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chaotic-birds · 4 months ago

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Hi :) I just wanted to say that I love your work and it's nice to see another Jason todd fan. Anyway, I wanted to ask if I can request a Jason todd x reader smut where the reader and Jason are in the middle of doing it and may be nightwing/roy accidentally walks in and they join ?

i’m happy to know you like my stories! ty! i love jason so much 😭 and thanks for your request! i’ve never written a threesome and it’s been a HOT minute since i’ve written smut, so i hope it turned out alright! also, i wrote A LOT more than i anticipated 😭 i’m sorry if it’s too much sldkjhvfs i couldn’t stop myself PAIRING jason x reader (f) x dick | WC 6.1k | G smut, fluff | TW reader has she/her pronouns, threesome, pwp, sub!reader, soft to rough (to soft) sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, breast play, unprotected sex (be safe!), gagging, handjobs, dirty talk, praising, cream/throatpie, multiple orgasms, spitroasting, pet names (princess, baby), aftercare talk, lazy sex, cum as lube

this blog is 18+. minors do not interact. plz & ty!

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Jason came home from patrol a few hours ago. With the renovations at your shared home, you both decided to reside at the manor for a few days.

Jason lays behind you, arms around you securely. His breath tickles the back of your head. You would think he’d be asleep, but the occasional glide of his fingers against your skin tells you he isn’t.

You turn in his embrace to face him.

His eyes peel open, blue irises boring into yours. A little moonlight seeps through the curtains, but it’s hard to see many details.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs.

“Can’t sleep,” you reply. You usually can fall asleep quickly in his arms, but tonight’s an exception. Maybe it’s because you’re in a new environment. Sure, you’ve slept over at the manor before, but you’ve never stayed for so long in a row.

He hums in understanding and caresses your cheek.

“Neither can I,” he says.

You stare at each other for a few seconds before he leans forward. You meet him halfway, lips pushing against each other in a sweet kiss. Jason pulls back for one second, then kisses you again. This time, he moves his mouth. It’s slow and sensual as he takes his time. He moves his hand to your side.

One of your hands presses against his bare chest while the other moves to the back of his neck. You pull him closer, and he smiles into the kiss, swiping his tongue along your lip that’s between his. You open your mouth and greet his tongue with yours.

Jason squeezes your body at the new contact. His tongue glides against yours for a few, and then his lips capture your tongue. He sucks on the muscle as he pulls away. You giggle, unable to contain your happiness.

“Cute,” he comments and dives in again, pushing you back on the bed and letting the covers fall lower. The cool air touches your skin, causing you to shiver. Jason rubs one hand up and down your arm while the other props himself up.

Jason lays half on and half off your body. Your hands tangle in his hair, making a mess of it—how you like it.

His hand travels down to your waist, massaging it as he continues to kiss you. The noise of your kisses fills the quiet room and fires your body gradually.

“I want to see you,” you say breathlessly once you pull away.

Jason nods and leans to one of the bedside tables. He turns the lamp on, adjusting the setting to a low lighting, then moves back. The light doesn’t reach every corner of the room, but it’s enough to see him better and not hurt your eyes.

Your gaze dances over his face, taking in the few scars that reside on his skin. His sharp features are a contrast to the softness in his eyes. A mix of black and white hair hangs over his forehead as he hovers over you.

You raise a hand to cup his face, thumb gently rubbing along his lower lip. Jason parts his mouth ever so slightly at your touch.

“Good?” he whispers.

“Perfect,” you reply and lean up to kiss him.

Jason grins against your lips, a small chuckle getting lost in your mouth. As the kiss continues, Jason’s hands explore your body. His hand rubs up and down your side, thumb brushing against the underside of your breast over your tank top. He does this a few times and then slips his palm under your top and squeezes your breast.

You hum contently in his mouth, hands tightening in his hair. Jason rubs his leg against the outer side of your thigh, kissing you, and massaging your chest. As the seconds tick by, you get more needy.

Jason, sensing this, moves his kisses down while shifting on top of you fully. You grab the bottom of your top and slide it off. Jason’s hand remains on your chest, watching how your body moves. Then, his other hand rests on your other breast.

Jason pushes your breasts up, marveling at how pretty they look. He leans down and kisses along the swells. Your eyes follow his movements. One hand moves back to his hair while the other covers one of his hands on your chest.

You suck in a breath when Jason nips at your skin. He chuckles against your body, biting one of your breasts and lingering a little longer.

You giggle as you arch your back and push your chest into his face more. He hums, releasing your skin and massaging the area—ridding the teeth marks he had left. Once gone, he gives your nipples a teasing twist, and then he drags his hands down your body. He leans down and captures your lips once more; one of his hands slips between your legs to feel you over your panties. He moans into the kiss when he feels the dampened material.

Jason slips a finger beneath the fabric to run up and down your slit, feeling just how wet you are.

“Fuck,” he breaths against your mouth.

His finger circles your entrance then moves up to circle your clit. Your hips jerk slightly at the sensation.

The kiss becomes sloppy as both your focuses move south.

Jason rubs your clit a few more times before moving down. He gradually slides a finger in your hole with ease from how wet you are.

You moan quietly at the feeling, legs spreading a little wider. Jason pulls away from the kiss and tucks his face in the crook of your neck. His finger still pumps into you. He moves slowly, which makes you buck your hips for more. Jason obliges, sliding in another finger and quickening his pace.

“Jay,” you mewl and tug his hair to lift his face. As soon as he does, he places his mouth on yours. The kiss is hot and fast, matching the pace of his hand.

“Need your mouth, Jay,” you whisper.

He nods, slides his fingers from you, then crawls down. You remove your underwear and inch up the bed so he has more space to lie. Once you’re both situated, he hooks his hands around your thighs and pulls you closer. He kisses your inner thighs, hair tickling your skin. You watch with rapt attention as he moves inward. Then, his hot tongue licks up your folds slowly.

Your head falls back as a pleased moan slips from your mouth.

Jason does the action again and when he reaches the top, he flicks his tongue repeatedly against your clit.

Gasping, you reach down to his hair.

Jason moves a hand to grope one of your breasts as his tongue glides up your slit again. He gathers your arousal and his spit in his mouth then lets it fall onto your pussy. The sight has you clenching.

Jason dives in again, zigzagging his tongue against your clit briefly before circling the muscle at your hole.

You moan when he pushes his tongue in. Jason moans with you against your skin, the hand on your breast squeezing.

His eyes close momentarily before he stares at you again. His tongue pushes in and out quickly for a few before lapping up your wetness. He alternates between licking and sucking. He feels and sounds like he’s a dehydrated man in the desert as he devours your sweet pussy.

Your legs try to squeeze around his head, but he uses his free hand to push down one of your thighs. Your whimpers get louder as you near your orgasm. Jason’s relentless as he continues to eat you out, occasionally pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

The knot in your tummy almost releases when a knock sounds at the door. However, before either of you can react, the door opens.

Jason snaps his gaze up, nose and chin glistening with your arousal. If it weren’t for being interrupted, you would’ve cummed at the sight.

You push your legs together and wrap an arm over your chest.

“Hey, you awak—”

Dick’s steps falter when he sees the two of you. Out of politeness, he looks away. Though that politeness dissipates quickly as a minute later, he’s looking again.

“What the fuck, Dick? Knock next time,” Jason hisses.

“I did knock,” Dick says weakly.

Your heart is beating quickly at having been caught. Not to mention, you’re naked in front of your boyfriend’s brother. The damp sheet caused by your dripping arousal and Jason’s spit beneath you is a constant reminder of what transpired seconds ago.

“Once!” Jason growls. “And what happened to waiting for a reply before walking in?”

Dick’s eyes glance at you, sweeping your form in under a second before averting to Jason. Unlike you, Jason still has his underwear on.

Jason, catching Dick’s gaze, grabs the sheet that had fallen and covers you haphazardly. You adjust it better.

“I didn’t think you’d actually be awake,” Dick says.

Jason narrows his eyes. “Well, I am, so go away and shut the damn door!”

Dick follows half of his order and shuts the door, staying inside.

“What?” Jason prompts.

Dick licks his lips. “I wanted to ask if you…”

“If I what?” Jason huffs, impatient.

It’s a little uncanny to see Dick so unsure. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be you and Jason.

“I don’t remember,” Dick replies.

“Then leave.”

Dick remains standing in place, eyes on both of you. After an awkward standstill, he shuffles closer to the door, however, he still doesn’t leave.

Jason eyes him keenly.

Your gaze drifts from Dick to Jason. You can see the gears in his head turning, probably trying to uncover the reason for Dick’s hesitance. Then, Jason’s irritation morphs into a look of cocky delight.

Jason finally looks at you since Dick’s arrival.

You give him a confused expression.

He smirks and turns to Dick again.

“Or, if Yn agrees, you can stay and enjoy the show.”

Your breath catches in your throat. The show?

Dick has a mix of surprise and hope in his eyes.

“A-Are you serious?” you ask Jason.

Jason averts his gaze to you and nods, hand slipping under the sheet to rub your ankle soothingly.

“If you want, baby.”

The idea of having an audience brings forth excitement and shame. Excitement because it’s thrilling to have someone get turned on by you—it’s nice to feel wanted; shame because you shouldn’t like that thrill. It was wrong to expose yourself in that way to someone who wasn’t your partner. But Jason has agreed to it, which creates another question.

Jason is the jealous type. He doesn’t like when someone looks at you for too long, so why is he okay with Dick watching? Then you recall the look of mischief in his eyes earlier. He wants to show you off, and he has something Dick doesn’t. You wonder how long it’s been since Dick has slept with someone to want this so badly.

Plus, Jason trusts Dick and trusts you. This isn’t some stranger.

“Do you want to?” you still ask.

Jason gives you a reassuring smile. “I’m fine either way. This decision is yours.”

“But I want you to be comfortable too,” you pout.

“I’ll be comfortable,” he insists. “What do you say? Will you let Dickie stay?”

Your lips rub together, eyes flickering to Dick who still stands motionless. He watches you eagerly.

“Okay,” you say and look at Jason. “He can stay.”

Jason grins, glances back at Dick, and says, “What a lucky duck.”

Then he slides the sheet from your body and lays back down, pulling you close by the hips.

“But I’m luckier,” he mutters before circling his tongue on your clit again.

Your breath hitches, eyes moving from Jason to Dick.

Dick has moved closer, but still stays at a respectful distance, and watches Jason’s tongue play with your nub.

Jason glides his muscle along your folds again, moving a hand to rub your clit. You know he’s trying to get you aroused again, and it’s working. Your gaze falls back onto Jason.

He continues to use his tongue and hand, and eventually, you forget Dick’s in the room. Your focus is on Jason between your legs. But then Jason lifts his head and looks at Dick, then you.

“Can he put himself to use and touch you?” Jason asks you.

Your eyes widen slightly. You open to ask if he’s sure, but Jason speaks again.

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t okay with it. Would you be?”

You trust both of these men. They won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. With that in mind, you nod.

Jason nods for Dick to come closer.

“Rub her clit,” Jason instructs.

Dick looks at you for permission, and after a nod and a smile from you, he brings two fingers against your clit and starts rubbing. Your hips jerk at the action.

Jason watches for a few seconds before moving his face between your legs again.

Although Jason was circling your nub a minute ago, knowing it’s someone else doing that brings a new sensation flowing through you.

Dick eyes Jason before looking at you. He catches your gaze.

“Can I touch you more?” he asks.

Your eyes flicker to Jason, who is already looking at you.

You look at Dick and say yes.

Dick switches hands and uses his other to massage one of your breasts. You gasp when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger experimentally.

You can feel Jason smile against your pussy as he watches from below.

Dick repeats his action after seeing how you liked it. He tugs on the nipple, pulling it upward before letting it go and watching your breast jiggle. He bites the inside of his cheek, grabbing your breast again to squeeze it. You can feel his growing bulge against your side.

Jason slides two fingers in your entrance without warning and nudges Dick’s hand from your clit. He replaces it with his tongue, wiggling it against you. Moaning, your head falls on the pillow behind you. Your climax approaches quickly, having been interrupted earlier.

Dick lowers his face until his lips graze your nipple. You let out a shuddered breath, which has Dick wrapping his lips around it. His other hand moves to massage your other breast.

He sucks and tugs your nipple up with his mouth. When it slips from his lips, he immediately starts flicking his tongue against it. You whine and tangle a hand in his hair.

“Can I kiss you?” Dick whispers, eyes moving from your breasts to your lips.

“No,” Jason answers for you, fingers still pumping inside your hole. “No kissing.”

Dick nods, not offended by his rule. He gives you a comforting smile to show he’s not bothered. You’re grateful for his understanding. While you aren’t against the rule, you like knowing Jason has his limits. You’re still his completely.

Jason moves back down. It’s not long before your legs are shaking around his head and one hand is gripping his hair while the other is gripping Dick’s hand on your breast.

Both men moan lowly at you cumming, watching your body squirm.

When Jason pulls away, he’s covered in your juices.

“Can I taste you?” Dick wonders.

Jason looks at you to say it’s your choice. You nod.

Jason moves to your slide while Dick lays between your legs. Jason leans down and kisses you. He tastes and smells like you.

Dick’s tongue grazes your folds tentatively. When you don’t tell him to stop, he flattens his tongue and licks up the remnants of your juices and wetness.

You mewl into Jason’s mouth at Dick’s actions.

Jason pulls away to glance at his brother and then at you again.

“Such a good princess, letting him taste you like the starved man he is,” Jason compliments and moves a few strands of hair from your face. “Bet it’s been a while, hm?”

As if confirming, Dick hums and pushes his face deeper. You inhale sharply, hand flying down to grab his locks. You writhe from overstimulation.

“God, you taste amazing,” Dick nearly growls into your pussy.

Jason smirks and angles your face toward him. He pulls you in for another kiss, tongue moving against yours.

Dick swiftly glides his tongue all around your pussy, sucking and licking every inch of it. He prods the tip of his tongue at your hole, testing you. Again, when he gets no complaints, he shoves his tongue deeper and circles your clit with a free hand.

You pull away from Jason with a loud moan.

“Fuck,” you pant, feeling another orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

“You gonna’ cum again, baby?” Jason asks, already knowing the answer. You nod, unable to speak as Dick increases his speed.

Jason rubs your head soothingly while he watches Dick eats your pussy with fervor. He then lays next to you sideways and kisses your neck. Your head tilts to give him better access.

Dick pulls another orgasm from you minutes later, making your body shake.

“Shit,” Dick curses after you start coming down from your high. He crawls from you, chin shining under the low lighting. He swipes a tongue along his lower lip as if addicted to your taste.

Jason pushes himself off the bed and begins to strip off his underwear. Your mouth waters when you see his hard cock.

“I know you still have another one in you,” he grins and climbs back on the bed. “Rotate, princess.”

He uses his hand to motion so you understand.

You flip your body so your head is now where your feet were.

“Move up,” Jason adds. He slowly follows you as your head inches closer to the edge. You stop when you’re at the end of the mattress.

You lean up on your elbows to look at him.

Jason shifts his eyes to Dick and raises his brows.

“You wanna join or watch?” Jason inquires.

Dick doesn’t need to be asked twice and undresses himself. He moves to stand behind your head, and it’s then you realize what’s about to happen. Your heart rate picks up in anxiousness, your walls clenching in anticipation.

“Just bite his dick if you want him to stop,” Jason jests and rubs your calves.

“Hey!” Dick huffs.

You smile, glad for the joke. You’re feeling more comfortable, but you still sense Dick’s hesitance. You’re unsure if it’s because he’s second-guessing this or if he’s nervous he might hurt you.

“Kidding,” Jason says. “If it gets too much, tap the bed twice.”

You nod.

Jason grins, bends over, and kisses you sweetly. He pulls away after a few seconds and leans back on his haunches.

“Lay back down and relax,” Jason says.

You do as he says. Your gaze meets Dick’s hardened cock hovering above your face.

“Touch him,” you hear Jason instruct.

You carefully reach up and take hold of Dick’s cock. He sucks in a breath.

You start rubbing your hand, but you need… Dick suddenly spits down, coating your fingers with his saliva. You spread it along his cock, then rub him again. Your hand glides smoother.

Jason’s hands travel up your legs to massage your sides, looking at your hands move. After a moment, he glides the tip of his dick along your wet folds a few times before rubbing his tip back and forth rapidly against your clit. Your legs try to close, but Jason halts them. You moan and whimper at the sensation.

Meanwhile, Dick starts thrusting shallowly in your hands. Precum seeps from his tip. With your thumb, you swipe it and use it to aid in your stroking.

Dick’s hips stutter at your action, a curse falling out of his mouth.

“Give him what he wants, baby,” Jason says, pausing his movements.

You lean up and kiss the underside of Dick’s tip. You trail the kisses downward until you reach the base, and then your tongue darts out to lick his balls lightly.

Dick’s breath quivers above you. He reaches down to your sides and gently tugs you closer to him so your head hangs off the edge of the mattress. You feel Jason shift closer; his hands start to rub your inner thighs.

With your head at a better angle, Dick adjusts his cock and nudges his tip against your mouth. Your lips part at his silent request, taking his head in your mouth.

You suck and swirl your tongue around his tip. One of your hands moves to his thigh. You pull him closer and he follows, dick pushing deeper in your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Dick gasps.

As if unable to stop himself, he starts moving his hips. Your other hand wraps around the part that’s not in your mouth, pumping slowly as you hollow your cheeks around his cock.

Jason squeezes your thighs and spits, smearing it over your entrance. Your mind is going crazy trying to split your focus.

Dick continues to move his hips carefully while Jason coats his tip with your arousal and his spit. Then, he gradually sinks inside. You moan around Dick’s cock, causing him to groan at the vibration.

Jason mutters a curse as your warm walls engulf his thick cock. He pulls out then pushes in again.

Both men move slowly as if not to hurt you. Your body shifts gently between them as they alternate thrusts. Dick pulls out a few times so you can breathe, but he never stays away for long. Jason progressively pumps his cock in your pussy until he bottoms out.

Your legs squeeze around Jason at the feeling.

“Doing so good, baby,” Jason coos. He stills for a moment before sliding almost all the way out, then sliding back in fully.

When Dick pushes farther and hits the back of your throat, you gag. Your hands grab his thighs, but you don’t push him away. Taking that as a green light, Dick continues his movements. The lewd squelching from Jason fucking your pussy combined with your small gags from Dick’s cock in your mouth has you needing more.

Your hips buck against Jason quickly, trying to get him to increase his speed. Jason takes the hint and gradually thrusts faster.

Jason’s quick pace pushes you against Dick harder, making you take Dick’s cock deeper. You sputter, but the feeling has a grip on Dick and instead of pulling away, he shifts forward until your lips are at his base.

You push against Dick’s thighs as a reflex, but your arms get pulled away. Jason pauses his movements.

“Breathe, princess. Show Dick how well you can take his cock,” Jason says gently.

You force yourself to calm down, relax, and breathe through your nose.

“That’s it,” Jason says and starts rolling his hips again.

“Such a good girl you got,” Dick murmurs. His hand comes down to graze your throat.

“Hm, isn’t she?” Jason hums with pride.

Dick slides out a bit then back in. There’s no doubt he’s watching the way his cock is moving in your throat.

He does this a few more times and then pulls out. He cradles your head as you cough and sit up slightly.

Jason smiles at you, slowing down, as Dick moves a piece of hair from your face.

“You okay?” Dick asks.

You glance up. He’s breathing a little heavier.

You nod and lie down again. You reach out for his thighs, pulling him toward you and taking his cock in your mouth again.

“Look at you,” Dick marvels, sliding his cock deep. “So eager for more.”

You hum around Dick and bob your head as best as you can, gagging every now and then.

Seeing you want more has Jason accelerating his speed once more. His skin slaps against yours, the sound filling the room.

You moan and let Jason’s thrusts push you against Dick.

Jason lifts your hips, making you arch your back and leaning your head back more.

“Shit, you look so pretty like this,” Jason grunts.

Your breasts bounce as both men push and pull from opposite ends. You feel so satisfied with both holes filled. It’s a new sensation you welcome with open arms.

Dick reaches down and squeezes your breasts a little roughly.

“Such a pretty little thing for us,” Dick says and pinches your nipples. He twists and lifts them slightly, letting the back-and-forth movement of your body aid in the sensation of your nipples being tugged in different directions.

You whine loudly at the feeling while your back arches more. There’s a mix of pain and pleasure from the action.

Dick chuckles above you; he releases your semi-sore nipples and soothes them with a rub.

“Feel good?” Dick asks with a faint smirk on his lips, pulling out of your mouth so you can respond.

“Y-Yes,” you reply, voice already a little hoarse.

Jason pulls out and suddenly flips you over. He moves back to give Dick space on the bed.

As Dick gets resituated, Jason pulls you against him. He turns your face and kisses you roughly. You gasp in his mouth, his action unexpected. You can tell he’s getting worked up with how fast he’s moving now.

“Want him to watch for a bit, yeah?” he says, but it’s not really a question.

Jason nudges your knees wider, positions his dick at your drenched hole, then thrusts up.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, hands coming up to grip his forearm that’s across your chest.

Jason fucks up into you hard. He’s no longer being careful since he doesn’t have to worry about you choking on Dick’s cock too much. In the back of your mind, you sense he’s doing this so Dick knows he’s not the only one who can make you feel good.

“S-Shit, Jay!” you cry, pushing your ass against him and taking what he’s giving you. His thick cock feels so good stretching your pussy.

“Look at him,” Jason says in your ear.

Although your eyes have been open, you weren’t registering what you were seeing. Your sight refocuses.

Dick’s on his haunches with a hand wrapped around his long cock. His eyes shift from your bouncing breasts to your face with your open mouth, to where Jason is pounding into you. It seems he doesn’t know where he wants to look.

“She feels so good around me,” Jason moans. “So fucking tight.”

Dick’s grip tightens around his cock, eyes shifting lower to watch Jason fuck you. It’s almost as if he’s imagining your walls squeezing around him, thinking just how tight you really are. You have a quick thought of what it might feel like to have both of them in between your legs.

“Jay,” your voice trembles, feeling your approaching orgasm.

Jason slows and pushes you down. Your face lands inches away from Dick’s cock. The aforementioned man wastes no time to move forward and guide his dick in your mouth again. His hands tangle in your hair, moving your head up and down at his will.

“Fuck, use your tongue just like that, Yn,” Dick pants when you wiggle the muscle against his shaft.

Jason picks up his pace, hands gripping your ass. Skin slapping, moans, and small gags fill your ears. The combination is filthy, but only arouses you more.

Dick stills your head but starts thrusting upwards instead. He moves with speed, and you have to force yourself to relax as he pushes down your throat repeatedly. His breathing gets heavier.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” Dick speaks fast through pants.

You hum a yes around his cock and keep your head down so he can use your throat.

Dick groans at your acceptance and increases his tempo. Your hand's fist into the sheets below, eyes filling with tears at Dick’s brutal pace.

Jason slows his movements as Dick fucks you roughly. His hands move to your hips and rub encouraging circles.

“Keep taking his cock, princess. You’re doing so well,” Jason says.

With Jason’s words, you push your face down lower until you’re taking Dick’s cock whole.

“Fuck yes, Yn. Feels so damn good. Just like that. Stay just like that,” Dick rambles as he nears his climax. He thrusts a few more times and then shoves his cock down your throat. You feel him twitch as he empties his load in your mouth, head thrown back.

Dick stays deep in your throat for a few long seconds before he carefully glides out. He sits back on the bed, chest still heaving from his high. You gasp for breath while looking up at him. His eyes drop to you, a smile forming on his lips. He reaches down to wipe the few tears off your cheeks.

“T-Thank you,” he murmurs.

You giggle and nod, then you feel Jason slam into you from behind. You jerk forward, eyes widening as you stare at Dick.

“My turn, baby. You gonna’ let me fill this pussy?” Jason asks and gives you another single thrust.

You look back and nod again, a needy whine emitting from your throat. “Need all of you.”

Jason smiles and starts gliding in and out.

You rest your cheek against the bed as he picks up his pace. Meanwhile, Dick’s hand runs through your hair smoothly.

Jason snaps his hips into yours. He’s quick to slide in but takes his time sliding out. The mix of speed and force has your mind clouding.

Your walls clench around Jason’s cock, loving the way he feels so big in your tight cunt. You can never get enough of this feeling. Each glide has your release building.

Jason’s hips rock into yours faster, and you have to force your legs to stay up so you don’t fall. However, Jason’s firm grip on your hips won’t let you fall anyways. You can tell he’s close by his rapid breaths and powerful thrusts.

“Fucking hell, baby, you,” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.

You squeeze around him again, hands clutching the bed sheets harder at his rough pace. Your body jolts up and down the mattress because of him. Though thanks to Dick’s hand against your head, you don’t slide too far.

“Need to see you,” Jason huffs and pulls out. He swiftly flips you, pushes your legs near your chest, then shoves his cock back in your pussy.

You cry at the deep angle, head pushing back as Jason keeps the speed he was at.

Jason stares down as he breathes through his mouth. His hair sticks to his forehead, brows burrowed.

“So good,” you mumble in a daze, thoughts hazy. “’eep going… please.”

Jason nods. He pushes into you roughly a couple more times before he bottoms out, leaning over you more and forcing your hips to raise. A sound between a gasp and a yelp escapes your mouth. He’s so deep as he shoots his cum in your pussy, filling you.

Jason pants laboriously as he rides out his climax. He leans down and kisses you lazily. You smile into the kiss, hands coming up to the sides of his head. The kiss lasts a few more seconds, and then Jason slides out.

Before your hips fall, Jason shifts you so your back is against his chest. He hooks your legs over his, pulling them open and exposing your used cunt to Dick.

He moves one hand to one of your breasts and the other down to rub your clit. You gasp at the feeling and squeeze your legs against Jason’s.

Dick watches as Jason’s cum seeps from your spent hole. It begins to pool under you.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty filled with my cum?” Jason questions with a smirk.

Dick flickers his gaze to Jason, then down again. He seems to want to say something but bites it back. Instead, he reaches out to swirl his fingers in the mess between your legs. He parts your folds with his fingers, getting a better look at you pushing Jason’s cum out.

Dick scoops some of it on two fingers before plunging his digits into your entrance. You gasp, hips bucking. His lips twitch in a smile at your reaction, pumping his fingers faster. He soon adds a third.

Jason’s hands continue to massage your breast and circle your clit. With both men’s hands on you, your body begins to squirm.

Dick’s hand move fast, alternating between thrusting and jerking up and down.

Jason’s hand gets a little rougher as he pinches, rolls, and tugs on your nipple. His other hand between your legs moves faster to match Dick’s pace.

You whine and try to close your legs, but Jason keeps them firmly apart.

“I’m about—” you try to warn, but the knot snaps, cumming over both men’s hands. Your hips stutter and your muscles contract against Jason. Your eyes roll back as your chest heaves.

Dick and Jason continue their movements, steadily coming to a stop.

You lay still against Jason while you catch your breath. He kisses your head and carefully lays you back onto the pillows. You already feel sore in your throat and between your legs, but you wouldn’t trade this feeling. You feel exhausted, but so happy.

You watch with tired eyes as Dick climbs off the mattress. He gets dressed and then comes to the side of the bed. He tilts your face toward his.

“Thank you. I had a fun time,” he says sweetly.

You smile. “Thank you, and me too.”

Dick grins, tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, then makes his way to the door. You watch as Jason and Dick exchange a respectful nod before Dick leaves.

Jason waits a minute before asking softly, “You okay?”

“More than okay,” you mumble.

“You’re not getting too attached to Dick now, are you?” he teases, but you know there’s a sliver of worry in his chest.

You shake your head, leaning up. “Never, Jay. I only ever want you.”

“You’re so good to me,” he sighs and kisses you fiercely. You can tell he’s putting all the thoughts he can’t form with words in the kiss. It makes your heart melt. If anything, you feel closer to Jason.

“How are you feeling?” you ask after the kiss.

Jason grazes his fingertips along your skin. “I’m good.”

“Just good?” you pry.

“As long as you’re not falling for Dick, I’m good.”

You raise a hand to his face. “You’ll forever be the only one who has my heart, Jason Todd. And I’m grateful you trust me, and Dick, to have experienced tonight. Did you not have fun?”

“I did,” he pauses as if debating his next thought. “Thought it was kinda hot seeing you take two cocks at once.”

Your body heats at remembering the feeling. You trail your hand from his face to his chest.

“Kinda?” you wonder.

Jason smiles and grabs your hand. He kisses your knuckles.

“Okay, it was really fucking hot,” he admits.

You giggle and hide your face in his chest. He laughs, wrapping his strong arms around your body.

“You getting shy on me now, princess?” he asks.

You don’t reply and nuzzle your head deeper. One of your legs drapes over his body, pressing yourself against him as if trying to disappear. The simple motion brushes your pussy against his dick and sends a shiver down your spine.

Jason must feel the same thing because he releases a shaky sigh.

You’re both quiet as you think of what to do. Your body is spent, and your energy is low. However, the thought of Jason filling you up has another wave of lust circulating through you.

“I want to feel you again,” you murmur.

Jason lifts your face and connects your lips. It’s a languid kiss that still makes your heart race even after all these years.

He reaches down, covers his shaft with his cum from earlier, then aligns his cock with your hole and eases inside again.

Jason swallows the noise you make, continuing the kiss. He rocks his hips in a leisurely rhythm.

You hold onto him tightly. You savor the taste of his tongue and the feeling of him inside you. Jason’s love for you is oozing from his pores, and you bask in it as he holds you equally as tight.

You hope in your next life that you and Jason will find your way to each other again for you can’t ever imagine being with anyone else.

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“This Is What You Came For”

Based on the scene where Tuk, Lo’ak and Tsireya are being held at gunpoint by Quaritch and his squad. Miles tells Jake to hand himself in otherwise he’ll shoot Lo’ak. Imagine you are Jake.

Recom soldiers (Quaritch/Lyle/Mansk/Prager/Ja/Lopez/Brown/Fike) x recom-Y/N

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, Hurt/comfort, non-con (sorry i love it), gangbang, voyeurism

Masterlist

9117 words

I have a big story to tell. My past is long and changed significantly once I arrived on Pandora as a marine soldier.

I was originally meant to work under the command of Colonel Quaritch but when Jake Sully arrived, I was given the task to help him get used to Pandora. I had my own Avatar already. Before Jake came, I would provide protection for Grace and her team every time we went into the forest to get samples of new botanical species. Lyle would often join us, but he didn’t have an Avatar.

The day Jake got lost was the same day I left at night to go find him. He was my assignment and I would be screwed if I didn’t find him alive. So while wandering the forest alone, obviously fully armed with guns and knives, I encountered real Na’vi. They were on horseback and brought me to Hometree, to decide whether to execute me. It surprised me because I expected to be dead on the spot but then luckily Jake said he knew me and persuaded Neytiri to persuade her parents not to have me executed.

I was young at that point in life. But time went by quickly.

Once problems started to rise I had to make a decision and I chose to turn on my own kind and help Jake save Pandora.

I fought by his side and we won the battle. But at the time, we didn’t know it would only be the first of many.

Just like Jake, the clan and Eywa transferred my consciousness from my human body to my Na’vi Avatar.

Now, Jake and I were close friends. I was the aunt to his and Neytiri’s kids and we recently left the forest because the Sky People were back. We travelled to the coastlines and were accepted into a new clan.

Now, the fight had been going on for a while and Jake was badly injured. Neytiri had retrieved him on her Ikran and flown him to safety because she knew that Quaritch was going after him. Quaritch was hunting Jake Sully, and me, Y/N L/N.

I rode next to Ronal and Tonowari on my ilu to free Lo’ak, Tuk, and Tsireya. We stopped and I raised my sniper gun, checking to see whether it was safe to shoot one of the other recom’s from here. Suddenly, I heard Quaritch.

“Y/N, tell your friends to stand down.” he says with a pause. I gasp and I feel my heart sink. He has the kids cuffed and at gunpoint. Half of me wants to go there with the warriors behind me and kill every single soldier, but I know better than to act on emotions. I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t listen…

“You want your kids back?” he asks, knowing the damn answer. “Come out alone.” Quaritch orders. I tense, my ears tipped back. Of course, just like I remembered him. Nothing seemed to change about the Colonel other than his body. I noticed Z-Dog and Lyle on either side of him. I knew they all despised me. But I used to have quite a close relationship with Zdinarsk and Lyle and I were friendly. I guess that gave them more of a reason to hate me. That I chose this planet over everything I had with them.

“You know better than to test my result.” the Colonel warns, pointing his gun at the back of Lo’ak’s head. My heart is racing.

I snarl, cursing myself and putting my sniper gun down, knowing it won’t help me now. He kept on talking.

“I took you under my wing, Y/N. You betrayed me. You killed your own good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kid.” the Colonel snarls.

I lean my hand in front of me, taking deep breaths to think about my next move. I know I need to listen to him.

I glanced at Ronal and Tonorwari who were both furious about the recoms taking Tsireya. Then I looked behind me and scanned all the warriors who had joined us. We were enough people to take down the ship, but we couldn’t endanger the kids’ lives.

My ears droop to the sides and I let my head hang before telling Ronal and Tonowari to stay here and keep the clan away.

Tonwori warns me that they are killers of Tulkun and that they need to die here and today. I nod, agreeing with him.

“They came here for me… for me and Jake. That’s what this whole thing is about…” I tell them and Ronal snarls in general anger and frustration.

“You brought this upon us! You!” she says in a harsh tone and I flinch a little, but I completely understand her anger.

“Then it’s me who has to do this…” I say and Tonowari gives me a firm nod before signalling to his warriors to stand down. I take a deep breath, looking back at the ship.

“Offer’s fixin’ to expire…” Quaritch warns me. “What’s it gonna be?”

My worried gaze turns into a glare. “Check your fire. I’m coming out.” I say, moving my gun back around my shoulder and moving forwards on my ilu.

Neytiri is circling the sky on her Ikran, watching the scene play out. She presses her neck and asks me what’s happening.

I sigh, feeling my gut wrench and stomach drop. Honestly, I feel a little sick. But I can’t tell her what I’m doing. I don’t have the heart to tell Neytiri. She helped me so much in the past years, I owed it to her to give my life for her children.

My ilu and I leave the warriors behind us and we dive under the water's surface.

I see one of the Tulkun nearby and it seems to acknowledge me. It was the outsider. The one that Lo’ak had befriended. I believed his story and he showed me the bond they had. I disconnected my queue from my beloved ilu, patting its neck as a goodbye before swimming towards the Tulkun.

If they want me to come to them I might as well make my entrance impressive.

The Tulkun lets me close to it and I hold on to its fin as he pulls me through the water. I look behind me to see the bottom of the clan’s animals and my loyal ilu waiting for me to return. It breaks my heart, leaving it behind, but it was the right thing to do.

We neared the ship and I moved on to the Tulkun’s back, and hold on to one of the horn-like shapes it has on its head. It swims up to the water's surface and soon, we slowly glide out of the water and in front of the ship.

Immediately everyone onboard shuffles around and all weapons are pointed at me. I stay, kneeling on its back as it brings me to the side so I can comfortably step on board. I glide my hand over its skin and thank the Tulkun before standing upright and for the first time, I set foot onto the ship.

I locked eyes with the Colonel, examining him and his team. Their guns remained pointed at me and followed my steps. I stopped, standing in front of them with nothing in my hands. The water was dripping from my body and hair, creating small puddles beneath my feet.

I shifted my gaze to the kids. They all looked worried but Tsireya and Tuk seemed a little relieved that an adult on their side was with them. On the other hand, Lo’ak looked upset. I saw him shaking his head at me before, he must not want me to give up my life. But I owe it to all of them. I owe it to Jake for helping me escape, I owe it to Neytiri for taking care of me, to the kids who have always been so lovely over the years and to Eywa. I saved Ewya once, but I also brought this upon her. I needed to make it right.

Quaritch firmly nodded, pressing his lips into a straight line and turning to face me while still pointing his gun at Lo’ak. That angered me.

“Slowly remove your weapon.” he ordered me and my ears tipped back, showing him clear signs of discomfort. I was about to rid my protection.

I listened, slowly pulling the strap over my head and arm, holding my gun in my hand before gently throwing it to the side.

A recom soldier kicked it out of my reach and I glared at him before looking back at Miles.

“Let them go.” I snarled and he glared back. With some hesitation, he lowered his weapon and signalled something to his soldiers. To my relief, they started opening the handcuffs of the children but still held them by the arms.

I stood firmly on the ground, my tail flicking around in irritation. I felt protective over them. They needed to return to Neytiri safe and unharmed.

“Let ‘em go.” The Colonel ordered, harshly pushing Lo’ak away from himself and towards me. Lo’ak glanced around and grabbed Tsireya’s hand before warily walking to me. Tuk couldn’t wait anymore. She was terrified of the soldiers so she sprinted to me and hugged my lower waist, hiding her face in my hip. I leaned down, cradling her body and holding her close to me. My hand stroked her head to try and comfort her in any way possible.

“Shh Tuk. It’s all okay now. You can go home.” I say in a soft voice, forgetting about all the danger around us for a second. Lo’ak comes around my other side and hugs me too. I hold them all for a few seconds as if we were one family and when Tuk lifts her head, I wipe her tears.

“Don’t cry Tuk. You are safe now.” I force a smile and press her forehead to mine. That was something that always helped calm her down when she was a baby. It seemed to still work.

In the next few seconds, I heard the cry of an Ikran and the flap of its wings behind me. I looked up and all soldiers had changed their aim from me to something behind me.

I just smiled in relief, knowing who it was.

I turned around and Neytiri had gotten off her Ikran and stood behind me, but luckily she wasn’t pointing weapons at the enemy.

“Don’t shoot.” I shout, wanting them to know she was here for her children.

Tuk gasped and ran to her mother and Lo’ak quickly joined her. Tsireya followed Lo’ak.

I want to walk to Neytiri too but I hear a shout behind me.

“You take one more step Y/L/N and I open fire.” The Colonel warns. “You’re stayin’ here.”

I freeze in my step and look over my shoulder to let him know I heard him before turning back to Neytiri. She had put Tuk on her Ikran already and Lo’ak and Tsireya got onto the Tulkun that brought me here.

Neytiri and I exchanged eye contact and as much as she hated that I was part of the reason this was happening, her gaze softened. She knew what I was doing and it saddened her. She also took to heart that I put her children's lives over my own and gave me a sad smile.

“I thank you Y/N…” she said in Na’vi.

I nod, smiling and bowing my head a little.

“You proved yourself to the Great Mother. It will not be forgotten.”

Her words make me feel proud and I thank her. She walks over to me, in slow strides, her eyes not leaving mine. Now I could see how saddened she was.

Her eyes are just as teared up as mine are.

She pressed her own forehead against mine and thanked me again, for helping her children. Then, she returned to her Ikran, looking at me one last time before taking off. Lo’ak and Tsierya were ordered by her to go, and I waved at Lo’ak slowly. He returned the gesture, also visibly sad and they dived under the water.

I stared at the open ocean for a few moments before taking a deep breath and turning back to face the Colonel.

I couldn’t read his expression but it had changed. Maybe seeing me with children had some kind of impact on him. After all, I knew he more or less thought of himself as Spider’s dad.

Then he signalled something and most weapons were put down. I heard a few chuckles from the soldiers around me who had now encircled me and blocked my exit. They were recoms. The humans didn’t dare get so close. I hiss at one that’s too close for my liking but he just smirks, not moving back.

“This is going to be fun.” the Colonel says, evilly smirking at me before turning around and leading the way. Almost instantly, a gun is pointed at my head and I am pushed forward, being told to follow him.

I let out a shaky breath but oblige. At least I wasn’t being held down.

We entered a large hall which looked like an empty car storage area inside the ship. There was a light in the middle of the ceiling that didn’t reach the dark corners. I sigh. This was probably the last room I was going to see in my life.

I knew whatever they had planned wasn’t going to go well for me. Then again, I was surprised I was still alive now. Maybe they wanted me for questioning first.

I heard a few footsteps behind me stop walking and then I heard a voice sternly say, “No humans allowed.”.

There was complaining coming from the humans on board and then the large doors started automatically closing.

All daylight was now gone and everything seemed dimmer. I was urged to walk to the centre of the room so that I more or less stood beneath the light.

The soldiers stopped around me, creating a type of wide circle to make sure I couldn’t escape. I assumed the doors were all locked anyway, so I wouldn’t test my luck.

“Zdinarsk, Warren, go to the deck and help Walker and Zhang.” the Colonel said and they nodded before walking off. I watched Zdinarsk and our eyes met but she left anyway without saying a word. I wasn’t surprised.

I slowly turn around, scanning everyone. Just to see what I was dealing with. Most of them looked the same, everyone wearing similar attire but something small would always differentiate them.

Surrounding Y/N stood Prager, Mansk, Fike, Ja(Alexander), Brown, Lopez, Wainfleet, and the Colonel. Their weapons were no longer pointed at her but they still held them firmly, in case she were to try something.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and you will answer them.” the Colonel says, stepping forward a little and resting his hands on his vest. I turn to face him and glare again.

What makes him think I’m going to willingly snitch on my family?

“If you refuse, then you won’t look as pretty by the time we’re done.” Quaritch adds, and a bald soldier and a soldier wearing his cap backwards flash metal rods and another soldier cracks his knuckles behind me. I’ve seen them use those on other clans. They shock and electrocute them.

I recognize Lyle and Brown.

I frown at his words. He would always somehow manage to catch me off guard.

When I look back at him, he takes it as an answer to my understanding of the terms and conditions.

“How does it feel to betray your own kind, Y/N? Your own people.” he snarls and I scoff. As long as I answer I should be fine. What I say is up to me.

“Great.” I reply, staring him dead in the eye. He raises an eyebrow before nodding at Lyle. He steps forward and I feel a cold metal come in contact with my thigh before my whole body is tensed and I flinch at the shock waves running through me.

I yelp and quickly step away from him, my hand covering where he electrocuted me. I stared at him in shock. He didn’t even hesitate. After years of us knowing each other and that man mindlessly hurt me.

“Ah! Fuck- ‘in hell…You idiot- I answered the question!” I swear, not understanding why he did that.

My reaction amused the soldiers.

“Doesn’t seem to be going that well for you.” Quaritch teases and I look back at him, my eyes furious. God, I hated him. A few men chuckle and I twirl my tail around my leg. Being in the spotlight like this made me uncomfortable.

“Who’s here with you that we know?” the Colonel asks and my ears flick away a drop of water that fell from my hair.

I hesitate, not wanting to expose them. But then again, it wasn’t such a secret since they were watching the others leave Pandora after we had won. I hear the shock rod go off close to me as a warning and I jumped before opening my mouth to say something.

“Most of the science team…” I say, a bit quieter now. He doesn’t say anything and just keeps looking at me. I take it as a hint to elaborate.

“Dr. Norm Spellman, Max Patel, John, Lily, …”

“What about Augustine?” Quaritch asks and my frown turns into a blank expression. I stare at him in slight disbelief, trying to find out whether he was serious or not.

My silence seems to make him uncomfortable. So he signals his soldier to shock me but I answer before he can.

“You killed Grace…” I snarl at him, the memory paining me. He doesn’t seem upset but he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that.

“You shot her… in her stomach.”

He looked away, not saying anything.

“But the Great Mother accepted her. Her soul is with Eywa now.” I softly say. He looks back. I can tell not a single person in this room still fully understood the power of Eywa.

“Grace helped Pandora, unlike you. Eywa will have no mercy on you.”

After what was probably a minute of silence, he continued questioning me.

“Where’s Sully?” he asks. I decide to irritate him just a little more.

“Which one?” I reply, smirking. I knew I wouldn’t get shocked because I answered and played it off as an innocent question.

His ears tipped back and he caught on to my attitude.

“Answer.” Quaritch demanded.

“I don’t know.” I say and suddenly I feel the same pain and shock shoot through my body. But this time, it comes from my hip.

I whine, bending forward and resting one arm on my knee while I regain my breath. I throw Brown a dirty look before returning my gaze to Quaritch.

“He’s injured. I don’t know where they took him. He could be anywhere.”

“I feel like you would know where.” the Colonel replies, taking an intimidating step forward. I stand my ground.

“No.” I simply say and suddenly I feel both rods on my ribs and shock waves hit me again. My knees give out and I’m kneeling on the floor, one arm hugging my waist while the other holds me up.

Quaritch stares me down before sighing and shaking his head.

“You know Y/N, I used to think of you as my best soldier.” he says and my ears perk up.

“You were everything you needed to be. I was hoping you’d become Colonel one day too.”

He was playing mind games with me. I wasn’t going to fall for it. I got off my knees and stood in front of him again.

“I don’t know why you decided to run off with Sully. But I can see it changed you.” he locks eyes with me again and he looks angry.

“I didn’t think it would be possible, but turns out you really did become Na’vi, huh?” he continues, almost mocking me.

“You live with them, talk like them…Hell, look at you. Ya even dress like ‘em.” he growls and I look down at my body. I wore typical female Na’vi clothing. A top which I used to think barely covered my chest and a loincloth.

I heard some shuffling around me and then Quaritch smirked.

“Definitely not complainin’.”

The soldiers around me chuckle darkly. I used to be one of them and now they think they can treat me like a minority.

That’s it. He crossed the line. I know exactly what that meant and it was completely unnecessary.

“Asshole.” I snarl and his eyes widen at my comment.

“I see you kept your spirit at least.” he grins. “Guess it won’t be as easy to break ya.”

I huff and he watches me for a while before asking away again.

“Who do you have the kids with? Sully?” he asks and I look at him confused. Did he not know they were Jake’s and Neytiri’s?

“What kids?” I ask and Lyle takes a step forward but I move out of his way when he tries to touch me with the metal stick again.

“They aren’t mine.”

“I’m meant to believe that?” he asks me and scoffs. I’m getting really frustrated here.

“They’re Neytiri’s… and Jake’s.” I say, knowing they are safe so it won’t matter if I tell them.

“You don’t have kids? Ya didn’t settle down like Sully?” he asks and I glare at him again. But I know I have to answer so I shake my head ‘no’.

“Why’d ya give yourself up for them then?” he asks, genuinely.

“Because they don’t deserve to die. They saw me as one of them.” I coldly replied, still angry about how they were treated. “I on the other hand came here with the intention to kill for our kind. People like that don’t deserve a good life.”

A few moments of silence.

Quaritch claps his hands together and smirks. “Well then, that’ll just make this even better.”

I stare at him trying to figure out what he means but I snap out of it when I see Lyle move out of the corner of my eye and I move away again. He huffs out in annoyance.

“Cut it out, I swear to god.” I say, having enough of this bullshit. But Lyle and Brown both attempt to shock me again this time. I turn around, facing them now and hiss. It just seems to annoy Lyle even more and the next time he tries to hit me with the rod I lose it.

“That’s it, you fuckin-” I start swearing, grabbing the rod where he’s holding it and kneeing him in the stomach. He lets go, groaning and bending forwards. I immediately upper-punch him in the face and he stumbles back. Behind me, Brown attempts to restrain my arms but I elbow him in the chest, knocking the air out of him and he lets go, taking a few steps back.

I want to turn around to face Quaritch but now Prager and Ja have dropped their weapons and run forward to try to contain me.

They seemed to forget that I used to be a marine too.

Prager wraps his arms around my waist, holding my arms down. I kick myself off the ground in a launch-mode position and then kick Ja in the face, sending him to the ground. When I land on my feet, I lean down, keeping the motion and Prager is more or less thrown over me.

He lets go and then I see Lyle standing and coming for me again. I just throw myself on him and tackle him to the ground. Lyle manages to hit me in the face but it doesn’t phase me. He rolls us over and tries pinning my arms down but I knee him between the legs and he gives out much easier than expected.

I roll him around and am now straddling his waist, delivering punch after punch to his face.

Before I know it, someone grabs both my arms and my braid, pulling me off of Lyle and hurling me to my feet. I struggle and try to set myself free from their grip but I can’t. I’m held tightly in place and pulled against this soldier's body, with my back pressing against his chest. The tight grip on my braid pains me.

I look up and notice it's Mansk. He removed his glasses and looked pissed off. That was unlike him. Rarely things got to him, he would usually have a neutral stern face with occasional smiles.

This was new. But maybe, I was the problem. Not like I cared if I annoyed him. Nothing could compare to the hell these meathead idiots put me through.

Lyle and Brown are helped up and all eyes are back on me. My chest is heaving slightly more than before and I feel the blood running down from my nose.

Quaritch doesn’t even seem angry. He actually looks impressed. The soldiers that didn’t join like Fike and Lopez are waiting for orders and seem to be expecting a horrible reaction from the Colonel. The soldiers that I did hit on the other hand… those fuckers are out for blood. I mean every single one of them looks at me like they want to kill me. Lyle included. The once goofy dumbass I would work with has his eyes filled with fury.

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this is how I go down. This could very well be how I die.

“What? Did you forget I used to be like you?” I snicker, not being able to hold back a small grin. I took down most of them. I was impressed with myself. Damn. Jake would be impressed too.

Quaritch smirked. I amused him. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ the princess treatment now.” he said. I wasn’t expecting it. Usually, fighting others in combat would earn someone more respect. That didn’t work in this case.

“Anyway…” Quaritch started again, starting to slowly walk around Mansk and me while the other soldiers watched him. As if they were waiting for permission to kill me and finish me off. “Since you’re ours now and we can do with you as we please…”

My eyes shoot to him and my ears perk up. His words confuse me but they have caught my attention.

“And you’re Na’vi now so you understand your body… you can help us out.” Quaritch states, stopping and facing me again. His hands are still holding onto the top of his vest.

My ears tip back when I hear him ask for my help. The last thing I would do is willingly help them. He scoffs at my reaction and Mansk rearranges his grip on my body, making sure to keep it tight.

“We noticed we get, frustrated, more easily…” Quaritch spoke, pretending as if it were nothing. “And you just happened to trigger that reaction again.”

I huff, glaring at him again. My body tenses and I try to push myself away from Mansk who just tugs me back into him.

“How do we contain or… solve that problem, Y/N?” Quaritch asks, taking a step towards me. His tall and built form is almost towering over my slightly smaller frame. I was never small but I never reached their height either.

My eyes widen and I gulp. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he does. If they are going through their heat, or rut actually, then only finding a mate and forming tsaheylu can solve that as far as I know. And if that is the case here, I need to leave right now. The last thing I need is to be spiritually connected to these monsters through Eywa. She would probably banish me along with them.

He takes note of my reaction. “I can tell that you know the answer. Why don’t you open your pretty lil’ mouth and share it with us?” Quaritch mocks me and I notice how it spikes everyone's interest. It makes me feel more nervous than angry, to be honest. Nervous and even a little frightened because I don’t know what is to come.

I myself was nearing my heat cycle, so my pheromones could be stronger but I shouldn’t be due for the next week or two at least. I wasn’t feeling the symptoms either so I should be fine.

“No? You want to keep it to yourself? Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, sweetheart.” He says, turning away and walking to a chair. He picks it up, bringing it to the circle and sitting on it the wrong way.

“There’s one rule, squad. You listen to everything I say. If you don’t, you’re out and I’ll deal with you personally.” Quaritch threatened, scanning over his unit. A few soldiers nod while others just look between him and me.

I notice Mansk has tightened his grip on me and is almost hugging me from behind. If you could call his tight, bruising grip a hug.

“Understood?” Quaritch asks, wanting to make himself clear. Everyone responds with ‘yes sir.’ and the Colonel nods.

“Alright then. Deal with her.” he snarls and I hear a few dark chuckles and growls around the room. They seemed to know what to do while I was confused.

Mansk grins behind me and harshly pushes me forwards, almost making me stumble. I yelp and stop before I can get closer to the other soldiers but some of them are already making their way to me, their grins and smirks making me feel small. Almost instantly, multiple hands are on me and suddenly, my knee is kicked in. I whine as my legs give out and I fall to my knees while being pushed down. I feel two hands wrap around my queue and some push down my back, so I’m struggling to keep myself up on all fours. My hands are pulled from beneath me and arranged in front of me and I feel someone lift my waist.

I protest, curses and swear words spilling from my lips but they don’t faze anyone. I also continue to fight against their grip, hoping to make this as difficult for them as possible.

Quickly looking around me I notice some soldiers stood standing and watching. Around me, I recognize Mansk, Lyle, Lopez, and Fike.

“Come back here, hot stuff.” Mansk was behind me, pulling me back by my waist and hips when I tried to crawl away. Lyle was on my side and I assumed his hands were around my queue. Lopez and Fike were holding me down by pushing my back and grabbing my arms. Mansk had wrapped his arm around my tail, holding me in place.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’.” I heard Mansk growl and my eyes widened in shock when I felt my stomach erupt in excitement and realised my body was positively reacting to their handling.

Within the next few seconds, someone delivered a harsh slap to my ass and I cried out, arching my back in pain before dropping my head and trying to hide my embarrassed face.

Lyle chuckled at my reaction, moving to sit in front of me now. He picked up my face into his hand, forcing me to look up at him. I closed my eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Look at you turning all red, buttercup.” he cooed, and it felt like he was making fun of me. “This ain’t how I remember you.”

I open my eyes and glare up at him while he just grins.

Fike’s hands are on the waistband of my loincloth and he looks back to the Colonel for permission.

“Take it off.” Quaritch orders and the soldier's snicker in response. My eyes shoot wide open when I hear the words and I struggle again.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I will-” I start threatening but within seconds I feel someone quite literally rip the cloth from my waist. I scream in shock and in pain because the fingers that removed it scratched my skin. I pull my head away from Lyle’s grip.

His focus seems to have been distracted from my face and shifted to my bare waist. He could only watch his colleague's reactions to imagine what you looked like. Based on their groans and curses, he couldn’t wait to have his turn.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Mansk groaned, resting his hand on my bare hip and Lopez laughed.

“Christmas came early.” Fike jokes and I hide my face in my arm again.

Some soldiers standing around came behind Mansk to see and I tried blocking their laughs and jokes out.

“Show me.” Lyle ordered, becoming visibly impatient. His hand still held my braid while the other pulled me around by my waist. He leaned over to see what I looked like and when he cursed too I wanted to cry. The embarrassment was overwhelming. I’d never had this much unwanted attention and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

“You better hurry the fuck up. I’m next.” Lyle grinned, looking at Mansk who pulled my hips back to him. I closed my legs and managed to cover myself with my now free tail but it earned me another harsh slap to my other ass cheek.

“Don’t hide baby. It won’t help you.” I heard Quaritch say and my cheeks heated up even more. I forgot he was still there and he was probably watching the whole thing. The superior I used to look up to was watching and commanding his men to use me.

My tail was snatched away by Mansk again and Lopez untied the knot I made on my back, holding my chest piece in place. It fell open and I clenched my jaw together, tensing all my muscles. It was pulled over my head and I watched as someone threw it to the side. I was completely naked now. In front of 8 men.

Hands were feeling up and down my body, squeezing and caressing my bare, burning skin.

Lyle was back in front of me now, hand holding my face. I didn’t even fight his grip anymore, I just let him hold my head up.

My teary eyes and flushed face seemed to turn him on even more.

“You look so pretty, baby. Don’t worry, you’re gonna get what you want.” He cooed and I managed to gather the strength and snarl at him. He knew damn well this is not what I asked for.

I heard someone unbuckle their belt and shuffle behind me. Before long, my hips were pulled flush against someone else’s bare abdomen. I gasped, looking behind me and whining. I hated how the excitement in my stomach turned into the wetness that was gathering by my core. It wasn’t fair. I needed to stay strong. I wanted to prove to them that I was still strong and could resist as long as I wanted to. But the truth was, my opposing and rebellious thoughts were fading and being replaced with feelings I was denying for way too long.

Mansk grinded himself against me, feeling my slick on himself.

“Shit- looks like you’re enjoying this.” he snarled and I shook my head no, my ears strained back. But I was lying to myself at this point.

“Not yet.” Quaritch said and Mansk stopped. “Prep her first.”

Mansk pulled away and suddenly, someone pushed two fingers into me and I bit down on my lip.

Lyle was watching my reactions, falling silent and looking almost mesmerised. His ears were pointed forwards, trying to pick up all and any noises I made. Even just your heavy breathing had him feeling fired up.

The fingers inside me started moving and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, fighting the urge to just submit and let them use me. I whine again through clenched teeth and hear how Lyle sighs.

Luckily it stops before I can fall apart and the fingers which belong to Lopez are removed.

“Fuck, look at how wet she is.” he says, spreading the slick over my hot skin.

That’s when I know that I can’t hide it anymore. Hot tears start spilling down my face in embarrassment and I become aware of the fact that I am screwed. My pride is gone.

“Aw, don’t cry, buttercup. We’ll make you feel good.” Lyle teases me, running a thumb over my cheek and wiping away a few tears.

“No.” I whimper, trying in one last attempt to keep up my rebellious act but then I feel Mansk line himself up with me and then it’s all over.

One of his hands is on my tail while the other then tightly grips my waist and with one strong thrust, he’s inside me. I gasp at the stretch and the foreign feeling of intrusion. He mutters a curse under his breath, stilling for a moment.

“Shit- so tight. I’m only half in.” he says, his tone a little quieter now and a few soldiers laugh. My wide eyes meet Lyle’s when he says only half and Lyle laughs too.

“Don’t worry, baby. You can take it.” he says, and surprisingly his now softer voice comforts me. He rubs his thumb over my cheek again while Mansk pulls out and with his next thrusts, he pushes even deeper into me. A whimper and a sob leave my lips, but the noises seem to spur him on. He’s getting a reaction from me and that’s what he needs.

Soon, he’s thrusting in and out of me and it starts feeling good. His heavy breathing and grunting have my stomach erupting in sick butterflies and then he hits a spot inside me that shoots pleasure through me. My tensed figure suddenly relaxes and I involuntarily arch my back and moan.

The soldier’s heads shoot to me and Lyle looks surprised but the filthy noise makes his grin return.

“Look at you, taking it like a good slut.” he says and lightly slaps my cheek. It doesn’t even hurt, it just stings a little and manages to keep my head in reality.

Mansk speeds up his pace, pulling me back against him every time he thrusts forward. I feel another pair of hands move up and down my arched back while the others grope my breasts and play with my nipples.

Lyle grips my jaw again and takes advantage of my parted lips. He pushes his thumb past them and into my hot mouth. My jaw drops open a bit more and our eyes meet. My half-lidded eyes find his intrigued gaze and I watch his eyes widen as I swirl my tongue around his finger.

“Shit.” he whispers, unable to stop watching me suck his thumb. Mansk speeds up even more and I moan around Lyle’s finger.

Hastily, he removes it from my mouth and his hands fly to his belt. I watch as he opens everything, pulling his cammies down his waist swiftly. His toned abdomen, his v-line, toned thighs and huge dick make me moan again.

Lyle can’t wait any longer and pulls my head to his length, wrapping his fingers around my braid again.

Without any fucking hesitation, I stick my tongue out and sloppily lick a long stripe from his base to his tip. I keep my eyes trained on his face and watch how his lips are white from how hard he’s biting down on them.

Next, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his head. He moans and I notice his body shudder.

Mansk is relentlessly fucking into me and I feel myself get close too. He keeps hitting the same spot inside me and I moan around Lyle.

In the next few seconds, my legs shake and I clench around Mansk who curses again and rides out my orgasm. My eyes roll to the back of my head and then his hips still with his cock deep inside me. Mansk releases his load, leaning forward and hugging my waist to keep me close to him. My quivering legs slowly slide out from beneath me but Mansk gets up and pulls me back up by my waist. He pulls out with a sigh and Lyle removes himself from my lips.

“My fucking turn.” Lyle announces, getting up and taking Mansk’s position. Mansk moves to the side, regaining his breath before getting dressed.

Fike had been jerking off to my sounds and watched how I was being fucked. He finished just before I did and was now getting dressed with Mansk. They both got up, grinning at each other before taking their previous spots and holding their weapons.

Lyle doesn’t need to wait, he just immediately pushes himself deep into me and starts to fuck me. I moan, trying to crawl away because I’m still so sensitive but he just tugs me back and tightens his grip. Lopez is now in front of me and his pants open too. My vision is a little blurry now, but maybe it’s just my clouded mind. I can’t properly comprehend what’s happening but I sure can’t fight it. I just let it happen now.

Lyle grabs my thighs, spreading them further apart so that my legs are resting around his. One of his hands is wrapped around my tail while the other is groping my ass.

I want to moan but then my mouth is filled with Lopez’s dick. I open my mouth as he makes me almost choke and let my tongue trace his veins. Lopez groans, his ears tipped back and fangs bared. Their primal side turns me on.

"Watch it with those." Lopez growls out, his thumb tracing over my fangs. I don't even get the chance to nod before I'm urged to take more.

I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far into my mouth as possible before hollowing my cheeks. He snarls, responding to the pleasure and slowly moves in and out of me.

Compared to him, Lyle is fucking the life out of me. The area where the skin of his thighs and abdomen slaps mine has turned red and no longer stings, it's becoming numb.

I moan around Lopez again and because I’m already so fucked out, time passes quicker. Lyle finishes by plunging himself as deep as Mansk into me and cumming. He makes me come a second time because he paid attention to how my body responded to him and applied pressure on my clit to get me over the edge. Seeing my eyes roll back again sent Lopez into euphoria and after they both pulled away and my quivering self was laying on the floor regaining my breath, their positions were taken.

Strong hands pull me from the ground and back onto all fours. My knees and palms became red and sore. I open my eyes and see Prager, Ja, and Brown kneeling around me.

Brown lines himself up behind me while Ja cups my face, smiling. Prager is keeping me stable and holding me in place so I don’t fall over.

“I can’t- anymore.” I sob, feeling like a mess. My skin has beads of sweat covering it, my face is flushed and my hips are bruised. The blood from my nose ran down my lips and I can taste the blood.

Tears are wiped away by Ja and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Prager and Brown look over at Quaritch.

“She can take it.” Quaritch assures. His voice reminds me of how angry I felt before. Like he would know whether I can or can’t.

I feel Brown push into me and moan. My slick mixed with Lyle’s and Mansk’s cum is dripping down my legs now. I protest with a whimper, spreading my arms and legs so that I really don’t collapse.

“Someone’s been fucked dumb.” Ja coo’s but it no longer makes me feel embarrassed. It makes me enjoy it that much more.

Brown tugs my hips towards him, his tail caressing my thigh as he ruts into me with no mercy. Prager and Ja switch places and Prager is opening his belt in front of me again. I started feeling like I was about to lose consciousness from everything happening around me.

Once Prager rid himself of his pants, I instinctively opened my mouth and he chuckled. His former colleague who beat him in combat was now waiting for him to push his cock into her mouth.

“Didn’t think I’d ever get to see you like this, Y/N.” he teases but his words just went in one ear and out the other. The other men laughed.

“Hurry up before she passes out on you.” A voice from one of the soldiers standing called and more snickers followed.

“Take it easy on her. I’m surprised she’s still standin’.” Quaritch says and I can tell by the way he says it that he’s grinning.

Prager nods and Brown slows down a little. Then Prager places his tip on my lips, gripping the back of my head and pushing about halfway in. I’m more used to the intrusion so I can take more of him. He bites his lip, pulling out before back slowly advancing a little further in. He’s almost bottomed out and I choke a little, squeezing my eyes shut. Another tear runs down my cheek and Prager moans, his head falling back.

I hear a few voices around me exchanging words and in synch with Brown’s thrusts, Prager pushes all the way down my throat so that my nose is pressed against his abdomen. My eyes are wide because I can’t believe I’m able to take him so far down my throat. Especially because he and all the other soldiers are so big.

I hold back a choke and cough a little, swallowing around him which drives Prager feral. He and Brown both still their hips and the soldiers standing around cheer at him and whistle.

“Shit, she can take it all. Makes me want to have another turn.” Someone says but I’m too distracted to figure out who it is.

“Not today, otherwise, we’ll lose her.” Quaritch chuckles.

Prager and Brown both pull out while Ja holds me up now. Brown finishes quickly and then Prager follows. I swallow Prager’s load out of reflex because he is so far down my throat.

When Prager pulls out I gasp for air and cough, which has a few soldiers snickering darkly. He high-fives Brown as he gets up, but Prager stays kneeling by me to hold me up for Ja.

“You okay, baby?” Ja asks but I can’t respond. I feel so weak and tired. He lets go of my waist and I slowly sink to the ground. My limbs are almost useless at this point.

Prager is grinning while Ja takes a bit of pity on me. He carefully turns me around so that I’m laying on my back before climbing on top of me, his arms caging me in. I feel a little less exposed like this at least. He smirks when my eyes meet his.

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he whispers, taking into consideration how sore I am and how watery my eyes are.

“Oh god.” someone laughs. “Lover-boy’s fallin’ in love again.”

Ja’s ears tip back and he glares at the soldier that commented that.

“Hey. Cut it out and let the man handle things. Someone has to be last.” Lyle stepped in.

My ears have drooped, and I just watch him. I’m too tired to even turn my head.

Ja looks at me before undoing his pants. When he slips them down, he checks on me again to make sure I’m still awake. He seems very caring. Unlike the others. It makes me feel safer. It also makes me regret kicking him in the face before.

Ja takes one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist and then he takes both my hands and pins them above my head with one of his. I don’t even lift a finger in protest.

Then, he moves his hips forward and slowly enters me. He manages to push all the way in because I’m stretched out from all the others but it doesn’t feel any less good.

They’ve all been deprived of sexual relief for a long time and now they could finally let it all out.

He’s about to pull out again when someone comments on something. Ja was about to punch his colleague and take you away so he could have you to himself but the comment stopped his violent thoughts.

“Damn, look.” Lopez nudges Brown and Mansk, but their eyes are already fixed on your abdomen. Lyle chuckles and even Quaritch now stands up to look.

Ja is confused and looks down only to be met with one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. He examines the belly bulge, letting go of your thigh and pressing down lightly on your abdomen.

I whine, closing my eyes and it makes Ja want to claim me as his right then and there.

“Fuck, you don’t know how good you look right now, babygirl.” Mansk says, feeling needy all over again.

I whimper, letting my head fall to the side so that I’m not looking at them.

“Poor girl’s embarrassed. Leave her alone.” Prager jokes and they chuckle knowing you’ve been embarrassed from the second your knees hit the ground.

“You’re okay, baby. Let me take care of you.” Ja whispered, leaning down to my ear. I look up at him and nod a little in response which makes him smile.

Slowly and steadily, he pulls out of me. Ja starts gently thrusting into me, his one hand returning to keep my thigh around his lower waist. He rubs his hand along the skin, keeping it in place while he makes sure I feel good too. Every reaction I give him he takes into account and once I arch my back off the ground and into him, he grins, seeing it as a positive response. He speeds up just a little, but not enough to have our skin slapping.

I whimper and occasionally moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

He drops his head and licks the skin around my nipples before biting and kissing my neck.

The kisses surprise me but they piss Quaritch off.

“Not her mouth. Don’t you dare.” Quaritch orders, sternly. Ja looks up, not seeming happy with the order but still listening. He doesn’t nod, he just returns to kissing my neck which makes the butterflies in my tummy come to life again.

My mouth drops open as I feel another orgasm start to build up.

Ja’s thrusts become a little sloppy and he grinds down against my clit every time he bottoms out.

“You can let go, baby.” he whispers in my ear and I nod again. With the next few thrusts, I’m in heaven. My pussy clenches around him which pushes him over the edge but he rides out both our orgasms.

His head is dropped in the crook of my neck while we both regain our breath. I can’t even open my eyes, I just go limp. Ja gives my cheek a small kiss before carefully letting go of me and pulling out. Quaritch glares at him before Ja starts getting dressed.

I just lay on the floor, my legs resting on top of each other with one arm slightly covering my chest.

Quaritch walks over to me and squats down. He turns my head to look up at him and I notice the shit-eating grin on his face. He watches how my ears tip back and my little rebellion against him amuses the Colonel.

“You and I aren’t done yet.” he whispers before standing up.

“Prager, get the towel. Lyle, help the poor lady up.” he orders and Lyle walks over to me, sinking to his knees and pulling me up into a sitting position. Prager comes over and wipes away the mixture of body fluids than ran down my inner thighs. I flinch when he touches my pussy but Lyle comforts me by holding my cheek and rubbing my belly.

“You did well, buttercup.” he says and I would have scoffed at the pet name which I was now able to comprehend again, but I was mentally absent.

The towel is wrapped around me and Lyle pulls me to my feet. He’s about to pick me up but to his surprise, I push him away.

“I can fucking walk by myself, I don’t need your help.” I say. My previous attitude returning amuses the squad.

Lyle grins. “Go ahead.”

He removes his arms from under my arms and I take a step forward. Almost immediately my quivering legs give out but before I can sink to the ground, Lyle catches me again.

“Fuck.” I swear and he chuckles.

“Pick her up.” Quaritch orders and Lyle scoops me into his arms. I cover my face with the towel and don’t protest.

“What were you saying, baby?” Lyle teased and Mansk chuckled.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumble. Lyle grins and starts walking behind the Colonel. The squad pick up their things and make their way to the exit.

“I want to go back.” I say, only loud enough for Lyle and Miles to hear.

I wanted to go back to my family, but I knew that there was no chance of that happening.

Quaritch scoffed, stopping in front of the exit doors and tucking in my towel so that nothing was exposed.

“Not happening. This is what you came for Y/N.” he teased, making sure I was covered before pressing the button and the large automatic doors opened. The daylight hit me and I shielded myself with the towel.

Mansk and Ja walked beside Lyle to keep the people and other soldiers who weren’t recoms away. They felt protective over you. You were their Y/N after all.

No one needed to know about their business. All they saw was them carrying out a limp, not moving Na’vi. Whether she was dead or alive, they didn’t know.

What the recoms knew was that they were not finished with you and you knew Quaritch still had plans.

The team knew you from before. They wouldn’t shoot you and dump your body in the water. You were being taken back to their base, where they would take care of you.

(probably won't be able to post for the next 2 weeks, so sorry. I'm learning for finals and have so many assignments due.)

Let me know how you liked it <3 i appreciate all feedback. This took me way too long💞💀

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joekeeryswife · 9 months ago

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ballet recital - m.m

a/n: hello honeys! how cute is this concept! loving the idea of Mason being a girl dad (sorry not sorry lol). i didn’t know how to end it lmfao. if you have any requests send them through!! anyways enjoy reading 🩰

taglist: @noturbabe22 @luvvtrent @peterparkerbae @masonreds

“are you excited for your ballet recital honey?” you heard Mason’s voice as he spoke to your 5 year old daughter Margot.

“yes daddy i am. are you still coming?” she had been excited for this recital for months and so had Mason.

this was a big deal for all of you and it just so happened that her recital landed on the day after Mason’s football game for England.

The squad had travelled to Portugal for the game and you both hadn’t even realised it at the time. “i’m sorry sweetheart, you know i’m in Portugal for a game but i promise i’ll make it next time”

she pouted and looked defeated but she understood that her dad had to work and nodded. but what she didn’t know was you and Mason had planned for him to fly home the day after early in the morning and surprise her.

“you know i would love to be there angel and i will be there next time. don’t get upset, it hurts my heart” she put on a brave face and showed him a tight lipped smile.

“i know daddy. love you�� she handed the phone back to you and ran off to her room, you knew she was upset and that hurt you. “she looked heartbroken. that made me feel awful, you should go check on her” you nodded and smiled softly.

“we will be watching your game tonight. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” Mason nodded and smiled back at you “i love you” he said and brushed his hand through his hair.

“i love you too. be safe” with that you ended the phone and made your way to your daughters room. you knocked on her door carefully hoping to not frighten her.

you could hear the cutest voice on the other side say ‘come in’ so you did. she was on her bedroom floor playing with her barbie’s she’d gotten for christmas a couple months before. “are you okay sweetie?” you sat down next to her and ran your hand up and down her back.

she nodded and continued to play with her dolls. “would you like me to face-time daddy whilst you’re preforming?” she shrugged, you could tell she was upset and wanted her dad to be there.

“you’ve got so many people coming to see you remember? you’ve got not your nanny’s, grandads, uncle lewis and auntie jas and your cousins are coming” she looked up at you, her eyes filled with sadness. “it’s not the same” you nodded, agreeing.

“it’s not but daddy wouldn’t want you to be sad would he? he’d want you to be excited about this baby. he’s very proud of you” your hands went to her cheeks and stroked them softly. “do you think he’d want us to facetime him? he wouldn’t get annoyed?” you frowned.

“why would he be annoyed honey? he would love for you to facetime him” you were confused “but he has football and we would be interrupting him” even though Margot was only five she was so smart, one of the smartest in her class.

“absolutely not. your father would not be annoyed at all, i bet you he’d be crying on the phone whilst watching you” you lent in and kissed her forehead. “don’t you go worrying about it sweetheart, we can do whatever you want and if you want me to facetime him whilst you’re preforming then i will” she nodded.

“you are so beautiful Margot, do you know that?” you blushed and nodded again “i love you mama” your heart melted. “i love you more sweet girl”

-♡-

Mason had landed an hour ago and was now on his way to the dance hall, he was messaging you every so often to give you updates on where he was and how long he was going to be and it looked like he was getting there ten minutes before it was Margot’s classes turn to preform.

you met up with your parents, your siblings, Masons parents and his siblings at the front of the dance hall. Margot was dressed in her pink leotard, tutu and ballet shoes. “wow look at you pretty girl” Lewis said as Margot ran up to him.

he picked her up and showered her in kisses, careful to not mess up her bun. “thank you uncle lewis” you were lucky that both of your families were close, everyone got along. “you excited to preform honey? you’re gonna do so good” your mum kissed Margot’s cheek where a deep red blush spread on her cheeks.

“i’m super excited” she squealed “we should go in and find our seats, Margot do you want to go find your teacher?” you asked as Lewis put her down. she nodded. you knelt down in front of her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re gonna do so well, you’re beautiful, the best ballerina i’ve ever seen. no nerves, no tears because you are gonna do amazing. and, i’m going to facetime your dad as soon as the show starts okay?” she smiled and nodded. Margot got nervous easily which sometimes made her cry but you knew today she wouldn’t, she was going to do great.

you all entered the dance hall and was greeted by Margot’s teacher who pointed you in the right direction to your seats and took Margot backstage. you were all practically front row and it was shocking as there was so many people here.

you saved a seat for Mason next to you and the hall quickly filled up. it was 5 minutes before the kids got on stage that Mason finally came through the doors to the hall and was searching around for you all. he spotted you and quickly walked to you all and kissed your cheek. “hi honey” he made you jump but nevertheless you knew who it was and quickly turned towards him.

you kissed him and he sat down next to you “i missed you” he said, placing his hand on your thigh. “you were gone for one day, you couldn’t of missed me that much” you rolled your eyes but blushed slightly. “one day too long, i wanted to come home as soon as the game finished. i’m never going away without you both again” you giggled at how precious he was.

the lights in the hall dimmed and the curtains opened to a stage which was decorated beautifully. your eyes focused for your little girl who stepped out with her classmates, they all stood in a line and looked around the room for their parents.

Margot locked eyes with Mason and blushed brightly and waved at him, seeing her on the stage made Mason tear up. his first born was growing up so quickly and this made him realise it. he waved back and blew her a kiss and the music started playing.

the class started preforming their ballet routine and your heart melted. seeing Margot dancing after practicing for months was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. she looked so comfortable as she danced.

you looked over at your mum who was recording the whole thing with the biggest smile on her face. you grabbed Masons hand which was on your leg and squeezed it tightly. you looked at him and he had a few tears rolling down his cheeks which you quickly wiped away and kissed his cheek.

“she looks so cute” he whispered, his eyes never leaving his little girl. “she’s doing amazing. she practiced so hard for this, it’s nice to see the final thing” he nodded as he squeezed your hand. you’d only ever seen Mason cry a handful of times since you’d been together.

nothing to do with the societal view of men crying makes them look weak, he just wasn’t a big crier. you’d only ever seen him cry when he’d watched the notebook with you, the birth or Margot, her first birthday and a couple other times.

the dance recital wasn’t very long, 30 minutes to be exact as there was two classes. after the recital had finished everyone was instructed to wait outside so they could collect their child and you stood waiting with Mason, hand in hand.

Margot was the first one out, running straight toward Mason who accepted her with open arms. “oh my girl you did so well” he picked her up and hugged her tightly. your daughter loved surprises and you knew this one would mean a lot to her.

he kissed her head and everyone awed at the two of them. “you said you weren’t coming” Margot said as she squeezed him tighter like he was going to disappear if she let go. “you really think i’d miss it? no way”

“you did so amazing poppet, you looked so beautiful” Debbie said making her look up from Masons neck. “thank you nanny” she was blushing. “do you think we should go out and celebrate? have some food together?” Mason said making Margot nod.

all of you decided on a food place and celebrated your little girls performance. Margot and Mason had sat next to each other and he had never felt love like this before. surrounded by the people he loved celebrating his daughter.

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rharyx · 4 months ago

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Now that I've beaten Dawntrail, I can safely say it's one of my favorite expansions. Like, none of the expansions have actually been bad imo, but Dawntrail is just super comfy and enjoyable.

Wuk Lamat is a lovable character, and I'm proud to call her my sister Lamaty'i. I honestly don't get the hate for her role in the plot, nor her voice acting. She's adorable, and I loved seeing her grow, and experiencing Tural through both her initially naive eyes and her more trained eyes.

Everything about the journey through Tural was really fun, and I think it's some of the best zones we've gotten in a while. I loved arriving in a new place and learning about a new culture and their people, and seeing how it all tied into the Rite of Succession and what Lamaty'i was going to take away from it. How it all added to the stories of her, Koana, and even Zoraal Ja was really well done.

Like, Endwalker was good, don't get me wrong, but all the "end of the saga" doom and gloom really wore me down sometimes, so having a more lighthearted vacation where it's just you and your friends in a new land taking in the sights and helping out where you can was really relieving. I loved the entire time I spent traveling across Tural.

It all felt like a proper adventure, one that the Warrior of Light has been yearning for. They're an adventurer at heart, and sure they'll protect the world when they're called upon, but they at their core just like to travel and meet new people. They love the Star with all their heart, whether due to being a shard of Azem or not. And so this adventure through Tural was exactly what they needed. And you can see it in their eyes.

There are some nit picky stuff I could say that I didn't care for overall, but in the grand scheme of things they don't matter at all, because the expansion as a whole was just really enjoyable. I just can't understand the negative reception it's getting from some people.

Maybe I'm just pulling this out of nowhere, but I feel like we're finally seeing the consequences of so many people being told to "skip ARR" and the earlier stuff so they can get to ShB -- "the good stuff." We're getting people who are calling DT boring or slow, because all they really focused on was the high points of ShB and EW, not realizing DT is what most of the game is actually like. Idk, but DT just felt like all the parts of FF14 that I've enjoyed from the start rolled into one. And if you're only here for ShB-type stuff, you're just not engaging with the game properly.

Anyway, I love Dawntrail, and I love all the new characters and bits of lore it introduces, and I'm sad I already finished it because I don't want to wait for more story content. I really want to see where this story goes, and I want to see more of my Turali family.

#ff14 #dawntrail #final fantasy #wuk lamat #koana #ffxiv #final fantasy 14

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your-mommy-ems · 8 months ago

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Hiii im Emma the amount of fandoms I'm in is concerning. The amount of books i'm writing at once is also concerning. Point is you should just be concerned, enjoy your stay at my blog - here is a piece of cake 🍰

-> Im Emma/Ems or whatever nickname u want to give me I love giving people nicknames and petnames. Basic info -> She/her, minor, capricorn, intj, australian, ferrari girl, i will defend my babies warnette and evajacks until i die, a believer in sarcasm, i post about my writing sometimes, sometimes - cause im too lazy to write, im an ambivert and a joey lynch and damon torrance defender

Books -> [series] The inheritance games, acotar, shatter me, the folk of the air, pjo [im new to the fandom] the prison healer, caraval, ouabh, dance of theives, divine rivals, boys of tommen, the lunar chronicles, the red queen, the naturals, six of crows, devils night, boys of tommen [standalone] Better than the movies, the do over, betting on you (basically anything by lynn painter), the cheat sheet, powerless, the summer of broken rules and A LOT more. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Music -> taylor swift, gracie abrams, [recently getting into] maisie peters, tate mcrea, sadie jean, a little of lana del rey, chase atlantic, artic monkeys, guns and roses, conan gray. my music is all over the place lmao. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Movies/tv shows -> friends, b99, babysitters club, alexa and katie, fuller house, now you see me 1&2, oceans 11,12&13, knives out 1&2, mamma mia, adam project, red notice, enola holmes, and pretty much most chick flicks 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Other -> rain <3, christmas, baking/cooking, art -> I paint, sketch, and draw, whenever I feel like it. I mostly draw though. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Moodboards -> I love making moodboards here is the masterlist 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝Writing -> i have a few side blogs but my public writing blog is @the-ballad-of-us and i also have a secret one see if you can find it ;)

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#intro post #new theme new intro cause i was SICK of the hearts and everything changing #so hopefully this time it works other wise im cracking a tantrum

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years ago

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Power Armor Punch Part Fifty Two

Masterlist

Teshteal: *going absolutely mad slaughtering the mutants at the plant. He practically blitzes the whole area and back then comes for the ones that escaped to the shore with almost deranged glee when he’s through he stands, tossing aside the supersledge and whipes his hands off and smirks like he didn’t just completely wipe out a whole Supermutant faction*

(Note: I love this little gremlin devil dude lol!!!)

Nick: *manages to get a worn white dress shirt and a steel chest plate from Dejen*

Gardio: Oh! You’re back in one piece! How do you feel?

Nick: So far so good. He even managed to get that annoying hitch in my wrist fixed.

Gardio: Well, good. You ready to head out then?

Nick: Yeah- wait. Where’s Teshteal?

Gardio: I sent him ahead to check on how Jas is doing. Figured once you were fixed up they could use the extra help. *realizes something and starts digging in his pocket* He said to give you this. *hands him the note*

Nick: *takes it* What is…? *eyes widen when it hits him. He frowns and nods before pocketing them in his own bag, next to his guns and old hat which he quickly puts on after* Ahem… well. Should we hit the road?

Gardio: Hit the road we shall. *with that they head upstairs*

DiMA: *relieved when he sees Nick walking around on his own again* Nick! Brother! I’m so happy to see you on your feet again. I was so worried for you.

Nick: Well you can thank Faraday for that. Really worked out every kink in the system. *content smile*

DiMA: I surely would be lost without him, as would all of Acadia.

Nick: *nods* Indeed you would. Well, so long, brother. We’re off to the light house for a case.

DiMA: Safe travels brother.

Nick and Gardio: *leaves*

Jasmine: (Goes partly limp from exhaustion. There’s another wound in her leg just below her knee aside from her side and shoulder one with the bullet also still lodged inside, luckily it didn’t hit an artery or shatter her bone. In total there are three wounds along with some wicked bruising from the close ranged bullets that hit her and her self harm cuts)

Donovan: (Quickly slings Jasmine’s arm over his shoulder and half drags her over to the bridge with his pistol raised, listening for any noise)

Jasmine: (Cries out in pain when she is moved, going back to fighting her childhood friend to get away)

Donovan: (Ignores her hits for the sake of getting somewhere safe despite the the fact that her swings sting) “I know it hurts Rosie, bear with me here….”

Jasmine: (Absolutely hellbent on getting away, she can’t think of anything else to do)

Donovan: (Gets them both under the bridge in one piece, arranging the girl so she’s restrained in his lap. It can’t be helping with keeping her calm, but he has to hold her back) “Shhh, it’s okay…”

Jasmine: (Throwing a hissy fit, mud and water flying everywhere as she kicks her legs to try and gain enough momentum to break free. They are seated in a large puddle of water that collected from the rain, so her splashing makes enough noise to draw attention)

Donovan: (Is again forced to pin her legs down with his, heart dropping when he hears how this makes her sob out with a scream of pure fear) “I’m not gonna hurt you Rosie-Posie, just tryna keep us from potentially getting eaten alive.” (Presses her head against his shoulder to keep the hysterical girl still) “I’m so sorry, I swear that I will make this up to you later.”

Ma: (Sweeping through the area with Joyce and the gang of fishermen, making sure the coast is completely clear. They poke at the corpses with the ends of their guns, looking at one another with confusion)

Pirate: (Running around with her nose in the air, trying to catch the scent of whoever was just here and slaughtering everything)

Teshteal: *already bolted into the water and ran into the woods on the otherside. He’s not taking a chance in hell with a strange dog- one’s enough with Dogmeat around. If Nick and Gardio make it there, first, fine, but Jas wouldn’t be able to vouch for him anyway.*

Nick: *walking along the path from Acadia and keeping an eye out for enemies in the fog* Did he clean my eyes too? Everything looks… crisper somehow.

Gardio: You know, I just get to forgetting you’re a robot and then you say something like that. *looks down at Nick with a chuckle*

Nick: I am what I am. *shrugs*

Teshteal: *running their way and comes skidding to a halt a few feet in front of them*

Gardio: Li- *shakes his head* I mean- Teshteal?! What are you doing here?!

Teshteal: I beat up a bunch of Super Mutants trying to protect Rosie and a bunch of people trying to help her. She’s badly hurt because she ran away and picked a fight-

Nick: *startled look at Gardio* She ran OFF?!

Teshteal: Why ELSE would she be out here this long after you sent Lucille out. Also Lucille’s no where to be seen.

Nick: *swears* I’m going to have a word with her-

Gardio: Rosie?

Nick: Yes, her, too, but also Lucille! Where the HELL did she go?! Why?! What was she THINKING?! *storming off down the road*

Gardio: *frowns and follows. That isn’t like Lucille at all to just leave someone. Wonders what happened*

Jasmine: (Takes in a sharp breath, whimpering as she finally gives in and stops struggling. Not that she wants to, she’s just so damn exhausted and fading out that she can’t fight anymore)

Donovan: (Sigh of relief, relaxing his hold on her. He gently gathers her so she’s cradled in his lap, giving her a moment to calm down) “There we go sweetheart…”

Jasmine: (Mewls weakly while she covers her face with her hands)

Donovan: (Gently rocks the girl) “Hush now….” (Both of them are soaked head to toe and caked with muck from the stream, that can’t be good for the young girls wounds or overall wellbeing. She’s so fragile and fragmented in his arms, far from the spunky gal with the big personality he once knew. Poor baby…)

Jasmine: (Croaks out when she feels a splitting pain throughout her body, seeing spots due to the blood loss)

Donovan: (Lifts her up bridal style and runs back to the trappers house to get cover so he can slow down the bleeding)

Ma: (Sees Donny running with Jasmine in his arms and comes over to guard the house with Joyce and the fishermen, still so confused on what just happened. But they have to stay diligent, they could’ve drawn in a Fog Crawler or some gulpers with all the noise)

Donovan: (Rushes inside and up the stairs, setting Jas down on a table) (Quietly) “Hold on Rosie-Posie…” (Lifts up the edge of both of her bloodied and soaked shirts to get a better view of her most dire wound. The meat hook dug into her flesh, but he doesn’t think it hit any organs)

Jasmine: (Screams out loudly, swatting in the air frantically)

Donovan: (Covers her mouth and strokes her hair. Luckily for them the thunder and rain drowns out the teens desperate cries) “Shhh, sweetie it’s alright. I have to slow the bleeding down or else you could bleed out, I’m sorry.” (Reaches into his bag for the emergency compression bandages he and Ma had scavenged from a military base. She’s too weak for a stimpak even if it’s a diluted one, using one would do more harm than good)

Jasmine: (Cries out for her Dad while Donovan maneuvers her so he can get the bandage in place, pain and fear erupting through her body when he has to move the waistline of her pants down so he can secure the pad of the bandage. She tries to remain still, telling her mind that’s made out of scrambled eggs that Donny won’t hurt her like that, but it’s hard)

Donovan: (Cleans off as much muck and blood as he can with a rag, strapping the bandage in place before moving on to her shoulder wound. He starts up the same process, unable to move away her shirt with how wiggly Jas is so he just straps it in place right over her shirt. They’ll do a proper cleaning when they get back to the lighthouse)

Jasmine: (By the time he’s strapping on the final compression bandage on her leg over her pants because they can’t be rolled up, she’s whimpering pleas and covering her chest with both of her hands)

Donovan: (Remembers how the note Lucille gave them said that Rosie had been sexually assaulted at one point, which explains her screaming. It shatters his soul to think of what horrible events could have transpired to their sweet little Rosalinda to make her act like this…) “I’m not gonna hurt you Rosie, you’re too precious to me for that to happen.”

Jasmine: (Just keeps crying for her Dad, trying to get off the table)

Nick: *letting Teshteal lead them to the place. They quickly come upon the trapper hut*

Teshteal: *stops short mostly because of the dog* There. I can smell Rosie in there.

Gardio: *still finds it so weird he can do that* Good job.

Nick: *takes the lead and jogs over to the trapper house, he frowns hearing Jas’s screams of terror. Panicked tone as he approaches and he can make out her cries more distinctly from the thunder* Rosalinda?!

Gardio and Teshteal: *following not far behind but giving Nick some distance so they don’t look like a group of mafia thugs and their underdressed boss… not that that helps much*

Donovan: (Scoops Jas in his arms so he can take her back to the lighthouse, adjusting her so she’s not uncomfortable and won’t be jostled)

Jasmine: (More than anything she wants to be with her Dad, but she can’t articulate her mind enough to ask Donny to take her to him. Hell, she’s still trying to get away from him but can’t really struggle much)

Donovan: (Presses his forehead against hers, gently lulling her by shushing her and rocking her) “Don’t worry, I’ve got you Rosie-Posie” (Starts going down the stairs, finding that Joyce is standing guard there)

Joyce: (Eyes widen when she sees the muddy and bloodied girl with several compression bandages on her body) “Oh my god! Is she alright!?!” (Sees that Donovan is also full of blood and muck) “Are you alright?!?”

Donovan: (Ignoring her last question) “For now she’s still kicking at it, we have to act fast if we want to keep it that way. She’s a tough cookie but she ain’t holding out forever.” (Walks outside and nods at Ma and the fishermen, ready to head back)

Pirate: (Starts barking like crazy when she sees Nick, Gardio, and Teshteal coming their way, baring her teeth while she snarls)

Donovan: (Eyes widen as he aims his pistol from under Jas’s legs straight at the Synth Detective) (Growling protectively) “STOP RIGHT THERE!!!”

Ma: (Cocks back her shotgun, pointing it at the strange and dangerous looking trio as well while she hovers by Donovan and Jas like a Mama Bear protecting her cubs)

Joyce: (Has her hunting rifle out, ready to defend the little girl who her friends seem to care so much about)

Fishermen: (Loyally follows their example, aiming their weapons and spreading out to surround the group)

Jasmine: (Wailing loudly and desperately. Has zero clue what is going on, she only knows that everyone is tense about something and she’s hurting all over)

Nick: *stops dead, raising his hands in the air*

Gardio and Teshteal: *follows his lead*

Dogmeat: *comes bounding forward, tail wagging like crazy as he jumps up on Nick, panting, just happy to see his beloved owner*

Nick: Dogmeat- pal- not now. *lifts his knee to get him to settle down*

Dogmeat: *does so*

Nick: *to Donny and the others* We don’t want any trouble. I’m just here for Rosalinda’s sake. I just got out of the shop and when I heard what happened from Teshteal, here, I came running as fast as I could. And from the looks of her she’s very badly hurt so you have a lot of time to waste, Donovan- that is you, right?

Donovan: (Grasps his gun tighter and holds Jas closer, staring down the synth across from him warily) “How the hell do you know my name and Rosie’s?!? Who are you people?!?” (Looks behind Nick at the jumbo glowing one and the fun-sized devil man. What a day this has turned out to be)

Jasmine: (Hears Nicks voice and she whimpers like a baby crying out for her parent, taking her hands off her face to claw at her blood soaked shirt)

Ma: (Looks at Jasmine when she does this, then at Nick, putting it together. She doesn’t let down her shotgun just yet though, this whole situation still seems off to her and she wants to hear it from Nick to confirm who he is)

Pirate: (Gets in between Donovan and Nick while snarling ferociously, figuring she has to protect her dear owner who rescued her and the little girl he’s holding from the mysterious metal man)

Joyce: (Recognizes Teshteal as the guy who wiped out the super mutants while she keeps her guard up)

Fishermen: (Just following Ma’s and Donny’s lead, they ain’t firing or moving until they say so)

Nick: *glances at the two men behind him* These two are Gardio and Teshteal, friends of mine who came along to help fend off the more dangerous inhabitants of the island. *nods at the supermutant corpses scattered in piles of their own bretheren* I see you’ve met Teshteal already.

Nick: As for me, the name’s Nick Valentine and I’m Rosie’s adopted father and the detective who’s putting all the clues about her past together. Now we can stand here and glare at each other until one of us shoots first or we can get her to safety- preferrably before she passes out completely from bloodloss. What’ll it be, Donny?

Jasmine: (Can hear that Dad is nearby, yet he’s not coming for her while she is sobbing desperately and shaking all over from pain, fear, and the cold) “Dad! Daddy, help please!” (Reaching out blindly for him, still not understanding what’s happening. She just wants to be with Dad)

Donovan: (Takes two steps back, soothing the girl by rocking her slightly while he stares down the opposing group. For all he knows, these people could be making their poor Rosie’s situation worse, or even be the cause of it. He has no idea all that Nick went through to keep his daughter safe and as well cared for as possible)

Jasmine: (Crying out even more desperately, adrenaline pumping back through her weak body while she thrashes) “Daddy! Daddy! I want my Daddy…!”

Ma: (Finally has had enough and lowers her shotgun, turning to face her son) “Donny…” (Motions her head towards Nick)

Donovan: (Shakes his head) “We don’t know them or what they might’ve done!” (Remembers seeing Jasmine change so quickly and unexpectedly, going from sobbing and clinging to him to suddenly being coldly stoic and flinging him through the air. And then there’s the chems, Rosie wouldn’t take those! Nevertheless that savagely and hungrily! They aren’t being told something here…)

Ma: (Huffs impatiently, gesturing for everyone to lower their weapons while she brings up her mother voice and points at Jasmine) “Well obviously Rosa-Marie does! For crying out loud, look at the poor child!” (Face breaks into a somber one as she puts her hand over her heart at the sight of the little girl crying for her father to comfort her)

Fishermen: (Obediently lower their guns at Ma’s command, still alert and cautious of the trio and their dog)

Donovan: (Hesitantly takes a few steps closer to Nick so they are three feet apart, not handing Jas over just yet as he closely examines the detective while the girl cries in his arms and reaches out for him)

Pirate: (Sad whine while she stays right on her masters side, trying to lick his hands)

Nick: *slowly lowers his arms and sheathes his gun*

Gardio and Teshteal: *does the same, only Teshteal doesn’t have a weapon*

Nick: *dissapointed frown as he gets a better look* From the look of it she got into some chems. Again.

Teshteal: *face darkens when he hears about the chems. Whispers bitterly* Why…?

Nick: *sighs defeatedly- at this point it can’t be helped. Softly and sadly at his daughter* I’ll be there soon, Rosie… I’ll be there soon.

Donovan: (When Nick says that she got into chems like she’s done it before) “What- Again?!?”

Jasmine: (Wails and tries to grab her Dad who’s frustratingly just out of her reach)

Ma: (Claps her hands together angrily when she sees the desperation of the girl and her adopted son’s hesitation, startling everyone) “Donovan!”

Donovan: (Hurriedly takes two more steps closer to Nick and holds out his daughter to him) “She also got shot at least two times by trappers with the bullet still inside and got gored by a meat hook.” (Narrow his eye into the dense Fog) “Being soaking wet, freezing, and full of sludge ain’t helping, we have to get her back to the house, pronto.”

Teshteal: *whines like a frightened dog and clings to the back of Gardio when Ma claps*

Gardio: *winces*

Nick: *doesn’t flinch, too focused on Jas. He takes his daughter in his arms and holds her protectively to his chest. He takes one sad and apologetic look at her before looking up to Donny* Lead the way. *Looks to Teshteal* Get ready to break out your salve again. *makes a note to have him teach them how to make it*

Teshteal: *nods*

Jasmine: (Immediately quiets down and stops struggling when she is finally wrapped up in the safety of her Dads arms, still dripping tears from her eyes. She’s freezing cold to the touch, like a red icicle with the water, mud, and blood she’s coated in)

Ma: (Apologetically to Teshteal and Gardio when she sees their reactions) “Sorry, I had to get his stupefied self attention.” (To Donovan) “Run ahead so you can wash yourself up and prep the med room for me.”

Donovan: (Turns to look at her in protest, glancing at his broken and crying childhood friend) “No- but…!”

Ma: (Holds up a finger to cut him off) “Go now! We can’t waste anymore time dawdling and your no help if you are covered in mud.” (Snaps her fingers in the direction of the lighthouse) “No more arguing with me, GO!”

Donovan: (Points to Jas as he starts backing away, looking at both Nick and Ma) “Keep her safe! Pirate!”

Pirate: (Perks up, tail wagging with alertness)

Donovan: (Pats his side for her to follow) “Come along, girl!” (Takes off into the woods as fast as he can run with his dog close behind)

Ma: (Makes a gesture with her hands to round up her crew and Nicks) “Follow me, quickly now!” (Rushes off after Donovan, not moving too fast because they need to be careful about jostling Jasmine)

Joyce: (Running right besides Ma, giving the injured girl a sad glance)

Fishermen: (Spread out to guard the group from the sides, keeping a close eye on the newcomers as they are still wary of them)

Nick: *running steadily with the group* Hang in there, doll… hang in there.

Gardio: *still wondering where his own daughter is*

Teshteal: *stops briefly, picking up the slight scent of cobalt blue paint as they pass near the orphanage*

Gardio: Teshteal!

Teshteal: Coming, boss! *keeps running*

Jasmine: (Half conscious as she reaches up to wrap her arms around her Dad, clinging onto him despite being very weak and not having much of a grip)

Ma: (Leads the newly combined group through the woods, having to make several turns whenever she heard the gurgling of gulpers or howling of wolves in the distance)

Joyce: (Swears as she almost trips and falls, catching herself on one of the fisherman’s arm)

Ma: (Finally get to the clearing where her home resides, rushing everyone up to the front door to which she kicks open. She throws off her coat and hood, completely dry underneath as she swings open the other set of double doors that lead into the little med room she constructed out of the second entrance to her house)

Donovan: (Comes over with a large stack of towels to hand out, now freshly washed and changed into a simple T-shirt and slacks. He also brought some changes of clothes for everyone too, somehow finding shirts and slacks that fit each one of the three)

Ma: (Points to the infirmary cot that has been fitted with a sheet by Donny) “Set her down here, then you can dry off and change into something clean.” (Points to a nearby bathroom then starts prepping the supplies they will need, first by filling a bucket with water and grabbing some rags, setting them down on the table besides the cot)

Gardio: Thank you. *takes off his coat and hangs it near the fire to dry along with his hat*

Nick: *setting Jas down on the cot* It’s going to be okay, doll. They’re going to help you. Promise. *squeezes her hand once then quickly leaves*

Teshteal: Miss. *runs over and hands Ma his salve* This is a salve I’ve made- it’s been used before on her and seems to work well for preventing infection. Please feel free to use as much as you need.

Nick: *already took the opportunity to wash himself off and change in the bathroom*

Gardio: *washes what he can. And puts on his fresh clothes*

Teshteal: *doesn’t want to change. Suspicious of new clothes*

Jasmine: (Starts crying out for her Dad when he leaves, squirming on the cot to the point she almost falls off) “Daddy!!”

Donovan: (Rushes to be by her side, holding her in place with one arm by gently draping it around her waist) “Rosalinda, shhh…” (Strokes the teens muddy and damp hair to calm her down)

Jasmine: (Grabs onto Donny’s arm for comfort, quietly crying for her Dad to come back)

Ma: (Takes the salve from Teshteal, smiling down at him) “Thank you darling. Feel free to warm up by the fire if you wish.” (Sets it down on the table and continues to gather the needed supplies that includes tweezers for the bullets, wondering if the girl will need a blood transfusion. She has a fridge that’s filled with blood packs, both normal, glowing, and irradiated)

Fishermen: (Have settled in the separated dining room just in case. They are very protective of this household, Ma has saved them more than once by opening her home to them)

Joyce: (Had added wood to the fireplace then went to go check on the flock in the makeshift pen and the peeping chicks in the baby pool)

Pirate: (Chewing on one of her toys by the fireplace, staying out of the way)

Dogmeat: *lays on the fluffy bed with a sad whine*

Teshteal: *sits near the fire, staring intently at its flames*

Gardio: *slumps down onto the ground with a heavy sigh. He rubs his face* What happened to my daughter… she was supposed to be here.

Nick: Who knows. *walks into the med room* I can help with the bullet extraction. I may not look it but I have steady hands and a field medic protocol built in.

Lucille: *tossing and turning in the nucleus, trying to sleep more*

Ma: (Nods her head at Nick as she snaps on some gloves, offering some to everyone just in case) “Alright Donny, what are we working with here?” (Brings down an overhead light to shine on the girl so they can assess her better. She frowns deeper when she notices that her lips have no color to them)

Jasmine: (Reaches out when she hears her Dad return, clawing midair like how a kitten does while opening her eyes. She can’t see shit right now, everything and everyone looks blobs with a bunch of holes in them like Swiss cheese)

Donovan: (Keeps holding her in place so she doesn’t accidentally fall off while he puts on some gloves) “Two bullet wounds, one on her shoulder and one on her leg just below the knee. Both have the bullet still lodged inside so there’s no exit wound.” (Gestures to the teens side) “I think the most dire injury is the one a trapper gave her with a meat hook, I don’t think he punctured anything thankfully, but there was a lot of blood….”

Jasmine: (Whimpers from the pain, still reaching for Nick in her haze)

Donovan: (Rubs his hands together, looking down at her sadly) “And…. She has several self inflicted cuts on her sides and arms, along with some bruising from the hits she took.” (Closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, wondering how did it get so bad that the once little bundle of joy of a girl had sunk this deep)

Ma: (Puts a hand to her heart when she hears that their sweet Rosie had purposely cut herself, turning to look at her father to see what he wants to do) “We have painkillers we can give her, Calmex too…” (Knows that the teen will need stitches after her wounds are cleaned, she also has a cauterizer on hand that she got while trading with some caravans)

Donovan: (Sighs as he gestures to her dilated pupils) “She’s also under the influence right now, she took at least three jets and some other stuff that I couldn’t identify in the moment.” (Remembering all the PSA’s about drugs that they sat through with Jas nodding along wholeheartedly, she being the one to ward off any sickos who tried to get kids hooked on chems by offering them for free at first so they could eventually profit off the innocent souls who would easily succumb to the trick)

Nick: *grimly shakes his head at the calmex and pain killers* Even when she’s sober it rarely works as a means to treat her wounds. You can try but it might make her more agitated than she already is. *mutters as he peels back the bandage covering the meat hook* This wouldn’t be so much of a problem if those bastards didn’t get her hooked on chems. *more aloud* Treat this first. Cauterization would be cleaner and quicker than stitches but probably more painful. *has a flashback to when Lucille lost her arm and shivers*

Gardio: *really worried about Lucille. He knows she’s an adult but she’s still his daughter… he only recently got her back after years of thinking she was dead. What if something bad happened to her?*

Teshteal: *senses his worry and trots over to him* Hey, it’s alright. We’ll find her as soon as this whole mess is over-!

Gardio: Teshteal, I can’t do anything in this situation but wait.

Teshteal: Maybe while they’re working on Rosie we can go and find her together. It’ll be like old times. You and me. Just a detective and his lackey working a case! *smiles cheerily*

Gardio: Only this isn’t Boston. This is the national park of Acadia. She could be anywhere on this accursed Island and we wouldn’t know where to look.

Teshteal: *taps his nose* I have a theory. I caught a whiff of colbalt blue paint- the kind used on a specific limited edition power armor only Lucille uses in the fog on our way here. If we follow that, we might find Lucille. And if not… *shrugs* I follow the scent of earth, leather, motor oil, and nuka cola.

Gardio: I’m deeply uncomfortable you know what my daughter smells like.

Teshteal: Don’t take it personally. I pick up a scent profile every time I walk by a person on the street.

Jasmine: (Tries to grab onto her Dad when he starts peeling away her bandages, mewling desperately)

Donovan: (Gently knocks her hands away and helps Nick sit her up so he can get the tightly wrapped bandages off her midsection) “Sorry Ro-Ro, he can’t give you comfort cuddles right now.” (Strokes her hair again as he leans her up against him so she doesn’t fall. He has so many questions about what Nick had just said concerning these “bastards” and Jazzy’s addiction, but now ain’t the time. He just wants to see Jasmine get patched and washed up, then put into a nice and warm bed to rest in)

Jasmine: (Cries in protest when she can’t hold Nick and is sat upright instead, grabbing onto Donny and shivering close to him)

Ma: (Has several rags doused in water and others in disinfectant, ready to clean her side wound and the area around it as the girl is caked with mud and grime from her fight and fall into the stream. Not to mention her clothes are still soaked with ice cold water, maybe she should get out a sheet so they can remove them and cover her up so she doesn’t freeze)

Nick: *peels the new bandages and old ones away carefully and frowns at sight* Water? *extends a hand for a rag so he can start to clean the wound once she’s laid down*

Gardio: Alright. Let’s go find Lucille. Not much use if we sit here.

Teshteal: *nods*

Gardio: *stands and starts heading for the door*

Teshteal: *follows close behind with the energy of a dog that’s just figured out they’re going for a walk*

Ma: (Hands him a rag, holding a small basin full of them so she can give him more if needed. Her eyes land on the wounds, freshly done cuts, and the healing scars littered all over the teens midsection) “Oh dear….”

Donovan: (Carefully lays Jas back down, placing a pillow under her head for comfort. He takes both of her hands and holds them tightly, knowing this is going to sting her)

Jasmine: (Whines again when she’s moved, squeezing Donny’s hands while she trembles from the cold and the pain)

Donovan: (Softy) “Shhh, Rosie-Posie. It’ll be aright.” (Squeezes her hands back reassuringly) “You’re such a Braveheart, you know that, right?” (Keeps his eyes on her face, he can’t stomach seeing anymore blood or wounds on his little sister)

Ma: (Notices the girls shivering increases and gently touches her arm, feeling how cold she is) “If I grab a sheet to cover her do you think we could get these sopping wet clothes off her? Poor baby is freezing into a popsicle.” (Reaches behind her for an instant hot pack, popping and squeezing it until it heats up then hands it to Donny)

Donovan: (Takes it then clasps both of Jazzy’s hands over the warming pack, enclosing his hands over hers)

Jasmine: (Ends up bringing it to her face to try and help herself warm up)

Nick: *to Ma as he cleans the wounds, taking a new rag as soon as the current one gets too full of blood and gunk to be useful* I think that would be wise.

Gardio: *leaves with Teshteal leading him on, following the trail of the scent of cobalt blue paint*

Jasmine: (Whimpers when Nick cleans her wounds, trying not to squirm around as she clutches the heating pack to her chest like it’s a teddy bear)

Donovan (Holds her down so she doesn’t fall off or get in Nicks way)

Ma: (Momentarily walks off to grab a sheet and some towels from the cabinets, returning quickly) “Donny honey, switch places with me please.”

Donovan: (Takes Ma’s place in aiding Nick with the rags, dumping the dirty ones in a bin to be washed later)

Ma: (Gently moves Jasmines arms from her chest so she can start shuffling her shirts off. One of them is lined with a light weave so she figures Jas will want to try and salvage it instead of cutting it off)

Jasmine: (Cries in alarm when Ma sits her up again so she can get them over her head, swatting her arms out of reflex)

Ma: (While she works the girls sleeves off her wiggly arms, having to be cautious of her shoulder wound) “Shhh, little Rosalinda.” (Stops so she can cradle Jazzy and pet her hair to help her calm down. She gives a sad smile down at the teen when she recalls baby Jas coming into her cafe and bolting across the small building to give everyone who worked there a quick hug before she picked up her free cookies then bolted back outside so she could get home before they cooled)

Jasmine: (Not fighting much, she just seems scared and keeps reaching for her Dad whom she knows is nearby)

Nick: *very focused on cleaning the meat hook wound. Once it’s sufficiently cleaned, he moves onto one of the bullet wounds, not yet extracting the bullet for fear of her losing more blood*

Teshteal: *comes accross her powerarmor* Lucille?

Gardio: Lucille, are you in there? *looking into the eyes. He knocks on the helmet* Hm…

Teshteal: *finds her sentry bot helmet on the ground. For some reason this sends a chill up his spine- Lucille hardly ever takes it off. At least, not since he’s met her. Softly* Dio…? *turns to him* She wouldn’t take this off in the middle of the woods… would she?

Gardio: *takes the helmet* No. I don’t think she would. *looks around* And there’s no sign of struggle. What was going through her head when she did this?

Teshteal: *shrugs* We won’t know until we find her, I guess.

Gardio: *hands Teshteal her sentry helmet and climbs into the power armor* Lead the way.

Teshteal: Yes sir. *starts running to the spring*

Ma: (Keeps gently hushing the girl until she stops crying out in alarm, then finishes slipping her shirts over her head and tosses them with the dirty rags to wash later. She takes a towel and starts patting her down, trying to get off as much icy water off her hair and body. Worry fills her face again when she sees the marks over Jazzy’s heart and upper chest and the bandage over her shoulder wound)

Jasmine: (Kicks her feet a little like a toddler, then reaches out to grab onto Ma by putting her arms around her neck and snuggling on her shoulder. She’s so woozy and desperately wants her Dad to hold onto her, but shes got a memory of Ma picking her up as a child and swinging her around, shoving a surprise cookie in her mouth while her baby self giggles)

Ma: (Softly smiles down at her again, gently rocking her while she scrunches her mangled hair with the towel. She missed this kid barging in and giving the sweetest hugs and smiles to her and her workers)

Donovan: “I couldn’t get her shirt off enough or roll up her pants so I don’t know how bad the bullet wounds are.” (Brings out bandages and more rags, refreshing the bin) “Will she need stitches for the meat hook wound…?” (Not looking at the wound as he doesn’t want to invade Jas’s privacy now that her shirt is off. He instead nervously glances at the cauterizer and the needle on the table)

Nick: *not giving the same consideration to that- modesty becomes second place in a dire situation such as this* Depending on the depth of the bullet, she might need a few, yeah. *very carefully moves to cleaning the other bullet wound*

Teshteal: Here’s the spring. Still no Lucille.

Gardio: *trudging through the water to make sure she isn’t dead and weighed down with rocks* No. Nothing here.

Teshteal: *sniffs the air then the ground then stands and points in the direction of the Nucleus* She’s that way. Sure of it.

Gardio: Who needs a bloodhound when you have a Teshteal…

Teshteal: Ha! All fun and games until you’re surrounded by rotting meat of all sorts!

Gardio: That sounds like hell…

Teshteal: It IS! Fresh blood smells much nicer.

Gardio: Okay, please never say that again.

Teshteal: Why?

Gardio: Because you sound deranged.

Ma: (Helps him remove the bandage on her shoulder before she moves on to getting Jas’s soaked cargo pants off) “Rosie, sorry sweetie but I have to remove these.” (Covers her torso with the sheet except for her shoulders then starts shuffling her pants off, frowning at all the blood and grime that comes off)

Jasmine: (Full on screams bloody murder when she does this but stays mostly still with a few kicks while tears well up in her eyes and she sobs for her Dad)

Donovan: (Jumps back in alarm at her sudden burst of energy, but quickly recovers and rushes to her side) “Hey now, It’s alright Ro-Ro, we aren’t going to hurt you.” (Gently dabs away her tears with his handkerchief while petting her hairline, looking up at Nick sadly)

Ma: (Quickly stops again to hold the girls hand and quietly assure her that it’s alright, a pang going through her heart at the realization why she’s screaming so much)

Pirate: (Whines and heads to the closed med room doors, sniffing through the cracks to try and figure out what’s going on)

Nick: *apologetic nod as if to confirm what they’re both thinking. Pained look just thinking about what he saw in those memories* I wish it wasn’t so… *to Jas* I’m still here, Rosie. You’re safe. *keeps gently cleaning her up*

Gardio: *gets to the Nucleus*

Child of Atom guard: Who goes there!? *pointing a gamma gun at them*

Teshteal: *recognizes the place* Psst. Get out of the armor.

Gardio: Why?

Teshteal: Just do it. It’ll get us in.

Gardio: *climbs out*

Guard: *notices what Gardio is* A messenger of Atom’s will! *lowers the gun* I’m so sorry, anointed one. I hope I’ve not offended you.

Gardio: I’m… sorry? Wait- is this one of those Atom cults I’ve heard about over the past two centuries? *always considered them to be pretty deranged*

Teshteal: *jabs his partner’s side with his elbow* Just go with it.

Gardio: *frowns* I’m looking for my daughter-

Child of Atom guard: We are all children of Atom in his light-

Gardio: Lovely of you but I’m only here to find one person.

Guard: And we will guide you to them to speak his will.

Teshteal: Yes, praise be to Atom.

Gardio: *raises an eyebrow*

Guard: Praise be to Atom! *lets them enter*

Gardio: *after climbing back into the powerarmor he walks in and gets blasted with irradiated water*

Teshteal: *nearly screeches hits head off, getting flashbacks of the water torture he endured in the vault. He scrambles past Gardio* HELP! AAH! I’M SORRY! *sits in a fetal position at the end of the hall* I don’t know anything! I don’t know anything! I don’t know anything! *keeps repeating that*

Gardio: *freezes at the reaction* Teshteal? *walks over and crouches* Do you know where we are?

Teshteal: *looks up at him then around at the area* A hallway?

Gardio: Sort of. What did we just do- before we got blasted with irradiated water?

Teshteal: We… got into the Children of Atom headquarters. *nods* Yeah. Because you’re a Glowing One and they consider you a prophet of some sort.

Gardio: That’s good. What are we here for?

Teshteal: To find Lucille. *stands and smiles gratefully at him* Thank you, Dio. I was about to get lost there.

Gardio: No problem. *walks on ahead*

Jasmine: (Suddenly grabs her Dad arm and clings to him tightly, halting his cleaning process on her shoulder while hurting herself with the harsh motion)

Donovan: (Sadly) “Rosie….” (Tries to pry her off but finds that she has Nick in a death grip and she screeches whenever he touches her with the intent to pull her off)

Ma: (Gets the teens cargo pants off and tosses that in the dirty bin too, going straight to patting her dry while she’s partly distracted with holding onto her father)

Jasmine: (Wails and grips Nicks arm with surprisingly more strength when she feels this, kicking her legs which makes the sheet covering her fall off)

Ma: (Halts drying Jas off and pins down her ankles so she doesn’t accidentally kick her in the face) “I’m almost done sweetie…” (Resumes while pining Jazzy down with one arm while the other dries her off. She’s had to switch out towels as the last one was completely soaked through) “Well, at least she still has some fighting spirt left…”

Donovan: (While rubbing the girls shoulder, trying to coax her into letting go) “You’re gonna tire yourself out even more if you keep screaming and kicking…”

Nick: *takes his other arm and resumes cleaning, not even minding her death grip*

Gardio: *walks out*

A follower: Wh- who are you? *looks at Teshteal* Was that you who screamed? What is the meaning of this? *notes the armor* Is that… Sister Lucille’s armor?

Teshteal: It is but you’ll never guess who’s wearing it.

Gardio: *sighs at his cue to leave. He gets out and stands before the curious follower*

Follower: Oh! *falls to their knees* An anointed one! *clasps their hands in front of them* What brings you here? What teachings do you bring from Atom’s Devine light? Why have you chosen Sister Lucille’s armor as a vessel to walk in? Is this a sign?

Gardio: Please. Stand up. I’m simply returning what was lost. Lucille-

Follower: Return what was lost- what profound wisdom!

Gardio: No- I mean I’m returning Lucille’s armor to her. It was left in the middle of the woods. Where is she, anyway? I need to see her.

Follower: To convene with you would be such an honor for a mere follower. I’m lucky to be in your presence! I’ll take you to her now! *leads them up the walk way and runs into Ware*

Ware: Is that…? An anointed one? By Atom’s light, I never thought I’d see one in person that wasn’t so… overtly blessed.

Gardio: Yes, well I’m here to see Lucille.

Ware: This must be divine providence- she hasn’t been well. I found her at Atom’s Spring, ready to end her life and knew she had to be saved. *smiles* With you here, Atom must have plans for her- *finally notices Gardio’s expression* What’s wrong?

Gardio: *devastated look at the fact that his daughter nearly committed suicide*

Teshteal: *covering his mouth in horror*

Gardio: I… That’s my daughter. Let me through- *pushes past Ware* Lucille-!

Lucille: *sitting in the hut on the mattress, staring at her hands. Looks utterly defeated*

Gardio: *lips tremble* Lucille…?

Lucille: *sounds distant as she looks up* Dad…? Why did you come here…?

Gardio: I was worried- so extremely worried for you. *sits next to her* Lucille… why? Why did you do it? What happened…?

Lucille: *goes quiet*

Jasmine: (Snuggles up to her Dad with all her strength going to holding onto him as she quiets and settles down, not wanting to let go. She only yelps whenever it stings, closing her eyes tightly)

Ma: (Tosses aside the towel, finally finishing off drying the girl although she’s still stained with streaks of blood and grime. She frowns again when she sees the self made cuts on the girls thighs, but doesn’t say anything while she rebandages her leg wound until Nick can get to it) “Do you want me to properly wash her off when we’re done here? We have a shower and a tub, her hair definitely needs a good scrub down and detangling.”

Donovan: (Reaches back to grab another sheet, tossing it over Jas while still keeping his eyes adverted. He tucks it in wherever she isn’t being worked on in hopes it’ll help warm her up)

Lucille: *looks away, staying quiet*

Gardio: Honey, talk to me…

Lucille: *softly, quietly* It doesn’t matter…

Gardio: It does… *puts his arm around her and pulls her close* It very much does. Tell me what’s going on.

Lucille: It’ll just make things worse…

Gardio: No, I think it might help… *pleading almost* Please, Lucille…

Lucille: …I blew up. I absolutely lost it. It seems that everytime I speak lately… *tearing up* It causes more harm than good, no matter how well intended it is. So I shut up for a while.

Gardio: *senses that isn’t all* And it ate at you…

Lucille: *nods, sniffing* I’ve been trying to help Jasmine ever since that day. Trying to rebuild trust but… *sighs* It’s been hard. She won’t talk to anyone but Nick and Teshteal- *pauses* And now I guess Donovan. *closes her eyes* It feels like Nick’s completely shut me out, even if he hasn’t.

Gardio: I see… *frowns at that admission, holding her close. He hesitates, wants to ask why she nearly killed herself but doesn’t know how*

Jasmine: (Whines from the pain, nuzzling into her Dads arm for comfort. She’s feeling faint again, her eyes are drooping shut and it’s getting harder to stay awake)

Donovan: (Cringes a little whenever she cries out, because if Rosie is crying from the pain then it has to be really bad and intolerable)

Ma: (Took another rag and is cleaning the cuts on the bottoms of Jasmines feet that she got while running barefoot)

Donovan: (Pops Jas’s Pipboy off her arm and sets it on the table so she’s more comfortable. He blinks at it, suddenly remembering something that probably would’ve been useful earlier) “Oh my god, I’m an idiot…”

Ma: (Looks up at her adopted son) “Hm? What do you mean?”

Donovan: (Holds up a hand, turning out of the room) “I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!” (Throws his gloves into the trashcan and rushes out the double doors)

Pirate: (Barks from the hallway, following her owner up the stairs while she sniffs his hands)

Nick: *looks to Ma in confusion then gets back to work on Jas* To answer your question, yes. Unfortunately, you’re probably gonna need me there for comfort.

Gardio: *trembles a little just thinking about it. Carefully and softly* … Why did you try to do what you did at the spring…?

Lucille: *eyes widen when what he asks hits her. Tears start to fall from her face as she turns to bury it in his chest* I’m sorry-! *feels selfish* I felt so tired and I just- I broke-! I know it sounds selfish! It was selfish to try and take my own life- *sobs* So many people depend on me-! And I’ve killed so many others- And everytime I help more just get hurt-! *clinging to his shirt* I’m sorry-! I’m so sorry, Dad!

Gardio: Ssh… *pulls her into one big hug and rubs her back*

Teshteal: *feels terrible for her seeing this usually quiet (and kind of terrifying) woman break down so heavily in her dad’s arms. Quietly to himself, remembering all the times he fxcked up as a cop, as Linus, and then the lives he took in the vault* I know how you feel…

Ma: (Nods in understanding, quickly going through her head on what soft pajamas will fit Jas from her stash as she takes some of Teshteals salve to put on the cuts on her feet)

Jasmine: (Kicks her legs wildly again when it starts to sting her, whining in protest)

Donovan: (Returns after a few minutes holding a holotape in his hand) “I’m back.”

Ma: (Recognizes the holotape and smiles) “Ah, good thinking Donny.” (Holding Jas’s ankles down again so she doesn’t get knocked out)

Donovan: (Takes Jasmine’s Pipboy and pops the tape in, waiting for it to start. Soon the soft notes of a lullaby for babies starts playing on a loop)

Jasmine: (Settles down the moment she hears the familiar music play deep in her haze, not relaxing her death grip on Nick but she stops kicking and relaxes so she’s not so tense)

Donovan: (Smiles when he sees that it still calms her) “She had the exact same one that her mother would use to keep us all asleep as babies, but we continued to use it as background noise during the day and night even after we got older.”

Ma: (Wants to point out that Donny still plays it for himself at night but she just chuckles to herself and continues to work on caring for the girl)

Donovan: (Puts on some new gloves and gently strokes Jazzy’s tear stained cheeks)

Nick: Alright. Are we ready to start working on the more dire wounds? *glancing at the meat hook wound already*

Gardio: *holds her until she stops crying her eyes out*

Lucille: *pathetically* I’m so tired, Daddy…

Gardio: *pets her hair* I know, little star, I know… You took on a lot for one person-

Lucille: *breath hitches in a panic* There’s still so much I have to do-

Gardio: Sshh… *kisses her forehead and keeps slowly petting her head* And it can be handled in due time… when’s the last time you’ve had time to really sit back and relax…?

Lucille: I can’t- the settlements need me-

Gardio: They are capable of building themselves up and defending their own. It sounds like you’ve overworked yourself to the point of mentally breaking and what happened with Jasmine was the tipping point. *sighs sadly* You need to rest…

Lucille: I’ve been trying-

Gardio: No- not here, I mean in a real bed.

Ma: (Quietly nods, looking at both the cauterizer and the needle and set of different sutures laid out on the table) “Which shall we use? And would you like to do it or should I?”

Donovan: (Kinda wishes Jas was a ghoul right now because then they would just have to wrap her up and give her an irradiated blood pack then wait for the radiation to heal her. But she’s not, and no matter how much of a tough face she puts on she’s still a human with a breaking limit that this kid keeps pushing)

Jasmine: (Still has her Dad in a death grip, slowly slipping in and out of sleep due to the blood loss and overall mental and physical exhaustion. Of course, she’s still determined to stay awake enough to be aware of what’s going on)

Nick: *assessing the wound* Cauterize. Allow me, I’ve done something… *glances at his right arm* Similar to this before.

Lucille: You mean back to the lighthouse, don’t you…? I don’t think they’ll take me after my outburst.

Gardio: They’re good people… just very concerned. Please try, sweetie.

Teshteal: May I recommend going as yourself instead of the power armor?

Gardio: *wonders if this is us the same troublemaker he worked with over 200 years ago* That’s a good point. They might take to you better, then.

Lucille: *softly* Okay…

Ma: “Alright then…” (Removes the sheet that’s still partly covering the girl so it doesn’t get in the way as she gets everything ready on the table. She wishes she could give Jas something for the inevitable pain that’s to come…)

Donovan: (Softly) “Rosie-Posie, you have to let go now…” (Gently tugs on her arm to try and get the teen to let go of Nick so she can lay flat on her back instead of the awkward twisted position she’s in)

Jasmine: (Only holds her Dad tighter, curling in her legs while she cries and fusses like a toddler) “No! No! No! No!”

Donovan: (Heavy sigh as he glances up at Nick)

Nick: *sighs* Rosalinda, I need my arm so I can treat your wounds. *tugs and pulls it away. Quietly to the others as he preps the cauterizer* Hold her down as best you can. This is going to get rough. *waits until they’re holding her down*

Lucille: Can I have my helmet back?

Teshteal: Sure! *tosses her her helmet*

Lucille: Thanks. *puts it back on*

Gardio: *gets up to leave and finds a bunch of the children of Atom gathered in the walkways to see him* Please, I’m just a man. I’m no messenger or prophet. I just came to find my daughter, Lucille. Please let me leave.

Ware: *nods, still being a man of reason* All, the anointed one and Sister Lucille have to make a pilgrimage elsewhere and must do it alone. Please let them through!

The followers: *disperse enough to let them out*

Gardio: *gets back in the power armor and leaves the way they came*

Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio in case the water starts*

Jasmine: (Immediately starts sobbing for her Dad when he pulls his arm away from her grasp) “Daddy! No! Don’t go!”

Donovan: (Gently presses Jasmine shoulders back down on the table while stroking her hair, still making it a point not to look down and keep his eyes mostly on her face. After knowing what he knows, he figures the less men that look at her partly unclothed body will give Jas a better sense of security and safety)

Ma: (Gives Jazzy a piece of leather to bite down so she doesn’t accidentally bite on her tongue or lip then arranges her so she’s flat on her back, holding down her legs)

Donovan: (Brings the Pipboy closer and cranks up the volume so the lullaby can be heard better over the girls sobs. He plants a reassuring kiss on her hairline before wiping some tears away and pressing his forehead against hers) “Shh, Ro-Ro… Everything is going to be alright in the end…” (Takes her arms and holds her down, nodding at Nick while bracing himself for this next part)

Jasmine: (Mewling and whining in protest to being held down, trying to kick her feet while waterfalls stream down on her cheeks) “No! No! No!”

Nick: I’m sorry. *starts cauterizing the wound carefully*

Lucille: *remembers she only has Kellogg’s gun as she walks behind her Dad and Teshteal in the woods* Hey, dad. Can you pass me the Ripper and the plasma gun?

Gardio: Hm? Sure. *hands her both*

Lucille: *feels much more secure. She spends the next half an hour just admiring her ripper as she walks*

Teshteal: What’s with the Ripper fascination?

Lucille: Oh- nothing. It’s just one of most dependable weapons in a fight. I was admiring that fact since we’re out here.

Teshteal: Why’s it so dependable?

Lucille: It shocks people while cutting into their skin.

Teshteal: Gruesome-

Gardio: Teshteal you like the smell of fresh blood. I wouldn’t be talking.

Teshteal: I never said I liked it! I said it was better than rotting flesh!

Gardio: *rolls his eyes*

Lucille: He is right, though. Ever smelled stale and rotting blood? I have. It’s horrible.

Gardio: Why are we talking about this…?

Teshteal: Because we get covered in blood on a daily basis-?

Gardio: You barely had blood on you when you came back from killing a bunch of Supermutants.

Teshteal: I’m very clean with my kills. *confidently looks up with a smirk*

Jasmine: (Starts screaming bloody murder from the pain, begging her Dad to stop between gasps while she tries to squirm around)

Donovan: (Quietly hushing her, keeping her still to his best ability)

Ma: (Tearing up as the girl cries and begs, swallowing a lump in her throat. She has to lean forwards with her weight on Jas’s legs in order to keep her from kicking)

Fishermen: (Had been sent to the top of the lighthouse where they have been staying by Donny when he went for the holotape)

Joyce: (Looking to the med room with concern, holding a plump chicken under her arm)

Pirate: (Whines while she paws at the med room doors, again trying to sniff through the cracks)

Nick: *keeps his focus on the wound* I know doll. I’m sorry. I have to do this… it’ll be over, soon.

Dogmeat: *worried bark at the door*

Nick: *hears it* It’s alright, Dogmeat. She’s okay, boy.

Jasmine: (Keeps sobbing oceans and pleading for her Dad to stop, the pain being too much for her to think straight. She thrashes harder, trying to break free so she can get them to stop) “No! No! No! No!”

Donovan: (Looks to Ma sadly as he continues to softly comfort the girl with hushed words)

Ma: (Blinks on her tears, the teens heartbreaking cries eating at her)

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lilbittymonster · 4 months ago

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MSQ 98 (?) and into the next hub city

Weeeeee cool looking new alien tech and creepy literal thunderdome. Though ngl, the constant thunder and lightning is making me sleepy and comforted.

Thank you catboy and Squeenix for further making my Narnia time travel ruling during the ShB patches even more canon. I feel very fed this expansion though not for the reasons I expect the writers wanted me to. Kitali still doesn't know how old exactly she is and this further time bubble thing probably isn't going to help.

I'm not sure where I want to stick Aymeric for this arc. He might be all for the crazy idea of train hopping and blowing it up to create a hole in the fortress. He and Krile have been the backup duo a lot this expansion. Or he might stay behind with Estinien in Sheshenawazi to ward of any potential further threats. Or he might stay with Koana as a guiding hand in Tuliyollal, since I don't think Koana has any actual large scale combat experience the way Aymeric does. I'm sure Koana would appreciate the steadying presence. It is all very much up in the air at this time.

This entire cycle of souls being used as currency after being stripped of their memories sounds like what the Void had going on, and given that this is also a heavily lightning aspected area I am drawing conclusions and making red string boards. I saw someone mention Emet-Selch and his suggestion of pursuing the Golden City, and that this might have been on his radar, and to that I say well of fucking course it was on his radar. Hades, overseer of the aetherial sea, would abso-fucking-lutely be aware of a culture that interrupts the natural cycle of life and death and forcing souls into a closed feedback loop.

I think it would be safe to assume that the bubble gun that sentinel used on the old woman after she was killed was harvesting her soul to be used. And that might be also another underlying motive for an invasion into Tural. I guess that more souls would be created when new people are born, but the way that people seem to chew through them like we do healing potions it would seem like the supply does not always rise to meet demand.

I am baffled by Queen Sphene. Her body is tattooed with "many souls one heart" and "service eternal". The little breastplate on her dress says "Queen Sphene Alexandros XIV" like a SKU unit. Is she a clone? I feel like she's a clone! They already have soul recycling technology, who's to say she isn't pulling a fast one like Emmy Stink and repossessing cloned bodies of herself? That would certainly be one way to serve eternally. I don't trust her. I think she's certainly been put in an awkward position given that cutscene with Zoraal Ja in what I am assuming to be The Cloud (all hail).

I have only just arrived in Solution 9 but just walking around reading the flying text, this looks like where the devs got to vent their frustrations with the capitalist grind culture. I've only really walked around True Vue but I will be making more screenshot collections today.

As for the MSQ, I am really starting to get annoyed with Wuk Lamat's continued forced presence. I get it that it's for video game protag reasons, but I am really not into this......whatever that the writers are laying out. I want to be able to tell her no. I want to be able to say "no, I would rather go off on my own." Wuk lamat is rapidly falling into the same category of NPC that the Exarch/G'raha is in, in that there is no way to tell this person 'no', and there is no way to avoid them because the story keeps forcing them into the WoL's space, and I am really starting to resent Wuk Lamat for it. She's fine as a character! I love that she has been given a believable arc of growth and self-improvement. I also wish that she would leave Kitali the fuck alone. She's not into it and neither am I.

Things that would get a no-fuss agreement if they had come from the twins or from Krile are getting snappy pushback coming from Wuk Lamat. There is very much a one-sided unrequited friendship and I'm glad that I'm already rewriting a good half of canon. I think I will need to put in a conversation from either Aymeric or G'raha with her warning not to push her luck with Kitali. I don't know who would have the most impact, the man who has been on both sides of Kitali's favour and had to get there the hard way or the man who has begrudginly accepted that at best he and Kitali will only ever be coworkers.

And this is completely inconsequential to literally everything but. Why does Erenville sound like That while his mother sounds like that. cannot believe that accents could have shifted that fucking much in (3)3 years. It's really throwing me for a loop everytime there's a voiced cutscene.

Before I get back into the game I wanted to get down my first impressions of the first branch.

So I chose Kozama'uka for my first path, because I loved the Vanu and the Hanu seem like the same big friendly bird types. And they are! The village designs are very thoughtful about their environment and the worldbuilding with all the sidequests concerning reeds are great for my lore whore brain.

The MSQ is......kinda boring. Boring in that it feels like we, specifically, do not need to be there. Wuk Lamat does not need The Warrior Of Light, she needs someone who is significantly more worldly than her to lead by example. And the twins can do that just fine, Alisaie especially. It felt like half the time I was there just to have someone for Alphinaud to rubber duck off of. I can fully have Kitali not there and spending time with her husbands in the cabin and not miss a single thing.

The element of having locals gossiping nearby to give us more insight to the Turali view of the plot is interesting. Feels very organic as a way to reveal more information instead of just interrogating random locals.

I wonder how long it will be before we see Thancred and Urianger, since we the audience know they've been helping Koana, but our little group has only just been given the clue of "Archon allies". And what is the next weirdly coincidental appearance Estinien will make? Hello shiny husband nice to see you too. Our husband is currently relaxing and recovering from seasickness in our cabin, do you need a place to stay?

She's gonna pounce.

He's so fucking pretty. I wanna chew on his ears.

Once posing crimes come back I am just going to be living in these cabins. This is what I had in mind for what Kitali and Estinien had in Rads before we got the canon view of Estinien's bachelor pad lol.

Though, "comfy feather bed" my ass, these are solid planks of wood with a single layer of hide and a burlap pillow. I put her to sleep on the deck chair because that actually looks comfortable. The three of them will likely be sleeping on that gigantic couch until she can make a feather tick mattress topper or something.

Today's plan is to get Urqopacha tackled and possibly the first dungeon.

#ffxiv #dawntrail #dawntrail spoilers #7.0 spoilers #i think i might be able ti finish the MSQ either today or tomorrow depending on how sidetracked i get

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moxleys-darlin · 2 years ago

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Mirror Images

Pairings: Seth Rollins/Wheeler Yuta, Seth Rollins/William Regal, Seth Rollins/Jon Moxley, Seth Rollins/Jon Moxley/Wheeler Yuta, implied Shield/BCC/Renee

Summary: Seth remembers the Betrayal storyline, the way his in-ring persona betrayed his brothers, he can see the hurt and anger in Yuta’s eyes, a mirror image of what Seth saw in his own eyes all those years ago. He hopes he hasn’t lost his younger lover before he’s gotten the chance to truly love him.

Continuation of Enough is Enough

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but the idea; characters (unfortunately) and gifs aren't mine.

(Gifs not mine)

Seth hears Roman sigh on the phone as Seth describes why he has to make the trip home. He knows Roman doesn't understand why he's so concerned, but Seth is truly scared.

"Babe, I just think you're overthinking this. Yuta is fine, we talked when. I was there a few weeks ago, remember?"

"Yeah, but I also know that he is having. a hard time forgiving and trusting Bryan again, especially since the BCC is still fighting the JAS. I just-" Seth stops and sadly sighs, tugging on his hair. "I remember how this goes, this anger."

"Babe-"

"That storyline wasn't entirely fictional, and you know it, Ro! That story almost broke us before it even played out. I can't lose him; it feels like we just got him. Please let me do this, if I'm wrong and being dumb you can laugh at me later, all of you can, but if I'm right, I gotta try and fix this Ro."

"No one is going to laugh at you Seth, you're doing this for all of us. If anybody knows what happens traveling down this road, it's us. If you're wrong, great, but if you're right? If you're right and he leaves, I don't know what would happen to all of us. Just text me when you get there and keep me updated. I know Yuta misses you, so he'll be happy to see you early."

"I love you, Big Dog, I'll let you know how this all goes."

"Love you too baby. Be safe."

Seth hangs up the phone with a sigh and grabs his bag, heading out of the hotel and into his car. Shooting a text to Regal, Mox, and Renee, he puts the address into the GPS and heads home.

The drive goes faster than he thought, partly because he knows he's overthinking and partly because, being so late, there's no traffic. When he pulls up to the huge house (he'd call it a mansion, but Regal always rolls his eyes), he sends a text to Roman, letting him know he's safe, and to Regal, who he knows he's probably still awake. Getting out of the car, he stretches his legs and back out, groaning at the twinge in his knee. He had refused to stop on the way, wanting to get here as quickly as possible.

Unlocking and relocking the door, he quietly goes up the stairs, first stopping by Regal's room. Entering the room quietly, he sees Regal still awake and reading a book. He stops by his older lover's side of the bed to give him a kiss, trying not to wake up Bryan.

"Welcome home Seth. I hope your drive was pleasant enough?"

"Definitely don't recommend doing the drive all in one sitting, but I'm happy to be home." Seth knows he's anxiously rubbing his wrist.

"Oh petal, you really are worried about this situation, aren't you?" Regal grabs his hand, pulling it from his wrist. "Roman called, darling. Explained how you predict this going in your eyes. I spoke to Moxley so I could understand your stance and worries, and I can see why you're so upset."

"I just- I almost lost Mox in 2014 because of a storyline, I can't lose Yuta because of this feud between the BCC and JAS." Seth lets Regal pull him down gently so he's sitting on the side of the bed, and groans lightly when Regal scratches down his back, letting his head drop forward.

"Seth, your worries are justified, my dear boy. You should go and see Yuta, even if it's just to sleep." Seth leans over and kisses him again and stands up. "Go on dear, get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight William."

He closes the door quietly behind him and immediately runs into Mox, who wraps his arms around Seth's waist and kisses the breath out of him. When Mox pulls back, Seth puts his face in his lover's neck and breathes him in, calming himself down.

"I love you, my beautiful Hound, always remember that." Mox runs one hand through Seth's hair and clenches the other arm harder around him, hugging Seth tightly. "I know what you're thinking about, I fucked up in 2014, and I know that I can never take that shit back. I let my goddamn anger get the better of me, but Yuta's not me, baby," Mox can hear Seth's small sniffles and feels him shift his head into Mox's shoulder.

"When we were on FaceTime the other day, he was talking about how he's trying to forgive Bryan, but the feud is making him paranoid and making it hard to put this all behind him. He's so afraid that Bryan will turn back around and treat him shitty all over again, and it makes him angry." Seth's voice is watery and muffled, getting quieter toward the end of his statement. Mox sighs and rubs his tired Hound's back, trying to comfort him, wishing Renee was out here to help.

"Go lay with the Pup, baby, get some rest, and tomorrow we'll all have. a talk, okay? We'll put it all on the table." He steps back slightly so Seth will bring his head up, and Mox grabs his face, kissing him softly. "We'll get it all fixed up, okay?" Seth nods tiredly, and Mox chuckles. "Good, now go lay down, I gotta go chop some damn wood or something so I can feel like a badass again and not some softie. Got me feeling things." Mox shudders and starts to walk toward the stairs.

"Hey Moxie?" His lover turns around. "I like it when you're soft, you're still my badass no matter what." Mox rolls his eyes and starts walking again. "Love you, Mox" He starts walking toward Yuta's room, smiling at the quiet love you too from behind him.

Seth makes it to Yuta's room and quietly enters, hoping that, if the boy is asleep, he won't wake him. He places his bag in the chair that's in the corner of the room and decides to just take his shirt off and sleep in the pants he drove in. Climbing into bed, he's startled when Yuta turns over, puts an arm on his chest, and props himself up, smiling in excitement.

"You're here!" Yuta kisses over his heartbeat and Seth falls in love a little more. "Are you okay? I thought you were coming this weekend."

"I was, but I decided to come early, I wanted to come home and see my family." Yuta blushes slightly and sits up with his back against the headboard, grabbing Seth's hand when he copies Yuta's position. "I really wanted to see you and check in with you, especially after our video call." Seth adds quietly, looking down at his lap.

"Hey," Yuta uses his other hand to bring Seth's face up to look at him. "what's wrong? I know I've been stressed out about this Bryan/JAS stuff, but Bryan really is trying to make it up to me and he's checking in before and after we do segments with JAS. I think was just being paranoid, but Renee and Regal have been helping me and Bryan talk through things." Seth sighs in relief.

"So you're okay? We- you and Bryan are okay?" Seth catches the slip and hopes Yuta didn't, but his baby is more perceptive than he thinks.

"Yeah Seth, we're okay, all of us are okay." Yuta squeezes his hand and uses the other hand on Seth's face to stroke his cheek. "Ya know, Roman called me on your way here and told me to talk to Mox, don't be mad at him, he was really worried about you. Mox told me about what happened in 2014 during the betrayal storyline, about how y'all almost broke up and he thought you wanted the storyline to happen." Yuta hears the small whimper that escapes Seth without his permission.

"Yeah, it was a bad few weeks after that, Mox was refusing to talk to me, and I told Roman not to get in the middle of it. Triple H finally was able to get through to him and explain that it was his idea. Mox and I were pretty tense still even after Mox apologized because I was mad that it had even come to that. I was angry that someone else had to step in to make him see what he was doing was wrong."

"Kind of like how Roman had to get Bryan to see what he was doing to me, right? Mirror images almost, and that's what scares you, huh?"

Seth sighs and nods slowly, and Yuta gives in to the urge to try and kiss the sad look off his face. When Yuta pulls away, he lays back and pulls Seth down to lie on his chest, playing with Seth's long hair.

"I was scared that I would lose you just as I was beginning to truly love you, so I needed to see you, in case this was the last time I would." Seth kisses Yuta's chest, running his fingers over Yuta's stomach, enjoying the way it clenches when he hits certain spots.

"I was mad at Bryan, I was mad that Roman had to intervene to make him see that what he was doing was wrong, but I know Bryan isn't perfect, none of us are." Yuta tugs on the end of Seth's hair and makes him look Yuta in the face. "I'm not going anywhere Seth, I love y'all, I love you, and that won't change. Will we get into fights? Sure, but we'll talk it out and makeup. Bryan is still making things up to me and I'm still working on trusting him, but we'll get there eventually, and we're both patient enough to put the work in. We're okay though, all of us, and especially you and me. You drove all night to come see me, babe and make sure I was okay. My own Prince Charming, I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"Yeah, Prince Charming, sure. I love you too, Yoots. I'm sorry I doubted that." Yuta kisses Seth again and pulls the covers over the both of them, gently pushing Seth's head to his chest.

"Not doubt, Charming, concern. Now let's get some sleep, I have a feeling Mox is gonna come jump on the bed to wake us up in the morning and Roman will want a phone call."

Yuta runs his fingertips up and down Seth's back, enjoying the shudders going through his lover. He can feel Seth calm down and fall asleep, tightening the arm across Yuta's waist and nuzzling his head further into his chest. Yuta looks up when he hears the door open, seeing Mox looking in on them.

"How is he?" Mox whispers when he sees Seth asleep.

"I think he's okay now, but he'll probably be better when he can see Bryan and I interact together tomorrow." He can see a look in Mox's eyes when he looks at Seth, a mixture of guilt and love. "Come sleep with us, you know he gets cold if he's not sandwiched in."

"Already learned that, huh?" Mox doesn't argue, just climbs in bed on the other side of Seth, propping himself up to stare at Yuta and Seth together.

Yuta watches as Mox moves the hair away from Seth's cheek, kissing it gently, and moving to his ear to whisper something that sounded like softie. He then leans over carefully and kisses Yuta goodnight, then lays down and throws his arm over both Yuta and Seth, falling asleep quickly. He stays awake a little longer to think about the conversations he had with both Mox and Seth. Yuta knows that he truly loves all of his lovers and there was no way he'd give any of this up. He'll make sure he squashes Seth's fear tomorrow, but tonight he's going to enjoy sleeping next to very loving Hounds of Justice.

I 100% blame @sarahcakes613 and her "Yuta reminds Moxley of someone else"

This was also supposed to focus solely on Yuta and Seth, but apparently, Mox and his Lordship wanted some Seth loving too, so *waves hand* here we are.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Much love! Also! You don't have to read Enough is Enough to understand any of this story! ❤️

#the shield/bcc/renee poly #the shield #blackpool combat club #blackpool combat polycule #seth rollins #wheeler yuta #william regal #jon moxley #bryan danielson #roman reigns #renee paquette

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jaeminscoffee · 4 years ago

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After wedding shenanigans | J. JH

Pairing- Jung Jaehyun x reader

Genre- Fluff, Smut.

Word count- 2.52k

Warning(s)- typical lyra smut, proper pwp, sensual intercourse, a little roughed, fingering (prep), softdom!Jaehyun..?, slightest bit of breeding kink (yes, jaehyun unloads inside. But this is a fiction, so play it safe), praise kink.

Synopsis- Sure the wedding could be considered the best time of your lives for the both of you, but the after wedding activity was what Jaehyun was more excited about at the end of the day.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape

"Oh finally alone."

The pieces of night had fallen into place, complete as though you'd just finished a two hundred piece puzzle.

The wedding night went on successfully, vows were taken, rings were exchanged, lips touched and hearts connected. And of course, the bouquet-throwing ceremony towards the end to determine the next wedding.

Then came the after wedding reception. You changed out of your heavy gown, instead opting for a more subtle and comfortable dress, flowy to the floor, white the same as the wedding gown, just a little more easy breathing. And because you didn't want to stain your wedding dress with champagne stains, it's too precious for that.

Mrs. Jung.

You found that title very flattering, to have the 'Jung Jaehyun' as your husband is flattering. The night the ends were made, wishes were passed, you thought of it as the best day of your life.

Not for Jaehyun apparently, who's frantically trying to push the both of you further into the room, kicking close the door behind him not evening bothering to make sure it's locked

Jung Jaehyun is a man of high sex drive and that comes of as no shocking fact.

Even during normal days he'd find it hard to keep his hands off of you, well the same goes for you too but he's just topped you in that factor. His college roommates called you two lovesick rabbits. Well, mainly because of the rabbit like sex drive, also because of how lovey dovey you two always have been.

It wasn't until years after your relationship that stood as strong as ever, when you, actually beat him into proposing the idea of spending the rest of your lives with each other in a rather comical way that you two decided to get a house of your own.

Yes, you were the first one to propose, which only increased Jaehyun's love for you. Others found it weird how the female had been the first to ask the male out, but Jaehyun rather found it hot. Your boldness had turned into one of his biggest turn ons.

"Slow down, boy" you laugh into the kiss when you almost stumble back, your heels doing little to nothing to keep you stable, which, other than Jaehyun's hands around your waist, you wouldn't be. He groans once he stands up onto his feet after making sure you're safely laying on the bed.

"How the fuck do i do that when you look like this" he threw his head back, removing the now suffocating bow tie and discarding it somewhere behind him.

Jaehyun meant it. Watching you go around the party hall accepting wishes and presents with a beautiful godly smile was all too much for him. His heart felt content. He felt full. Finally having you all for himself as he'd always dreamed of and now, he doesn't have to worry about anyone stealing you from him.

"Like what?" you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him slowly remove his tux coat, leaving him in nothing but a white button up shirt that has its sleeves rolled up and a black formal office pants.

You brace yourself to hear a very cheesy, cringe worthy yet heart fluttering answer from his end when he passes you a knowing smile, leaning down and forward to hover over you. Arms by the sides of your propped up elbow, face close enough to have a sniff of the champagne you two had downed.

"Like an angel" he leaned forward, the smile still prominent on his face. Jaehyun places a kiss on your lips for a short second before pulling away, leaning sideways towards the nape of your neck, right below your earlobes,

"My angel" he blows into your ear, the feeling ticklish which was easily hooded by your now heating up self. Yes, it was cringe and extremely cliché, yet coming from him; You felt like a high school kid who'd just been asked out by her crush. You left like you're in cloud nine.

The playful mood was immediately set aside when Jaehyun's previous frenzy took over him again. Attaching his lips onto the raw skin of your exposed neck, he placed a few love bites here and there. Mindful to scatter it all over your neck, in case anyone even dared staring at you for more than a few seconds, they'd know you're taken. Taken by him.

"You're so cheesy" you rasped out the best you could, breath growing short and frantic as he worked his way south, wet lips moving towards your slightly showing cleavage that tempted him throughout the day. He nipped right between your chest at your words, a mischievous yet desperate smile adorning his features, causing your breath to hitch.

"Just for you" he replied with the same emotions your voice portrayed.

It could've been your activities or the hotel room must've grown in humidity as you felt the need to rip your gown up and away from your body. So you tapped at the back of his neck which you'd held custody since he started his ministrations. "Get these off me" you plead once his attention was focused on you.

"It stays on, darling." you whine at his reply causing him to let out a throaty groan at the feeling of something twitch down there. You scoot backwards to create enough space for you to remove your own gown, "You look so fucking sexy in it."

"Can you leave it on for me, love?" He questioned, now standing up to remove the shirt. Not bothering to go button by button, instead, ripping it open instead. Discarding it the same way he did with his coat and tie, his pants following suit.

His voice mixed with the way he's glowing right now, the lights of the room highlighting all of his godly features and the slight plea in his command you oblige, opting to lay back down comfortably on the bed with the gown ridden up just a little to expose your lace inner and look at him with a sultry look, luring him closer to you.

Wasting no more time, Jaehyun decided it was enough of a wait for both of you as he quickly climbed onto the bed, "Only because i love you" you let out when he came in close, taking up his previous position on top of you.

"I love you too." with that, he engulfed your lips with his, not bothering to slow down as tease has started to become too much for him and his little (not that little) friend down there, and by the way you were constantly rubbing your thighs together, it probably had gotten painful for you to take it slow too.

You whimper into the kiss when you feel his hand travel all over your body, reaching under the dress to rip the now soaked lace lingerie you'd worn to give him a show (which was a futile attempt as he'd not bothered to look at it for even a second before ripping it off impatiently like an animal in heat) as it joins the pile of his clothes on the floor.

It was when he cupped your heat with his jewel adorned hand that you began trembling with pleasure. His warm hands in contrast to the cold metal all too pleasurable as you'd finally got some sort of relief at your throbbing core. "J-Jae.."

Jaehyun hushes your whimpers, contemplating whether to actually take time to prepare you after feeling how much you're dripping already. "Such an angel, you're dripping love, doll. Should I even prepare you?" He asked rhetorically.

"Fingers.. Jae i need you" you moan wanting to feel his beautiful slender digits piston in and out of you. "Hm? You want my fingers?" he asks to which you confirm enthusiastically, "Alright, anything for my wife"

You were half embarrassed by the fact that the moment he let two fingers slide in smoothly, you'd already felt yourself close to your edge but the other half far too driven by pleasure when he'd started moving his fingers to care enough.

"Does my doll like that?" Jaehyun inquires, setting a fast, steady pace to move his fingers in and out of you, the rings brushing on your plush walls making your whole being tremble, along with the tips of his finger brushing against your sweet spot turning you into a complete moaning mess.

"Answer me, love" Settling on his knees to steady himself, Jaehyun brought his other hand up to your chin to make you look at him with a vice grip on your chin. His gaze made you shudder and shrink when he'd felt you clench around his digits. "Y-yes.. I love..-it" he hums with satisfaction.

Too far into your own zone, your moans mixed with Jaehyun's actions and his sweet nothings, with the squelching sounds echoing throughout the wall, you felt the knot at the bottom of your stomach tighten painfully. All too familiar with you constantly clenching around his fingers, he picks up speed to which your back arches off the bed, "Ja-Jaehyun I'm.. Close. So. -fucking close-!"

You moan out loud at the addition of his thumb on your clit, which pulled the last string seconds after, coaxing your orgasm out of you, "So well. Look at you, darling. You look ethereal when you come" he stills his wrist, letting you grind your hips onto his fingers to prolong your orgasm, as he watches you moan with your nose scrunched up, your eyebrows knitted and your mouth slightly open ajar.

You only stop your actions when you felt it was too much for you, and because you heard a moan coming from your husband's end. You look straight at him, only to see him staring back at you with the same intensity while palming himself, which had another wave of pleasure wash over your being as he'd looked so hot at the moment.

It wasn't once or twice or three times, instead everyday when you'd remind Jaehyun that you thought he was surreal. And that god shows favoritism as he has the looks of that of greek sculptures or maybe even, dare you say, better than the sculptures themselves.

So when you see his dark eyebrows furrowed, his eyes hooded with lust and desperation, his once perfectly gelled hair now disheveled with a few strands falling stray over his eyes. His lips a shade of deep crimson from the previous frantic make out and his constant lip biting, you let yourself out a silent moan which prompted Jaehyun to hover over you for the nth time that night.

"Jaehyun.." you whimper with an airy voice.

"Fuck me, please" you take his face between both your palms to urge him forward the exact moment he let out a loud groan at your lewd words. You shift below him in a way to allow the head of his shaft to prod at your entrance the moment you capture his lips into a much slower kiss.

The feeling of your wetness and heat on his painfully inflated member when he slowly eased himself inside up to the brim had him bite down rather harshly on your bottom lips, making drawing the slightest of blood out to which you moan.

"You're so fucking perfect, doll. You take me in so perfectly.." you both let out a sigh of content at the feeling of being full as you urge Jaehyun to move and not waste more time in taking the next step to lock you in as his for once and for all.

Jaehyun moves his hips backwards collectively pulling out more than half of his shaft outside, letting just the tip of the head linger at your core, removing his lips from yours, instead opting to find home back at the nape of your neck, which now glowed of pretty red and purple love bites before slamming back inside you with all he'd got, making you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure.

"Oh god, Jae that..-feels so good. So.. So.-good" you whine while he moved faster and faster, one hand clenching your dress and holding it up above your breast while the other dropped down to balance himself on his elbows to avoid crushing you, "Yeah..?" he inquired, which came out as a shaky growl from how fast he was moving.

"Yeah.. So,..-good" you bite back a whine to hear his moans loud and clear, which caused your body to release another round of arousal at his deep groans and growls.

The wetness dripping onto the sheets with each of his thrusts, causing wet noises to resonate throughout the dim lit room, his moans and your moans mixed causing waves of mixed emotions churn inside you. "You feel so good around me too, love. I'm going to come, urgh-" Jaehyun struggles to keep a steady pace at your constant clenching.

You squirm underneath him, feeling yourself grow hotter and closer to the edge with each of his sloppy thrusts, whining out loudly when he starts twitching inside of you. "I'm going to come inside, darling, fill you up to the brim, yeah?" he inquires, not really expecting an answer when he feels you clench harder around his already twitching member which causes him to grit his teeth to hold himself back from coming for a little longer.

"You like the idea, hm?"

"You like the idea of me fucking my come inside of you? You like the idea of walking around with my child inside you? Hm?" he asks with pauses as you make it harder for him to move with how much of a tight hold you had on his dick. "Jae..-" you whine out loud at his lewd words, the idea intriguing you enough to throw you off the edge, while blushing really hard

"Jesus fucking christ, Y/n.." He let himself unload right after you, still keeping a slow pace to make sure not a drop of his essence would drip out of you, which was hard considering that your arousal mixed with your come and his had become too much for your body to withhold, causing you to writhe in overstimulation under him as he immediately collapses over you, the feeling of your walls clenching weakly around his now soft member causing him to twitch in the same emotion as you.

Taking a minute or so to calm down your palms flat on his sweaty back, the other playing with his hair while his hand worked on your side to cool down the burning skin, you speak up, "I do like it.." you let out softly.

You hear a slow and silent questioning hum from his end beside your head, as you speak up louder, "I do like the idea of walking around with your child inside of me" you claim shyly as you feel his hands halt at your sides, his head moving side-wards to place a peck on your cheek with a quirky smirk on his lips, the hands now gripping your side with a slightly tight grip,

"Round two, then?"

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mordoriscalling · 4 years ago

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Secret

A fic based on @artistsfuneral fic about Geralt confessing his love to Jaskier in Polish, assuming that Jaskier doesn’t understand the language. Please go read it here and give them love!

This fic is also available on AO3.

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At the beginning, it was just a way of venting about his frustrations concerning the bard.

“Musi mieć nierówno pod sufitem.” He must be soft in the head, Geralt says to Roach quietly as he brushes her mane. He glances over his shoulder, looking at Jaskier sitting by the fire and strumming his newly-acquired elven lute. “Nikt o zdrowych zmysłach nie chciałby pisać o mnie pieśni.” Nobody in their right mind would want to write songs about me, the witcher scoffs in an old language which he’s sure the young bard won’t understand. Roach understands of course, in her own way, and snorts in agreement.

Geralt has lived for many years and has learnt many useful skills during that time. Speaking ancient languages is one of them. Witchers have to learn that particular tongue anyway, since the most reliable bestiaries are written in it. Jaskier, being no witcher, won’t know what Geralt’s talking about, so he can complain all about the bard, even to his face to piss him off.

“Marzę tylko o tym, żebyś zamknął się chociaż na chwilę.” The only thing I dream of is you shutting up for just a minute, he tells the bard after Jaskier asks him whether he has any dreams. It ends up in Jaskier sulking and not talking to him for the rest of the day, so Geralt counts it as a win.

“Daj mi spokój!” Leave me be! He growls at Jaskier as he returns injured to their camp after a hunt. The bard wanted to touch him and look at his wound.

“Zejdź mi z oczu, Jaskier.” Get out of my sight, Jaskier, he grits out, annoyed, after he had to safe the bard from a vengeful spouse yet again.

Jaskier never does. Geralt tells him to go away in all the languages he knows but Jaskier persists. He stays by Geralt’s side through thick and thin, for many years, and Geralt doesn’t understand.

“Czego ty ode mnie chcesz?” What do you want from me? he asks as he and the bard drink ale together in some inn. Jaskier holds his gaze for a long moment but doesn’t answer. Two days later, Jaskier helps him bathe after a hunt and hums happily all throughout, as if it actually brings him pleasure to wash monster guts from Geralt’s hair with his delicate fingers. Geralt blurts out, “Nie rozumiem cię.” I don’t understand you.

Jaskier’s hands stop their movement. “You know what,” he says cheerfully, “I don’t understand what you’re saying but one day, I will.”

Geralt huffs a laugh. “Zobaczymy.” We’ll see about that.

Few more years pass and Jaskier gives no indication that he’s somehow learnt the “secret” language. Geralt still uses it to rant about the bard (mostly to Roach) but gradually, his irritated words like “Wkurzasz mnie” You annoy me give way to quiet confessions such as “Tęskniłem za tobą.” I missed you.

When Jaskier finds the witcher fishing for a djin, he offers to sing Geralt to sleep. He makes Geralt put his head in his lap and starts crooning a lullaby in Elder, running his hands through the witcher’s hair. Sleeplessness starts overtaking Geralt at last but he fights it, just to look up at Jaskier’s face a little longer - his expression is so open, warm and unafraid. Geralt reaches out to touch Jaskier’s cheek and whispers, “Czym ja sobie na ciebie zasłużyłem?” What have I done to deserve you?

Jaskier only chuckles and sings on. The following day, they go to Rinde and make friends with the infamous sorceress who resides there. Yennefer gifts Geralt with a potion that helps the witcher with his insomnia. On some occasions, he allows himself to ask Jaskier to sing to him anyway.

Geralt and Jaskier continue travelling together and the witcher watches his bard companion grow – his clothes get more distinguished, his verses become more sophisticated and artful. Jaskier holds himself with confidence, a magnetic charisma that draws everyone in, yet he still chooses Geralt’s company and all the discomforts and hardships of the Path. It weighs down on Geralt, how much better Jaskier could be doing away from him, how selfish he is to want this extraordinary man to remain with him.

“Jesteś taki piękny.” You’re so beautiful, Geralt murmurs, gazing at Jaskier cast in the orange glow of the bonfire. His blue eyes reflect the firelight with a myriad of colours and Geralt can’t look away.

Jaskier smiles but says nothing.

When they’re about to separate for winter that year, Geralt can’t hold it in anymore. The bard babbles excitedly, sharing his plans for the upcoming months and teasing Geralt about how the witcher surely won’t miss his constant chatter. Geralt suddenly breaks under the weight of the only secret he’s kept from his friend.

“Gdybyś tylko wiedział, jak bardzo cię kocham.” If only you knew how much I love you, he says under his breath, swallowing hard. His chest aches and his throat burns, and it’s only thanks to his very last shred of self-control that he doesn’t say it again in a language which Jaskier speaks.

Then, there comes Jaskier’s question, “Co ty powiedziałeś?” What did you just say?

Geralt whips around and stares at Jaskier with wide eyes. The bard appears equally shocked. There’s comprehension on his face and Geralt’s blood runs cold. He keeps looking at Jaskier soundlessly, helplessly, fighting for breath as every inhale fills his lungs with fire that makes his eyes prickle.

“Jaskier, I –” he grinds out finally. “I’m... sorry, I –”

“Geralt,” Jaskier cuts in gently, “Don’t.”

He walks up to Geralt, standing so close that their bodies almost touch. Taking the witcher’s face into his hands, he goes on, and Geralt can’t look away from the warm blue of his eyes. “I told you that I’d learn,” he says with a smile so soft, so full of affection that shouldn’t be there, “and I did.”

“Wiedźminie.” Witcher, Jaskier murmurs, “mój wiedźminie.” My witcher.

It shouldn’t mean as much as it does - being called this name in this tongue - yet when Jaskier says it so tenderly, his voice turning the vowels and consonants into some magical sounds, it strikes Geralt to his very core. He chokes and lays his palms on Jaskier nape, clinging desperately as he puts their foreheads together.

Jaskier laughs breathlessly and nudges his nose against Geralt’s. “Ja ciebie też kocham.” I love you too, he whispers huskily, “Całym sercem.” With my whole heart.

It means so much.

Part 2

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kmackatie · 2 years ago

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🎨 for the writer asks! Alternatively or in addition, 🔥

Thanks for the questions!

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I have been lucky enough to get a few fanarts in the wild, and it always makes me smile. There is one moment from the breath before the phrase that I would love to see. It's a moment from the end of chapter eighteen, where Essek and Caleb are out the back of the townhouse, and Caleb pulls Essek into a waltz under the string of lights hung in a large tree. It's a soft moment, after an emotionally charged day, and I would adore to see it. I'll include a longer snippet of the scene under the cut.

🔥 Have you included any sexy scenes in your fics? If yes, do you find them easy or difficult to write?

I have! Seven out of my sixteen published fics involve sex scenes, and it's something that I originally found really intimidating but I have improved on with practice. It's now just another tool in the kit, and it's another way to explore connection and intimacy. They are still a challenge (wait, hang on, what limb went where???) but I think as with most writing, they get far easier the more that you do and as you find your style and way with them.

(ask me a fanfic writer ask)

[to set the scene]

Essek registers the door opening behind him, a burst of chatter breaking forth from the inside before it’s cut off again as the door slides closed. He doesn’t turn from the chair he’s lounging in, wine glass held precariously in his left hand as he leans back, staring up at the stars above him. He can only just make them out, the light pollution turning them into a haze with a few dots rather than the full sky he knows is behind it. The multi-colour strings in the tree above the courtyard give off soft, radiating glow in hues of red, blue, purple, green, and yellow—it reminds Essek of a travelling carnival he had walked past as a child but never visited. It gives the space a magical quality, a feeling of liminal space, as if he was in a place between worlds.

The scuff of shoes across paving stones is familiar and he knows it’s Caleb by that alone. He hears the scrape of a chair being pulled back next to him and the sound of someone sitting down in it, shifting a few times to get comfortable the way Caleb always does.

[and then, later]

“You owe me a dance.”

The words take him by surprise and Essek frowns, resisting slightly, though more in confusion than actual reluctance.

“No, I don’t—”

“Ja, you do. You promised to dance with me at the gallery and I’ve yet to call it in.”

Oh. Oh.

That was months ago, though he supposes he did, and then they had gotten distracted by kissing and bodies and more kissing and it never happened. Essek flushes at the memory, ears twitching slightly. Caleb is grinning, when he looks up at him as if he knows where his thoughts strayed, and Caleb nods towards the courtyard in a second invitation.

Essek leans over and places his wine glass down safely on the table, before standing and dusting his pants off from invisible specks of dust.

Caleb tugs him in, cradling the hand still holding Essek’s to his chest and resting his other between Essek’s shoulder blades. He loops his own arm around Caleb’s waist and presses in close, closing his eyes as he tips his head against Caleb’s chest. Humming along with the music, Caleb starts to move them slowly, guiding them with their joined hand and nudging Essek around the space.

His heart is still beating erratically, but it is calming as every moment passes, as Caleb continues to hold him close, continues to confirm everything he already knew about Caleb—that he listens to Essek, that he trusts Essek to know his mind, to know him.

He places the song then, remembers how Caleb sent him a recording after the museum, remembers listening to it in bed one morning and how he teared up thinking about what Caleb had been through, how this was a core memory of slow mornings and an example of love. Caleb embodies it in everything he does, and honours the memory of parents he holds dear.

Essek opens his eyes and looks up slightly.

“I really am sorry.”

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darkverrmin · 4 years ago

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They stumble upon Jaskier's mother in a small town, on their way to Kaer Morhen. She sees them first, calling Jaskier's name (his real name) and waving at them. Jaskier runs to her, picking her up and spinning her around. Geralt can't help but to smile at that.

"Mum, this is my partner, Geralt of Rivia".

Geralt gives her a small bow. "Pleasure to meet you".

She smiles back at him politely. "I'm happy to meet you, Geralt! Where are you boys headed?"

"Kaer Morhen" Jaskier answers her. "It's the Witchers' keep, I'm meeting Geralt's family".

"Oh, that's wonderful!" She cries, glancing at Geralt. "I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but I should head back soon. You know how impatient your father can get".

Geralt notices Jaskier's body visibly tensing at the mention of his father, but he doesn't say a thing about it. "Our inn is just over there. Want to grab a quick drink?"

She smiles again, cupping Jaskier's cheek. "Sure".

***

Jaskier's mother is so sweet and polite towards Geralt, he almost feels uncomfortable. But it's nice that one of Jaskier's family members actually likes him. Although Geralt knows that Jaskier doesn't give a fuck about it.

After ten minutes or so, she starts talking about Jaskier's father. Jaskier clenches his jaw and Geralt notices how uncomfortable he feels. The Witcher clears his throat and gets up from his seat. "I need to check on Roach in the stables. I'll leave you two to catch up. Again, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Panktraz".

She gives Geralt another polite smile and nods. "You too, dear. Hope to see you again soon".

***

Geralt is brushing Roach when he hears Jaskier walking out of the inn and protesting something loudly.

"You don't know him".

Jaskier continues speaking, obviously annoyed. "Stop it, mum. I'll have none of it".

His mother's voice follows. "Darling, just listen to me-"

"You're wrong".

"I'm just trying to protect you. He's not right for you".

Geralt freezes in his place, listening to the conversation carefully. They're far enough so he can't see them, but Witcher senses allow Geralt to hear every word.

"I don't need to. I see that he is not right for you".

"Ha! And what is right for me, ma? A rich, noble duchess? To please father?"

"Julian, you know I disagree with your father on many things. But I think you deserve so much better".

"You don't know him. At all. He is an amazing man. He's kindhearted, brave, smart, charm-"

"Doesn't seem like that from our conversation".

Jaskier gasps. "Oh, so now he's bad because he's not much of a conversationalist? Dear Gods, mother-"

"I want to ask you a question. What can he offer you?"

"...What?"

"What kind of life are you leading with him, Julian? You don't have a house, you can't have a famil-"

"I don't want a house. And he is my family. I love traveling with him".

"You need someone who will make you feel safe. Who can protect you".

"I can protect myself, ma. And I trust Geralt more than I trust anyone".

"Oh, you're still so young".

Jaskier sighs. "I'm 25. Not much of a child anymore".

"Don't you think you're with him just because you like the adventure? The danger?"

Geralt closes his eyes, exhaling sharply. He listens to Jaskier's answer.

"Do you want to know how I really feel about him?"

A moment of silence.

"I love him, ma. With every fiber of my being. He's- He's just so amazing. He loves me too. I feel alive when I'm with him. I love our adventures, I love our life. I don't need to settle down somewhere. This is the life I chose for myself, mother. This is the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with. Because I want him and him only".

Geralt feels something warm spreading itself in his chest. Jaskier continues, his voice calmer.

"For the first time in my life I can say that I'm happy, ma. Every morning I wake up by his side, I'm happy. I... I love him. And don't worry, he treats me well. He really is a big softie, you just need to get to know him a bit. And gods, he's so smart. I'm learning something new from him every day. He's... He makes me happy, mother. I'm happy. Isn't that all that matters?"

His mother sighs. "If that's the way you feel, I guess that's good. Can't say about happiness, didn't have a lot of that with your father. But... I just want you to have a good life".

"I am having a great life, ma. The greatest. Believe me".

"Alright, darling". He hears a kissing sound. "Take care. Maybe write more often, so I'll know you're alright?"

"I promise".

"And maybe come around to visit on holidays?"

"We'll work something out, ma. Promise".

"Great. Goodbye, Julian, take care. Love you".

"Love you, too".

***

Jaskier shows up at the stables a couple of minutes later. He gives Geralt a bright smile. "How's our girl doing?" He asks, nodding at Roach.

"Alright" Geralt answers him. He walks over to Jaskier, pulling him into a tight hug. Jaskier chuckles, before hugging back.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Just... You know that I really care about you, right? You're everything to me. I... You make me happy, Jas".

Jaskier smiles into his chest, squeezing his lover. "I know, dear. I know".

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acabecca · 3 years ago

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Jas + Steve // Three Little Words - a companion piece to Start Of An Age

no one requested this i just saw some prompts i liked and basically gave them to myself 😌 thank u to @sgtbuckyybarnes for the lovely edits, and to @ohhitherekatie for helping me when i was stuck and ready to quit writing the whole thing! (lyrics in the edit are from accidentally on purpose by the shires)

Flicking through her mail, her keys dangling from the tip of her middle finger, Jas shouldered the front door of her apartment open and walked inside, her stomach dropping the second she kicked the door shut.

Another night alone, again.

She dumped her mail - bills and fliers, nothing interesting from no one she wanted to hear from - on the table in the hallway and dropped her keys into the key dish that Steve had bought for her.

“Here, you’re always losing your keys, so I got you something,” he handed her a small, neatly gift wrapped box and Jas squealed, snatching it out of his hands as he laughed. “Don’t get too excited! It’s nothing special!”

“I love presents! And if it’s off you, I’ll love it even more,” she cooed, leaning forwards and pinching his cheek as his face flushed and he swatted her away.

He was right; it wasn’t anything special - just a small, turquoise bowl, just the right size for her keyring.

But she was right, too; she loved it because it was a gift from him.

Jas sniffed, wiping underneath her eyes. Christ, she was about to start crying over a bowl.

“Get a grip, James,” she muttered to herself, slipping her jacket off and hanging it up on the hooks by the door - something else Steve had bought and installed himself, so she would have somewhere other than the kitchen worktop or the back of the couch to throw her jacket when she got home from work.

“You’re so untidy.”

“If you don’t love me at my worst then you don’t deserve me at my best, Rogers,” Jas told him from where she was lying draped across the couch, slurping on an ice pop as she scrolled through Netflix.

Steve laughed, dropped his screwdriver on to the table as he walked over and crouched in front of her.

“I love every single version of you,” he whispered, leaning forward and pushing her hand that was holding the ice pop out of her face so he could kiss her gently.

“Good save,” Jas raised an eyebrow, smirking once he’d pulled away. “Now get back to it, Stevie! I love seeing you being all masculine and fixing things around my place. Such a turn on.”

“I’m not a piece of meat; I have feelings,” Steve quipped over his shoulder, but he did as she said anyway.

She blinked furiously, keeping her tears at bay by sheer force of will. Everything in her apartment reminded her of him, he was everywhere she looked. She could even see the outline of him sat in the armchair by the window, his body cast in shadows from the street lights shining outside.

Shaking her head, she switched the lamp next to the TV on and froze - she could still see Steve sat in the armchair, his eyes fixed on her and his hair mussed up from where he’d obviously been running his fingers through it, his eyes dark and tired as he rose from his seat.

Jas blinked.

Once.

Twice.

She reached up to rub at her eyes, and then she heard him chuckle.

“You aren’t seeing things, honey,” he told her, his voice deeper than she remembered.

That was all it took before she was clambering over the coffee table and practically throwing herself into his arms, Steve catching her with a soft “oomf!”

“Are you really here?” Jas’ voice cracked.

“Yeah, I’m really here,” Steve whispered back to her, holding her against him as she buried her face in his chest, his arms wrapped around her as he dropped a kiss on top of her head. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” she admitted, her voice muffled by his shirt. “So much, Stevie. Thought I was gonna have to sell my damn apartment because I saw you everywhere I looked; my key bowl, the coat hooks, that stupid shower curtain-”

“Still don’t understand why you didn’t already have a shower curtain,” he scoffed. “The bathroom damn near flooded every morning.”

Jas pinched his stomach. “Shut up.”

Steve laughed quietly, taking her face in his hands and pressing his lips against hers, Jas grabbing fistfulls of his t-shirt to hold him as close to her as possible, as though she was afraid he would disappear if she let go of him.

“Love you,” he murmured against her lips.

“Love you too,” she murmured back, her arms around his shoulder as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. “How long are you here for? Is it safe? Have you heard from Nat? What’s gonna happen with Sam and Wanda and Clint and the little insect guy? How’s Bucky doing-?”

“Okay, slow down, sweetheart,” Steve pulled back slightly, placing his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her with a small, uncertain smile. He sighed, his hands travelling down her arms until he took her hands in his and pulled her to sit on the couch with him. “Let’s just… Let’s sit for a while, and we can talk. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

Jas followed him wordlessly, allowing him to guide her into the seat beside him, his hands still holding on to hers. She was tempted to pinch herself - she had imagined Steve showing up so many times in the last weeks that she couldn’t be certain she hadn’t gone mad and was merely hallucinating him being sat on her couch, his warm hands encasing hers and his eyes searching her face.

Tony would lose his mind if he knew that-

“Oh shit,” Jas’ eyes widened. “Steve. There might be people watching my building - Tony told me that if you called I had to keep the conversation short, in case anyone was trying to track you using my phone, he’s-”

“Tony’s giving you tips on how to see me?” Steve interrupted with a frown. “I’m not sure I buy that. Maybe he’s the one tracking your phone.”

“You underestimate how miserable I’ve been these past few weeks, and how utterly annoying I get when I’m bored because literally all of my friends are on the run,” she scoffed. “I think Tony is about ready to just willingly hand me over to you, in person, and help you escape if it means he never has to listen to me talk about another episode of Desperate Housewives for as long as he lives.”

“You can’t tell him I was here.”

“I’m not going to,” Jas shook her head. “I won’t tell anyone anything. Whatever happens here is between you and me; no one else. Tell me what’s going on, Steve.”

Pausing, Steve ran a hand through his hair and sighed, before nodding slowly. “T’Challa’s sister, Shuri. She’s going to help Bucky be… Bucky again. She’s going to get rid of everything Hydra put into his head.”

“That’s good, right?” Jas asked hopefully. “How is he?”

“Frozen.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Cryogenic sleep,” Steve began. “While Shuri works on getting everything out of his head. It’s the only way to be sure he doesn’t go full Winter Soldier again - it was his call, Jas. He had to make the choice for himself; no one forced it on him. I didn’t- I would never make him do anything like that.”

“No, hey,” Jas reached out, her hand on his cheek. “I know you wouldn’t, Steve. I know you only want what’s best for him and I’m sure he knows that, too.”

“I hope so,” Steve muttered, resisting the urge to nuzzle into her palm.

“What about the others? Nat and everyone?”

“Nat’s okay,” Steve nodded his head. “She’s… There’s a whole story. She’s been through it, Jas. I’ll let her tell you whenever you see her next.”

“Uh-huh…” she paused, her eyes narrowed suspiciously as her hand dropped back to her lap. “And the others? Sam, Clint, Wanda? What aren’t you telling me, Steve?”

He sighed heavily, pulling his gaze away from hers. He should have known she would pick up on his reluctance to mention the other’s who had helped him - Team Cap, Sam had christened them. Jas had a particular soft spot for Clint, and Steve knew she would have asked about him. He should have been better prepared, had a lie ready to fall past his lips, but instead all he could do was avoid looking her in her eyes and grip her hand a little bit tighter than before.

“…It’s best if you don’t know,” he admitted softly. “If you don’t know anything, you can’t get blamed for it.”

“Steve-”

“Please don’t ask me to tell you, Jas,” he shook his head. “I won’t. I can’t. I have to do what I can to keep you out of this, to protect you from the fallout of my actions”.

“Look at me,” Jas placed a hand on his cheek again, turning his head and forcing him to face her. “They’re my friends, too, so you need to tell me - what can I do to help?” she asked. “I’ll do whatever you need. I can’t sit around and wait, Steve. I’m no good at it. You should know that better than anyone.”

Steve chuckled. “I do know, but I can’t risk anything happening to you,” he told her, his chest tightening at the mere thought of Jas being hurt because of something he’d done.

No. He had to keep her safe, above all else. She was the one thing he had left worth fighting for, and he would protect her at all costs, even if that meant leaving her behind.

He swallowed at the thought, his breathing faltering slightly.

“Hey,” Jas tapped his thigh with her index finger gently to get his focus back on her. “I can see you getting lost in your head, Rogers. I know you’re worried, but nothing bad is going to happen to me or anyone else, Steve. I’ll always be here, you’ll always have me, whether you like it or not. Please let me help you help them.”

Steve reached for her, easily picking her up and sliding her into his lap. “Just tell me everything’s going to be okay,” he whispered hoarsely, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Jas whispered back, running her fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head. “Wanna know how I know that?”

“Because I’m Captain America.”

“No,” Jas snorted, tugging on the ends of Steve’s hair to force his head up. She placed a hand on his chest, just over his heart. “It’s because you’re Steve Rogers, and he’s the best person I’ve ever known. He’s the guy who will never stop fighting for what’s right. Never has done.”

“I- I love you.”

“I love you too, Stevie,” she hummed, kissing his forehead. “How long do we have?”

“Not long. Nat is coming back for me in a few hours.”

“Hmmm,” she pulled his head back to her shoulder and sighed. “And then? When will I see you again?”

Steve pulled back, looking up at her apologetically. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted. “I think we’re gonna have to keep moving for a while.”

“I could come with you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking me,” Jas shrugged half-heartedly. “I’m offering. I can’t just not do anything and watch you walk away, Steve. I can’t watch you leave me.”

Steve’s arms tightened around her waist and he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m not leaving you. Not ever. I would never leave you, Jas. I mean it when I say that I love you. I might not be around for a while but… I’ll always be here for you, too,” he repeated her earlier promise with a small, soft smile. “You’ll always have me, for as long as you want me.”

“Forever?”

Steve chuckled. “If that’s what you want, one day.”

“Sure is, Stevie,” she slipped her arms around his neck and shuffled as close to his chest as she could get. “How about you just stay the night with me for now, hmm? Call Nat and tell her to get you a little later. You can go before sunrise; no one will see you. You still have your trusty cap and sunglasses here.”

“My favourite disguise,” he smirked. “I’ll stay the night. I’ll do anything you ask me to, sweetheart.”

“Anything, huh?” Jas grinned back at him, the tips of fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s a big promise, Rogers. Don’t make it if you can’t keep it.”

Steve huffed out a laugh, his hands snaking up underneath her t-shirt, his palms warm against her back. “There’s a lot we can do in one night.”

“Not enough if it means I wake up and you’re not here.”

“I’ll wake you before I leave,” he murmured against her lips, pressing his mouth to her. “Promise I won’t leave without saying goodbye.”

“Better hadn’t, or I will use every form of technology at my disposal to hunt your ass down; I have so many vacation days saved up, it will be easy to follow you across the world just to yell at you.”

He laughed again. “I don’t doubt it for a second, sweetheart,” he cooed, Jas shifting on his lap to get more comfortable as Steve gripped her waist tightly. “There, uh… There is something you could do for me. You said you wanted to help.”

Jas nodded once. “Anything, Steve.”

“Use some of those vacation days to go to Wakanda.”

Jas blinked. “What?”

“I need you to look after Bucky,” Steve explained. “He doesn’t… He has no one else, and I can’t be there for him. I want him to get to know you, for you to get to know each other. He’s my best friend and I want him to know how amazing my girlfriend is. Want him to meet you, officially.”

“When he isn’t trying to kill me, you mean?”

Steve sighed. “Yeah.”

“Hey, I’m kidding,” Jas pinched the skin of his neck gently. “I told you I’d do anything I could to help and I meant it, so sure. I’ll go keep Bucky company in Wakanda. He can tell me embarrassing stories about you and we can bond! It will be fun. I’ll become Bucky’s best friend. Hope you’re prepared for all the selfies I’ll send you of the pair of us.”

“You,” Steve nuzzled his nose into her neck. “Are incredible. How’d I manage to have someone like you in my life, huh?”

Jas beamed down at him. “Guess you’re just lucky, Rogers.”

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fangirleaconmigo · 4 years ago

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The Song of Geralt

So. I read The Song of Achilles, and this fic is what happened.

Explicit. Bottom!Geralt. First time. About 5k. Also on AO3

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He thinks I cannot hear him.

Restless. Rutting. Grunting softly behind the crackling of the dying embers.

But I hear him. I see him too.

He is pressed onto his stomach against his woolen bedroll. The firm swell of his ass lifts into a patch of moonlight, his back arching as though he has an ache he cannot reach. I blink to clear the campfire from my eyes.

My hands shift under my cheek where they pillow my head for sleep.

He thinks he is hiding.

He is a brilliant man, my friend. He knows all fifty subspecies of winged reptiles. He knows how to brew potion out of bramble. He knows the movements of the stars and the speed of the wind.

But he has a chink in his armor.

It is me.

He loves me, I think.

It is only the flicker of a thought. It settles on me occasionally, when I catch him looking at me with a softer expression than he means to convey. The flicker dies within moments when his mouth presses back into a hard line and he turns his head with a snort.

Maybe I imagine it. Maybe he doesn’t love me at all.

But I am not imagining this. He is whining. It is a reedy desperate sound hovering just beneath his breath. I roll quietly onto my back and I lay, eyes blown wide, looking at the moon.

I silently call upon the moon goddess. She has no reason to listen. I am not her supplicant. I worship at the altar of Geralt of Rivia.

But I call upon her anyway. She is the only god here. I beg her to ease whatever suffering he has endured that makes him think he cannot call out to me.

I yearn to touch him.

But more than that. I want him to know that he can be touched. That he can writhe before me, vulnerable and naked, and that I will never harm him.

He could snap me like a dry twig of course. But that isn’t the kind of safety he lacks.

I think I hear his next breath start with the sound of my name.

J—

Ja—

My heart leaps to my throat and I freeze, still as a stone. I cannot afford to make any noise that will compete with his. I cannot miss it if he calls for me. But he breathes again and it is only the sound of air pulling into the warmth of his barrel chest.

I could sleep on his broad, scarred chest for the rest of my days, riding the vibrations of his grunts, moans, and chuckles into paradise.

But I have never lain on his chest. He has let me hold him before--once when he was injured and once when he was drunk. It was quiet. And sweet. And it closed gashes in my soul. There was no moaning. No sighing. Just an embrace.

It was more than enough.

But this is moaning. And I want to be a part of it.

I blink and I ask the moon again to tell him. Tell the man on the other side of the dying fire that he can call to me.

It is safe. I am safe.

A moment passes.

“Jaskier.”

He says it so quietly, that had I not been listening so intently between the crackling of the embers and the trill of the whippoorwill I would not have heard it.

I have never moved so quickly in my life.

I knock my pillow onto the dirt in my haste.

I do not care.

I kneel next to him, eyes shining, trying not to overwhelm him with my naked want. But his want matches mine, and then some. I look at him and his cheeks and neck are blotchy and flushed. His bare scarred shoulders are heaving. His eyes are wild.

He swallows and his gaze flickers down. It gives me permission to look. My eyes drop to his waist. His hips.

Oh.

I have never seen him like this. I often wonder why not. We have traveled intimately together for almost a year. I am occasionally forced to hide an ill timed erection or wander out into the woods to relieve my tension.

He never does.

We have shared beds and I have woken more than once with my body excited and pressed to him. I have always skittered back, genuinely ashamed. He has always waved it off.

It’s natural, he says. Biological function. But his body has never responded in kind.

But now his hewn form lies before me, sprawled out on his bedroll on the forest floor. He is sheeted in sweat and his heavy cock is apparent under the thin linen of his underclothes.

I already know it is the prettiest cock I will ever see. Because he is the most beautiful man I will ever see. My mouth waters and I reach out an eager hand to touch it.

He flinches.

Cold horror grips me.

I have made him recoil from me. Have I presumed? I would never knowingly attempt to breach his well guarded walls. Too many people have done so already with violence.

Children in our world aren’t given many choices. Eat your greens. Join your father in the shop. Marry the daughter of our ally. But he was given no choices. His walls were obliterated. Violated. His very body was taken from him. It was poisoned and fumigated and built to serve someone else’s purpose. To kill.

I know this.

So while I might cajole the serving girl or charm the farm boy, I never ever press on Geralt. Not with charm. Not with reason. Not with feelings.

Not with anything.

Not on him.

Never.

I yank back my hand, heartsick.

But then I feel his strong fingers grasp my wrist.

“Stay,” he says, hoarse and quick.

I still and I search his face for a sign. He doesn’t know how hard he is squeezing me. I do not care. He can crush my bone to ash, as long as he is touching me.

“What would you like me to do, Geralt?” I ask. I savor his name as I always do, my voice caressing each syllable, not rushing either one.

He looks at me pleading. “I—“

He rolls his hips again. I do not take the bait this time. I do not reach for him, though I want to. Oh gods how I want to.

“I don’t know,” he finishes. He sounds embarrassed.

“It’s alright,” I say. “I can lie here. You can do whatever you like to me.”

His smile is thin. He is preoccupied, despite his ardor.

“Or nothing at all,” I continue. “I can just be here.”

“I do want something,” he insists.

My eyes adjust to the shadows and I see that his white hair is plastered to his neck and his lips are glistening. I picture sliding my tongue up his neck but I stop myself. He licks his lips and squeezes my wrist tighter.

He is usually keen, and I am usually carefree. Or at least I play at carefree. I have that luxury.

But now I am keen, and he...well...he is floundering. I want to grab him and pull him to shore. But he has flinched. I will never make him flinch again. He must do this himself. He must say what he wants. I wait for him to say that he wants me to hold him. Or to fuck him. Or to fuck off.

He doesn’t.

He says something that I do not expect.

“What is happening to me?”

I think it is a seduction, but when I soak in his expression I see that he is begging. I cannot understand what he is asking. It is the question of a child. He is a man of almost a hundred. He knows his own body. I am at a loss. So I attempt a rakish, seductive joke. I blow at the tendrils falling into my eyes and hope that they flop back gracefully.

“You are desperately aroused Geralt. Sexually frustrated. Who could blame you, sleeping next to a handsome, famous, poet such as myself night after night?”

He makes an irritated noise at the back of his throat. But he is aroused. It is unmistakable. Powerful lust strains at his seams. I want to summon it. Coax it out with my lips and my fingers. Blow on it like hot coals until it is raging in my arms.

“This has never happened to me before. Witchers can’t. We don’t.” He says urgently, as though arguing with his body.

I raise my brows and allow myself to look down again at the outline of his thick cock tenting the fabric of his braies. “It seems as though you can.”

Then the meaning of his words slam into me. “Wait. You have never...been...?” I gesture at his erection. “Hard? In your life?”

He shakes his head wordlessly. He rearranges his shoulders on his pallet and I think it is to prevent the arch of his back. He arches anyway and the pull of thick muscles rippling under his golden skin warms me. My body cannot help itself. It sees his feral lust and it wants to tear away and meet it. Desire unfurls in my stomach and my own cock stirs.

“No,” he says and his voice is husky and confused. “We aren’t supposed to. We take potions to stop it when we are children. And I never have until...until...”

“You never said,” I whisper. But there is still so much I don’t know about Geralt’s mysterious order of witchers and his childhood. I do not take offense that he has not told me. It is a dark subject.

“But how?” His voice strains.

I am significantly more capable of thought than he is at this moment. He is experiencing the lust and pain of an adolescence just bursting into puberty. It is the time in one’s life when desires are so uncontrollable they are more like a jail sentence...when a stiff breeze and a wayward thought have you spilling semen on your fist.

I know this, but I suppose he doesn’t. And it must be orders of magnitude more powerful after being pent up in his body, suppressed for almost a century. “Geralt,” I say, “Didn’t someone new make your potion today?”

“Yes,” he says, seizing on the obvious. “Yes! But that means. That means they made it wrong. Or gave me the wrong one.”

“We can get you the right potion tomorrow.”

He looks at me again and sighs. His hand finally releases mine. I shake out my wrist and return it to my lap. His hand is now flat against his own cock, and he is bucking against it.

“But I need help now,” he breathes, frustrated.

“I can help you,” I say. “I may not be a warrior but I have my gifts.”

He drops his head back and looks at the sky. “Because I am a killer and you are a lover?” He asks, avoiding my gaze.

“Because you are a wonder and my hands were made to touch you.”

He snorts softly. “Poet,” he says.

“Guilty as charged,” I respond.

“You always say that poems need not be true,” he says. He is still wary.

“But some are,” I say. “And this one is. My hands yearn to touch you. More than they yearn to strum my lute.”

His eyebrows rise and he is looking at me now.

“They want to touch you more than they want to stuff honey cakes into my mouth at the spring festival,” I continue, encouraged by the hope that has blossomed in his eyes.

I grip my hands tightly in my lap so that I do not reach for him and make him flinch again.

He has to reach for me.

The night air is cool and I shiver. He responds.

“More than they want to grasp the waist of the black haired serving girl two towns back?” he asks. His eyes flutter closed.

He cannot bear to look at me in case the answer wounds him. But I will not wound him. This is easy to say. It is the clearest, most inarguable truth. “Far more than that.” I say. “More than anything.”

A smile hovers at the corner of his mouth. His eyes open and he yanks me by the collar of my tunic. I fall over him. My lips are on his. They are pliant and greedy. I have always wanted this.

I press into his lips savoring them, smiling into his breath. He scrambles for my hand and brings it to his cock so that he is rolling into me now, only thin fabric between us.

He whispers to me. “I flinched because I was surprised. But I want you to touch me. I just don’t know what I want. This is new to me.”

I pull back gently, only far enough to look into his eyes. He looks at me warily as though he has been waiting for this moment.

“Does this mean that you have never had sex before?” One does not need a hard cock to have sex, so this is a separate question entirely.

“Yes,” he says. “That is what it means.”

My head tilts against its will and I gaze at him. My chest fills with the profundity of the moment.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he demands.

“Like what?” I ask.

“Like,” his brow knits together in an approximation of anger. He clenches his hand, the one that is not skittering over his own body, “like I am a maiden. Like I am—- precious.”

He tries to sound angry, that much is clear. He has done the necessary gestures. The furrowed brow. The clenched fist. The gestures he makes when he stomps into our room and says “you’re taking for fucking ever, Jaskier, we’re going to be late.” Or when he looks around the campsite and barks “where the fuck are my swords?”

But he doesn’t sound angry at all. The word precious has fear clinging to it. It is a choke. It is almost a sob.

“Darling,” I say. I have never called him darling. I call everyone else darling. But not him. I hide behind the two full syllables of his name. But only moments ago, he moaned mine. So in return I call him darling. “You are most certainly not a maiden. But I must inform you that you are indeed, without a doubt, precious.”

“I once snapped a wyvern neck with my bare hands,” he huffs.

It is precious.

I slide my hands up his flanks, letting my fingers drag. I dip down again and capture his lips, nibbling and licking. My cock grows heavy, I can feel it. But I ignore it.

He whispers again. “Will you fuck me or will I fuck you?”

I grin and nuzzle his neck luxuriating in the rub of his stubble. “Oh darling. There is so much more to it than that.”

“How would I know?” he asks, petulance in his voice. The fact that he is now rutting against my hip softens the effect of his grousing. A breeze eases into the clearing and blows a leaf onto his face. I brush it off and my fingers linger on his temples and cheekbones. Then I hook my fingers on the waist of his braies.

I say the words I most want to know.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

His lips fall open and he nods.

“You must say it,” I reply.

“Yes,” he says. “Yes, yes, yes, now please fucking do something.”

I slide off his braies. His narrow solid hips and thick curving cock are sights to behold. I lick my lips.

“You too,” he urges, tugging at my tunic. I strip quickly but before I can put my hands on him again I am caught off guard. He is looking at me hungrily.

“Fuck,” he says. “Fuck.”

I wink mischievously and draw my hands down my own torso. I allow my hand to settle around my cock and he swallows audibly.

I consider what I shall do to him first. I think that fucking him is too much to begin with. I try to remember the last time I had sex with someone inexperienced. It does not help. My mind cannot hold even a glimmer of a memory of anyone else. Not with him splayed before me. So I focus on him.

I decide that I want him to feel my fingers and my tongue at once. It will be better than a few yanks and it will also be gentle. “Onto your hands and knees, Geralt,” I instruct him.

Excitement flashes in his eyes and to my surprise he clambers up quickly. I notice him wobble and I reach to make sure there are no pebbles under his knees. The bedroll is thick but not so thick they won’t bruise.

This must be perfect for him.

I kiss the small of his back as I push aside a pebble. I see goosebumps prickle up his arm. I retrieve oil. I want my fingers to glide across his skin. I want them to feel like velvet on his responsive body.

This must be perfect.

He waits patiently, obediently. His thighs tremble but he stays quiet.

“Head on the pillow,” I say, and he lowers his head as though in prayer. His white hair spills across the dark fabric. His chest is pressed close to the ground. His back stretches and tapers up to his impossible round ass, presented to me like a gift.

Am I writing this story, I think. How else could this be? Geralt is naked and eager, ready to give me everything. Trusting me with his heart and his body. Am I inventing this moment?

Am I a god?

I cannot be a god. No god can write a ballad the way I can.

I remember that I called upon the moon goddess and in case she is real I mutter a thanks. Geralt speaks again and it is quiet so I strain to hear.

“Are you...going inside? Me?” He stutters. I slide my hands onto his hips.

‘No. I will taste you and touch you,” I say. When I am done, you will decide what else you want.”

He nods against his pillow. I squeeze his ass and part him. He sucks in a breath. I drink in the sight of his tight pink hole in the night air.

“You are gorgeous,” I say and my voice sounds thick with honey.

I hold him open as best as I can with one hand. With the other I reach between his legs. I thumb along his body, caressing and pressing, fingers sliding and slipping. I wrap my hands around his heavy erection which is hanging like ripened fruit between his muscular thighs.

I groan at the feel of it. My fingers are barely able to close around its girth. He begins to tremble. I dip down and press the flat of my tongue against him as I tug. He twitches and claps a hand over his mouth as a wail escapes his lips.

I lean over his back and gently pry away his hand.

“I want to hear you,” I say. “Let the nymphs in the wood hear as well. Let’s make them wild with desire at the sound of your rumbling voice.”

I can only see the side of his face. His mouth is open but it looks like a smile. I dip my head down again. I lick him. I kiss him. I swirl my tongue until he is slick and shining. Then I stroke him sure and tight. He falls apart in my hands and shouts as he comes on the bedroll beneath him. He is heaving like waves and he says my name.

“Jaskier.”

I place my tunic onto the bedroll so he can drop boneless down onto something dry. I lie beside him and pull him into my arms. He burrows into me, hiding his face between my temple and the pillow.

“Was I supposed to finish that quickly?” he rasps into my ear.

My cock is aching, but I can wait. “Since this was your first time,” I answer, “it is a miracle you lasted as long as you did. But I suspect that your body will recover quickly. And whatever you want tonight, I will give you.”

“Alright,” he says. “And what I can do for you?” He runs his fingers down my chest.

I am silent because there is nothing I do not want.

“Fuck me,” he says in a burst of generous bravado.

“Hmmm,” I say. It is certainly tempting. But I will not overwhelm him. “Why don’t I use my fingers first. See if you like it?” I suggest and I press a soft peck to his lips.

“Alright,” he agrees.

He moves to turn over but I stop him.

“Onto your back, Geralt,” I say. “I must see your face the first time you are breached. It will be a glory. At least one blessed mortal should witness it.”

He narrows his eyes at me like he does when I make some majestic pun. My eyes sparkle. “You are teasing,” he says.

“I am,” I say, patting his hip. “But I also mean it.”

He settles onto his back and I kneel before him. I grip behind his knees and spread his legs, keeping them bent. I pour more oil onto my fingers. I drop kisses up his thighs and caress his hipbones before I slide my hand between his buttocks.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

He tenses and squeezes his eyes closed. I chuckle and sit back on my ankles. I withdraw my hands to rest on his knees.

His eyes fly open. “What?” He demands. “Why did you stop?”

I look at him tenderly. “This is not a seige, darling. You invited me in.”

He releases a breath, chuckling with me. Then he realizes something and cuts his eyes at me. “That sounds like the beginning of a ballad.”

I raise my hands. “I am not writing a ballad, Geralt. I only mean, the more you relax, the better this will feel.”

He shakes his head slowly but amusement plays on his face. “Alright. Let’s try again,” he says.

I settle my hand on his stomach. “Breathe,” I say. He breathes and I thumb the curly trail of hair below his belly button.

His thighs fall open and I ask again.

“Are you ready?”

He nods, full of anticipation. I press only one finger. He is so tight.

“How does it feel my darling?”

He wiggles and purses his lips. “Odd.”

“Bad odd? Or good odd?” I ask.

He tilts his head. “Good odd.”

“Good, good. Clench down a bit, then let go,” I say.

I feel him tighten around me and I think I will have a heart attack picturing my cock buried in his tight heat. But I cannot get ahead of myself. If he doesn’t like it then we will stop.

“Yes,” he says. “Better. More.”

I slip in a second finger and he exhales and presses his ass down against the blanket. I dribble more oil and work him open until he is a babbling mess of pleasure.

“Do you want to try?” I ask, when his body is lax and his eyes have misted over in bliss.

He clutches my wrist, fingers still buried in him.

“Yes.”

I nudge apart his legs and stroke his cock as I line myself up. He is hard again and he shoves up into my fist. He is whining too. It is sweeter and more affecting than any song I have ever written.

I press in minutely and his eyes widen. His pupils are blown so dark that they no longer look feline. They are marbles of anthracite.

I am gentle but insistent. I press in as slow as a summer afternoon. I give him time to adjust. To breathe. He is straining again, but this time from excitement. His mouth has formed into a perfect ‘o’ as his eyes flick from my face, to where I am disappearing into him. The cords of his neck are pulled tight and between his breathing is airy laughter.

“Fuck,” he utters. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He is so stunning and it helps distract me from my own unhinged urges. I cannot unleash myself. When I am fully seated I sigh long and loud.

“You are so tight, so slick,” I say. “You are amazing.” I stroke his legs and his chest, as I tell him how gorgeous he is. How stunning his body is. How lucky I am.

I pull back then thrust. He is so tight it sucks my breath from me. But with time he grows more soft and open. He urges me on.

“I am ready,” he says. “Harder,” he says. “Please, please, Jaskier, please. I need you.”

His words free my own desperation. Soon I have his legs hooked under my arms and I am thrusting into him, pressing our sweaty torsos to one another. I am panting and kissing his drooling slack lips.

“Oh darling. Oh fuck. Oh Geralt,” I chant as I slap into him. His pecs jiggle and I cup them in my palms and fuck him harder.

I cum like a shot and he spurts untouched with both of us shouting into the night. I clean him with my braies. We give up on his bedroll and move to mine. We snuggle close, my leg thrown over his, his arms wrapped around me. We are toasty and murmuring and happy.

“What did you think?” I ask.

He hums into my hair.

“Is that good?” I ask him. I know what his hums mean but I still want him to say it.

Sometimes I am an asshole like that.

“It was perfect,” he says.

We fall asleep tangled in my bedroll, rising and falling together, tumbling into dreams.

When he wakes me up some time later with his cock pressed to me, I rouse quickly and lay flat on my back, urging him to straddle my shoulders. Despite my exhaustion I perform admirably and I swallow everything he gives me.

When he wakes me again it is still the dead of night and I stroke him to orgasm with my eyes half closed. I tell him if I do not wake next time, he is more than welcome to use my slumbering body however he sees fit.

I think he does because when I awake in the morning I am a bit crusty on my hip. He looks sheepish but I laugh and tell him I am more than happy. He grins and pulls me onto his chest. I kiss his nipples and stroke his fur and he squeezes me tight. We listen to the morning birdsong for a while, then he clears his throat.

“Should I get the potions again?” he asks. “Even though I will not want to do this?”

“I do not have an opinion,” I say.

He frowns. “You do not care?”

“It is the opposite,” I say. “I care the most. I care about you deciding for yourself and being glad with your choice. It is the only thing that matters, love.”

He quiets and I realize what I have said. I place a kiss on his jaw and I ask him. “Is it alright that I call you love?”

He nods and turns to me. My words have given him courage. “Did you know that I love you?” He asks.

“I suspected,” I say lightly. “Well, I harbored hope.”

He nods. It tumbles out again. “I love you, Jaskier.”

“I love you too,” I respond. “I am yours, body and soul, for the rest of your days.”

He grumbles at that. “Must you always outdo me with poetry?” But there is affection and giddiness in his voice.

I shrug. “It is my nature.” I am growing hot with the sun rising so I throw off the blanket. He speaks again and I have never heard him like this. Vulnerable. Doubtful.

“Will you still love me if I take my potion and we never do that again?”

“I will,” I say. My love for him is a fact. It is like gravity.

“What if I do not take my potions, and my urges never settle? What if I want it all the time like last night? What then? Will you still travel with me?”

“Geralt,” I say. I turn his chin so that he is looking at me. I am a professor sometimes so I speak as though I am instructing him. “No matter what you choose, I will follow you anywhere. I will follow to the deepest darkest depths of the underworld. I will follow you into the iron mists of purgatory.”

He nudges me. “I’m only going to Gors Velen. There is a contract out for a bruxa.”

“There too,” I say. “I will even follow you to Gors Velen. And you can’t get a decent glass of wine there. How is that for love?”

“I don’t know yet what I will do,” he says. He searches my face but I do not worry. He will not find anything but love.

“That is fine too,” I say.

We lie a bit longer. I can hear Roach whinny. It is almost time to drag ourselves up and feed her. I open my mouth to speak but he stops me.

“Jaskier,” he asks.

“Geralt,” I respond.

I wait as he gathers his thoughts or his courage. I do not know which one.

“Why do you love me?” he asks. “If I am a killer and you are a lover?”

I take my turn to think for a moment. I know that so much hinges upon my answer. “That’s a terrible story, Geralt,” I finally say.

“It is not a story, Jaskier, it’s a question.” I can hear him knit his brow. Soon he will realize that I’m being theatrical again. I’m being a professor again.

“It is a story,” I insist. “But it is a terrible one. It is only the beginning. And no one wants to hear only the beginning of a story.”

He realizes what I am doing and he rolls his eyes. His exasperation is a badge of honor. If I could string it onto a chain and hang it around my neck I would do so.

“What do you mean,” he asks. He humors me because he wants the answer.

“Saying I am a killer is like saying Once upon a time there was a killer, and then falling silent. Now I am waiting with bated breath for a story and you have let me down.”

“Fine,” he growls. “How would you tell it?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” I say with a flourish.

He rolls his eyes again. That is another point in my favor.

“I would say that once upon a time there was a killer.” I grow serious now. I can hear his heart with my ear pressed to his chest. “And even though his body was captured and violated and forced to fight, he only killed to protect. And even though he was abandoned and alienated, he still loved. He loved deeper and fiercer than anyone I had ever known. His heart was so tender that he traveled a continent to protect a little girl he barely knew.”

Geralt listens, still as can be. He is barely breathing. I continue. “And he doesn’t just kill. He tells terrible stories.”

I know that a crooked smile is on his face.

“And he tells terrible jokes but it doesn’t stop him from laughing the loudest at them. And he studies and reads and whittles wood. He can brew a potion to heal or to intoxicate. Also his ass is a walking work of art which he must know because he tortures his bard by wearing the tightest trousers made by human hands.”

I feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle now.

“He is a protector. And a brother. And a friend. And I love him with everything that I am.”

I finish and I hope it is enough. He squeezes me tight.

He thinks I cannot hear him. The stuttering of his breath as he tries to smooth it out and hold it steady. He thinks I cannot feel the hot tears sliding onto the pillow above me.

I no longer need the moon to intercede.

I raise my head and I kiss him.

It will be this, forever. I know it.

He is a brilliant man, my friend. He knows all fifty subspecies of winged reptiles. He knows how to brew potion out of bramble. He knows the movements of the stars and the speed of the wind.

And now he knows that he is loved.

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