you held onto her arms and cried. She yelled something at Ellyn and the girl rushed out of the room, the door left wide open potentially for anyone to see. The pain of being manhandled by Vaegon started seeping in and all of a sudden your whole body started hurting, you couldn’t tell where it was coming from; you only knew it hurt. 

“Shhhh, Let me see Princess.”

Mela lifted your chin and gasped at the state of your neck. She lightly touched one of the fresh bruises, even the lightest touch made you whimper and flinch away. You couldn’t breathe without pain shocking through your body which made you cry more so tears never stopped streaming down your face. 

A barrage of footsteps approaches the open door to see Mela holding your sobbing body. Immediately a maester is by your side, gently pushing Mela away to see your injuries. You close your eyes to think the pain away, and a few gasps follow when your neck becomes exposed. 

“Gods be good, who did this Princess?” The Maester touched around your neck to examine the damage. You couldn’t think, the feeling of eyes on you, the pain in your neck, the pain in your lower back tightened by a corset.

You claw at the back of your dress just wanting to tear it off. Mela stops your hands to pull you onto your feet, your groans of pain don’t stop her at all. Ellyn moves behind you to loosen the layers of your dress. You let out a deep sigh of relief when your corset is removed and your body almost fully collapses into Mela.

Your lower back is revealed with the removal of the corset and you hear gasps of sympathy from the other maids in the room. Mela has you against her in a way that your breasts aren’t revealed to keep some form of modesty, even if it’s just maids and a maester.

“Gods… what has happened here?!” Alicents voice sounded through the room, her voice painted with concern. 

“I’m not sure my Queen, she’s in too much pain. She won't speak.” The Maester said without turning to Alicent still looking around at the newly discovered bruise. The Maester leaves the room to hopefully get some kind of ointment or cream to soothe you.

You looked up at Alicent and she looked down at you, biting at the skin of her thumb. 

The small part of you that isn’t in pain feels humiliated, this was your triumphant moment over your brother. But here you are, crying so hard you can’t speak, naked from the waist up, multiple people gawking at your injured limp body. You can barely even listen to the people around you, blood is pumping through your ears. 

A nightgown comes over your head and you move your arms slowly to fill the armholes. By the feeling of the fabric you can tell it’s not one from Westeros, it’s one of your own from Volantis. With these, your back could remain open instead of being rubbed with cloth. You watch Alicent move her hand to caress your hair gently, looking at you with an expression you can’t make out. Sympathy? Pity?

Alicent leans down and murmurs something to you.

“Was this Aemond?”

You shake your head no and the queen lets out a sigh of relief and does one wipe of your cheek with her thumb. You made an earnest attempt to squeeze out any sound through your tightening throat.

“Vaegon-“ you pointed to the blood near the balcony, the hand you pointed with still had his blood and skin on your fingers. 

“Where is her brother? Find him!” Alicents voice rises to yell at the guards nearby. She leaves the room with haste to go off to who knows where. 

You are guided onto a couch deeper into your chambers to allow room for a maid with water and cloth to gently dab your neck. You try your best to contain your whimpers to not humiliate yourself further. Another maid grabs your hand with a wet cloth and cleans the hand you scarred Vaegon with.

After some time the Maester reentered the room with a jar of some kind of ointment. You hope the cream provides some instant comfort, anything to relieve your aches. Tears still streaked down your face, the pain still ever persistent, but you held your whimpers down still.

“Alright Princess, I’ve retrieved an ointment made of arnica. It should help with the aches and inflammation.” The Maester hands the ointment to Ellyn, she quickly replaces the maid behind you. You move your hair away to expose your neck.

Everyone besides Ellyn begins to make their leave to give you privacy now that their duty is done. You close your eyes and let out a sigh of relief when Ellyn starts to gently rub the bruised area on the back of your neck. However your eyes don’t stay closed for long; as the door opens for everyone to make their leave, a soft ‘My Prince’ in unison makes your eyes instantly open. 

Aemond enters the room with long strides, passing by servants without care. He was wearing his normal black leather, eyepatch, and sword still at his side. Ellyn stopped applying the ointment to stand up, and give a small bow to Aemond with a customary ‘my Prince’. 

“Mm. Give it here.” Aemond holds out his hand to be given the ointment. He scans the room to see the blood has not yet been cleaned up.

“Clean that up and make your leave.” He hums, Ellyn quickly hands him the jar and grabs a cloth. 

“Aemond...” You whisper to not force your voice. You jump at the feeling of Aemonds ungloved fingers applying ointment to the back of your neck. Aemonds touch struggles to be gentle, his hands are roughly textured, and you can tell he hasn’t had to be gentle with much before. 

“I caught him.” He said in a normal tone. You look to the side, your eye area red and cheeks still wet from your never-ending crying. A look of confusion grazed your face under your pained expression. 

“I walk in the gardens at night. I heard him yelling, I saw him push you. I figured he would run.”  Aemonds fingers moved to the side of your neck that was exposed to him.

“Do not take it as much. A bastard boy attacked a…Targaryen. A high crime, it was simply duty.” He talks like he doesn’t care, truly unreadable... Almost like the hardened guards that are on duty in front of the black wall in Volantis, but not quite that extreme.

But here he sits, doing his best to gently rub in ointment into the bruised necklace painted into your skin. You can’t help but give him a slight smile, Aemonds eye flickers up and moves right back down. 

Without being able to speak more than a word or two, you and Aemond sit in silence. Even when he turns you around to get the front of your throat.

You got the opportunity to look at his face closer than you ever had. Your eyes traced his red scar, your sight stopped by his eyepatch but it continued below; on down to his sharp strong nose which huffed out deep breaths occasionally; to his pink lips, straightened in focus. Of course, his most important features to you, his one good eye, a beautiful shade of purple, pointed down looking at your neck and ever so often flicked further down when he needed to get more from the jar. His platinum white hair was tucked behind his ears so he didn’t get any in his face while leaning down.

This wouldn’t last. You knew that. Soon he would remember reality and pull back once again.

“Turn back around, I have to get your back.”

Your view of Aemond is torn away by his hands twirling you back around. He makes a ‘mmm’ sound and rubs the excess on his fingers on the middle of your open back. Leaving you rather confused until he speaks.

“Your lower back is covered by your nightgown. I have to pull it down.”

You jump a little at the idea of being almost fully naked in front of him, even though the sheer fabric of your nightgown left nothing to the imagination and left most of your skin open to the air. It’s the implication of it all.

“Gods, Calm down. I will only be seeing your back, nothing I won’t see soon enough.”

Aemond pulls at the sleeves of your nightgown and slides it down as low as it can go as you are sitting down. Even though he is behind you and can’t see your breasts you feel the need to cover them with your arms, but you resist. 

Aemond starts to apply ointment once again, he presses a little too hard and a gasp gets caught in your throat, and flinch away. Aemond grasps your hips to still you and bring you back.

“I’m sorry. Let me try again.”

You nod and hope that he’s more gentle this time. This bruise was a single large long bruise straight across your lower back so it made it harder to comfortably touch it at all. He was as gentle as he could be, it would hurt regardless. 

You had to make it through the pain yourself. Focusing on making the pain go away in your head. The first thought that came to your head was how intimate this position felt compared to the others. The lower back felt like one of the more intimate locations to touch between two people. Yes, Aegon touches you there occasionally but you only allowed that because you knew Vaegon was looking. 

Aemond doing it felt different. Even if it was just him helping you. His touch brought pain with it but it still somehow got a shiver up your spine that was pleasant in its own way.

He applied the ointment rather quickly, you snapped out of your thoughts when he began to bring your nightgown back up your body and you slipped your arms through the strapped sleeves.

“You should sleep soon, you will heal faster,” Aemond spoke, rubbing your arms from the back. You froze when you felt his breath on the back of where your neck met your shoulder. Your heart starts beating fast as you can almost feel his lips disrupt the peach fuzz on your skin. 

Suddenly seconds later Aemond abruptly pulls away physically and emotionally, just as he did before. He stands and briskly walks to your chamber door, on his way he taps onto a table to put your attention to a goblet and pitcher. 

“Should aid with sleep.” 

You didn’t even get a chance to process anything. You swore you still felt his touch on your skin, it made you shiver. Aemond shut the door all but gently, leaving you alone with yourself. You sighed at the loss of touch and Aemond ran off once again.

You wouldn’t see Aemond for a few days once again.

You pushed yourself up onto your feet with a sharp pain. The ointment helped but it didn’t help with sudden movements. You hobbled over to the table Aemond gestured to. You studied it briefly before pouring the substance into the goblet. It was a cloudy blue color, you weren’t sure what to make of it. You reluctantly took a sip, your body wanted to reject it instantly. It tasted extremely bitter with an undertone of honey. It must’ve been put there for a reason so you at least finish the cup. 

Not being able to drink anymore you blow out the bigger lights in your chambers, leaving the smaller ones still lit. You started to feel drowsy, deciding to commit to lying down. Getting under the covers trying to get comfortable, you decided it was too hot under them and pushed them to the side to only cover part of your body. You found a single position that didn’t put extreme pressure on your bruises and instantly fell to sleep.

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Could I please request Casey Novak! She’s my all time favourite baby! Maybe something like how reader is Burning with hatred when the new friend Casey starts to be too touching and affectionate. You can make it angsty or how ever you like. A bit random but I dunno I’m feeling jealous lately I need to get it out of my system before it eats at me more .

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All yours, anon! I don't write a whole lot of angst, so this was fun! (Happy ending tho because of who I am fundamentally lol). Hope you enjoy! --illdowhatiwantthanks

With the Crack of a Bat

Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: violent thoughts on the part of the reader (not like murderous or deeply harmful or anything, but... we're definitely wishing ill-will), some angst, very vague references to sex, innuendo (please let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.3k

Summary: There's a new girl on yours and Casey's LGBTQ+ softball team, and you do not like how cozy she's getting with your girlfriend.

You sat fuming in the dugout, waiting your turn to bat, the heel of your cleat grinding repeatedly into the dirt-caked concrete. You weren’t usually a jealous person and, in the several months you’d been dating, Casey had done nothing to suggest that she was the kind of person who’d cheat on you. In fact, she’d done quite the opposite, proving herself again and again to be loyal to a fault.

But the new girl–Eloise–she made you more insecure than you’d been since high school. She was everything you weren’t. Lithe where you were stocky. Feminine where you were rough around the edges. Suave and easy and flirtatious where you were awkward and fumbling. In short, she would have been a popular girl. She was popular on the LGBTQ+ softball team. Even just in scrimmages, like today, both sides of your split team vied for Eloise to be their pitcher. She was the best. There was no way around it.

You hated playing catcher for her. She was more of a one-woman show than a team player. She often ignored your play calls. When she pulled it off, it paid off. But you’d allowed more than one stolen base because she threw where you weren’t expecting and you missed the catch.

But today, you’d discovered something you hated even more than playing catcher for her: Casey playing first base for her. Every strikeout, every tag-team play, they were all over each other. Chatty as could be. Hugging, cheering, lingering high-fives. It made you livid. But if you’d examined your anger, you would have found that what it really made you was scared. Scared that Casey would like Eloise more than you because, let’s be honest, what’s not to like?

You swung your bat, letting your shoulders and hips get loose as you waited on deck. A tip of the ball from the batter in front of you–a grounder to Eloise, who scooped it up and tossed it wildly to Casey. It would have been an easy throw to miss, but Casey bent and stretched for it, tagging the runner out at first with only seconds to spare.

Eloise whooped and the two came together for a high-five.

“Hell yeah, Novak,” Eloise called, smacking her ass. You felt your jaws clench. “Gotta love a girl who knows how to bend.” She spoke a little too loud, a little too pointed, especially as you approached the box. She wasn’t even being sly about it anymore. It’s like Eloise was goading you, teasing you, as if she was saying without saying, I could take your girl. Easy.

You took a deep breath and focused. Focused all your rage, all your insecurity, all your desperate love for Casey that felt suddenly so very tenuous, and held it all in your twisted grip on the bat. You exhaled slowly, blood pumping loud in your ears, tensed and ready for Eloise’s pitch. And when it came–wham. You sent it flying–straight into Eloise’s left boob. The thwunk was so unbelievably satisfying, you had to wipe the smile off your face before anyone noticed. Eloise doubled over, clutching her chest, stumbling into the dirt on the pitcher’s mound. The rest of the fielders ran to her.

What you really wanted was to victoriously round the bases, but that seemed in bad taste, so you dropped your bat and walked over to the pitcher’s mound, too.

“Oh my god, Eloise,” you said, trying your best to sound sincere. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all good,” she groaned, taking Casey’s hand and grasping it as she pulled herself to her feet.

You frowned as you watched Casey support Eloise with an arm around her back. This was backfiring. This was not going the way you’d planned. Softball practice effectively dissipated as one of the girls got Eloise some water and another dumped hers to make a makeshift ice pack for her to hold on her chest.

After making sure Eloise was okay, Casey turned to you, glaring. You shrank. This was really not going as planned.

“Get your shit,” Casey said, her voice harsh and flat. “Let’s go.”

You silently gathered your things and followed her to the car, scared by her tone, scared by the fact that she didn’t take your hand on the way to the car like she always did, scared that she seemed well and truly mad–a rarity for Casey.

“Case–” you started, as you both climbed into the car and slammed the doors.

“What the fuck was that!?” she yelled, brows furrowed, face red. “The rest of the team might not know, but you and I know exactly how good your aim is with a bat. That was not an accident, Y/N.”

You were quiet, head bent, trying not to cry. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Casey shook her head. “What is your deal with her!? You’ve been acting so weird since she joined the team.”

“I’ve been acting weird!?” you shot back, surprised by your own anger. “You’ve been weird. She’s all over you, Casey. She flirts with you constantly. In front of me. And you just… let her!”

Casey looked at you with genuine shock. “What are you talking about?!”

You dashed away a few angry tears that slid down your cheeks. “She’s… she’s so fucking pretty and cool and strong and you clearly like her and I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry. It was dumb.”

“Y/N,” Casey said, her voice cooling a bit. “I like Eloise as a friend. That’s it.”

“Well,” you sniffed. “She likes you as more than a friend. And she acts like it.”

You let out a shaky breath, jumping a bit when you felt Casey’s hands on the side of your warm face. You glanced at her and saw that she was fighting off a smile, her eyebrows raised.

“You’re jealous,” she said, savoring the word, letting it linger. “Is that what this is about?”

You blushed furiously, looking pointedly at the door handle. “I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid.”

Casey sighed, then chuckled a bit, brushing her thumb against your cheekbone. “It’s kind of cute actually. But, Y/N, honey…” She turned your face so you had to look her in the eyes. “I am not flirting with Eloise. I will make it clear to her that I’m in a relationship. Maybe she just didn’t know.”

You had your doubts about this, but you decided to keep quiet about it for the time being.

Casey continued. “But unless she doesn’t respect that boundary, I still want to be friends with her. Okay? You can’t ask me to not be friends with people because you’re jealous.”

You nodded and sighed. “I know. But if she keeps flirting with you anyway?”

“If she keeps coming on to me, I will cut it off. I promise.”

You sighed, grinding your teeth.

“Baby,” Casey said, pressing her forehead to yours, both of you heady with the scents of ballpark dust and sweat and the leather of your gloves. “I can assure you I do not talk to Eloise or anyone else the way I talk to you. Or touch them the way that I touch you.”

You shuddered as she brushed her lips against yours.

“She’s not even my type,” Casey finished, her mouth mere centimeters from yours.

“And what’s your type?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“You.” And then she kissed you. She kissed you with so much fervor, so much passion, as if she couldn’t communicate how yours she was with mere words, so she had to use her lips instead. And you knew then–just as deep down you’d always know–that Casey wasn’t flirting with anyone else. She wasn’t looking at anyone else. She certainly wasn’t doing this with anyone else. Casey was yours. And you were hers. And you’d do anything and everything to keep it that way.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

My Ride or Die - Part 2

Plot: Noah is your husband. Five years ago, he killed a man that was attacking you. The judge ruled that, since he shot him several times after he already had been stabbed by you, it was no longer self-defense. He got twenty years, and that was two and a half years ago. After the conjugal visit for his birthday, you visit him, bringing food and other presents to help him keep warm on cold nights.

Pairing: Noah x Female Reader

Word Count: 2601

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tags: fluff, bit of angst, convict!Noah, masturbation, mentions of suggestive pictures.

Author’s note: betaed by the amazing @rottingfern. Sorry for the long wait, but you know, life gets in the way of writing sometimes, and I wanted to polish this one as much as I could. Let me know how I did, and hope you enjoy.

It had been exactly a week since you last saw Noah. You definitely needed a bit more recovery before thinking about having wild sex again, the ache between your legs still dully moaning, but you two were happy to see each other nonetheless.

The room was busy with spouses and kids that came to visit other inmates. Noah sat alone as he waited for you, but he quickly rose up when he saw you approaching. You greeted him with a quick hug and a peck on the lips and sat in front of him, putting the bag you were carrying on the bench beside you.

“How are you, my love?” you asked.

“Not bad. Better than most days now that you are here,” he said.

“I brought you some presents,” you said, taking the items out of the bag. “Here’s your sandwich,” you began, pushing it to him. He unwrapped it with an excited smile and began scarfing it down. “Slow down, honey, or it’s gonna hurt your stomach,” you told him.

“Sorry,” he said, chewing slower.

“I also brought you some extra underwear and socks,” you continued, putting the paper bag on the table.

“Nice!”

“The shampoo and deodorant you like…” you listed, taking them out of the bag too and placing them beside the underwear, “and a belated birthday present!” you announced, handing him the wrapped package.

“They let you bring that without opening it first?” he asked, skeptical.

“I told them it was a present, so they did me a favor” you told him, shrugging it off like it was nothing. You knew the schedule of the guard who had a soft spot for you and you fully took advantage of that, though you’d never tell that to Noah. “They ran it through the X-ray machine, with the rest of the stuff,” you assured him.

“No metal file or spoon hidden, then,” he joked.

“No, sorry,” you replied, chuckling as he finished unwrapping the book: it was a hardback copy of High Magick (A Guide to The Spiritual Practices That Saved My Life on Death Row), by Damien Echols. “Don’t take off the plastic just yet,” you whispered. He nodded. “I am sure you will find it a very interesting reading,” you added, in a normal tone.

“Thank you, baby,” he said, taking your hands and quickly kissing your knuckles.

You smiled at him and he smiled back at you, letting go of your hands before the guard could decide that it was too much physical contact and end the visit early.

“How’s it going with that newbie? Did he bother you again?” you asked, trying to make some small talk.

“Nah. It’s all good now, he learned his place,” he replied, finishing the sandwich. He let you clean his mouth with the paper napkin.

“Good.”

“I received your letter yesterday, by the way” he told you.

“They took their sweet time reading it, didn’t they?” you fumed.

“I’m sure the warden loves your prose, and the poems. I certainly do,” he said. “I especially loved the lines that said ‘My heart is a bird/ that every night takes flight/ to you and guards your sleep’, and ‘I dream of your hands around my waist, / your breath on my neck, / your heat inside mine, / and our hearts beating in sync’”.

“I wasn’t too inspired with the rhymes in that last one,” you said, grimacing.

As much as you didn’t feel any embarrassment for the words you wrote to Noah, you didn’t want them repeated to you. Creative writing was an outlet your therapist recommended, as were the dabbles in poetry, but you didn’t fancy yourself a poet. Noah was the poet and the musician, not you.

“By the way, do you need another notebook?” you asked.

You had given him a pretty notebook when he entered prison so he could annotate whatever he wanted, and you knew he had been using it as a sort of journal and to write his lyrics and compose his music. A month before the anniversary of his first year locked up, he had requested a new one. You had bought one with more pages that time. He was on notebook number three now.

“No, I still haven’t filled the last one. I will tell you when I need a new one, but thanks for asking,” he said, smiling. “How are you, baby? How are things at work?”

“I’m fine. Before I forget, I have a new manager now, a lady in her fifties - the old one was fired because Shelly reported him to HR for attempted grooming,” you explained. Shelly was your only underage coworker, a sixteen-year-old girl who was still in high-school. “Anyway, the new one is very nice, and upon learning about you, she told me she has a son in prison.”

“In here?” he asked.

“No, he’s in another facility. He committed tax evasion and had a money laundering scheme going on. He got mixed with the wrong crowd, apparently,” you informed him. “They don’t see each other that much, but she writes him letters every week. She told the whole team that my visitation days are sacred and that if anyone needs a change of schedule, to try anyone else, because I am not available,” you finished smiling.

“I already like her,” he said, containing a laugh.

“She also said you were very handsome ‘despite all that ink’”, you told him, marking the quotations in the air. “She’s kind of old-fashioned regarding tattoos.”

“Tell her I said thank you for the compliment,” he replied. “And that I don’t take offense to her not liking my tattoos.”

“Will do!”

“I have something for you,” he said, taking a square envelope from under his ass. “I recorded it with the boys. I want you to be the first to listen to it,” he said, as you took the CD out of the envelope. You smiled, looking at the title and all the signatures.

“I feel honored, honestly,” you said, immediately putting it in your purse. “I’ll listen to it tonight, though it might take me a while to write an in-depth review.”

“Don’t worry about that, we can wait. The boys send their regards, by the way,” he said.

“Tell them I said hi back. I’m so happy you made friends here! And Nick… well, I am not happy that he is in prison too, but… at least you already had a friend the day you arrived, you know?” you said.

“I was relieved to see a familiar face the first day, I’m not gonna lie,” Noah admitted.

“By the way, I spoke with the lawyer…” you began.

“No,” he snapped, cutting you off.

“But I would just spend two years, and your sentence would be reduced -” you began.

He grabbed your wrists.

“Look at me: we already talked about this, and I won’t let you spend a single day behind bars. I fired the gun, I take the blame,” he said, holding your gaze intently.

“But…” you tried to argue. While you recognized and were grateful for his sacrifice, you didn’t want him to spend so much time behind bars. You thought you were strong enough to endure two years if that meant he got to be free earlier. Why wouldn’t he let you do that for him? You loved him just as he loved you; why shouldn’t you sacrifice in return?

“No buts,” he said, putting a finger over your lips. “I heard what the guards do to the female inmates in prison and I won’t let you go through that to shave five years off my sentence,” he said, finally releasing your hands. “End of discussion.”

 “Okay. I love you so much, Noah!” you said after a pause, on the verge of tears.

 “I love you too, baby. Now, don’t cry! You know I hate to see that here,” he said, and you knew he was right: the crying was best reserved for when no one could see, because any sign of weakness on your part could reflect badly on him. You took a deep breath and smiled at him. “That’s better. Do you have an appointment with your therapist this week?”

“Yeah, this afternoon,” you nodded. You had taken notes to talk to your therapist about his response to your proposal, whatever his response would be, though you didn’t expect him to agree, honestly.

“Good. Tell her I enjoyed the books she recommended.”

“That one is also a recommendation from her,” you said, lightly tapping the Damien Echols book. “The extra material is all my idea, though,” you whispered. He arched an eyebrow, questioningly. “You’ll see.”

Not long after, you had to end the visit. With another quick hug and light peck on the lips, you said goodbye to him. On the way back home, you put the CD in the player of your car and listened to it. The lyrics were so beautiful and his voice sounded so clear, like he was beside you, that you had to pull over to the side of the road for a couple of minutes while you let the tears finally flow.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” a voice asked. You lifted your gaze to find a police officer standing by the side of your car. You rolled down the window and stopped the music. “Are you injured?”

“No, sir, I am fine. I just got emotional and… I needed a moment.”

“I see. What was that band, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh! That was Bad Omens; it’s my husband’s band. They’re on Spotify, I think.”

“They sound good, I’ll give them a listen. If you are better now, I suggest you go on your way,” he said.

“Yes, sir. Thank you for your concern.”

Every lawyer you ever spoke to always told you the same thing: if you’re ever stopped by a police officer, be polite and don’t let them know you have a spouse in prison, because they will look at you differently and there’s a chance they won’t be nice to you upon learning that fact.

You continued your way and arrived home in time to prepare a meal for yourself, feed the cat and go to your therapist appointment.

Meanwhile, Noah was in his cell, unwrapping the book from its plastic. He noticed an envelope taped to the back cover. He opened it to find several pictures. Eight of them were of you, recreating some pin-up posters; hot, but nothing that could be considered pornographic. The ninth, tenth and eleventh were more risqué, something that could be classified as artistic nudes, but the twelfth…

He took the picture number 12 in his hands, looking at it closely. It was a close up of your nude chest, focusing on the tattoo over your sternum. Your nipples were not in frame, but he knew your breasts far too well, so he was able to complete that image mentally.

He carefully picked up the other photographs and put them back in the envelope. He then taped this one to the metal frame of the bunk bed above him and slid a hand in his pants. His mind was already racing, conjuring the image of you naked beside him, kissing him and touching him with light fingers.

“This one’s for you, baby” he muttered, stroking his cock.

Not shortly after he was finished, Nick leaned into the cell.

“Dude, what are you doing? We’re waiting for you in the music room!” he said.

“What?”

“Did you forget we scheduled a rehearsal for today?” Nick asked, entering the cell.

“Yeah, sorry…”

“Were you reading?” Nick asked, seeing the book next to Noah. “Is it any good?” he wanted to know, picking it up.

“Give it back!”

But it was too late: Nick had already seen the envelope and was inspecting its content.

“Oh, I see! You weren’t reading, you were jerking off in her honor” he laughed. “To be fair, I also do it in her honor sometimes,” he joked.

“Not funny, bro! Not funny.” Noah replied, snatching the book from him. “It’s my wife you’re talking about.”

“Sorry. Is something wrong between you two?” Nick asked, suddenly serious.

“No. She tried to bring up the appeal, thinks she should take part of the blame,” he said. “I told her she can forget about it, and I hope this time she listens. I understand where she comes from, but I love her far too much to let her do it.”

“And she loves you far too much not to try to convince you,” Nick pointed out.

“I guess so…”

“She does. I mean, she risked flirting with the guy at the entrance to bring you this, didn’t she?” Nick said, pointing at the book.

“What do you mean?”

“Rumor says that if you don’t want something to be too closely inspected, you compliment the guard at the entrance. Works like a charm if you’re a pretty woman, or at least that’s what my cousin said,” Nick told him. “Those pictures? They would probably be considered porn and confiscated. She’s a criminal mastermind, dude.”

“Yeah, sure,” Noah said, amused, but his laughter quickly died on his lips, as the implications of what Nick just told him sank in: you had taken too many risks for him and his pleasure, more than he was comfortable with. He sighed; his beautiful, smart and reckless wife! What was he going to do with you? “You will get out before me. Would you keep an eye on her for me?”

“Sure, dude. She’s my friend too, you know?”

Noah knew you also corresponded with Nick and talked to him on the phone. Past benders aside, you two were close enough for Nick to call you a friend. Knowing his friend, Nick was likely the one to suggest the fiery red lingerie to her as a birthday surprise, and if his suspicion was correct, Noah was very grateful to him.

��Thank you.”

“No need to thank me yet. We’re still both in this shithole, so maybe we could go to the music room now and rehearse?”

“Sure.”

That Saturday, while you were watching a movie, your phone rang. It was a collect call from jail, which you quickly accepted.

“Hey, baby!” Noah’s voice greeted you through the line.

“Hi! How are you? Is everything okay?” you asked, straightening yourself up on the couch. He didn’t seem distraught, but he was in jail after all, you could never be sure.

“Everything is as okay as it can be. I just wanted to hear your voice,” he said. “Oh, I have begun with your present. You were right, it’s a very interesting reading.”

“Did you enjoy the extras?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah! Thank you, baby.”

“By the way, I almost finished analyzing the record,” you told him. “I have the last two songs left and the conclusions, and I will have a full review, song by song.”

“You know you don’t have to do that, right?” he said.

“I know, but I like doing it, and I like to think that my reviews are useful for you guys, you know? To have a listener’s perspective,” you replied.

“Of course they are useful!” he assured you. “I just say it’s not an obligation,” he clarified.

“I know, and it doesn’t feel like it,” you swore.

“Okay. I need to go now, but I love you. Sweet dreams, baby,” he said.

“Sweet dreams, my love! I love you too,” you replied, and he hung up.

The next conjugal visit couldn’t come fast enough.

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 18

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @starry-eyed-wild-child

Sicky rubbed the back of his neck as Y/n looked at him sternly. He knew the jig was up and if he wanted to keep his balls, he would have to come clean.

"Look it's not the kids fault. Leff and I were messing with him-"

"Messing with him how?" She kept her arms crossed firmly against her chest trying to calm herself down.

"I was ribbing him a little because I saw you guys were chatting it up and Leff might have said a few...unsavory things." Sicky knew she was going to lose it.

"Sick...what did he say?" She pressed fuming.

"He said that you made your rounds with the lot of us. He may have also said you were an escort and not a stripper." Sicky watched her eyes turn dark.

Y/n felt her body vibrating with anger as she grabbed her coat from behind the bar and stormed out. Sicky chased after her.

"Come on love, it's not that bad. He was just messing with him." Sicky tried for defend.

"Yeah at my expense. I don't get you guys. I worked my ass off for him and this is how I'm treated? For fucks sake." Y/n hissed.

"It's not like that. He's just messing around-"

"What is the problem if I do like Mike? Why is that such a bad thing? Am I so horrible? What have I done to either of you that would warrant the disrespect I'm being met with, not even to my face like either of you have a set." She spat at him.

"Have you actually been messing around with him? I thought you were just teasing him." Sicky asked grabbing her arm to stop her.

"If I was, it's none of your business or Leff's. He's a grown ass man and I'm a grown ass woman. What we do with one another doesn't concern anyone!" She pressed and Sicky sighed.

"I'm sorry love. I didn't know you actually liked him." Sicky was sincere. She shook her head at him.

"You're still on my shitlist." She got in her car and headed towards Leff and Mike's place to find the front door was actually unlocked. She opened the door and found the girl from the bar straddling Mike's lap.

"Y/n...what...what are you-" Mike started to stutter but as her anger boiled over, she crossed the room quickly, watching as the girl rolled off of him. He put his hands up like he was trying to get her to calm down but she threw a punch into his right eye so hard, he fell to the floor next to the bed.

"SERIOUSLY?! You thought I fucked Leff and Sicky?! How could you possibly be so fucking stupid." Y/n yelled.

"I thought-" He groaned from the floor, holding his eye.

"You thought wrong! You should have just asked me instead of letting those assholes get into your head. I can't believe you would stoop this low." She gestured to the girl who had the sheet wrapped around her.

"I didn't know what to think! You keep turning me down when I ask you out for a real date! You only hook up with me so I figured maybe they were trying to tell me you didn't do relationships." Mike defended.

"So you hope into bed with the first bitch who eye fucks you into thinking she's not going to rob you blind." Y/n pointed at the girl who was clutching her purse.

"What? She's not-" Y/n snatched the girls purse and dumped it on the floor, Mike's cellphone, wallet, flask and a bag of his weed scattered out.

"BITCH!" The girl shoved Y/n and she glared like she had no problem punching a hole into the girls face.

"Get out!" She yelled at her and she grabbed her purse and ran out still clutching his sheets. Mike sat up against the cabinet and sighed.

"Y/n...I made a mistake." Mike kept a hand on his eye as it throbbed.

"Yeah you did. Hope it was worth it." She turned on her heel and ran into Sicky as he came to a halt at the door to see the scene that had unfolded.

"You didn't kill the boy did you?" He saw Mike on the floor holding his eye. Y/n put her hands up letting him know not to touch her. She was ready to implode which meant she needed to get away as soon as possible before she ended up arrested. Sicky looked down at Mike as he brought his knees up to his chest. He took his hand away from his face and Sicky made a face.

"Jesus fuck...that's gonna leave a mark." Sicky walked over to his fridge and tossed him a bag of frozen corn that Mike had gotten for this very purpose because of a fight he had gotten into with Leff when he first moved in. He slapped the bag of corn on his face and hissed in pain.

"It'll be okay. She'll work it out but you've got a lot of ass kissing to do." Sicky clapped a hand on his shoulder. Mike looked at him annoyed but appreciative that he wasn't alone to deal with this.

Sicky was right though. He was going to have to pull out all the stops just to get her to talk to him again. He felt like an idiot. Not only did he let Leff and Sicky get into his head but he let himself get distracted enough to almost get robbed. He needed to get his shit together.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: I am eternally sorry this has taken so long and I beg your forgiveness- what better way than with a chapter called: Forgiveness. I've had a massive break from writing and this is completely unedited so please bear with me here

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: cute things ahead? internalised homophobia

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz, @grumpy-liebgott @b00ks1ut (let me know if y'all still want to be on here, its been ages i know)

Made of Glass

Chapter twenty seven: Forgiveness

The time had come to fix things with Toye. 

Birdie knew he was still upset with her, rightfully so. She knew she needed to talk to him and clarify, he was her best friend after all. 

That afternoon, after she finally got rid of Luz who had followed her round making quips at her NOT date, Birdie sort out her pal. He was fairly easy to find, predictably, he had chosen to spend his day off working out. Blowing off his upset with her as he ran laps around one of the designated PT fields. 

He noticed her standing at the edge of the grassy field. Usually Toye would stop and chat to her or slow down so she could jog beside him, today; he kept running, right past her without changing his speed. This is how she knew he was still quietly fuming.

Birdie followed after him, picking up her speed to a jog which quickly became a run after noticing he wasn’t slowing down for her. 

She knew he was aware of her following behind him. She knew he was ignoring her on purpose. She knew it would take a lot of sucking up to repair the riff she had caused. So she continued to run after him, showing him she was dedicated to fixing their friendship. 

They ran several laps of the field, not slowing in pace which almost winded Bernadette. So when Toye finally slowed to a stop, Birdie was panting and puffing, near death.

“I thought we were friends.” Toye began, breaking the silence. Birdie was not ready for this conversation, still bent over trying to catch her breath but she couldn’t ignore him now. 

“We are!”

“Why didn't you say anything before leaving? After Harr-” He cut himself off, not wanting to open that can of worms. Taking a deep breath, he spoke up again, “I was scared something happened to you.” Toye had lowered his tone, stepping closer to her as if his worry was a secret. Birdie didn’t answer him, she wasn’t really sure what to say to calm him so she just allowed him to say his piece.

“And then, Popeye told me you were whisked off by Liebgott. Popeye! I had to hear that from Popeye! My own best friend and fuckin’ Popeye knew before me.” He was back to raising his voice, arms flailing around to prove a point. Luckily no one was around to hear so it didn’t really matter if he yelled a little. 

“I’m sorry, Joe-” The woman began but was quickly silenced.

“Don’t even get me started on Liebgott! What the hell, Birdie?” Joe’s eyebrows were furrowed, he didn’t have a lot of love or respect for the Californian man. The way he had iced Birdie out and talked about her behind her back in the early days of Toccoa had rubbed Toye the wrong way. Even in the first weeks when none of the men were on speaking terms with Bernadette, Toye had admired her, he never joined in with the bets, name calling or speculations about the Easy company lady and he didn’t respect the men who did. 

“Joe…” Birdie said softly, she wanted to reach out and hug him. She truly hadn’t meant to upset him so much but she also knew this was about more than him hearing news through the grapevine. There was something deeper to his upset.

Bernadette gave him a moment as he took deep breaths, partially from the intense cardio workout and partially because of his emotions. He inhaled sharp and shaky which was Bernadette’s indication to stay quiet, whatever he was about to say was needed, Toye needed to get it off his chest and tell her.

“When-” He let out a sigh, pausing to restart his sentence, “It felt like that day all over again.” He started, his eyes downcast to the grass unable or unwilling to make eye contact while he spoke these words. “I really thought it was you, you know?” 

That sentence gave her chills. She knew which day he was referring to, she knew what event he was speaking about. They had never discussed it, not properly. As always Toye and Birdie had brushed off their true feelings, bottled them up and pretended everything was normal. 

He typically wasn’t one for words, he comforted silently, he checked on her mutely. He didn’t have to say much, it was like they could read each other's minds, so they didn’t need to speak out loud. And Birdie appreciated that, it was nice to have someone who treated her normally and not like a little girl who was going to have a breakdown and needed to be handled with care. 

But now, all those conversations they pushed aside were coming out. Stuff they never openly discussed but should have. 

“And, you didn’t even tell me…” Toye looked down, these words were lighter, not as serious or heartbreaking. She quickly realised Toye was trying to change the subject and shift the atmosphere 

“Tell you what?” Bernadette was unsure of what he wanted to talk about because he usually didn’t. He didn’t push her to bring things up or ask lots of questions, he told her what he wanted her to know. He shared what he was willing to share and Birdie never pushed him for more, she didn’t want to overstep the boundaries of their friendship. 

“About Luz…” His gaze went back to her, “I know you know, we talked. He told me everything.” Oh. Oh. He and George had talked? When did that happen? Damn, she was missing some vital information, maybe being open about everything was best.

“I was waitin’ for you to come to me.” She spoke honestly, she didn’t want to press him if he wasn’t ready to talk about certain things. Yes, she knew Luz had some level of feelings for her best friend but she had promised not to betray the trust he had put in her. And a promise was something she took very seriously. 

“But you went to him.” It finally clicked for Birdie why Joe was so cut up. He knew that she was aware of the feelings between the two men but she hadn’t said anything to him, instead she had gone to George, chatted and comforted and been there for him, something Joe had recently realized he wanted. 

He wanted to share his private life with someone, he wanted to open up and talk to her. Joe wanted her advice about the jokester and how to proceed. Having never been in this kind of situation before and found himself needing her, his best friend. 

“I just feel like you’re keeping things from me. A lot of things.” Toye straightened up his posture, putting on his tough man bravado. 

“Well let’s not.” The woman’s voice was cheery and she bounced on her feet, a large smile making its way onto her face. The stiff uncomfortable conversation from before was now forgotten, it was clear that whatever little riff between them was mended.

“Huh?” Her sudden change of demeanor confused him. 

“Let’s not keep stuff from each other. We obviously have a few things to catch up on. You tell me everything and I’ll tell you everything. No exceptions. I’ll ask you the most intrusive questions and you have to answer. You’ll be so sick of me, it’ll be great.” The grin never left her face. 

Birdie didn’t really give him a chance to reply, she linked arms with the taller man and pulled him along so they could find somewhere quiet to catch up and gossip. Toye dragged his feet as he walked next to her, rolling his eyes and pretending he hated the thought of chatting like bored housewives, but he couldn’t help his lips curving into a smile. 

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“Well, if Nixon hadn’t been there… would you have?” Toye hinted at his meaning, not yet comfortable enough to speak the words aloud. 

The pair were sitting, side by side at the head of the man’s bed. With no one around they could speak freely and share their deepest secrets without worry of being overheard.

“I- well… I don’t really know. Maybe.” She thought about it, “Probably.” Birdie shrugged. 

“What?” He prodded, knowing there was more.

“What?” But she played dumb. 

“What else? You promised to tell me everything, remember?” Toye stated matter of factly. He was right, of course but that didn’t stop Birdie from rolling her eyes and huffing before she answered, 

“He was… weird.”

“Weird how? When?” Joe was enjoying the gossiping more than he thought he would, he wanted to know every little detail about her time with Joey. Yes, he had teased her immensely for that. 

“This mornin’… at breakfast… and kinda last night when Winters left the room. He was…. hmmm, distant?” It wasn’t exactly the right word but she could think of another to describe the Californian man. 

“How so?”

“Just… quiet.”

“Liebgott quiet? Yeah, that is weird.” Toye snorted, a grin breaking out on his face. 

“Oh, shut it!” Birdie's words were serious, although she couldn’t help her lips from mirroring his, grinning wide. 

“Maybe… and I can’t believe I’m saying this… Maybe you two just need to talk. Be honest. Ask him why he’s being weird.” Joe supplied, gently shrugging like it was the simplest thing to do. 

“But what if-” She was cut off by her best friend.

“You can spend your whole life saying ‘what if’... but then you’ll never know.”

“That’s… strangely profound.” The southern lady was pleasantly surprised by her friend's words. 

“You saying I’m not smart?”

“NoOo.” She sing-songed, making a face at Toye, one that he copied. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…wise.”

“So, you are calling me dumb.” 

“Shut up, genius.” Birdie smirked at the man, pushing her shoulder into his playfully, “And now you.”

“Me?” It was his turn to play dumb.

“Tell me all about you and Luz.” Birdie curled up next to the man while he began his story. 

“Okay well, it started……”

————(flashbacks)————

“Just get me a drink.” Some instinct inside of Toye had grabbed at the front of the shorter man’s jacket and pulled him close. And now, mere inches from Luz’s face, a feeling swirled in the pit of his stomach. 

Joe didn’t miss those big brown eyes flickering down to his lips but it surprised him nonetheless. 

“Hell of an idea.” George’s own lips broke into a grin as he procured a full to the brim beer for the man in front of him. 

Toye quickly remembered where they were; in a room full of their peers. Like a light switch he clicked, remembering he had brought Birdie with him to the bar. He kept his head straight but subtly peeked at her from his peripheral vision. 

She had seen it. 

Whatever little exchange had happened between him and the jokester was witnessed by the easy company woman. Joe mentally prepared himself for a meaningful conversation with his best friend, surely she would bring it up with him at some point. 

He barely had a second to enjoy the drink before the room was called to attention. 

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The SS Samaria was stuffy. 

Toye had noticed the shift in atmosphere, thick with tension especially after the row with Guarnere and Liebgott. It seemed to set everyone’s emotions alight whether they were Jewish or not. 

Joe wasn’t usually a big talker, so staying quiet and keeping out of any more drama was easy for him. If something did begin to unfold, Toye would head out to get some fresh air. 

Bernadette had shown him an unused spot on the deck that she would escape to when tensions were high and he had somewhat adopted the place for himself. He had run into her a few times and they would sit together, talking but more often than not he would be alone, sitting in silence and enjoying the peace. 

This was one of those times.

So when Toye heard distant footsteps, he naturally assumed they belonged to the southern girl. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” Well, that certainly wasn't a southern woman's voice. Confused, Toye turned to find the owner. When the shorter man with deep brown hair and matching chocolate eyes came into his vision, the taller man froze up. 

“Let me guess… Birdie showed you this spot, didn't she?” Luz mused, taking a seat next to Toye. The man from Philly couldn't help but notice how close the pair of them were, he could feel warmth radiating off the shorter man.

“Uh… yeah.” Toye was doing everything he could to keep his mind off the man he sat next to, but it was easier said than done. The images of their faces being so close he had felt Luz’s hot breath mix with his replayed in his head like a movie. All other thoughts left his brain and all he could focus on was George’s mouth.

His pink tinted lips moved so smoothly, creasing and curving with ease- wait a second, they were moving as if the shorter man was speaking. But Toye hadn't been listening.

And now, Luz was looking up at him like he expected an answer. Joe’s heart raced and his cheeks warmed, he was too busy picturing this man’s soft lips on his and forgot to listen. 

Guilt crept through his body, not only was he neglecting a friend’s attempt at conversation but he was also having troublesome thoughts about him. What would Luz think if he had heard Toye’s unorthodox desires? 

“Cat got your tongue?” George teased, nudging his shoulder against Toye’s and bringing him out of his wandering mind. 

Luz looked up at Toye, warm smile on his face and eyes sparkling and in a split moment of weakness, Toye leaned. 

Before he had gotten too close, he caught himself. His body’s automatic reaction to staring into the eyes of the man he had been daydreaming about, didn't go unnoticed by the man in question. 

George’s eyes widened, the movement was so small he wasn't sure if he had really seen it but the pink that dusted Toye’s cheeks told him otherwise.  

The taller man was about to open his mouth to apologise or explain, when Luz stopped him by placing a hand on his forearm. The touch was so gentle it took Joe by surprise. 

“Joe.” Luz’s voice was whispered. He was just as unsure as his counterpart, both men were torn between keeping their yearning hiding or having courage and making a move. 

Neither one wanted to be wrong about this feeling, Luz had picked up on something the night their jump wings were earned. Although this wasn't something he could afford to misinterpret.

Seeing Toye have to hold himself back had given Luz a boost of confidence, he wanted to touch the man and when he did, it felt electric. 

Both men experienced it, whatever charged emotion lay between them and now it was Toye’s turn to be brave.

“George.” His voice was hoarse and quiet but it had captured the shorter man's attention nonetheless. 

Once again, he leaned closer, not stopping until their noses bumped. George let out a small gasp, but made no move to pull away, Toye couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, he found it endearing.

Joe’s hand came up to caress Luz’s cheek, he used his fingers to tilt the brunette's head upwards. 

Mere second before their lips met, a flurry of voices sounded as if someone had opened one of the ships exterior doors and the noise that was inside had seeped out into the cool night.

The duo broke apart, Toye clearing his throat as he did so. They had jumped apart, putting distance between them in an attempt to look like two normal guys who were just talking as friends. 

Whatever door that had been opened, swung shut and closed off the sounds that had startled the two men.

“We should probably talk about that at some point.” George was the one to speak up and disrupt the quiet. Toye nodded in agreement but he could trust his voice not to crack so he kept his mouth closed.

“Just not tonight.” With that, Luz stood, letting his last words echo in Toye’s mind as he left the taller man to ponder. 

A/N: I will be doing my best to keep writing and posting but fair warning, it will be slow going. hopefully y'all stick around x

~ Nex ~

Chapter Twenty eight

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Operation: Redemption

Rating: General audience

Archive Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Prime

Relationships: Breakdown/Knock Out, KOBD

Characters: Breakdown, Knock Out, Arachnid, Dreadwing, Megatron, Soundwave

Additional tags:

Romance isn't the center of the story, long fic, other tags and characters will be added as they appear, AU, Breakdown survives, Autobot Breakdown, implied KOBD, minor character death in future, past, light descriptions of scars/gore

Word count: 2562

Summary:

Breakdown wasn't the most observant bot, yet his loyalty knew no bounds. Despite a lot of questionable decisions made by his liege, big Decepticon never doubted Megatron's view. Honestly Lord of the decepticons hasn't hesitated to use this trust to his own advantage ever, but even the most oblivious person in the whole galaxy would someday understand this. Breakdown started to have some suspicions after he was saved by his old rival, Bulkhead, while his boss left him in the mercy of the vermins. Starscream's words didn't help, planting doubts in big blue bot. But Breakdown's trust hasn't been shaken too much, he only became more observant. Now he saw some patterns, that were repeating from day to day, until he couldn't ignore it any longer.

Chapter: 1/???

"Am I the only one here, who considers this to be an overkill on Lord Megatron's part?" Arachnid said, moving forward, as her partners stayed behind. "I mean, dispatching two of his most proficient warriors to track down one unconfirmed energon spike."

"Megatron knows me and Dreadwing here will get the job done." Breakdown gestured at himself and his winged companion, who to this moment stayed quiet.

"Actually, I was referring to Dreadwing and myself." The sardonic smile appeared on the helicopter's face.

Orange-faced bot's fist clenched, as he angrily took a few steps towards a bold fembot. They never were on the good terms. Warrior found her intriguing, yet soon enough understood that she was just a crazy, rude killer with no morals or respect for authorities. Spider-looking con, on her part, never saw her comrade as anything worthy of her attention.

"Breakdown" A hoarse voice of a Seeker called out. "Remain on task. This must be a unified effort."

"Indeed, Breakdown. I know, we've never seen eyes to eye." Arachnid continued, not even trying to hide her smug expression. "But it doesn't mean we can't patch things up." She winked.

Now that was the last straw. With an fuming "that's it", Breakdown fiercely charged to attack, completely ignoring Dreadwing's objections. Yet the battle didn't last long, for Arachnid quickly transformed and blinded an attacker with her web. Yet fembot hadn't much time to celebrate, as a Seeker pulled out his riffle and started blasting helicopter. Being as shifty as she is, former second in command managed to dodge the blast, but was unable to web her opponent on the first try. For a few moments luck was on fembot's side, as she finally trapped Dreadwing, tying him to a nearby tree. But the last shot caused her to collapse, losing one of her spider legs. Breakdown, all this time trying to get rid of the web on his face, finally tore down his blindfold and resumed the chase. Blue boy's cannon fired, as Arachnid jumped from the spruce tree to another. Eventually helicopter fled further into the forest. One-eyed warrior wanted to run right after.

"Breakdown! Don't be a fool! Free me!" Seeker yelled, still not able to free himself.

Breakdown stopped for a few seconds and fired a couple of shots where commander's arm would be, thinning the web. He didn't stay any longer, as he decided to get the job done. Blue bot ran after the fleeing figure of the traitorous Decepticon, jumping through some fallen trees and rocks, and got to a pool of a bright blue energon. Suddenly, helicopter's shadow appeared once more, proceeding further to the bushes and leaving a trail of Cybertronian blood behind. Eventually, one eyed bot caught up with Arachnid at a small pile of stones, that weakened fembot seemingly had no strength to jump over.

Laughing, Breakdown said. "Easy prey.", swinging his hummer for a final blow. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lower his weapon. It was too late, when a hunter realized that he was cleverly outsmarted by this cunning decepticon. She led him to a trap, pretending to be weak, only to trap his hand in a web. Arachid smiled, as she saw how defenceless Breakdown was. She lifted one of her spider legs and slowly, as if enjoying her victim's useless attempts to get out, sliced blue bot's chest, revealing a spark chamber. Orange faced decepticon fired his cannon, while being in immense amount of pain. The scar, that looked like a terrific lightning, was grand and deep enough to damage the important wires.

Arachnid prepared for the finishing blow, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she first heard a loud steps and then saw an energon blast, almost loosing another leg. Deciding this fight wasn't worth it, she transformed into a helicopter and fled the scene, while a red shots followed her.

Breakdown was flabbergasted by this save, looking shocked at Dreadwing. Admitting defeat, seeker stopped blasting at a long gone Arachnid.

"You won't chase her?" Bleeding bot asked.

"You won't thank me?" Winged con responded sarcastically. His face was gloomy, as he destroyed the string that kept Breakdown's hand.

Wounded decepticon fell on his knees, as the pain consumed him. Second in command placed a hand under his comrade's armpit.

"Thank you, sir..." Breakdown mustered, trying to get up on his feet. He honestly never expected for any decepticon to save him (well, minus Knock Out), especially this newcomer. But the more one eyed bot watched his comrade's actions, the more fascinated he became with the nobility of an explosive expert. Something felt really wrong about it, since the fraction, they both belonged to, has long forgotten about justice and kindness, even to each other. First seeker lieutenant's actions drastically contradicted Megatron's, and this revelation sparked something strange in Breakdown's mind.

"Soundwave, we require a ground bridge immediately on my current location."

The mere seconds later a circular green portal appeared, illuminating surroundings. Dreadwing supported his subordinate the way so he could carry most of the weight himself. After entering this ground bridge, they immediately showed up on the board of the Nemesis. A few Vehicons were passing by this corridor and were very distressed, seeing their superior with his spark almost falling out if his chest.

"Is Knock Out at the medical bay?" Seeker asked the soldiers loudly.

"Yes, sir."

Dreadwing nodded and continued through the spaceship, towards doctor's office. Breakdown followed, yet he felt how his powers faded away, as his energon was leaking out. The sight from his remained eye was starting to blurr. However wounded decepticon's curiosity didn't let him to pass out.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"I suppose you can, yet I would strongly advise you to save your strength."

"Why didn't you complete the mission?"

Dreadwing was dumbfounded by his subordinate's question. "Because decepticons care for their comrades."

"Not on Nemesis." One eyed con said gloomy.

"Why do you think that? Don't you trust our cause? Lord Megatron?"

Breakdown thought if he could trust his savior, but decided to ask anyway. Something in Seeker felt safe enough to speak freely.

"But do you think Lord Megatron himself believes in our cause?"

The unharmed con's face looked shocked "Of course he does."

"He's still so loyal. But does our Lord reciprocate?" Breakdown thought soberly, while both cons proceeded to make their way further into the dark corridors of the spaceship. The silence remained unbroken, partially due to orange faced bot's weakness.

Soon enough they were right before med bay's door. It opened by themselves, showing a view into the room. There were two large metal hospital beds with a table, displacing a bunch of instruments: cross clamps, laser scalpel, durabilium drill, soldering iron, blowtorch and others. Dark blue screens, showcasing some red text on them, situated to the sides of the beds. On these screens was important information, such as normalized amount of energon, that supposed to flow in Cybertronian body, spark and T-Cog conditions, pictures of servos and optics ect.

The doctor with a glorious red finish stood before his instruments and cleaned them up. He muttered some lyrics from a random human song. Once he'd heard the door opened, KO put the stuff he hold and turned around.

"Good day, bo— WHAT THE SCRAP?!" Doctor yelled, once he set his optics on Breakdown, who was almost carried at this point. Red finished con turned to Dreadwing and, without any other words, ordered. "Lay him down on the hospital bed."

Dreadwing obliged, and Knock Out immediately began his examination. He took blowtorch and another tool neither of other cons knew about.

"Dreadwing, quickly bring me energon to transfuse." Concerned Doctor put a strange black metal tube, vagely resembling Soundwave's tentacles, in Breakdown's hand. The other end of this dropper was round, meant to suck the Cybertronian's life force out of containers. After Seeker lieutenant helplessly started to look around, searching for the blocks needed for operation, red con said, hurrying his new unwanted assistant. "To the right of this room. Don't stand around. I'll put him in stasis while you're at it."

When winged decepticon left the room for the energon supplies, KO started his work with blowtorch, slowly fix his sleeping companion's cables, thus stopping the bleeding. Amount of energon was critically low, and defenceless spark was blinking dimmer with each second. Usually Knock Out wasn't very serious. He liked to buff his own finish or go street racing, completely ditching his responsibilities of a decepticon. But once someone got really hurt European model was barely recognizable. His demeanor changed, and he became very focused on getting his patients better. Especially when the damaged comrade turned out to be as close to him as Breakdown. When his part time assistant was wounded too much, doctor concentrated as much as he could and did his best.

By the time Dreadwing reappeared with a special energon, cables, in which this bright blue substance flowed were patched up enough to stop the bleeding.

"Here, Knock Out. I brou—"

"Good. Now be a lamb, come here and hold this cube straight." KO didn't even let his superior finish the sentence.

The latter's pride was hurt, but the complete confusion of the idioma used was much stronger. What is a lamb? And how to be it? It's probably some human phrase he picked up from some where. But there was no time to waste, so Seeker obliged again. Once winged bot did what he was told to do, doctor attached the metal tube to the block, pressed a button and transfusion began. The light blue stripes flashed, as the live source filled the con in stasis.

KO, after making sure everything goes as planned, went out of med bay, only to return with the piece of metal to repair his comrade.

"Oh, you dummy. We'll have so much buffing to do." Knock Out said sweetly to Breakdown. After measuring scar, doctor turned his hand into rotating saw and cut to the size. Then he started soldering and murmuring some compliments and loving words, completely forgetting about Dreadwing's existance. The latter was a little bit uncomfortable. On the Nemesis these kind of close relationships were very rare and weren't usually put on display, so witnessing this was awkward. Yet Seeker had no where to go until all energon was in Breakdown.

"Is my presence still necessary?" Winged decepticon asked, when the cube was empty.

"Oh, not really, commander. Just may I ask how did Breakdown manage to get himself scratched like that?"

"I would also want to know that." The door suddenly opened as the rough voice filled the room. The grand Lord of Decepticons entered the room, his red eyes shining.

"Lord Megatron." Dreadwing said. "Arachnid escaped."

"I am utterly amazed by your unability to kill Arachnid and by getting your subordinate nearly lose his spark." Megatron raised his voice. "How is it, that the con who's near becoming my second in command can't get rid of the target?"

Winged Cybertronian bowed his head in shame, not uttering a word in his own defence. Silver Decepticon wasn't waiting an answer, and was preparing a punishment, when suddenly unexpected happened. Soundwave send a message to Megatron, which made him walk away, not saying anything more. Dreadwing followed him.

Knock Out's confusion didn't disappear, and only more questions sprang up in his head. What happened to Breakdown, and what's Arachnid's role in all of that? The only way to get answers was to wake up the patient from stasis, yet doctor decided to give blue bot some time to heal. Red finished con started cleaning up the room, removing tube and block and washing the energon from the floor and his hands. After, he took his beloved buffer and began to polishing his partner's chest, gently waking him up from stasis.

"Who's that pretty bot?" These were the first words that left Breakdown's mouth, once he opened his eye.

"Not just pretty, but handsome, don't you think?" KO responded cheeky.

"I would say you're the best looking con I've ever met."

Doctor chuckled, patting his partner's chestplate. It already looked decent, giving the small amount of time. Blue bot took his red finished comrade hand in his own, lovingly stroking other's servo with his finger.

"Dear, will you consider me worthy enough of knowing about your accident?" Knock Out pointed with his buffer at the still pretty visible scar.

"Well, Commander Dreadwing and I were assigned to get rid of Arachnid for her traitorous behavior. I might have been too aggressive, so she caught me in a trap. Commander saved me, before she could tear me apart."

KO's face froze for a moment. He quickly came back to the his usual charming self, yet damaged bot could see his partner's fleeting fear. Fear of punishment, death, or maybe a torture. Blue bot understood the reason, since his doctor used to scheme with now missing Starscream, who was known for his traitorous behavior. However some unexpected thought appeared in Breakdown's head, that felt terribly shameful, yet very enlightening. His mind went back to the most strange day, when his nemisis, Bulkhead, saved his spark. That time Autobots were somewhat successful, but a lot of time they weren't. Do they get punished with beatings? Well, at least Bulkhead didn't seem like it. Were they mocked for their failures by comrades? No, their team didn't belittle each other, did it? The shame rose in blue bot as he started to see the flaws in a fraction he belonged to.

"Hey, sweet rims, may I ask you something personal?" Orange faced con looked his friend right in the optics, preparing to bring the topic that was bothering him.

"Of course."

"Do you think we're on the right side?"

"What?"

"On the right side of war." Yellow eyed bot clarified. "I mean, is there anything left from a cause we started with? Do we still fight for freedom?"

Knock Out's optics widened, quite dumbfounded by the question.

"Breakdown, I... What makes you question Lord Megatron?"

"Do you remember when I was kidnapped by the MECH? Starscream had to disobey Megatron's orders to come for me. Then all those vehicons we sent only for them to die. And.."

"Darling, shush!" Doctor interrupted. His posture change to more stiff one, as he took his hand out of his patient's. "We shouldn't discuss it where Soundwave can hear us."

"And freedom of speech we fought for.." Breakdown frowned, finishing his sentence despite his friend's warnings.

"I don't know. I didn't join because of Lord's ideas."

"Then why?"

"I wanted to survive." The simplicity of the answer spoke volumes. "There was no escape from deceptions' power; they were everywhere. If I wanted to keep my finish this great, I needed to join."

Red finished bot took away his servo, putting the buffer to work again. One eyed bot was saddened. The cons continued to chat about everything and anything, but Breakdown's thoughts refused to depart from the initial subject. Now more than ever he started to question his master's intentions, and part of him began to realize how corrupted their cause became. But this part was still rather small, and after a few hours spent with Knock Out, Breakdown heard some strange unrest behind the door of med bay.

[redcruxsworld]

A Little Rude of You, Don't you think so? Part 3.

As soon as the sun rose, Heed was already waiting for Flug outside her factory. She squeaked in happiness as soon as she heard a car parking near the factory's entrance. She was ready to jump in Flug's arm but was taken a back when a woman came out of the car. She then proceeds to open the passenger door, Flug comes out smiling and thanking the woman. Her blood boiled just from that interaction. Who was this woman? Flug then turned to her and walked towards her, "Sorry, did I keep you waiting, Heed?", she pouted and crossed her arms, "Yes! Also you didn't inform me that your bringing another person....", she said as one of her eye opened to see if her little act affected him. Flug smiled and brings out a bouquet of Birdsfoot Trefoil flowers, "Sorry, I was held down by some work that I had to finish. And this is my temporary assistant, Himiko because my original assistant went for a vacation.", he said as she turned and smiled as she took the flowers not knowing it's meaning.

The three went in and went down to the laboratory and it made Flug a bit sick since the whole place is literally pink all over. 'Is there any other color to this place other than pink? It a bit sickening to look at.', he said in his mind as they reached where the villain scientists were trying to perfect the formula. Heed looked at him and clinged to Flug's arm, "Fluggy~ I'm just so sad because these braniacs can't get the formula right! But I know that you can do that right?~"she said as she rubbed her hand over his chest and kissed him on the lips. Himiko immediately snapped a picture. He cringe, trying not to puke from her actions, "Of course, I can. After all...... I am the genius scientist of P.E.A.C.E., aren't I? he say, trying no to sound annoyed and disgusted as he moves her hand away from him by cupping them them pushing them towards her chest. She was far too enamoured to even care. Her crush was here. He was here to solve her problem and get her to be the most beloved even without her spraying him with the perfume. 'This must be what true love means~!', her mind screamed as she watched Flug working on the formula. Flug, on the other hand, focused on destroying the very foundations of his thesis. The key to the fumes of the liquid was bringing out the serotonin of the person. All he needed to do was reverse how the formula worked instead of bringing out the serotonin. He'll revise it to make the fumes target the amygdala to evoke anger towards the first person that they see. Which is Heed, as she sprays the liquid to her target's face, the amygdala will activate, and soon as they see her face, the will immediately start hating her. He smiled,'How unfortunate..... now... time for you to do your part, Himiko.', he said as he glanced at Himiko and winked at her.

Last part is here

She understood the signal and pulled out a vial of water colored black. She then proceeded to go to where the giant tanks of Heed's perfume were. Himiko laughed to herself as she saw the pink liquid already looking darker than the normal way it looked because of the formula's revision. Heed snapped from her gaze as soon as she noticed that Himiko was gone. Where was that woman? She then hurriedly ran to where her giant tanks were. Himiko was pouring a black liquid to the main supply! She was furious. How dare this nobody stop her from being the most beloved heroine?! "YOU! HOW DARE YOU TRY AND SABOTAGE MY PLANS?!"she shouted as she ran to attack Himiko out of fury. Himiko took her glasses off and ripped the costume she was wearing to reveal herself as the villain, "Too bad princess. You can't always get what you want." she said as she dodged Heed and kicked her into one of the tanks as the heroine.

She stared and pulled out her phone to post the picture of Heed kissing Flug and picture of Heed falling to the public that tagged everyone with the caption 'Get rekt you cringy heroine #villainy4ever' Everyone immediately saw the picture and broke out of the hypnosis and were very angry. They all went after her as Flug stared down from the metal ramp. He was smiling like a maniac. He succeeded, and now she'll be in shame in the media for a while. Well, until her good old daddy comes to rescue her, of course. But he has to admit taking revenge on her certainly made him the centre of attention now because of the kiss picture. Oh well, at least he wasn't the "villain" in this one, and Himiko was ready to take the credit for that. He soon left the building as soon as the police arrived to arrest Miss Heed. Heed saw Dr. Flug outside and cry out to him, "Fluggy! Help me their try to hurt me!"she cried hysterically. Flug simply smiled at her with fake pity, "Don't worry, you'll be fine. I promise to visit you soon." he said as before waving her goodbye. Unbeknownst to him, he has also attracted unwanted attention from Goldheart, the most popular and strongest hero of P.E.A.C.E.

~Red

[projectdreamwalker]

The Bay

This was made as a joke… but if you like it, that’s okay! I like to imagine Peso as a human in this fic.

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My beloved Peso. Would he still like me, even after all of the stuff I have done? Being a mercenary was not a soft job, and my mental state had been affected by that.

Tags: Minor violence, chasing, kissing, fluff… tell me if I miss any. Nicknames.

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I was jumping from roof to roof. My lifestyle was not the one of an average human. I haven’t lived normal in years, and looking at my situation right now, I wouldn’t live it for a decade. If I am lucky, another few years, perhaps. 

I looked behind me. I was being chased by a large, bulky man in a suit the color of the ocean at night. On his chest laid a badge the color of the lowering sunset. He had a head full of brown, curly hair and a rather unruly mustache. He had a mean look on his face as I ran from him. 

He shouted at me “Come back here you scallywag. You have something I want.”

But I just kept running; for if I stopped then I would lose what I wanted: the keys to the Gup A. It was an efficient and sturdy machine made by my friend Tweak. She was so smart and intelligent, and I hoped that through the Gup A I can find her again. Find all of them again. 

But most of all, Him.

I thought back to the last time I had seen him. I was getting patched up in his room in the Octopod after a run-in with a coral reef. I had a nasty scratch all across my leg from it. I was just laughing as he told me a joke to lighten up the situation. 

“Flappity flippers! I had no idea that coral could do that to someone!” He exclaimed while disinfecting the scratch.

“I know, right? I didn’t think that it had that sort of power for something dying out so quickly!” I giggled back. 

I was always so infatuated with him, his kindness and his positivity. I loved how willing he is to help and heal those around him. Even the seemingly unhealable. Like me.

I was brought back into the current moment after I realized I needed a way to get the docks. Where the Gup A would be located. I looked all around me when I saw it. A water pipe leading  right down to the beginning of the doc. I shoved the key into my pocket and cascaded down it with grace and poise. I landed on my feet and looked down at my hands. Rust. Ewwwww. Nothing a little salt water couldn’t help.

I looked up at the guard as he seemed dumbfounded by my actions. I laughed at the stupid expression on his face. Now I just needed to find the Gup A.  I ran around the different parts of the dock when a flash of sage green shouted at me. Bingo. I started my way towards the aquatic machine when I heard a yell coming from behind me.  

Unluckily for me, I forgot all about the guard chasing me in my excitement of seeing the Gup A. I turned around at the sound of hit running footsteps. I started to throw punches at him, but he had the upper hand. I watched as my balled up fist was enveloped by his much larger, and stronger hand. Unfortunately, that was the hand with the key in it. He started trying to pry my fingers from the piece of metal. I tried to kick his feet out from under him. That just landed me on my rear. 

That's when I realized that I was by one of the greatest weapons; the ocean. The one thing that was always there for me. I used my free hand to scoop up some of the salty, unpleasant water, right into his face. He stuttered and let go of me, although I made little advancement to get away from him before he regained his sanity. I was kicked right in the stomach. I wretched and held it, not wanting to lose my dinner. I looked back up at the now very angry guard, who was quite literally fuming.

"Didn't like that much, now did ya? You want to give up those keys or do I have to break you in first?" He glowered down at me. I held tighter to it and shook my head. "I don't have time for this," he took out his baton and glared down at my shaking form, my face which was starting to bruise.    

  I gasped as I felt a cold piece of metal hit my head. I was out like a light after that. I fell into a dreamless state, despite the excitement that just appeared.  

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When I woke up it was to a familiar voice, but not one that I could instantly remember. Where was I? Am I alive? Was that all just a dream? In my drowsy state, I leaned up and rubbed my eyes tiredly. I opened them slowly so that I could adjust to the light in the room. 

I blinked my eyes open and I was in the… The sick bay in the Octopod? How did I get here? Did the guard not take me to jail? I just really wanted to get the Gup A… 

I sat up in the bed, was I still dreaming? My whole body felt like it was hit by a bus. I looked all around the room, and it was just as I left it; soft baby blue walls with medical equipment, books, and a bulletin board on the wall. To the side of me was a welcome face.

My beloved Peso. Would he still like me, even after all of the stuff I have done? Being a mercenary was not a soft job, and my mental state had been affected by that. 

“Flapity flippers! I never thought I would see you again!” Peso exclaimed as he pulled me into his chest. “I missed you. We all did.” He looked at my face and pressed a sweet kiss on my forehead. “I’m just glad you are back. My life is so boring without you.”

I rested my forehead on his. “I’m so happy you found me. I haven’t been doing to well, you are exactly what I need in my life.” I looked into his eyes. “Thank you for always being here for me.”

“I’ll always be here for you, I won’t ever give up on you. Even if you don’t have the most morally correct job.” He said with a smile. He looked me in my eyes and leaned closer until I could feel his gentle breath on my lips. “Can we be the same as we were? Are you ready for something like this again?”

“Well, let’s try.” I closed the gap between us. His lips were like the ocean outside of the Octopod; soft waves of gentle love. I could feel every shift and pull from his intimacy, his pureness. I wrapped my arms around his figure and pulled him closer to me. When we finally broke away, he pulled me into his embrace.

“Well, I guess that answers that question” he whispered gently into my ear. “Well then, let’s try.” And he closed in for another kiss.

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Thank you for reading! This was my first piece of fanfiction, so let me know what you think!

[pusiqw]

Red Roses

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Inayah (OC)

Warning: Teasing, A bit of smut at the end, 18+

Word count: 1550 words

Summary: Inayah is a good college student with top grades working at a small bar in her town. One day she stumbles across a man who turns her whole world upside down.

A/n: This is my first fic ever. English is not my first language so apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy this and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Happy reading!!!

"Inayah, honey, don't forget to take your lunch with you today!!" Her mother's voice echoed through the hallway as she prepared to leave for work.

Still half-awake, Inayah mumbled her thanks from the comfort of her bed. But just as she was starting to drift back to sleep, ten minutes flew by and her alarm blared, jolting her awake. Panic rushed through her as she realized she was running late for college. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed, springing out of bed in a frenzy as she glanced at the clock. With lightning speed, she dashed into the kitchen, snatching a sandwich from the plate her thoughtful mother had left behind. As she slipped her shoes on, she took a massive bite, savoring the delectable blend of ham, cheese, and crisp lettuce. Her mouth still full, Inaya bolted out of the house, grappling with her backpack's zipper while desperately attempting to tame her wind-tousled hair. After a quick pit stop at the bathroom, she jumped onto her bike, weaving between cars on the way to school.

As her red bike slowly rolled up to the curb, Inaya opened the door, ready to run inside, as soon as she entered she bumped into a tall muscular figure . A scowl quickly replaced the pleasant smile on her face as she looked up into his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry! Are you alright sweetheart?” he said in a deep, smooth tone that immediately made her blood boil.

“Don't you see people are using this entrance, and you're standing in my way?!” she snapped. Instantly feeling defensive, his handsome features morphed into one of shock and anger. His firm jaw clenched, his brown eyes flashed with indignation. Before she knew it, he had snatched her bag off of her shoulder pulling her into a near by classroom, and slammed the door shut, leaving her with only a cold glare. As he passed by, she could feel him judging every single inch of her body. Noticing her shaken hands, he smirked and leaned over her. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrist and held her tight. When he spoke again, his voice grew quiet but the menacingness in his words did not.

“Easy now princess, who do you think you're talking to in this tone?” She swallowed hard before standing up for herself,

''Excuse me?! who am I talking to?'' she asked as if mocking him back, ''Let go of my wrist I'm late for my class.''

With his grip loosened, she moved her arm away and glared at him once more, giving her best impression of 'I dare you' before storming off into the classroom.

Once inside, she found an empty seat in the back, a few rows in front of the jerk that almost ran her over this morning. Unfortunately, it turned out that her hunch about where she would find him was correct, when a teacher came in and called out her name, pointing to the front of the room.

''Inayah, come sit here next to Roman please.'' The teacher said.

Hesitantly, she stood up, walked up to the front of the class and sat down in the seat: next to Roman. Fuming, she threw her bag under her desk and slid into the empty chair across from him. Looking down at her uniform, which she was too annoyed to bother straightening, she let out a sigh of defeat. It wasn't fair how easily she fell victim to his charms. Of course, she wasn't trying to flirt or anything like that, but he just somehow always managed to put her in situations where she felt uncomfortable. If only she could control her feelings towards him.

With nothing else to do, she reached into her bag and pulled out her book, trying to avoid eye contact with Roman. However, no matter what she tried, her brain just wouldn't allow her to focus on the pages in front of her. Her mind kept wandering back to that morning; remembering the awkward moment after he'd helped her up, the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled, even the lingering scent of his cologne still clinging to her shirt. His big body and that tattoo on his right arm. He is beautiful! Her thoughts continued to run rampant until suddenly there was a loud bell sound alarming everyone that classes has finished. Immediately, everyone began packing their things up and getting ready to leave. As soon as Roman saw this, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him,

“What’s going on Inaya? Where are you going? Didn’t we have a class together?” Her cheeks flushed hot at the mere thought of him touching her again.

“Oh yes we did…but I gotta run somewhere. Bye!” she responded, tugging her arm free.

Quickly, she gathered her belongings, leaving Roman behind without another word. As she got home later that afternoon, the first thing she did was open her door and drop her stuff onto the floor. Grabbing her work uniform and putting it on un an instant, heading straight for the front door to leave for work.

At work everything seemed quite normal. So she started with her usual activities of cleaning the bar and making sure they had enough stock for the evening. As time passed by she noticed that more and more people has come into the bar for a drink. The atmosphere felt quite pleasant actually. However, it didn’t last long. She looked up to see far in the crowd a man sitting at the table right across of her, staring directly at her. But it wasn't just any man, it was the same jerk she bumped into this morning. Beside him was a tall tanned brunette that kept flirting with him.

''Is this man following me? why do I keep seeing him, ugh'' she rolled her eyes in annoyance. It made her feel uneasy, but also attracted to him. ''What a pervert!'' she grumbled under her breath before focusing back on her job.

Roman rested his hand on the blonde's curves slowly moving them down to her ass, squeezing it playfully while keeping an intense eye contact with Inayah.

''Go get me a drink sweetheart!'' He whispered to the blonde and gave her a seductive wink.

As the blonde woman walked away in satisfaction, Inayah looked back to Roman confused.

''What was that all about?'' she thought. What she didn't realize was that she hadn't moved an inch since the beginning. She kept looking back at him, waiting for an answer.

Roman licked his lips while eyeing Inaya. This felt like too much for her, Inayah felt disgusted and there was a sense of jealousy that she didn't quite understand as to why she was feeling that way. The air became tight and in an instant she threw the towel on the counter and run towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her to take some air to herself. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, then the door flew open causing her to jump. Inayah quickly wiped the tears from her face and peeked through the crack of the door. There was Roman, staring at her intently, and with a cruel smirk on his face,

''Can I come in?'' He asked. When he didn't get a response from her, Roman pushed open the door , and swiftly stormed in. Stepping into the small confined space, Roman closed the door behind him, giving Inayah a clear view of his muscular build. With one hand he pulled her towards him and kissed her forcefully on the lips. Her body shivered from the shocking attack as he pressed her against the wall.

"You think that I'm stupid that I won't know what you're doing? Or maybe you want to prove to yourself that you don't me to slid my dick inside you right this moment?"

He pushed her harder against the wall and started whispering in her ear, pressing his body against hers. He grabbed her neck with one hand while slipping his other hand underneath her tank top, caressing her skin. With a dirty grin on his face he stated in his soft deep voice

"So tell me, do you want to fuck me or not? Eyes never lie Inayah, you want me to bend you over this sink.''

As his rough hands traveled from her waist down to her thighs, she finally stopped resisting. No longer fighting against him, she gave in to the feeling. With her legs parted slightly, his hand began massaging her soft skin. He slowly began to pull down her pants. Just as he finished removing them, he violently thrust his fingers inside of her, letting out a wicked moan. As he was pushing his fingers deeper and deeper, his lips came dangerously close to hers.

''Do you want me to touch you here?'' His breath tickled her lips. "Are you wet?" His voice echoed throughout the bathroom. Just as she had given in, he broke off the kiss, withdrawing his hand, and walking away with his fingers intertwined together as if victorious. Once he had stepped out of the restroom, he gave her one last look before disappearing into the crowds of people. A feeling of humiliation overwhelmed her as she wiped her eyes dry and headed out the door, back to the bar.

The end.

Part 2?

[vulpinesaint]

I am asking not just because i am going to be getting a bunch of pathfinder books for christmas but because i know enough about you as a mutual that i know im going to hear about the most deeply fucked up person imaginable. What is your pathfinder character like

giggling delightedly... ok listen he's maybe the worst guy ever but the issue here is that i love him. introducing you to faedren. he's a half-elf magus and he wields a bastard sword because i like the option of both dual/single-handed wielding but also because he's a bastard and i think it's funny. he's blonde. he walks up to you and smiles all charming but something about him is Wrong. and then he opens his mouth and he sounds like if you ran a frat boy through years of pretentious wellness retreats. he's a follower of calistria, goddess of lust, trickery, and revenge, and every other sentence out of him is about how in love he is with his goddess and how she's the most beautiful powerful perfect deity there is or how beautiful and perfect and healing bloody revenge can be. guy who sees you get pushed by somebody and comes over to put a hand on your shoulder, goes "hey, you don't have to take that. you are a strong, powerful person, and you didn't deserve that. don't let your heart sit with that hurt. you should Gut Them" and then waxes poetic about the wonderful catharsis of gory retribution and how it's all tied back to a goal-oriented mindset in the end. flirts with anyone possible. so insufferable that his party members literally wouldn't let him talk about himself for Weeks cause he's just so terrible to listen to. high charisma stat but he just fucking Sucks. and then you let him talk a little bit and it becomes clear that his "community" that he talks about taking him in when he was a baby is Definitely a cult. they're summoning demons to take revenge on people with the most power possible and it's absolutely a twist on calistria's Actual values cause her whole thing is Not to get caught up on unending revenge but faedren feels slighted and goes after it like a dog with a bone. hears a super powerful dhamphir say something negative about his goddess and has to be dragged away fuming by his party members going "growth mindset. i'm not strong enough to kill him horribly Yet." his whole terrible fuckboy schtick is cause he's learned that the only way he can access affection is through sex. he's for real in love with his goddess because she's the only thing that he believes really cares for him. he gets his chest rent apart and sees elysium (his heaven is full of hot women. go figure) and when he gets brought back his skin is Branded Back Together with the symbol of calistria and he's even WORSE about things after that (obsessed with having the symbol on him permanently). he gets close with the party members but doesn't know how to express that he cares about them. he's caught off guard because caring is never Easy and it always Hurts and the only affection he was ever shown as a child was conditional. he's got some fucked up views on pain and punishment because he was definitely abused as a kid. he attacks a dragon with a lightning spell imbued into his strike and does 200 damage in one hit and then whiffs every swing after that. he taught the little pumpkin leshy in their party to read. he might be getting turned into a vampire now. anyway all that to say that there is much happening with this guy and i love him very much. y'know. nice ass sorry about the mental illness king. intimidation stat crazy high and he's intimidated people into committing suicide twice. cornered an enemy on a cliff and made that bitch jump off. check out my faedren tag for more information 👍 :)

(+ quick derail to say that i love pathfinder. what a beautiful system... pathfinder is kind to you in so many ways. pathfinder loves you back. dnd laughs in your face and calls you a bitch but pathfinder kisses you gently on the forehead and gives you substantial bonuses on skills at lvl 1... what a world we could all be living in)

[jacepens]

Discipline

Intro: This is another pretty simple kinky smut that was just left unfinished.

Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, explicit, daddy kink (Sorry lol), dom/sub undertones

Explicit warning under the cut!

Lafayette had always shared a certain...intimacy with the General. Ever since his arrival he was granted special attention and affection that the others did not receive. Those affections soon turned into...certain comforts that can only be attained with another until it became a regular and quite frequent occurrence. There was no telling what sort of temperament Lafayette would find the General in when he entered his tent late at night. Whether it be exhaustion, frustration, despair, or desire, Lafayette saw it all. He was one of the few who was granted the fine rarity of seeing all the General’s moods. And when he felt, he felt with passion and fervor unlike any other Lafayette had ever witnessed.

The air around them felt suffocating and stagnant, as unyielding as the General was now, sitting above him. Lafayette could practically feel the anger radiating from him as he silently fumed. Lafayette gulped and bowed his head to stare at the ground. It was him he was mad at. After his terrible blunder on the battlefield, it cost them not only the skirmish, but the lives of men. There was no getting them back.

Lafayette’s breath hitched when the General yanked his hair and held the solid eye contact. Lafayette gulped and shifted on his calves, his feet losing feeling from how long he had been sitting on the floor at the General’s mercy. He let out a sigh, his mouth twitching as he stared at Lafayette. Lafayette sat patiently, heart furiously pounding in his chest expecting to be yelled at, chastised, scorned until he was ashamed to show his face in public.

The General let go of the tight grip in his hair and sunk back into the chair. Lafayette’s gaze fell downwards again, ashamed of himself. He felt tears sting his eyes as the silence continued, as Lafayette continued to play over and over what he had done wrong. His breath faltered as the tears traced down his cheeks.

“Why do you cry?” Lafayette suddenly stopped, surprised at hearing the General’s voice after so much silence.

“I am ashamed.” Lafayette whispered after he composed himself better.

“As you should be.” He spat furiously, voice barely hovering below a full shout. Lafayette slouched further into himself and willed back tears that formed in his eyes once more.

“I am so sorry.” He hoarsely cried out, too afraid to meet the General’s cold gaze.

“And what good do your sorry’s get us now?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, “nothing.”

“You will look at me when I speak with you.” He snapped, yanking on Lafayette’s hair. Lafayette gasped and continued to cry as the General glared at him from above. He ran his fingers through Lafayette’s hair in an almost tender gesture, the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

“There is very little you can do to mend what is broken.”

“I know, sir.” He whispered, strength returning little by little as the General continued to stroke his hair. Perhaps he wasn’t as angry as he thought, and Lafayette was sure he would do anything if it meant being number one in George’s eyes once more. He couldn’t live his life with being scorned by him.

“And just what are you willing to do to make things right again?”

“Anything.”

“Good answer.” He purred, making Lafayette blush at the implications of his General’s statement.

The hand in his hair left and Lafayette had to control himself to not whine or beg for more. He would have to sit and wait as he wouldn’t dare upset his General anymore. His heart began hammering even faster when he saw the General’s hands move to his pants. It took all the strength Lafayette had in him to not lean forward or help him in his excitement but he still squirmed, needing to be closer.

“And what are you so excited for?” He teased, threatening nature seemingly replaced by the one that drove Lafayette crazy. He sat forward on his knees and pouted when he would still not lavish him with attention or allow him any closer. His gaze trailed lower and fixed itself on the General’s hard cock, his mouth already salivating.

“What did I tell you about where you must look?” He snapped and Lafayette immediately responded. “This is no reward for you, you do not get rewards for failing me.” Lafayette frowned and let out a little whine, but the General was not amused. Lafayette wanted to rest his head against his knee, wanted to feel his hand sweetly petting his hair, oh it was torture to sit so still and not be granted what he wanted!

The General chuckled and Lafayette whined, becoming more and more impatient.

“You have always been such a needy, demanding thing. I’m shocked to see you acting with such restraint as you are now.”

Lafayette licked his lips and batted his eyelashes, turned to tempting him any way he could. He only chuckled once more as Lafayette pouted, his tricks not working.

“You know I think you a beauty.” Lafayette smiled, face lit up by the praise. “But even beauty’s make mistakes and I simply cannot let you go without punishment.” Lafayette sighed. The General pulled his head closer as he leaned down to whisper against Lafayette’s ear. “And if I catch you touching yourself, you’ll be in worse trouble than when we began, you understand me?” Lafayette shivered and gulped.

“Yes sir.”

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

hello angel!! can i get bratting w/ some overstimulation and manhandling with dom chibs? thanks!!!!

Masterlist

Behave

Contains: Fluff, consent and kink negation, Dom Chibs/sub Reader, sex toys, F masturbation, bratting, overstimulation, manhandling, fingering, P in V, aftercare.

1.4K words

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Chibs isn't happy with your behaviour.

"If you don't hand me that screwdriver now I swear to God lass."

You giggled, "make me."

Chibs sighed, the noise filled with affection rather than frustration, "please, I'll make it worth your while." You handed it to him, "thank you Lass."

You smiled sweetly, "you're welcome my love, I like helping you."

Chibs turned his head, not dropping the tool, "are you winding me up Lass?" T

he corner of your mouth lifted in a gentle smile, "maybe."

He smiled, "careful, you might not like how that turns out."

"Oh really, and how does that turn out?"

Chibs put the screwdriver down, "you remember what happened the last time?"

You nodded, "I do and it really didn't sink in, maybe you need to try something different."

He smirked, "are you sure about that Lass?"

You got off the bench and walked up to him, taking the edges of his kutte in your hands and pulling him close, "positive."

"You're positive, maybe if you help me for the rest of the day I'll go easy on you."

You shook your head, "why would I do that, it's fun to misbehave."

Chibs chewed on his cheek, "you say that now but you might change your mind."

You kissed his cheek, "I haven't yet, I think that might be your failing. You keep saying you want to punish me but it never sticks, maybe you're losing your step."

"Well see."

You were on your best behaviour for the rest of the day, Chibs smiling softly every time you handed something to him or lent him an extra pair of hands, "I think you deserve a reward for how well you did for me today. Why don't you head home and have a shower, I'll be home soon."

You smiled, "alright, I'll be at home waiting for you, all by my lonesome."

"Behave, you know the rules."

You nodded, "yep, I do, that doesn't mean I'm going to follow them." You made your way home and put dinner on the stove, leaving the stew to cook on long while you ran yourself a bath and put your plan into motion. 

Once the bath was done, you applied Chibs' favourite lotion and put on his favourite lingerie set. Just in time too, because Chibs texted you and told you he'd be home soon. You stirred the stew and set a timer for a few minutes after he arrived and settled in for the next part of your plan. 

You went to the bedroom and got a vibrator from the top drawer then made yourself comfortable on the couch. You didn't have long to start but Chibs was going to arrive to a surprise. You started small, circling your covered nipple with your index finger until it peddled under your touch. 

Then you took the vibrator and turned it on, placing it over your core so the soft vibration spread over your flesh. Once the warmth of pleasure had spread into a throb, you slid the vibrator under your panties and pressed it gently against your clit, just as your breath quickened, the front door opened. 

"What do you think you're doing Lass?"

You smiled, "you took too long."

He stopped over to you and pulled your hand away from your body then wrenched you up to your feet, "you know the rules, no touching yourself without my permission. Now what I am going to do with you?" 

You shrugged, "I have no idea, what are you going to do with me?"

He swallowed, "you better apologise right now or I swear to God you will regret it."

You smiled and got closer to him, "you don't think that was my plan." Chibs put his hand on your shoulder, ready to throw you on the couch. 

rinnnnnnnnnnnng

"Dinner's almost ready, it will be on the table by the time you have a shower."

He clenched his jaw, "did you plan this?"

You smiled, "yep."

The extra emphasis on the p and Chibs fuming, "you're really in for it now." 

****

Chibs enjoyed dinner, complimenting you on your hard work and washing the dishes to thank you. He spent most of his time with his eyes locked on your bare skin, his fingers itching to touch as he linked his hands with yours. After dessert, Chibs took your head and led you into the bedroom, "if you want to keep that set, I'd remove it."

You smiled, "it's your favourite, you're the one that misses out if you rip it off me."

He didn't hesitate, you were shocked at the strength in his hands as he yanked the robe off you and ripped the bra away from you, you shoved the panties down your legs and Chibs pushed you onto the bed. "What do you say if you want to stop?"

You smiled, "stop, I don't want this, this hurts, can we do something different."

"Good girl." He grabbed your ankle, yanked you towards him, and then climbed on top of you. "I think I've come up with a new way to get you to learn your lesson, if you want to cum, you'll do it until you cry." He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss was passionate and dominant, Chibs taking over the pace right away.

His hand made its way down your body and he smiled against your lips as he found you wet, "you're soaked Lass, it that just from this?"

You shook your head, "you came home before I could cum, the last two hours have been torture."

Chibs chuckled, "let me fix that for you." His fingers moved through your slit before his thumb found your clit and he slid one then two of his long fingers inside you.

He knew exactly what you needed to bring you to the edge in a matter of minutes, you looked to him for permission and he nodded, "let go Lass, it's going to be the first one of many tonight." You clenched around him and he chuckled, "good girl." He didn't let up and you fell into another and then another and another.

You tried to shove his hand away but he used his free one to hold you down, "you made this bed Lass, now you need to lay in it." Your legs tried to twitch closed and he pushed them open with his knee, "don't you dare." You relaxed, Chibs made it clear there was no point in fighting. "Good girl, was that so hard?"

You moaned, "you suck."

He chuckled, "careful now, I'm being nice but I could go all night long." His lips found yours and his fingertips pressed your G-spot, "give me one more then I'll give you my cock."

You gasped, "I can't."

He smiled, "yes you can and you will." His thumb moved faster on your clit and his fingers drove into you with determination and your hips lifted off the bed as you came, "there you go, I know you had it in you."

"Please Chibs."

He kissed your neck, "please what, please stop? Please keep going?"

You whimpered, "I don't know."

Chibs nodded softly and pulled away from you, shifting you around so you were both lying on your sides, "take some time and tell me yeah?"

You buried your face in his chest, "thank you."

He kissed you, "no need to thank me Lass, I'm just giving you what you deserve."

After a few minutes you pressed your lips to his chest, "you ready for more?"

You nodded, "yes please."

Chibs smiled, "I'll be gentle." He rolled himself on top of you and grabbed his cock, running it up and down your slit, "you ready Lass?"

You nodded and kissed his lips, "please."

Chibs slid inside you in one slow, smooth thrust, "shite, you're tight."

It didn't take you long to reach the edge again, your nails digging into his shoulders, "there you go, I knew you could keep going." You wrapped your legs around his waist as he sped up, his hips slamming into you. His fingers found your clit as he built you up one last time, as you came around him, he followed you into bliss, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

He rolled off you and took you with him, pulling you into his chest, "my good girl, you did so well for me."

You sighed, "I love you."

Chibs pressed his lips to your forehead, "in a little bit I'm going to get up and get you and snack and something to drink, in the meantime you want to keep cuddling?"

"Yes please."

Fin

[kitchenisking]

April Fic Rec

Its that time guys!!!!!!!! Happy April fools to everyone, though this is not a joke, another 10 fics coming your way! I hope everyone is enjoying the spring weather that coming our way. 

Also I am in awe of the responses that Im getting for the recs. never in a million years did I think so many people would be liking and reblogging them😌😌 Love you guys!❤️

Permanently Marked by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6448, sterek)

“That maybe the glances,” he peered back into Stiles’ eyes, “the touches,” he ran his fingers gently down the skin of Stiles’ forearm until his skin erupted in goosebumps, “the terrible flirting...” Derek’s lips twitched and Stiles’ mind reeled with all of the horrible pick-up lines and praises he had thrown in Derek’s direction more times than he could really count.

“Yeah?” Stiles whispered back. He felt himself leaning forward and before he could stop himself, the palm of his free hand slid up to Derek’s chest, his fingertips resting on the collarbone that jutted out of Derek’s skin as if teasing Stiles.

“...That maybe it meant you liked me, too,” Derek finished as he pressed his palm over Stiles’ hand.

And If I Die Before I Wake by consciousness_streaming - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 60411, sterek)

When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn't think it's a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he's going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.

Year-Round by cheshiredog - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 51382, sterek)

1950s Sterek farmer!Derek and college!Stiles AU. TW FOR HOMOPHOBIA (1950s, duh) (its such a good fic🥰)

Getting Back Up by Hella_Meyers - (Rating: Mature, Words: 31004, sterek)

Stiles still hadn't mentally recovered from the Nogitsune and the Wild Hunt. While working for the FBI in Virginia, an undercover job led him to a breakdown. He was away from home, he was alone, and all his demons came rushing to the surface.

He went home to Beacon Hills, settled down with a certain Sourwolf, and never looked back.

***

Or, the one where Stiles comes back home to a Derek Hale surprise and finally plants roots.

Sound of Settling by SilverFlameAlchemist - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30940, sterek)

“Is she a mermaid? Did you find a mermaid on your doorstep? Why didn’t you just say so, man, what—who is she? Why are mermaids turning up at your place with bullet wounds in the first place?” “She’s not a mermaid,” Derek explained (far too) calmly. “She’s a siren.”

A Bro's Guide to Surviving an Assassination Attempt by TuppingLiberty - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30818, sterek)

In college, Stiles stumbled into a gig on YouTube as an activist for supernatural rights. Now in his early twenties, he loves the work he does - that is, until someone wants to kill him for it.

Enter Agent Derek Hale and his team, who are trying to catch a killer, and keep Stiles safe.

Will be trying to update once a week. Tags will change. See chapter notes for relevant tags for each chapter. Please note that the E rating is for violence as well as smut, although there will be plenty of smut.

the promise of... by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 618, sterek)

Stiles is fuming—furious!—as he paces in front of his bed. Another fight with another big bad, and Derek throwing himself into danger before the pack could arrive...again!

His window creaks open, letting in the cool night air. Derek climbs through, shirt still torn and bloody from the fight. Stiles’s blood boils at the sight.

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4300, sterek)

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

“About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types.

“The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 79151, sterek)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

[Update: I'm stating here, because some people aren't reading the author note at the beginning, this story was inspired by/based on Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' Hawksong]

Give you that thing you can't even imagine by LunaCanisLupus_22 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10999, sterek)

The omegas came out onto the stage next, and Derek did his best to smile and shake hands with enough polite distance as possible, to avoid giving the impressionable ones ideas.

Or the one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.