#she's here using my leg as a pillow to prop herself up on

[jenevawashere]

I took a personal day to try and get normal life stuff done. I got the first thing on my list done before lunch. The rest of the stuff wasn't done until after dinner. THERE WERE ONLY THREE THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST!!!

[vixstarria]

Are you mine?

So I was initially going to do maybe 500 words worth of them being cute and cuddly, but then this happened. I have no control at this point, I am just the messenger. 

Astarion x F!Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Bard Tav, soft Astarion, Astarion POV 

Mostly fluff and comfort with a bit of hurt (Astarion’s past recollections), basically just pillow talk, cuddling, banter, non-explicit, no spoilers 

Very late Act 1 / early Act 2 (pre-confession). I’ve already written past this point earlier, but I think it’s such a fun time to return to for anything flirty, with Astarion being in love but being pissed off and / or in denial about it.  

Approximately 2,000 words 

AO3

Being able to get by with little sleep was both a blessing and a curse. In no time at all you were ready to take on whatever the day would throw at you. You were rested, alert, ready for battle. The downside? The amount of time you had to spend alone with your thoughts.   

You weren’t fully alone, not exactly. You laid on your side with your nose buried in her neck, one of your arms underneath the pillow, the other wrapped around her, your leg following the bend of hers like you were chasing her warmth, bare skin on bare skin, your bodies filling each other’s nooks so perfectly.  

You could have been up and doing something useful, you supposed, but you didn’t want to waste a precious second of being able to just hold her. 

You winced and sighed, having caught yourself on that thought.  

Pathetic idiot... 

The truth was, you knew you were living on borrowed time.  

Oh you toyed with the idea of amassing more tadpoles for more powers and seeing how long and how far you could take this, but in your heart of hearts you knew this was a lunatic idea. The absolute best-case scenario was that one way or another, the tadpole would be removed from your brain, removing all its benefits alongside it. 

Then, you would spend the rest of your eternal life in the shadows, forever looking over your shoulder in fear of being dragged back to Cazador.  

You would never see the sun again.  

You would probably never see her again.  

Suddenly feeling choked up, despite not really even needing to breathe, you pressed your lips against the small of her neck, pausing then landing a few more small, soft kisses along her shoulder. 

She stirred and rolled over onto her stomach, looking at you with a knowing smile through her mess of hair. 

Shit. 

“Oh... I thought you were asleep,” you said. 

“I know...” she replied, stretching lazily. “You only kiss me like that when you think I’m sleeping.” 

So many implications in that statement. Your mind immediately churned out a dozen ways to respond, deflecting, denying, joking or otherwise brushing it off. But you wanted to see where leaning into it might take you.  

“Do I..? Here, I’ll fix that.” 

You leaned toward her, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Just your lips brushing against hers, petal-soft. She closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure as you trailed your lips further along her skin, leaving featherlight kisses from the corner of her mouth further up the side of her face.  

You were careful to keep the kisses tender rather than sensual. Not something you were accustomed to, at all. She smiled and squirmed a little as your lips dipped below her jawline near her earlobe. 

“That tickles...” she murmured, making you chuckle.  

“My sweet girl,” you whispered, nuzzling her ear. 

Ugh, where in the hells did that come from..? you thought, startled. 

She noticed. Of course she noticed. 

She shifted onto her side, propping herself up with an elbow and resting her head on her hand.  

“Am I? Yours?” There it was again, that knowing, quizzical look.  

“Are you not?” you asked.  

“Hmm... How can I tell?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” you flashed her a roguish grin, which she ignored. 

“Should it be? Is there something you’ve done to claim me as yours?” 

Her words might have stung, had her tone not been so playful rather than mocking. She was encouraging, not denying you.  

I don’t suppose she’s going to count all the unspeakable things we’ve done to each other. I guess I wouldn’t either. 

“Is that what you want me to do?” you asked, slowly tracing a finger down her arm.  

“That depends... Do you want me to be yours?” 

This conversation was idiotic. Why was it making you increasingly giddy? 

“Come now, we have been doing this for how long? Are we really going to be coy about whether or not we like each other?” you asked, trying to sound assured rather than flustered.  

She leaned forward, as if to reveal a secret for your ears only. 

“That’s not quite what we’re being coy about, now is it?” she whispered, before placing a lingering kiss on your lips.  

You were completely out of your depth in this kind of flirting, if one could call it that. Concentrating on the physical and sexual, dropping innuendos, hinting at promises you had no intention of keeping, teasing, arousing, adding in just the right amount of vulgarity to otherwise honeyed words to make them blush and stammer in trepidation... That you could do all day as an afterthought, all while mulling over something you had read earlier, or otherwise being a thousand leagues away with your thoughts.  

But this... It was like she was playing with and delicately caressing your innermost, rawest feelings, all whilst inviting you to do the same with hers. Sex was barely even a consideration. This was an entirely different dance. And it was exhilarating. 

Before you could think of what to say, she moved on. 

“You know, Lae’zel propositioned me earlier,” she said, briefly burying her face in her hands and shaking her head with a quiet, incredulous laugh.  

“She did what? ...And how did that go?” 

“It was very... Lae’zel. I wasn’t sure whether she was offering to kill me or fuck me at first. I had to politely decline.” 

“And you didn’t tell me?” you frowned. 

“Should I have?” She studied you with a curious look, resting her chin on her hands. “How would it make you feel? If I accepted her offer?”  

Like the whole world was pulled out from beneath my feet. Again. 

“You and Lae’zel? Hmm. Sounds like something I’d pay to watch.” 

“That’s not what I asked.” Her eyes seemed to be piercing straight into your soul. You had to quickly do a double-take on whether your tadpole might have been betraying anything to hers, before rebuking yourself. She wouldn’t pry like that.  

Your eyes roamed around the tent as you tried to assemble some words that weren’t too far from or too close to the truth. 

“Lae’zel is... exotic. Far be it for me to stand between anyone and such an... ‘outlandish’ experience. But I would prefer to have you all to myself, if it’s all the same to you. I don’t devote all that time to making sure that pretty head of yours stays on your shoulders just to have Lae’zel decapitate you in her throes of passion.” 

“That’s still not what I asked, but I’ll let it slide,” she rolled her eyes. “Getting a straight answer from you is like trying to seduce a blushing maiden.” 

“A riveting challenge?” 

“A tiresome one. That’s most likely not worth the effort.” 

How many blushing maidens have you seduced?   

“Alright, fine, I admit I might be a bit jealous. ...On top of being concerned for your wellbeing, darling.” 

“Just a bit jealous?” she teased. 

“Matters of honour would demand that I challenge her to a duel,” you sighed. 

“You have no honour. And she would crush you.” 

“I know. But I would die a hero’s death. Songs about me would live through the ages. ...You might need to write them for me.” 

“Sure, right after I wrote songs about how I conquered a githyanki,” she snorted. “Or perhaps songs about being conquered by one myself? I could spin it either way. Which do you think would stir more loins?” 

“I don’t know and my own loins are taking no part of this. Now are you going to keep talking nonsense, or will you go back to sleep already?” 

“Why, so you can sneak more tender little kisses on me?” she laughed. 

You didn't really want her to fall back asleep. Talking with her kept your darker thoughts at bay. What you did want, was to feel her wrapped around you again. 

“You know what? If you’re not going to sleep, you may as well carry on with your business, and I’ll meditate sitting up for a change.”  

You snatched the blanket from her, making her exclaim a sharp “Hey!” as the cold mountain air touched her bare skin, and wrapped it around yourself, settling in a cross-legged position. Moments later, she was on your lap, facing you with her legs wrapped around your hips. Just as you anticipated. You smirked and accepted her in your blanket cocoon, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her close as you kissed her. 

“So, my blushing maiden,” she said as she leaned away from you, slightly, stretching her arms around your neck and resting her forearms on your shoulders. “It seems I have you backed up against a wall. I won’t force you – do what you will with your virtue. But you must decide. Will you give in willingly? Or deny me, and spend the rest of your life wondering: what if?” She leaned in to whisper the last two words dramatically. “I will ask you again: do you want me to be yours?” 

You wondered if she had any idea how apt that comparison really was to how you felt. 

Or how eerily similar it was to some of the tactics you yourself employed when luring in your victims. Hells, even the words were almost identical to some of the ones you’ve used. To make them surrender with reckless abandon, throwing all caution to the wind, blinded by your promises. Cattle rushing happily to the slaughter. 

You knew all this. You’d seen it countless times. But just then, you also saw there was no malice in her eyes. Only something like hope that she was trying to mask with mischief.  

Wherever she was leading you, you wanted to follow.  

“Fine,” you said softly, looking into her eyes. “I do want you to be mine. And no, I don’t want to share you with anyone.” You felt oddly elated as the words left your mouth. “I’d feel compelled to dismember any hand that touched you, so to give me a fair chance at survival, could you stay away from Lae’zel? Please?” 

She grinned and grasped your face in her hands, pressing her lips against yours. 

“Good girl,” she purred, still grinning, earning herself a sharp pinch on her bottom, making her jolt before she continued. “This leads me to my next question: do you want to be mine?” 

There it was. The trap beyond the lure. You saw it clear as day. And still, you wanted to follow her. 

“Darling, after the past 200 years, I’m really not disposed to letting anyone else claim ownership of me”. You watched her smile falter, and you hurriedly continued before it turned to sadness or disappointment, or worse, pity, and spread to her eyes. “But I just might make an exception for you… If the offer is mutual.” You took one of her hands in yours. “So, are you? Mine?” you asked, placing a kiss on her knuckles.  

Who’s backed against a wall now? 

"Of course I am. As if you even needed to ask.” She touched her forehead against yours before placing another kiss on your lips. Did she have to sound so triumphant saying that? “I am yours and no one else’s. Now you say it.”  

Ah, still me. 

Still, you fought hard not to laugh as a feeling of relief spread warmly throughout your body. You hadn’t even noticed how tense you were. 

“Alright, alright...” You cleared your throat and held a dramatic pause before continuing. “You are mine and no one else’s.” 

She let out an exasperated growl and grabbed and twisted one of your nipples. You chortled even as you yelped, grabbing the offending hand and holding it behind her back. She immediately made another attempt with her other hand, which you also successfully intercepted, now holding both her arms behind her. Refusing to give up, she went for your shoulder with her teeth, with a maniacal giggle, as you laughed and tried to fend her off with your chin.  

“Yes, I’m yours, I’m yours, you feral wildcat! I’m yours... Only yours.” you declared hastily into her hair somewhere near her ear, as she calmed down. “I mean it. Now behave! I always ask before I bite, don’t I?” you said, releasing her arms. 

She attempted to glare at you, her eyes narrowed, but couldn’t keep her face straight and broke into a grin again.  

“Well... Look at us...” she drawled, placing her arms back onto your shoulders. “Snatched up onto the nautiloid with nothing but the clothes on our backs, and now we’ve each got a whole other person.” 

She looked so pleased and happy... Why..? This couldn’t last. No matter how much you wanted it to. …Could it..?  

You were falling, deeper and deeper. 

My love... My sweet, sweet love... Where are you taking me? 

~~~~~ 

Next in series - Gentle warding bond

Want more of these two? There’s more. Series master list. 

AO3

[blueicequeen19]

Right Side Of Wrong

Warnings: JJ & John B’s off limits sister 👀

I love this trope. I’ll write it 100 times 🔥

Part Two

I propped myself up on some pillows and leaned back against my headboard, tangy scented smoke filling the air as I exhaled from my weed pen. I was freshly showered wearing only a pair of boxers with my legs sprawled out, my comforter kicked to the foot of my bed as I fought to erase the inappropriate thoughts I was having about my best friends little sister.

Y/N Routledge had been in my life as long as John B had. The three of us did everything together until we didn’t. She was my annoying little sister too, until she wasn’t. I constantly had to hear about John B being the over protective big brother and running everyone off that looked at her. Or asked about her. Or so much as walked in her direction.

For awhile, I was helping run off all the boys. Now part of me was glad that no one had touched her yet. She had the face of an Angel and the body of the devil. And she slowly began to realize that. She dressed for attention now and she was sure getting a lot from it. It was hard not to notice with her long, tan legs and perky tits. Her ass bounced with every step she took and my palm itched to smack the smooth flesh.

I couldn’t sleep without her invading my every fantasy. I wanted to know what she felt like.. on the inside and the outside. I wanted to taste her skin and her pussy. I wanted to know what those tits looked like when she bounced on my cock. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she came and when she gagged on me. I wanted to know if she was a squirter or a crier. If she’d like her hair pulled or choked. She was a brat, she probably liked both.

“JJ?” I blink back to reality, seeing Y/N standing at the foot of my bed in the same tiny bikini she wore in the hot tub tonight. I thought the vein in John B’s forehead was going to burst when he saw her. I suddenly realized I was sporting a hard on and her eyes were locked on it, making me harder. I yanked the comforter up over my waist to conceal myself but the damage was done. She wasn’t hiding her curiosity.

“W-what are you doing in here, Y/N?” I asked, trying to slow my racing heart. All the blood in my body seemed to be racing to my dick and I couldn’t stop it. She looked like a fucking wet dream.

“I just wanted to check on you. See if you needed anything.” She said with fake innocence, batting her lashes at me as she rounded the bed and sat on the edge next to me. My hands fisted the comforter as she checked me out, not even bothering to hide her interest. Her eyes lingered on the shark tooth necklace, probably remembering the night she made it for me.

“I’m fine. Thanks.” I tried to keep my voice even but my dick was so hard it hurt. I was going to have to rub one out at least a four times tonight.

“You sure about that? Nothing bothering you?” Her eyes moved down to my waist where I was clutching the comforter. Why was she doing this? The ultimate forbidden fruit offering herself up on a silver platter.

“Nope.” I swallowed hard.

“Okay.” Her brows furrowed, obviously not buying it. I watched as she reached behind her back and untied her top, letting it fall freely and exposing her perfect tits to me. I looked away, heat coursing through my body.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” I bit out. She took my hand, placing it over one of her tits and making me squeeze.

“Seizing the opportunity.” Her voice is soft and seductive, reminding me that I am not a strong man. Her hand falls from mine as I start to squeeze and pinch her nipple, rolling it between two fingers. I wanted to pinch her clit next. How wet would she be right now for me?

“We can’t do this.” I pull my hand away and she gives a small pout.

“Why not?” She tries to pull the comforter back but I don’t let her. I fix her with a knowing look, trying to keep my resolve from slipping.

“You know why. You’re like my sister.” I spit the words like they leave a bad taste in my mouth but she only chuckles, getting to her feet then throwing her leg over me to straddle me. I throw my hands up, sinking against the headboard as far as I can.

“You don’t look at me like a sister.” She leans in and whispers in my ear, her hands against my bare chest.

“I’m getting all this male attention when I’ve only ever wanted yours, JJ.” I fight to catch my breath but I can’t. My dick was jabbed into her thigh and I could feel the heat from her pussy.

“Stop.” I pant, wishing I had the strength to push her away.

“But you’re so hard, JJ. I can feel you.” His sultry voice in my ear as my eyes almost rolling back in my head. I can’t move my hands from their spot fisting the comforter or I’m liable to shove her on her back and eat that forbidden pussy like it’s my last meal.

“John B.” I bite out, shuddering when her lips ghost over my cheek and down my neck.

“This isn’t about him. This is about me and you and what’s coming. What’s been coming.” She kisses my neck just once and my restraint withers away by half. I swallow the lump in my throat just as her tongue swipes out and licks where she just kissed.

“He would hate me.” I rasp, feeling her tongue and teeth along my sweet spot. I had chills up and down my arms. She was pushing every single one of my buttons with her arms draped over my shoulders and her tits pressed against my chest. Her nipples were so hard against my skin, begging for my teeth.

“He would understand.” Then she bites me. Hard. It’s claiming and something inside me snaps. My arms circle her waist and I slam her down on her back on the bed, making her gasp in surprise. An animalistic sound leaves my throat as I gaze at her willing body. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to start but my cock knew.

I dive down and suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth, slapping my hand over her lips in time to muffle her cries. Her hands find my hair as I suck and bite her needy little buds one at a time until she’s withering and whimpering beneath me.

My hand slid between us and I groaned, feeling the heat and juices slipping from her already. My thumb barely swiped over her clit when there’s a pounding on my door, snapping me from my trance. I jump back, getting as far from her as I can when John B’s voice comes through the door.

“Yo, you hungry? We’re ordering pizza.” My heart was racing, I could barely register what he said as I palmed my chest. Y/N kicked me gently to get my attention.

“Yea! Pizza’s fine!” I call back.

“Okay! Have you seen Y/N? She wasn’t in her room.” John B asks and I move further away from her and her tempting tits. Her eyes narrow at me as she tries to determine what I’m going to say. God, if he hadn’t knocked on the door I would’ve fucked her. Fucked her with a house full of Pogues like she wasn’t off limits to everyone on this island.

“No, last time I seen her she was outside!” I call back, yanking on a pair of sweats and grabbing a pillow to conceal my hard on. Y/N spreads her legs and slides her delicate hand down her body, slowly running the tip of her finger over her clit until she panting softly. Oh god.

My dick jerks with the need to be buried inside something hot and wet.

“Okay, I’ll check outside.” John B’s voice makes me jump again, my nerves fucking shot.

“Okay! I’ll come help!” I hear his disappearing footsteps and I move to run after him when she slips her bikini bottoms to the side, revealing a glistening bare cunt.

All the air leaves my lungs and I step back until my back meets the wall, my jaw hanging open and my knees damn near giving out. She whimpers softly, circling her clit and gathering her wetness on her fingers before plunging a finger inside herself.

“Cum with me, JJ.” She moans under her breath, adding a second finger to her clenching hole.

“Nope. Nope. I can’t do this.” I feel like I’m having a heart attack as I make a mad dash for my bathroom, shutting myself inside just as I hear her rapidly approaching footsteps. I lock the door and plant my back against, hearing her curse on the other side.

“I won’t stop, JJ. I won’t.” I groan, hearing the determination in her voice before she walks away.

I quickly shove my sweats and boxers down, fisting my cock hard as the picture of her fingering herself plays on loop in my head. I could hear how wet she was. Her pussy should’ve been sucking on my cock, not her fingers.

I barely stroke myself three times and I cum harder than I have in a very long time, unable to catch my breath as I realize just how royally fucked I am.

[breaddwoo]

-Smitten (pt 2)-

pairing: wednesday x vamp! reader

word count: 3.22k

warnings: slight nsfw, blood

desc: part 2 of bloody kisses. oh how the tables have turned :)

a/n: i love her so so much ughhggh and idk what to write for my next fic T_T

edit: to save myself from writers block, requests are open if anyone has any! :))

an alarm rung throughout the room. you turned, trying to escape the sound.

instead, you found yourself spooning something, or someone. your groggy eyes tried to focus on the figure laying on the other side of the bed.

braided hair, black pajamas and pale skin. the intruder in your bed was wednesday.

oh fuck, she's still here?

your mind tried to recount what happened the night before; why did little miss emotionless spend the night with you?

then, like a ship protruding from the mist of a foggy harbor, you remembered: the bite. holding her, feeling up her cold skin. and the intense make-out session that lasted for literal hours. the memory made you cover your face in embarrassment, more so from your own pride than anyone else in the room.

you lifted yourself slightly to grab your phone. it lay on the side table next to wednesday. with the weight of your elbow dipping the sheets next to her, her sleeping form tilted towards you.

trying the tactic of carefully reaching over wednesday was fruitless; her eyelids fluttered open to you hovering over her.

wednesday's brows furrowed a bit, taking in the scene above her. your t-shirt from the night before was gone; one strap of your bra hung loosely at your arm. you still wore your fuzzy pajama pants, but that didn't make you look any less lewd; especially with your hair a mess and dried blood looking like smeared lipstick on your lips.

"shit- sorry!" you yelped, practically tumbling to your side of the bed.

you grabbed a nearby blanket and used it to cover your face, afraid she'd see the blush tainting your pale skin.

"what were you doing?" she questioned with a shaky morning voice. it was honestly adorable.

through the plush throw, she heard a small, "trying to check the time."

then, she noticed. around this time of year, class starts at the break of dawn. through the window, muted sunlight cast a spotlight in the middle of the bed.

slowly, she turned to the phone on the side table a few inches from her. picking it up, the electric device confirmed her fears.

"... it's ten past eight."

"fuck," you cursed to yourself, throwing off the blanket and climbing toward the edge of the bed. the devil was hard at work today as the sheets caught on your ankle; trying to save yourself, you grabbed onto wednesday's thin arm as an anchor.

unfortunately, she wasn't expecting the added weight. you both crashed to the hardwood floor, a loud thump following the collapse of sheets and pillows.

wednesday propped herself up, noticing that her fall was cushioned by your body. white bed linen covered the spectle, though she could still see you under the thin fabric.

you looked up at her, adrenaline keeping your eyes wide open. she was poised above you with the sheet hung over her messy bed head. the entire world that surrounded you was white, wednesday's hair and pajamas a dark contrast to the colorless dimension.

then, you laughed. big, hearty laughs that made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. wednesday was bemused, unable to understand the joyous action despite the trouble they would soon be in.

"s-sorry," you said through the laughter, "it's just- we really are screwed aren't we?"

wednesday didn't quite grasp what was funny about this situation. regardless of her confusion, she still couldn't help but soften the tension in her expression at the sight of such a pure reaction.

sitting up, you removed the sheet from her head. wednesday sat with her knees on either side of your legs. you smiled at her, a sense of content corroding your heart.

the smile made wednesday feel weird. an uncomfortable thought circulated in her head:

why can't i stop staring at her?

you stood, offering the brooding girl your hand.

"hurry to your dorm, we can't arrive at the same time or people will notice," you said, ushering her towards the door and unlocking it. wednesday walked out into the hallway, heading toward ophelia hall.

before she made it to the end of yours, you stuck your head out of the open door and said, "see you later!" then clicked it shut.

she stood there for a moment, looking at the place you'd just been.

she slapped a hand onto her mouth as a smile dared to creep up to her lips; the word 'later' definitely made that sentence an unspecified invitation.

all these mystifying thoughts put her in a bad mood as she walked towards her dorm and the scolding she'd soon receive from principal weems.

> > >

when wednesday made it to her first class, it was already fourth period. it was actually a period she shared with you; she might as well not have, though, as you sat on the opposite side of the room.

dozens of eyes were trained on her as she opened the classroom door.

she scanned the students, looking for one in particular. finding you in the far right corner, she noticed that xavier was your seat partner. she'd never seen him sit with you before.

why would he randomly sit with you now?

"... ednesday."

the voice of her fourth period teacher faded into a discernible sound as she was pulled from her thoughts. she moved her eyes to the, now fuming, educator.

"are you awake or are you just sleep walking, miss addams?" she mocked, shaking her head.

wednesday said nothing. a couple students chuckled as the teacher continued to berate her for her tardiness.

you stood out of you chair to protest, "she was helping me study last night, it's not her fault."

the teacher snapped her neck towards you, pointing a jeering finger in your direction.

"don't try to defend her miss (l/n), especially when you're only a few minutes earlier than she is."

you wanted to say more, but you puffed your cheeks in frustration and slumped into your seat. wednesday was surprised, not expecting you to hint to the class that you shared a relationship deeper than classmate acquaintances.

as she headed to her desk with silent steps, she didn't miss the hand that xavier placed on your back. he leaned towards your ear and whispered something, causing you to giggle.

and this continued. throughout the entire lecture. xavier would whisper something and you'd laugh. he'd write something in his sketchbook and you'd smile in response.

wednesday had never experienced a class period with such an uncomfortable prickling in her stomach. every time xavier interacted with you, she wanted to reenact a guillotine execution with xavier as the beheaded.

she was used to being in a sour mood. this was very different. bouncing her leg, she continued to stare daggards towards your desk. even without an artistic ability, she sketched out the execution, fully intending on handing the artwork to the boy who occupied your attention.

the ring of the dismissing bell was like music to her steaming ears.

before she could walk up to you, xavier seemed to have swept you off into the hall of bustling students. murderous intent emitted around her as she stomped after you.

waving xavier off to his next class, you turn to see wednesday with a scowl tarnishing her pretty face. a look of concern graced your features.

"uh, you okay wednesday?" your question came off awkwardly, unsure if she'd even respond.

her stare was intense as she asked, "since when were you and xavier best friends?"

the question threw you off guard. why would she care?

"we've always been friends, sort of. he just came up to me today and asked to sit in the vacant seat, so why not?" you replied.

wednesday's frown had basically turned her into a ball of negative energy, more than usual. most of the students has already entered their classes and the hallway was abandoned.

she took this opportunity to grab the tie of your uniform and pull your face close to hers. it wasn't a harsh movement, but definitely bold.

"come to my room tonight," she ordered, her usually dreary tone dripping with jealousy that you couldn't identify.

you shook your head, "what about enid?"

without a second to spare, she replied, "I'll make sure she's somewhere else. meet me at midnight."

with that, she released you and headed toward her next class. you were in a daze, unsure of how to feel. then the bell rang, and you practically ran a marathon as you sprinted to class.

> > >

these shenanigans continued over the next couple of weeks.

whether it would be in your room (which she now learned you shared with yoko), wednesday's dorm or the greenhouse full of carnivorous plants, each space was used as a haven for your private affair.

since drinking this much blood would leave wednesday in critical condition, you now mostly pierced her skin and nothing more. she didn't mind; the act itself was enough to leave her mind soaring.

what she did mind, though, was how much closer you were with xavier outside of these performances. she almost felt like a fuck buddy hidden from a relationship, without the actual sex. it's not like you shared physical contact with xavier like you did with wednesday, but she envied that you could show him off like a trophy and not her.

of course, you knew none of this. during the sessions, she would say close to nothing; maybe comment on the makeup you wore that day or how the investigation on the hyde was going.

neither of you spoke about the make-out session from weeks prior; it was an unspoken flaw in your complicated friendship.

all of this came to a head the night that wednesday caught you in the courtyard crying, with xavier as your savior.

she hid behind one of the pillars, eaves dropping despite thing motioning her to leave. she slapped him away, trying to listen.

sniffles made up a great deal of what she heard. then, she finally heard you say in a shaky voice, "i don't know what to do. my feelings won't change."

she made out the sound of shuffling -maybe a hug- and xavier's comforting words, "i know, it's okay. i'll help you understand them and i'll be here when you need me."

wednesday's veins were boiling rivers. all this time, despite her fighting against it, she knew she was falling for you. the way you carefully held her; the way you always cleaned up the wounds left behind by your fangs.

each were acts of kindness that melted wednesday's frozen heart. as she listened, she felt frosty walls cage her emotions once more.

thing tapped her shoulder again, silently begging her to leave. this time she didn't smack him away. this time she listened.

> > >

with the pun fully intended, your meet up days were usually wednesdays.

tonight was scheduled at the greenhouse. you prepared early, wanting to surprise wednesday. your good health was all thanks to her and you wanted to repay what she had done for you.

the room full of deadly plants looked like a halloween party. although it was getting close to christmas, orange and purple lights hung around the arboretum, illuminating the space with vibrant colors.

you bought a couple of those creepy taxidermied animals from the hippie shop in jericho, hoping to give them to wednesday as gifts.

as you looked at the space in excitement, wednesday marched to the glass house with the intent to break off everything your relationship had been built on.

you could hear the crunching of her heavy boots outside. giggling, you turned the lights off and hid behind one of the many rows of plants. when the mossy door swung open, you flicked the light switch on.

wednesday's coal colored irises reflected the bright hues as she took everything in at once. the gifts wrapped in black cellophane, the small pillow fort set up in the corner, your smiling face.

she didn't understand. you were with xavier. there's no reason for you to do nice things like this. the confusion angered her further and she looked at you with burning eyes.

"no more, (y/n)."

your happy expression fell off your face as you processed her sharp words. confusion replaced it.

"wha- huh? wednesday, what do you mean?" you asked, walked over to her.

she stood her ground, knuckles turning white as she gripped the sides of her trench coat, "i don't want to do this anymore. there's no point when you have a companion like xavier. you no longer need me," her words came out like a rehearsed speech.

the many questions written on your face disappeared with understanding.

"you think xavier and i are together?" you questioned, quirking a brow.

wednesday's knitted together in return, "he's always with you. how could i not?"

you placed both hands over your mouth, trying not to burst out laughing. she really was too cute.

"are you..." your voice wavered, restraining a giggle, "are you jealous?"

she straitened a little at the accusation.

"of course not."

your fangs flashed with a huge smile as you took her in your arms, practically crushing her, "you totally are! you're jealous!"

she shook her head vehemently, squirming from the hug. you refused to let her go. though wednesday was stiff in the embrace, she couldn't help but fight against the urge to hug you back.

slowly, she stopped wriggling. your smile fadded a bit, but you didn't stop holding her.

"i'm sorry," you said quietly.

"what for?"

you sighed, "you've done so much for me and all i've done is hide away you and our- uh, relationship?"

you pulled away from wednesday, holding her by the shoulders as you looked into her eyes that swirled with uncertainty.

"what- what are we?" you ask.

she opened her mouth, eyes looking to the ground. nothing came out.

"i don't know."

"wednesday, we kissed. you kissed me. i know we've been avoiding this, but- you know what, why don't i just tell you why i've been spending so much time with xavier."

now you had wednesday's full attention. sitting on the floor, your hand wandered to hers. she allowed you to intertwine your fingers; her cold skin a welcome sensation against your own.

taking a deep breath, you began:

"the day we were late for class, xavier's seat had been taken as he was late as well. when he sat next to me, he noticed blood on the side of my mouth. he notified me, but i was horrified. my mind went many places. for some reason, i thought he'd figured me out. even if it wasn't you that he thought i'd done it with.

so, i slipped him a note that said i wanted to talk to him. he'd always been someone i was friends with. just not close, y'know? so, since there was no pressure if he judged me for my actions, i told him everything after school.

i think he knew i was nervous. that's why he kept trying to make me laugh. it definitely helped, even though i still felt like i was going to puke. that's probably why i avoided your gaze the whole period, i felt guilty."

wednesday leaned in a bit, tilting her head, "what reason would you have to be guilty?"

you tried to smile, but it looked to awkward to be natural.

"because.. because i came out to him. i've never told anyone that i'm gay. honestly, i don't know if im bi or lesbian or whatever. i just knew- well, i knew that after that night, i liked you. so, i told him and it ended in a strong bond and maybe some overprotectiveness on his part. i'm really sorry for avoiding you so much, and treating you like this, " you finished, your features sullen as you picked at a weed growing through the crack of a floor tile.

wednesday had no idea what to say. she wanted to keep being angry and to leave so she'd no longer continue to feel such complicated feelings; instead, she knotted your fingers together in a tighter connection.

"i- i don't understand myself. i tell myself i want to leave, but deep down, that's not what i actually want. it seems i want- no, i need you. it makes me yearn for the electric chair in my bedroom back home," she stated, a rare tint of affection bleaching her words.

she liked the smile that rose to your face as she spoke.

with everything out in the open, wednesday decided it was finally time to be truthful with herself and what she desired.

"let's do it again," she said, moving to her hands and knees as she crawled over to you.

"this time," her words practically slurred, "i'm going to be taking a bite out of you."

she placed a hand on your chest, pushing you carefully to the ground. her body creeped over your own, black braids brushing your eyelids.

"what do you mean-" you tried to ask, but she leaned down and kissed you to end the query.

the neckline of your oversized t-shirt was big enough to stretch to the side, exposing your own neck to her. you wanted to say something, anything; but you were too dazed from the small peck she left on your lips.

she leaned down, breath fanning over your ear as she whispered, "this may hurt a little."

a line of saliva began at your ear lobe to the base of your neck, connecting to your collarbone. you whimpered a little, unable to see the smirk that curled at the edge of wesnesday's mouth.

she loved the control she had over your body; this was a new form of torture that she was unacquainted with but adored all the same.

wednesday wanted to see your neck with a matching bite mark. she knew xavier was innocent in this, but she still wanted him to know that you were hers. normally this would irk her. for now, it excited her beyond words.

her teeth nipped at your nude skin. whenever you would sigh with want, her teeth would bite down a little harder. the noises you made tested her restraint.

you now understood why wednesday loved the way you tainted her; cloud nine wasn't even close to how you felt. every part of you was aching for her.

looking at the hickey she had made, wednesday admired her work. seeing you come completely undone under her touch put all her feelings into perspective; she wanted you and only you.

your hands cupped the sides of her face, guiding her lips to connect with your own. the kiss was wet and loud, even wednesday releasing quiet moans.

hands tangled through hair and fangs mixed blood with teenage lust. your legs circled her waist while she hovered over you in full control.

retreating from the kiss, wednesday's eyes matched yours with a similar glaze. she wanted to rip off your shirt and ravish you, never having felt sexual desire before.

her fingers tugged at the hem of your pajama pants. she pulled them off with your assistance. you felt embarrassed by the nude skin exposed to the frigid night air.

her long lashes tickled the insides of your thighs, sending waves to your core.

"i love you," you breathed out.

wednesday looked up from between your thighs, something sexy and sinister in her eyes;

"i'm quite smitten with you as well."

her head dipped down once more.

[goosefruit]

rock, paper, …

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

subby vanessa 💖

cw: smut, scissoring, masturbation, pillow humping, porn watching, mentions of oral sex

a/n: hello im back from the dead and fyi im sorry if this is so unserious but i just rly wanted to write this for some reason

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You had a hunch of where you could find Vanessa when you came home to an eerily silent house. 

Creeping up to the bedroom door, your suspicions were confirmed by the faintest groans coming from the room. You couldn’t help but smile at the familiar noise, one that made you squeeze your thighs together as you anticipated what awaited you on the other side of the door. Making an effort to be quiet, you entered. 

A very gorgeous and very naked Vanessa laid on the bed, a fluffy pillow between her legs and a laptop propped up beside her. Even from here, you could see the large wet patch forming as she desperately rocked her hips back and forth, the flush on her pale skin growing deeper with every gasp that fell from her lips. 

Her work clothes were strewn messily on the floor, evidently in a frantic rush.

Poor Vanessa. So horny she could hardly wait till she got home.

It almost made you want to forgive her for having fun without you. 

You stood there, admiring her, for only moments more before she realized your presence. 

“Oh shit! I’m- sorry baby, I lost track of time.” Vanessa slammed the laptop shut in one swift movement while reaching over to cover herself with the bedsheets. Your usually dominant girlfriend melted into a puddle of embarrassment at being caught in such a position.

“I’m quite offended that you didn’t invite me to join,” you rolled your eyes at her playfully, sauntering up to her side of the bed. “And what were you watching? Don’t tell me those pictures I sent to you just last week weren’t enough!”

“I just, um—had fantasies.” 

She made no attempt to stop you as you reached for her laptop, and you took that as permission to flip it open.

“Oh, you dirty girl…” you mumbled as the screen lit up to reveal a video of two women with their thighs interlocked, wet cores pressing up against each other. One of them was blonde, and the other had hair that resembled yours. “So this is what you fantasize about us doing?”

A little noise escaped from the back of her throat as she met your gaze—pupils sinfully blown, green eyes slightly hooded over as if to plead with you. The sound of shifting beneath the sheets told you that she continued to pleasure herself against the pillow. 

“Y/N. My pussy aches, fuck, so bad, every time I think about rubbing it on yours. I can’t help myself.” She panted, lids drooping though she tried to maintain eye contact.

“Let me give you what you so desperately need, sweet girl. Come here.”

It took mere seconds for your clothes to join Vanessa’s on the floor. You climbed on top of her, tangling your fingers deep in her hair, savouring her lips in a heated kiss. Her needy moans sent goosebumps along your skin, and you were soaked, through and through. It drove you crazy when your girlfriend was loud in bed. 

Peeling back the sheets, you pulled away from her mouth to take in her naked form. You grabbed the pillow from between her thighs, the musky scent of her sticky goodness lingering on the fabric.

“So perfect, baby,” you held one of her legs up, allowing yourself to shimmy between them, just until your vulvas were inches away from touching. “Gonna bury my face in this pussy after we’re done here.”

Her hands gripped on to your hips as she tried to pull you in closer, but you wanted to take your time with her, tease her a little.

“Y/N, I swear to god…”  

You rolled your hips forward so that you barely grazed against her. A shaky moan sounded in the back of your throat at how slippery she felt — heaven. Pure heaven. 

Vanessa seemed to agree, throwing her head back as her chest heaved with gasps and pants. Her nails dug into the skin of your hips. Unable to hold back for any longer, you closed the distance between you, thighs fitting together like the last two pieces of a puzzle waiting to be solved.

The first sensation melted away any thoughts left in your head. So warm, and so, so, wet. 

“Fuuuck,” Vanessa groaned, her voice raspy and gravelly. 

You grinded frantically, trying to find some friction for your swollen clit. The squelch of wetness joined the chorus of lewd sounds that already filled the room. 

“Mmm- you like that baby?” You panted out. “Doesn’t my pussy feel so much better than that damn pillow? Hmm?”

“Oh yes, baby, you feel so fucking amazing. Fuck…don’t stop, please go faster..” Her hips moved in small circles, and she let out a soft moan every time it hit the spot just right. 

“No pillow can fuck you as good as I can. Can a pillow fuck you like this?”

“No! Only you can!” Vanessa’s mouth fell open as her brows began to furrow. 

The whole bed shook from your effort, and you had to interrupt the intensity of the moment to move her laptop—that was still on the bed—to the night stand. She giggled as you stretched over, barely reaching the nightstand, given your current position.

Her hands traveled up your chest, massaging your tits and admiring how your nipples hardened under her touch.

“Let’s cum together,” she gazed up at you, full of lust, immediately bringing the mood back.

It only took minutes more before you were both on the edge. Every time your clit bumped against hers, you became increasingly aware that you weren’t going to last very much longer.

“Nessy, I’m close,” you hated how pathetic you sounded in that moment, but were too horny to care. 

Vanessa grabbed your hips once again, and gave a few more firm thrusts. 

That was all you needed. The pressure ignited the fireworks in your stomach, setting off explosions of pleasure. Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut, the arch in her back and the twitch of her thighs telling you that she too, had teetered off the edge.

“I’m in love with your pussy,” she moaned blissfully, words slurred. 

You tried to reciprocate, but, well—a hoarse scream was all you managed. 

For a minute or two after, you remained in your position, basking in the afterglow. Her sweaty body underneath you, core still radiating warmth against your own. 

“So,” you broke the silence, smiling at her. 

“So..” she beamed back.

Slowly, you untangled your shaky legs from hers, a string of wetness connecting her to you for a moment longer. You leaned in to kiss her, and ran your tongue along her chapped lips. 

“By the way, I haven’t forgotten about the promise I made earlier,” you whispered into the kiss suggestively. “I still want my dinner.”

“All yours,” she whispered back. “Though I wonder if it will taste any different…now that your uh…juice is mixed in with mine.”

“Ooh, can’t wait! It’s like a new smoothie flavour!”

She shook her head, laughing, as you got on your stomach. 

[xo-cori]

hi um can i request smthn abt dina crushing readers head with her thighs while they eat her out <3 and reverse cowgirl with her. making her bounce on your lap. UGGGHHHNGH im so down bad for her.

hands on your knees, angelina jolie

pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader

summary: you’ve become addicted to the feeling of her body beneath yours. more specifically, her unassumingly strong thighs.

warnings: smut (MDNI), reader is definitely a munch 😁

a/n: HEYY i only did the first part bc i’m not exactly comfy writing about straps/any dicklike thing in general BUT I HOPE U LIKE ANYWAYS!!!

Her moans fill the dimly lit room, moonlight creeping in from the window that shines a ghostly light across her tan, freckled skin. It’s the middle of the night and she’s pliant underneath your touch. Her fingers make a mess of your hair, her bare chest rises and falls in rapid motion, and her thighs… well, you’d be content to die this way if she happened to break your jaw.

They clench down around the sides of your face, spasming and shivering. Her wetness soaks your chin and the wrinkled bedsheets below. You’ve been at it for well over an hour, yet have made no attempt to pull away or gasp for air. You simply don’t want to– and even if you did, Dina does too good a job of holding you in place until she’s had enough.

“Jus’ like that,” she purrs, looking down to see the way you’re bent down between her legs, ass up in the heavy air, giving her a proper show. “You’re so good to m-me… fuck!”

Your hands come down to her knees, encouraging her to fully close them behind your head as you hum in agreement. The vibrations cause her to throw her head back against the pillows behind her. Your tongue languidly licks up and down her petal-soft folds, jaw aching so badly you’re sure that it’ll be hard to chew the next day, but it’s all worth it when you feel her thighs tighten around your head once more and nearly pull the hair out of your head. Her back arches off of the bed while you open your clouded eyes to look up at her, watching intently as you lick another gentle orgasm out of her; her third one of the night. You sigh into her contently, scooping up all of her cum with your tongue so that you can savor the taste before she weakly pulls you off of her.

“Come here,” Dina breathes, not entirely sure her body even belongs to her anymore.

You crawl up to straddle her hips, leaning down to kiss her properly– she can taste herself on your lips, on your tongue, and she feels the slick that coats your chin. It takes all of her willpower to not jump your tired bones right then and there. Her arms limply wrap around your neck, all of that strength finally gone now that you’d drained all the energy she had. “Maybe one day you’ll actually crush my head.” You laugh against her lips, making her pull away with a gasp.

“Don’t even joke about that.” She demands, cheeks darkening with an obvious embarrassment.

“I’m not joking. You know how happy I’d be to die between your legs?” You sigh dreamily as you collapse on the bed beside her. Dina covers her eyes with her forearm and huffs.

“I’m already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” she groans, “so I don’t know where I’ll find the strength to do that.”

“Do what? Crush my skull like a watermelon?” You tease, laughing as she playfully smacks your arm. “It’s fine. I’ll just wait ‘til you’re back in one piece, then get back to hoping.”

Dina turns her head to look at you with a suggestive grin. “You know what? That’s awful, but still kinda turning me on.”

“Really?” You quickly prop yourself up on your arm, a hopeful tone in your voice. “We can go again, I just might have to use my fingers ‘cause my jaw is fucking done for–”

She cuts you off by moving to lay on her side and placing her arm around your waist, forcing you back down to lay with her. A soft smile graces her lips when she feels your hand come up to rub the soreness from her lower back. “You really tuckered me out, horn-dog.”

“Tuckered myself out, too. I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” you say before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

For now, all you can do is doze off into a blissfully deep sleep and hope that you remembered to lock the front door.

[sixhours]

One Day at a Time - Chapter 5 - Labor

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

Charlie and Joel find a new routine, stumbling around each other in the early days–passing each other in the hall with stilted greetings, overly polite glances, two lone wolves sharing a den.

The hardest part of having her around is her insistence on doing things . He finds the laundry hamper in his bathroom empty, the dishes washed and put away in the cupboard, the floor swept and the bookshelves dusted.

“You don’t need to clean up after me,” he grumbles after finding a bunch of his shirts folded and pressed and stacked neatly on the bed in Ellie’s old room. “Didn’t ask you here to be a maid.”

“I have to do something,” she says from her place on the couch. “They have me on reduced hours. All I do is water plants and sort donations, and there are only so many books to read. At this rate, I’ll be halfway through the library by the time the kid is born.”

“That’s the point. You’re s’posed to rest,” he says.

“I haven’t bled in three weeks,” she says. “The kid’s fine. I’m fine. A load of laundry isn’t going to kill us.”

He winces. “Don’t say it like that. And I can do my own damn laundry.”

In a vain attempt to get her to stay put, he brings home stacks of DVDs from the library and makes movies a nightly routine. If nothing else, it keeps her off her feet for a couple of hours, and he already knows they have similar tastes. Sometimes Ellie joins them, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, and their weird little arrangement feels almost familial.

On one such night, Charlie is fast asleep when the movie credits roll. Ellie bowed out halfway through, claiming she couldn’t take the cheesy dialogue for one more second.

Charlie’s head is propped on a pillow next to Joel’s thigh, and he resists the urge to push an errant strand of silver hair out of her eyes. Instead, he draws a fingertip down her cheek until she stirs.

“You missed the best part,” he murmurs. “And you’re droolin’.”

“Mmm.”

She wipes a hand across her mouth and blinks up at him. It’s a long, lingering look that has him brushing the hair from her eyes after all, eager to have an excuse to touch her, if only for a second.

He realizes with a dull sense of shame that he wants to gather her in his arms and carry her to bed. The liquor that put them here may have acted as a lubricant, but at a different time, under different circumstances, he would have tried to get her to bed regardless.

The thought is pushed roughly aside as he stands slowly, stiffly, stretching through the low-level ache in his back, ignoring the creak in his knees.

He puts out a hand to help her up and she takes it, using it as leverage to hoist herself off the too-soft couch, overcoming her unfamiliar extra weight. Her hand lingers in his once she’s up, just a second too long, and he feels that familiar spark of heat low in his spine.

He fakes a cough and takes his hand away, grateful she can’t see the flush creeping up his neck in the low light.

“C’mon…let’s get you to bed.”

He plods up the stairs behind her, purposefully looking at his feet instead of the sway of her hips ahead of him.

“G’night, Joel,” she yawns, lingering in the doorway to his bedroom.

Christ, even her yawn is cute.

“Night,” he grates out, ducking into the spare room and closing the door behind him. He’ll wait until she’s settled, then he’ll go to the bathroom down the hall and take his second shower of the day, because there’s no fucking way he can jerk off in Ellie’s old room.

It’s different from what Joel remembers. There is no attempt to outfit a nursery, no crib or cradle to put together, no paint swatches smoothed onto the walls. There is no discussion of names, of gender, of a future beyond the current day; just a nightly mark in his pocket calendar, one more day in a long countdown. He doesn’t know if it’s a shared fear of losing the pregnancy or of making it too real; probably both.

Instead, they refer to the baby as a fruit, based on the list in the “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” book that someone, probably Maria, dropped on their doorstep.

“How’s…is it Avocado?” he asks, returning home from patrol. Tommy must have pulled some strings with the council because he’s been put on daytime shifts only, no overnights, and nothing longer than six hours.

“I think it’s Pepper now. No…wait,” Charlie frowns, reaching for the book and flipping to a dog-eared page. “We’re up to Sweet Potato.”

He wrinkles his nose. “How is that a fruit?”

“I dunno, but it’s making me want fries.”

He does his best to stifle the urge to follow her around and pester her to eat, to drink, to relax, but tonight the question slips out before he can stop it.

“You hungry? Did you eat?”

“I was joking,” she sighs, and he catches the tail-end of an eye roll. “But no, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Heard it’s pizza night at the caf. Prob’ly still have the good stuff if we go now. No mushrooms.”

“Sounds like heartburn waiting to happen,” she smiles. “But sure.”

They walk to the cafeteria together, a diversion from routine. Except for their nightly movie dates, they keep separate schedules, more like roommates than future parents.

”So, uh, you didn’t tell me before. How’s ‘Sweet Potato’?”

“Active,” she says, rubbing her stomach. “At least I think it’s the kid. Could be gas.”

He snorts a laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. It feels like…bubbles. Like fizzy bubbles, popping,” she says.

He nods. “You’re, uh, what, twenty weeks? Halfway.”

“You’re keeping track,” she says appraisingly.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

Her lips quirk in a smile. “I’m not.”

He’s managed to keep his head down and avoid the rumors, but he feels eyes on them when they enter the cafeteria together; the old man and the reclusive widow. It’s almost enough to make him turn around, but her hand is suddenly warm in his, steadying him.

“Maybe we should give them something to talk about,” she whispers, arching an eyebrow.

“Pretty sure this is ‘something’ enough,” he says, gently poking at her stomach with the edge of his tray.

They find a table in the corner, someplace Joel can keep his back to the wall and glare at anyone who offers more than a sideways glance. Normally the caf’s pizza is good, but tonight it tastes like cheese-covered cardboard. He’s head down, focused on cutting up his food into little squares when a familiar voice pipes up.

“Hey, lovebirds!”

He looks up to find Ellie standing at their table, holding her tray and grinning.

“Not gonna interrupt your date, just wanted to say ‘hi.’ I’m eating with Cat and Dina,” she nods to the other side of the room.

“S’not a–”

“Have fun,” she chirps. Then she’s gone.

“Sorry,” he mutters, pushing his food around on his plate. “She’s…a lot.”

“How’s she dealing with all this?” Charlie asks, gesturing between them.

“Same way she deals with everythin’,” he snorts. “Bein’ a wiseass.”

Charlie looks over her shoulder to where Ellie is now laughing with her friends.

“How’d she end up with you, anyway? You’re a bit of an unlikely pair.”

“Made a promise to a friend,” he says roughly. “Then she…stuck.”

“The unwitting father,” she says, smiling a little, then frowns. “I used to wonder what kind of mother I’d be…before this. Now I just hope we make it out of this pregnancy alive.”

“You will,” he says quickly because he can’t bring himself to imagine the alternative. “And you’ll do fine. The first years, it’s mostly just about keepin’ ‘em alive…stop ‘em from doing stupid shit.”

He’s watching Ellie as he says this.

“Then you love ‘em and hope for the best,” he says softly. “Not much else to it.”

“Sounds like you speak from experience,” Charlie says curiously, and a pit of anxiety burrows deeper into his stomach. Sometimes he forgets she doesn’t know about Sarah.

“I took care of Tommy,” he explains, flushing. “Our folks weren’t, uh, around much. It was just me an’ him for a long time.”

She nods. She’s finished her pizza and he’s still moving his around on his plate. He pushes his tray over to her.

“Here. M’not hungry.”

“You sure?”

He nods, and she takes the tray and picks up one of the tiny pizza squares he’s carved out, popping it in her mouth.

“Well, she seems pretty happy, all things considered,” she says, chewing thoughtfully. “You must be doing something right.”

He winces, thinking of Ellie’s dead weight in his arms and the despair in her eyes when he couldn’t tell her the truth.

“M’not so sure about that.”

The moan drifts across the hall, and Joel is out of bed and at her door in an instant. He’s only half dressed, hasn’t even put a T-shirt on. Ellie hasn’t had one of her nightmares in months, but he’s operating on pure instinct, something drilled into him from the time Sarah was a baby. It’s a honed reflex; he does it without waking, without thinking.

He stops at the threshold, blinking away the sleep before he can knock on the door to his bedroom.

His bedroom. Ellie sleeps in the garage. Charlie is here now, not Ellie.

Another low moan, a gasp…a sigh.

His face gets hot as he realizes what’s happening. He stands frozen in the hall, her breathing carrying through the door. Panting, another moan. Arousal sends a tight knot of heat to his groin.

Fuck.

He turns on his heel, eager to put space between them, to give her some privacy, but his foot lands on the squeakiest floorboard, the one he’s been telling himself he needs to nail down before someone trips on the damn thing, and the sound is unmistakable and deafening.

All sounds from his bedroom cease with a tiny gasp.

Shit shit shit.

He’s fixed in place. There’s the sound of her soft footsteps on the other side of the door, the creak of the knob as it opens.

“Joel?”

He turns around, fists clenching at his sides. “Sorry…I thought you were, uh…sick.”

She’s watching him intently, silver eyes burning into his in a way that takes his voice. She’s dressed in a thin tank top and underwear, the fabric clinging to her skin, dewy with sweat from the heat of the summer, or from…other things.

His brain goes fuzzy.

The lacy edge of the tank top barely covers her, swollen as she is, breasts and belly normally covered by an oversized button-down. His eyes are drawn to the naked swell of her abdomen over the crease of her thigh.

Then she’s reaching toward him, and he catches her wrist before her palm makes contact with his bare chest, but just barely. The heat radiates off her and he feels every single degree of temperature.

“I…should go,” he murmurs, but his throat has gone dry and it comes out as a croak.

“Joel–”

He’s still holding her wrist when she moves toward him and presses her face to the center of his breastbone, her breath like a blessing on his skin. He can’t stop her, can’t turn her away, even as his hand holds her wrist steady and apart, the rest of her slides against him. Her forehead presses at the spot under his chin.

It’s so slow–so painfully, breathtakingly slow, this connection.

“We–” is all he can get out when he feels her lips on his chest, an open-mouthed kiss to his pec, and he shudders. Her tongue peeks out, lapping once at the tender skin, tasting him.

His other hand cups the back of her bare neck, intending to pull her away, but he’s entranced by the softness at her nape, the warmth of the skin, the way the muscles and bones shift under his palm. She has deftly extracted her wrist from his grip and is holding the hand that was meant to keep her at bay, fingers laced together and tucked between their bodies like a secret.

She tips her head back, waiting for the last vestiges of his control to break. It’s her eyes that do it, silver and shining with want…and sadness.

I’m here, I’m here, you can have this.

Oh, he really should turn away.

He kisses her like it’s the first time because he can’t remember the first time; only that it put them here. Maybe it hadn’t been the alcohol after all, because he’s lost himself to the first sip of her mouth. She tastes like chocolate, sweet and rich and deep, and he is so achingly hungry when she licks the taste of herself into him.

She’s pulling him, or maybe he’s pushing her, guiding her to the bed. His bed. Where she’d been touching herself not moments before–

He groans and separates himself from her just as she sinks onto the mattress.

“I need…I need a minute,” he gasps. He feels insane, primal, out of control. He needs this to just slow down and give him half a second to think, but he can’t fucking think because the blood is no longer answering to the part of his body that controls decision-making.

Charlie gets to her knees on the bed, swaying a little as she adjusts to her burgeoning center of gravity. “You asked how you could help. This is how. You can be with me.”

“Is that…really what you want?”

She blinks at him, slow and measured. Her voice shakes. “I want…I want to forget, just for a little bit. I want to…pretend.”

“I’m old enough t’be your father,” he grits out, even as he’s drawn to her, even as his hand finds hers and closes the distance. He watches their fingers entwine as if enchanted, her narrower ones sliding between his thick ones, the clutch of her nails skipping across the ridges of his palm.

“But you’re not my father,” she says evenly.

“The midwife said no–”

“It’s fine,” she soothes, placing his hand on her waist. She’s so fucking close and she smells like sex.

“Please.”

The catch in her voice dissolves what’s left of his restraint and his arm slips around her more fully, pulling her into him, his hand finding the soft skin under her tank top. He holds her close, feeling the thrum of his pulse at his throat when she kisses him there, licking at the scruff of his beard.

Then she’s urging him onto the bed, straddling his hips with her own, draping herself over him, her skin melting against his like warm honey. He feels feverish with want, with need, so lost in the sensations he’s denied himself for months that he might as well be drunk for all the control he has.

He nuzzles at one breast, cups the other, dark-tipped and heavy in his palm. She arches and whimpers when his thumb grazes a nipple, keens when he licks and licks and sucks it into his mouth, feels the pebbled skin tighten under his tongue.

She sits up on her knees, urges his boxers down over him before he fully realizes what she’s doing. He tries to still her with a hand to her hip.

“I don’t wanna hurt–”

“You won’t,” she says, and then she’s pulling her underwear aside and sinking on his length with a gasp and a whimper, fingers gripping his chest to steady herself as she rocks against him, taking him inside with slow, careful thrusts. A groan wrenches itself from his throat and he has to stop himself from thrusting up into her.

“There, there,” she whimpers, finding the right angle, pressing against him, rolling her hips until his cock is stroking and hitting that spot over and over. It doesn’t take long until she’s panting, whimpering, please, please, yes there, please, as she uses his body to climb higher.

He’s murmuring now, soft words of encouragement and praise and nonsense at her throat, her neck, wherever his mouth can reach. He doesn’t stop even when she kisses him, rumbling into her mouth, laying the words against her tongue with his own like an offering, yes, baby, just like that, so good, take it, take it, I got you, take it.

She comes with a final roll of her hips, pressing him inside her as deep as she can and grinding against him with a wail. He feels the pulse and flutter of her contractions around him, her eyes clamped shut, blunt nails digging into his shoulders. Her lip quivers and she lets out what sounds like a sob.

She slides off him with a whimper, tucking into the crook of his arm.

“Just…a sec,” she breathes.

He’s dizzy with her scent, her touch, still not entirely sure how they got here…again. But now her fingers are skating over his stomach and down, taking him in her hand and stroking him, watching his face.

“You don’t…have to,” he grits out, rolling to face her and edging backward to give her space. But she’s shimmying out of her underwear and hooking her leg over his hips, pulling him closer. She reaches between them to stroke his cock through her folds, then urges him inside with a sigh.

Pleasure sinks its hot tendrils into him as she rocks against him, her face pressed to his chest, soft panting at his collarbone. His free hand roams the landscape of her body, the hard swell of her womb pressed into the softness of his stomach, the weight of her breast in his hand.

He feels her fingers at the base of his cock, slicking herself, and his hand follows, covering hers.

“Show me,” he whispers.

She does, and he picks up her rhythm, swirling the pad of his finger around her swollen clit, yes yes, like that, more . He’s surprised when she comes again almost immediately, so sensitive, clamping tight and nipping at his clavicle. She grips his hip and grinds against him, forcing him to fuck her through it until he’s cresting.

“Gonna…soon…” he pants, trying to pull out, but she locks her leg tighter around him.

“Inside,” she whispers, grabbing at his jaw and pulling his mouth to hers.

He groans, pulling back to see her face. “You sure?”

“S’the worst that can happen?”

She looks down at them, at the swell just above where their bodies are joined, and then tilts her chin up and grins, a coy, fucked-out smirk that makes his cock ache and kick and throb inside her.

“Oh…oh fuck ,” he whispers, and then he’s pouring into her.

Her hand is splayed on his cheek when he comes to, her eyes closed, nose pressed to his jaw.

“Y’okay?”

“Mmm,” she sighs, a tiny, breathy little thing. She’s already half asleep.

“Should I��“

“Stay,” she murmurs, leg still locked around him.

He does.

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Date Night - Chapter 2

More vampire smut! Quit your day job, have gay vampire sex.

Full Series

When Willow woke up, she wasn't alone.

Eyes, inches from her face. Glowing faintly in the murky darkness. Watching.

She leapt out of bed and nearly fell over herself grabbing her phone to shine a light on them.

"Ow." Grumbled Alice, pulling her blanket up to cover her face.

"Alice?" Willow said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Alice what are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood and it's almost sunrise. You gave me a key." She said, peeking back out of the blanket now that Willow had let the hand carrying her phone fall to her side. She looked like a grumpy cat, shiny eyes staring out of the shadows like that.

"Right, sorry. You startled me." Willow said, turning off the light and checking the time. Five twenty-three. Seven minutes until her alarm went off. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You can sleep here. I have to get ready for work now anyway, be sure to lock the door if you leave."

"Booo. Call in sick, come back to bed." Alice said, lazily reaching out towards her.

"I can't just call in sick whenever I don't want to work!" Willow said, batting her hand away. "If I did I'd never go at all!"

"Good! Fuck work." Alice said, propping herself up on one elbow. "I've never worked an honest day in my unlife. Or my life, before that!" She smiled smugly. "I was a pirate, you know."

"How exciting." Willow said. "Unfortunately, I have bills and piracy doesn't pay what it used to."

"I could pay your bills." Alice purred, her husky voice ever so convincing. "Come back to bed, pet. Your dark mistress commands it."

Willow rolled her eyes and climbed back into the bed. "If my dark mistress commands it." She said. "I can stay until my alarm actually goes off. But that's it."

"Of course."

Willow somehow doubted she'd be able to hold her to that, but as Alice got on top of her she found it incredibly difficult to care. The vampire hummed contentedly as she slid her hands up Willow's sides, pulling off the oversized shirt she wore to bed.

"Now, where does my favourite slut need more bites today?" She mused, eyes raking over Willow's body hungrily.

"Haven't you marked me up enough?" Willow asked, already knowing the answer. Her shoulders were covered with bites, Alice's preferred spot to sink her teeth in. It was becoming difficult to dress for the weather, there were enough that the sleeves of a T-shirt wouldn't cover them. More bites were peppered down her torso, on her breasts, her stomach, it was immediately apparent looking at her what kinds of things she had been getting up to.

"Never, pet. I need to make sure you remember who you belong to." Alice said, before trailing kisses down her body.

"I think-"

Kiss.

"-you-"

Kiss.

"-need a bite-"

Kiss.

"-riiiiiiiiight-"

Kiss.

"-here." Alice said, settling between Willow's legs and grazing the inside of her thigh with her fangs. "Don't you think so, pet?"

Willow nodded frantically, desperately willing her alarm to stay silent.

"Words, pet."

"Please!" She whined, and Alice bit down hard. Willow whimpered and squirmed until she let go, gasping from the pain.

"There." Alice said, licking up the blood beading where she had broken Willow's smooth skin. "That'll leave a pretty mark." She dragged her tongue inwards, smearing blood and saliva up Willow's thigh as she brought her mouth to the front of Willow's panties, gently kissing her through the fabric.

Willow squeaked softly, her head tilting back into her pillow. Alice pulled her underwear down and gave her pussy a long, slow lick, and she moaned, needy. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the sensations Alice was lavishing upon her, it wouldn't take much, she-

Her alarm chirped at her, shrill and annoying.

"Fffuck-" She whined. She opened her eyes, and Alice looked at her expectantly. She grabbed her phone and silenced the alarm, and thought for a long moment. "Mmmmfuck it." She gestured for Alice to stop, and dialed her job.

"brrrrr-brrrr-brr- You've reached Coffee Sloth! This is Steve, how may I help you?"

"Hi-IIEEE-"

Alice did not stop, and instead chose that moment to suck on her clit and make her squeal. Willow glared at her and tried to play it off.

"HI. This is Willow, I'm not ffffffff-feeling well, I can't come in."

She bit down on her knuckle to stifle a moan.

"Willow, this is the third time this month. When someone doesn't take their responsibilities as a member of the Coffee Sloth family seriously, it makes things harder for all of us."

Fucking Steve. Willow hated that guy.

"I-I know, I'm sorry."

Alice rolled her eyes.

"It's important that everyone here wants to be a member of the Coffee Sloth family. Do you?"

"Y-Yess, I do."

She covered her mouth and held the phone at arms length as Alice drew another squeal out of her. It didn't help that having to hide what she was doing made it feel way more intense. She brought her phone back to her ear.

"-times it doesn't seem like you do, Willow."

"Nno I do, I do. I'm just sick."

"…You do sound weird. But if you don't bring a doctor's note tomorrow, we're going to have to talk about your future here. This is becoming a pattern with you, Willow."

"Yuh-yeah, I understand sir." Fucking dickhead, it's not like he gave his ~family~ paid sick leave.

Alice tapped her leg, and she looked down at her.

Quit, she mouthed.

Willow shook her head. She, she needed this job. She had expenses, she couldn't impose on Alice and Senna like that.

"You know I want to see you succeed, but I can't help you if you don't help me."

She needed this awful, minimum wage job.

"You gotta give 110% every day, not just when you feel like it."

With an annoying boss she hated.

"Because if you don't, you're letting your family down, Willow."

"Fffffuck you, Steve."

"Excuse me!?"

Alice sank her fingers inside her, clearly very pleased with that response. If Steve said anything else, Willow wasn't paying attention. She had wanted to tell him off for months, she was in fucking heaven, it took all her willpower to not moan on the call.

"I-I quit!" She said, giddy. "Fuck you, fuck all your family bullshit about people you don't pay a living wage." She shoved her fist in her mouth to muffle her pleased sounds. Alice was going at her hard, pumping her fingers in and out while she lapped at her clit.

"Willow! You can't quit, who will cover your shifts? Give me two weeks, at least-"

"Hang up on him unless you want him to hear you scream my name, pet." Alice whispered, and Willow knew from the look in her eyes and the rapidly building tension in her core that she fucking meant it.

"I-I don't care! I quit!" She cried, the pleasure quickly becoming too much for her.

"Willow-"

She hung up and tossed her phone aside so hard it bounced off the wall, before burying her hands in Alice's hair.

"Fuck! Alice!!!" She squealed as she came, her clit throbbing in Alice's mouth as she mercilessly sucked on it while Willow writhed and moaned.

"Good giiiiiirl." Alice cooed once Willow stopped shaking.

"Ohhhh my god." Willow said, covering her face and giggling. "Holy shit that felt amazing."

"It looked like it. Now-" Alice said, getting up on her knees and straddling Willow's face. "Why don't you get started at your new job, keeping your mistresses satisfied?"

Willow looked up at her, reverent. This was a job she could get behind.

"Yes mistress."

[finn-m-corvex]

Falling Sleeves

I'm not super happy with the title, but that's okay! This is the second of the stories voted on by the poll, here in the afternoon just like I promised (for me, anyway). I had a lot of fun with this one, and for anyone that managed to read my hoodie headcanons before they got yeeted off the face of the earth there are a lot of little easter eggs in here :). Enjoy, everybody!

Words: 4.3k

No TWs! Unless you don't like bacon pancakes, in which case I'm sorry for your loss.

It was a very lazy morning in the monastery when Cole jolted awake, gasping for air as the sensation of falling washed over him. He grabbed at the sheets, twisting them up in his hands to try and ground himself as his hand went to scrabble at his shirt. The awful feeling was gone only a minute later, but the remnants of his nightmare still clawed at his chest as he struggled to take a deep breath. Finally settling down, Cole sat up and grabbed the hoodie sitting on his bedpost, frowning at the large splotches of paint across the front and throiwng it into the laundry bin.

He tred over the art supplies littering his floor from the night before, picking up his finished canvases and propping them up against his dresser one by one; it always helped him to put things in order after he had a bad dream. Staying up late last night to paint with Lloyd may not have been one of his smartest ideas, but it was the best way he could think to assure his little brother that yes, Cole was here and yes, he was alive.

Even though he very nearly wasn’t.

Almost as if it could hear him, his ribcage started aching under the bandages wrapped generously around his torso, and Cole grimaced when his shirt brushed against the smattering of bruises across his back. Zane had offered to stay with him and ice the bruises overnight, but Cole had declined since he didn’t want to burden his brother. Maybe he should’ve taken the nindroid up on his offer.

“Hoodies never hurt anybody,” Cole mumbled, opening his top drawer to grab one; it would do more than enough to hide the injuries. There were quite a few missing, but that was par for the course. Cole could’ve sworn he just did laundry the other day though.

Grabbing one of his favorites, a dark blue one with ‘KISS THE COLE’ in white letters across the front, Cole put it on as carefully as he could. He still managed to aggravate his injuries somehow, wincing, but they still felt better than they had around a week ago. Still, he should probably see somebody about changing the bandages at the very least.

Before he could think about leaving the room, Nya threw open his door, tossing something onto his bed and then flopping down on top of it. Cole raised an eyebrow at the hoodie she was wearing; it was one of his, a light blue one with various designs in hot pink across the front. He knew for a fact that he just ran that particular hoodie through the wash before the whole Oni debacle. At least he had located one of his missing garments.

“Nya?” he asked, and all she did was groan in response. Now that he was looking, he noticed how wet her hair was, and realized that she had shown up right after she had taken a shower. “Did you need something?”

“Can you help me with my hair?” Nya asked, muffled against his comforter. Eyebrows rising to his hairline, Cole smiled to himself, shaking his head as he walked back to his bed and sat at the top on his pillow

“Of course I can. Come on up here.”

Without hesitating Nya scrambled up to make herself comfortable, sitting between his legs and handing Cole her brush and hair products. Cole grabbed one of the spare rubberbands on his side table that he used for his own hair and got to work.

The time passed in silence, Cole working through her hair while Nya leaned against his propped up knee and scrolled through her feeds. In a way it was the most grounded Cole had felt since that awful day, his feet firmly on the ground of the present rather than dangling in the air of what could’ve been. Having his sister here brought him a sense of peace that he wasn’t sure he would feel for quite some time, and Cole had a suspicious feeling that it was the same case for her. Nya hadn’t asked him to do her hair in years after he taught her how to care for it as she was growing it out, and if he was being totally honest he had missed doing this with her.

Maybe that was why he took his time with it, even though he had the skills to make it happen much quicker.

“There,” he said quietly, putting the brush down and running his fingers through it to check for any hidden knots, listening to her hum of contentment. Nya snuggled closer, perfectly happy with her spot against his chest. “Do you want me to do anything special with it?”

“Can you braid it, please?” Nya asked, and Cole felt his heart swell with emotion.

“Always,” he replied easily, and he let his mind wander as he worked through the repetitive motions. Her hair really has gotten longer, he thought, and his heart ached when he looked for too long at the flowing black locks. They reminded him of his mom’s hair.

Mom. 

Now there was something he hadn’t thought about for a while. Actually, Cole thought about her at least once a day, but it had been some time since he had let himself get lost down memory lane, staring up at the old house on the end of the street that held every memory he had of his long-gone mother. He would linger there on the sidewalk, watching as the lights grew dimmer and dimmer as his memories became more recent, until finally the porchlight would flicker and flash before turning off entirely. Cole could never make himself stay for more than five minutes after the light went out, continuing to walk down the sidewalk to look at the bitter memories that followed.

“Your thoughts are too loud,” Nya joked, hugging his arm close to her. Cole snorted, not pausing in his movements.

“Really? How do you know that?”

“I’ve been with Jay for years,” Nya said, “it’s practically given me telepathy at this point. Now what are you thinking so hard about?”

He hummed to himself, debating on how much he wanted to tell her. “Your hair, it…it reminds me of Mom’s.”

Everything went quiet, but Cole wasn’t afraid of it becoming awkward. He knew that Nya was just gathering her thoughts, trying to think through her next steps as carefully as she could. “Is that a good thing?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Cole asked, genuinely curious, and Nya sighed.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to make you sad.”

“I’m not sad when I think about my mom, Nya,” Cole said patiently, tying the rubberband around the end of the braid. It wasn’t his prettiest work, but it would do for right now. “Honestly. It actually makes me pretty happy, she would’ve loved to meet you.”

She would’ve loved to meet all of them, really, and Cole knew that for a fact.

Part of him had spent the past week thinking about what would’ve happened if he had actually perished in the fall, if he would’ve gotten to see his mom again. Would he have been happy to see her? Or her to see him? Would she be disappointed that he had died the way he had, or would she just have been happy that it was a quick way to go? Would she have known his friends, or what happened between him and Dad?

Cole hoped that she didn’t know what happened between him and Dad.

“For what it’s worth, I would’ve liked to meet her too,” Nya said, and Cole kissed the back of her head as a response; he had to stay in the present, and not dwell on the what-if’s. He was here, and he was alive, and that was enough. They didn’t say anything after that, Cole pulling out his phone and looking through Chirp to pass the time while Nya continued to scroll through her various media; from what Cole could tell, she was currently looking at pictures of dragonflies, for whatever reason.

For as much as she liked to say that Jay was the only one with ADHD in their relationship, Cole would beg to differ.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself despite the lack of social interaction. Both he and Nya were people who liked to spend time with people in the same space, sometimes talking but more than happy to just soak up the others’ presence in the room. Cole couldn’t remember the last time Nya and him had done this, laying down together on his bed and doing nothing but enjoying the other’s company.

Until he heard a large growl from Nya’s stomach.

The water ninja blushed, chuckling sheepishly. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little hungry.”

“Let’s go see if anyone’s making breakfast,” Cole suggested, even though neither of them made any movement to get up. He was extremely comfortable in his current position, except his bottomless pit for a stomach was also starting to rumble.

“C’mon Nya,” he chuckled, gently pushing her off and watching her flop onto the bed with a forced groan. Why did he have such dramatic siblings? “Do you want me to carry you?”

Nya held out her arms without hesitation, and Cole was quick to hook his arms under her shoulders and lift, feeling her legs wrap around him like a teddybear. He moved his arms to be around her waist instead, shivering from her warm breath ghosting over the side of his neck. She hummed contently, shuffling around before sighing.

“Jay’s right,” she said, “this is pretty comfy.”

“Why do you think I do it for him all the time?” Cole started walking towards the kitchen, already feeling Nya’s weight start to drag on his limbs. His ribs ached in protest, and his shoulders were screaming, but dammit his little sister wanted to be carried and he was going to carry her. The walk down the hall wasn’t very long, thankfully, but Cole could already feel sweat starting to gather on his back under his hoodie. Nya tapped her fingers along his back in a familiar rhythm, and Cole focused on the tip-tap-tip-tap that he knew so well from Jay. They really were made for each other.

Initially, he was planning on carrying Nya directly into the kitchen and dropping her off at the table, but Cole had to stop and gape at the scene in the living room.

Kai and Jay were playing one of the Fist to Face games, the second edition maybe, both of them remarkably quiet with their brows furrowed in concentration. Lloyd was nestled into Kai’s side, which is probably why the fire ninja was sitting down instead of jumping around, and the green ninja’s eyes flicked from the TV to his phone; he must’ve been going through his Chirp. Jay had his weighted blanket across his legs, his headphones settled around his neck and hair still messy from sleep. Cole resisted the sudden urge to run his fingers through his best friend’s curls, instead staying stone-still in the doorway,

All three of them were wearing his hoodies.

Was that where all of his hoodies had gone?!

Cole couldn’t even bring himself to be mad about it, especially when how large Lloyd’s black one with a green skull was on him, or how Kai had the hood of his maroon one with a flaming guitar pulled over his head to make his hair look ridiculous, or the way Jay was constantly pushing up the sleeves to his elbows and scrunching up the blue water designs that Cole had painted on with Nya one day.

Instead of saying anything, Cole just walked to the couch, gently dropping Nya into the spot between Kai and Jay. Almost no time had passed before she had thrown her legs over Kai’s lap and into Lloyd’s, putting her head into Jay’s lap just as the blue ninja grabbed a pillow to put under her head. The scene now looked even more bizarre with a fourth hoodie thrown into the mix, but Cole only shook his head and walked into the kitchen.

Only to be greeted by both Zane and Pixal wearing one of his hoodies each.

Someone had some explaining to do.

Zane was mixing up some pancake batter, quietly singing to himself as he was careful to not spill anything on Cole’s Christmas hoodie, the only white one in his collection. Pixal grabbed some bacon out of their fridge, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeves of the royal purple hoodie that he had gotten on his last trip to the local Goodwill. Could he have a single hoodie for even a week before they got stolen?

Noticing him standing there, Zane turned around and gave him a smile. “Good morning, Cole. How are you?”

Staring, Cole finally snapped to his senses once Pixal started looking at him too. “Oh, I’m okay. Didn’t sleep super well though. How are you?”

Pixal frowned. “Perhaps you should go back and get some rest.”

“I’ll be okay, really,” Cole insisted, leaning against the doorframe and stuffing his hands into his pockets to try and hide their trembling from carrying his sister. He was pretty sure that Zane already noticed. “You guys making pancakes?”

“Yes,” Zane said, mixing it up some more. “Jay requested that we try mixing bacon in the batter this time.”

His stomach growled at the mention of bacon, and Cole had to admit that his best friend was a genius and a godsend. “That sounds amazing.”

“We shall see,” Pixal said, eyeing up the bacon with a look of apprehension. “I would trust Jay with my life, but you must admit that he has a less-than-stellar streak when it comes to making dishes.”

“Maybe, but I promise that you’ll like it more than you think you will, Pix,” Cole said, and he hoped to the First Master that he was right. He hated breaking promises. The nindroids shared a look of skepticism before turning back to their respective tasks, Pixal starting to fry up the bacon while Zane mixed another bowl of batter. Cole smelled the meat cooking and had to hold back from letting out a moan at the heavenly scent, instead watching from the doorway as quietly as he could.

“Did you need anything else, Cole?” Zane asked, startling Cole. He had spaced up pretty hard after smelling the bacon. “A drink, perhaps? Breakfast will not be ready for a while.”

“Why are you both wearing my hoodies?” Cole blurted out, and he winced internally at how blunt it was. At least it got his point across.

Zane paused, looking down at his torso in confusion before glancing at Pixal. Pixal did the same thing, eyebrows raising when she saw that yes, her and Zane were both wearing the earth ninja’s hoodies.

“I-I did not realize,” Zane said, meeting Cole’s eyes with a sheepish expression. “Is it a problem? I would be more than happy to change if it is bothering you-”

“No! No, Zane,” Cole hurried to say, seeing the way his brother and sister’s faces were falling with the thought of having to take off the hoodies. There was something deeper going on here. “Please keep wearing them, I was just curious. I don’t mind, seriously.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Cole assured, walking up and giving his brother a big hug. The smell of fresh snow wafted up into his nose as Zane hugged back, and Cole’s chest filled with warmth at how grounding his brother’s embrace was. It always had been and always would be.

There was a loud crash from the living room followed by shouting, and Cole sighed. “I better go check on them. Good luck with breakfast, you two.”

“I do not need luck,” Pixal said good-naturedly, accepting the earth ninja’s quick embrace with a small smile, “but I do need the eggs, if you would be so kind?”

“Anything for you, Pix,” Cole said, going to the fridge and taking out the carton, leaving it on the counter next to the stove for her. The sounds from the living room died down, but Cole still thought that it would be in everyone’s best interest if he checked in, just to be on the safe side.

He didn’t need to worry, as the sounds were just coming from the TV; it looked like his brothers had gotten bored with the game and had put a movie on instead. Belatedly, Cole realized that it was one of his favorite movies, and one that he normally would’ve had to beg and trade chores for. This was suspicious.

Jay had leaned over to rest his head on Kai’s shoulder, his fingers threaded through Nya’s now undone braid (there went all of his hard work) and blue eyes drooping downwards. Kai looked like he was the only one invested in the movie, as Nya and Lloyd both looked like they had started dozing together on the couch. Cole did his best to sit down on Jay’s other side without waking anyone up, leaning against the arm of the couch and bringing one of his legs up to sit on Kai’s thigh and box Nya in. He was more than prepared for Jay to switch sides, the blue ninja plopping his head back onto Cole’s chest and throwing his arms up and over the ravenette’s shoulders. The three of them looked like dominoes that had been knocked over, and Cole smiled as his arms settled around Jay’s torso without even having to think about it.

“Hey Rocky,” Jay murmured, making a pleased sound when Cole leaned down to kiss his forehead. “How are you?”

“I’m good, Bluebell,” Cole replied easily, ignoring the throbbing of his ribs in favor of holding his best friend. “You?”

“Sleepy, but Zane said no coffee this morning,” Jay’s jaw cracked in a huge yawn that had Cole snickering. Jay had definitely been consuming too much of the stuff recently to keep working through the night, so he wasn’t surprised that the nindroid had finally put his foot down.

“Yikes, guess that’s pretty bad for you guys, huh?”

Jay shrugged. “It’s fine, just means more naps with you, right?”

“You know it, Sparky.” Cole said. He asked Kai for one of the pillows at the other end of the couch for his back, and to his surprise Lloyd was the one who tossed it to him. Guess Greenbean wasn’t so asleep after all.

Mulling the same question he had asked Zane and Pixal over in his head, Cole’s curiosity eventually won out, and he finally fluffed up the pillow enough just when Jay grabbed his hand and tugged it to his hair. Cole shook his own head fondly, starting to run his hand through his brother’s curly locks and scratching his scalp.

“Is there any reason why all four of you are wearing my hoodies?” he asked innocently, twirling one of Jay’s curls around his finger. All four of them turned to look at him, and then down at what they were wearing, and Cole watched as each of his siblings’ faces flushed at how easily they had been caught red-handed; Cole knew that they didn’t commit any crimes though.

Jay started playing with the fingers on his other hand that had been splayed across his chest. “We-we missed you.”

Missed him? He had been there the whole time!

“I was just in the bedroom,” Cole said, confused. What was this about?

“Except it wasn’t that long ago when you weren’t,” Lloyd said quietly, and oh.

Oh.

They were scared. Scared of waking up and walking into the living room or the kitchen or even his bedroom and finding all of it empty. Cole felt the tears sting at his eyes, but he was quick to blink them back in favor of pressing another kiss to Jay’s head and nudging Kai’s leg with his foot to reach Lloyd. “Hey now, I’m here. I’m okay. Nothing to worry about, see?”

“Everything to worry about is more like it,” Jay grumbled, and Cole tugged the hood over the blue ninja’s head with a small smile.

“You’re awfully grouchy today,” Cole commented. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Didn’t get good sleep,” Jay murmured. “I was lonely.”

“But you had Nya?” Cole said, once again very confused.

“I didn’t want Nya, I wanted you.” Jay snuggled closer, Nya making a combined noise of protest and offense as he shifted. Cole was worried that she was going to douse them both, but the water ninja just turned over on her other side. 

“I told you to go sleep with him instead,” Nya grumbled, only awake for a minute or so before she was snoring away. “So ti’s your own damn fault you didn’t sleep.

“Of course dear, whatever you say.” Jay’s hand tangled in her hair, a lovesick grin on his face that used to make Cole’s stomach turn, but now he understood it. Sighing, he cuddled closer to Cole’s chest and nudged his ribs. “But we’re all staying right here until I fill my cuddle quota.”

“Really? Is there such a thing as a filled Jay cuddle quota?” Cole quipped, and Jay made a fake sound of annoyance, shutting his eyes and beginning to doze. He heard sizzling from the kitchen and took a whiff, smelling the pancakes as they started cooking. Breakfast would be ready soon.

Kai yawned, stretching his arms above his head and popping his shoulders. “This movie isn’t that bad, actually.”

“That’s what I keep telling you guys!” Cole said as loudly as he dared, not trying to wake Jay up right after he fell asleep. “We should watch it more often.”

“Now I don’t know about that,” Kai ruffled Lloyd’s hair, smiling so Cole knew that he was joking, even if Cole could tell already. “Are you comfortable over there?”

Cole yawned as he thought about it. Sure, his ribs were protesting a tiny bit, and the bruises on his torso definitely weren’t being done any favors, but he couldn’t think of anywhere he would rather be than right here with his family. “Never better.”

And those words had never been truer than when Zane and Pixal brought out the food a few minutes later, the smell quickly rousing Jay and Nya as they started fighting over who would have the first bite. They both looked absolutely betrayed when Zane gave the first bite to Pixal, and Jay was only placated when Zane told him that it was to make sure if Pixal actually liked bacon pancakes or not.

Pixal pushed the food around in her mouth with a concentrating look on her face, finally swallowing. Her face cleared, and all six of them watched as her face lit up in delight. “It’s delicious!”

Jay gave a victorious whoop, and now suddenly there were three people clambering for the first plate. Cole was prepared to patiently wait his turn like always, maybe cracking a joke about how the kids had to be fed first, but to his surprise Zane handed him the first plate. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten first plate.

“Thanks, Zane!” he called to the ice ninja as he went back to the kitchen to grab more plates. The tears came stinging at his eyes once again, and Cole pushed them away just as quickly as the first time.

He playfully growled at Jay, who was immediately in his space and trying to snatch his food. “Jay! Get your own!”

“I normally get the first plate!”

“Well you didn’t this time! If you want food so bad then go get your own!”

“But I’m all cozy,” Jay whined, and Cole felt his heart squeezing when he saw the blue ninja pouting. Dammit, Jay knew not to break out the puppy dog eyes with him.

Just as Cole was about to cave, Zane the savior came back with plenty more plates, and Cole watched as Jay dug into his pancakes with the ferocity of a starving animal. He was glad, honestly; it took a couple days after the Oni invasion for Jay to start eating properly again, but Cole was always keeping a close eye to be on the safe side. It was his job as Jay’s best friend and older brother.

And soon enough everything was as it should have been: Kai and Lloyd bickering over the syrup while Zane and Pixal watched from the other side of the couch, Nya snatching pieces of Jay’s pancakes while he wasn’t looking while Jay failed to snatch any of Cole’s. The scene was so familiar, so soothing, and before he could stop them the tears started falling down his face.

He could’ve missed this. He would’ve missed this. And for what? To tell his mom something that he was sure she already knew?

“Hey,” Jay whispered, and Cole jumped when he felt the blue ninja’s thumb swipe across his cheek, “everything okay? Why are you crying?”

Cole let his fork clatter to the plate, reaching up and wiping away the tears with his sleeve. He looked over to see everyone looking at him with concern, Zane and Kai on the verge of getting up with the others close behind. Giving them a watery smile, Cole bumped against Jay’s side.

“I’m okay,” he said honestly, because even though he was feeling a lot right now everything he was feeling was so so good, “I just love you guys, you know that? I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too, brother,” Zane said softly, Kai and Lloyd echoing his sentiment. Cole was waiting to hear Jay say it too when a body collided with his, and his arms came up to hug Jay on instinct. The blue ninja’s own tears were leaking into his hoodie, and Cole freed one of his arms to catch Nya as she came barreling into him too. Both of their movements made his injuries burn with pain, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care.

Because First Master, it felt so good to be home.

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Innocence- Aemond X OC

Summary: War is an ugly thing; Something that is common knowledge to all and yet something people resort to anyway when conflicts arise. It was not something Eirlys Velaryon wanted though, nor what Aemond Targaryen wanted as well. It was a war they were dragged into, and suffering they had to endure for crimes they were innocent of.

Warnings: Smut [18+ minors DNI]

Masterlist

Part 7

"Are you quiet certain you don't want me to accompany you?" Aemond asked once again as he lazily sprawled himself on Eirlys' bed while she packed a few of her essentials. He'd offered to help but made no effort to do so as of yet "at the very least only until you're within a few leagues away from the castle"

"Yes I am certain ñuha prūmia" (my heart) Eirlys sighed as she assured him yet again for the fifth time that evening "I'm not flying to war, I'm simply making a short trip to visit my family"

"Your valerian has improved I see" the prince grinned at her and the term she'd used to address him with "nyke kessa bardugon naejot ao tolvie tubis" (I shall write to you every day)

"hae kessa nyke" (as will I) Eirlys smiled. She figured Aemond was only jesting while she was in truth being serious about writing to him, just as a form of assurance that she had reached Dragonstone safely.

"We're going to be wed soon" Aemond simply stated.

"We are" Eirlys replied.

"Are you done packing your things?" The boy asked as he leaned back into the softness of the pillows "come lie here with me"

"It would get done a lot faster if you actually helped, like how you said you would" the princess muttered in annoyance as she put away another one of her many dresses "all you've been doing is eating my ear off"

"Something else you'd like me to eat then?" Aemond inquired with a smirk as he propped himself up by his elbows to glance at Eirlys "tell me what other use I could put my mouth to"

"You're disgusting" the younger girl laughed as she reached for a cushion and flung it at him which Aemond effortlessly caught with one hand without flinching.

"Oh am I now?" He raised a brow as he placed the cushion beside himself "wasn't disgusting last night when I was in between your legs, now was I princess?"

"Alright I've had enough of you" The girl rose to her feet and marched around the bed to get to him. She held his hand and began to tug "get out"

"A-Aemond please" he mimicked her moaning and burst into a fit of laughter, looking at her with an amused expression while she struggled to pull him off the bed "yes, right there"

"Shut up" Eirlys tried to stop herself from joining him in laughter "you are the absolute worst. Perhaps I should moan someone else's name then"

"You can try it jorrāelagon (love) but I assure you, you will find the man's head who's name you dared to moan in my presence, mounted on a spike the very next morning" Aemond's signature smirk still danced on his lips but his tone was far from jovial. No, he was being serious "and then I'd fuck you senseless until the only name you can remember is mine"

"If you helped as much as you talk, I might've let you spend the night in my chambers" Eirlys taunted as she let go of his hands, knowing well enough she could not overpower him before she went and bolted the door and headed back toward the trunks she was preparing for her journey.

"Why'd you bolt the door?" Aemond asked as he sat up, still in no hopes of actually helping; shameless.

Eirlys did not respond. She simply undid the front of her dress to loosen it and then got herself rid of it before retiring her underskirts as well until she was completely naked.

Aemond was suddenly very interested in where this was headed.

He quickly got to his feet and walked toward her but Eirlys took a step back before he'd even reached her.

"You don't get to touch me until I've finished packing all my things" she smiled smugly at him "the sooner I'm done, the sooner you can take me so I suggest you quit ogling and start helping"

Aemond muttered a few profanities under his breath before he begrudgingly joined her in folding clothes, wrapping a few shoes and boxing a few pieces of jewellery and then putting them into either of the two trunks, neatly.

Eirlys was making things rather difficult for him. He noted her leaning to retrieve things that were closest to him, occasionally squeezing one of her breasts. Sometimes even whimpering softly while she brushed her fingers against her core.

However, when they were finally done packing, she slipped into one of her nightgowns and proceeded to torment him further by telling him she did not wish to entertain him tonight.

Aemond of course, would never force her to do something if she did not wish for it but he could quiet clearly see that she was only doing this to agonise him further.

He seized her by the waist, lifting her up quiet easily, before bringing her to the bed and crawling on top of her.

He once again, did not prolong his time on her neck or any other areas where the bruises might be visible. And now out of all times would be the worst considering she was on her way to see her parents and brothers.

He couldn't deny that he wanted to leaves a few marks on her neck, simply to enrage her brothers Jace and Luke but he also remembered that her step father Daemon would be the first one at his door with a sword in hand.

He impatiently ripped the dress, earning a scowl from the princess.

"Aemond-" she gasped before her face contoured into an expression of pure annoyance "you ripped my dress-"

"I can have five more made for each one I rip" he grinned down at her chest, still covered with his love bites "gods you are beautiful"

He wasted absolutely no time in devouring her and this time Eirlys made sure to keep her voice down each time she moaned.

"You're still dressed" the girl managed to say while Aemond held her legs firmly apart and tongue fucked her.

"I know" he simply mumbled, still sucking on her clit.

"Take them off" Eirlys entangled her fingers in his hair "now"

Aemond obliged. He would listen to almost anything she had to say.

Eirlys felt the blood rush to her cheeks when she saw his hard member that she hadn't seen properly yet since he was handling himself while she was sat atop a table the last time.

Aemond once again got on his knees but Eirlys stopped him.

"I- I want to please you" she meekly told him as she rose up from the bed and stood before him "but you'll have to guide me"

Aemond's heart clenched at how she looked up at him so innocently. He forgot how not-so-innocently she was taunting him only moments ago. Right now all he could see was his sweet Eirlys tenderly looking up at him with no lust but pure longing for him.

Aemond sat down at the edge of the bed with his legs spread open while Eirlys got on her knees in between them. The sight along of her meekly looking up at him with his small, delicate hands resting gently on his thighs, was enough to drive him insane.

He reached down to take one of her hands in his to guide to his throbbing cock.

"Wrap your fingers around" he instructed in a soft, tender voice; afraid that if he spoke any louder he would frighten her "now glide your hand up and down my length, slowly at first"

He let go of her hand and let her do it herself. She was nervous, he could tell so he did not make her anymore anxious by staring down at her. He simply leaned back and gazed at the ceiling while he enjoyed the sensation of her pumping him.

"You can lick the tip, and along my shaft too if yo- oh" he bit his lip the moment her tongue made contact with the head of his member.

She licked the head first before dragging her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way back up before swirling her tongue around the head, tasting his pre cum.

"Did I do it right?" She nervously asked to which Aemond responded with a hum and then laced his fingers with her free hand.

"Eirlys" he breathed out "take me in your mouth, as much as you can and then suck"

The girl took a moment to look at his length. There was no way she would be able to take all of him. She hesitantly placed her lips on the head of his cock, taking him little by little and stroking the rest of him with her hand.

It took a few minutes for her to get used to it and to set a pace.

Aemond could feel himself getting lost to the sensation. How long he'd craved for this, for her.

His other hand went to gently fist her platinum hair while he ever so slightly tightened his grip on the hand that he'd interlaced his fingers with her's.

Aemond shut his eye tightly as he bit his lip and fought back the moans that got caught up in his throat.

Eirlys mistook his silence for something else entirely, not being able to see how desperately he was holding himself back.

"Am I doing something wrong?" She asked, fearing that she was doing a terrible job. The last thing she wanted was not being able to satisfy him.

"N-no don't stop" Aemond whimpered "you feel amazing"

Aemond's hips rose from the bed, pushing himself a little more into her mouth as he felt himself getting closer with each second that passed.

"Eirlys" he moaned softly as he threw his head back, his chest heaving while he anticipated for that wave of bliss to wash over "I, I'm so close"

He thought she might pull back, only using her hand to help relieve himself but she kept sucking him off, bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

Aemond's mind went blank and his senses dulled as he felt the familiar sensation of sparks shooting through the entirety of his body.

Hot ribbons of white shot out of him and into Eirlys' mouth that caught her by surprise at first but she swallowed nonetheless, taking a moment to get herself accustomed to the salty taste.

Aemond was a mess. His throat felt dry and his chest glistened with sweat while he continued to pant.

Eirlys used the back of her hand to wipe the bit of his semen at the corner of her lips before climbing into bed with him.

"Did I do okay?" She asked, hoping that she was able to satisfy him the same way he'd satisfied her.

"You were more than okay jorrāelagon" (love) he wrapped and arm around her and pulled her close before pressing a kiss to her forehead "I don't feel like letting you go all the more after this"

~

The flight to Dragonstone was indeed a short one.

Aemond made quiet a fuss the morning of the departure, peppering Eirlys with kisses before she left her chambers.

It would be her name day a few days after her return back to the Red Keep and he kept reminding her to not prolong her stay since it had turned into quiet a ritual for them to celebrate their name days with each other. Aemond knew it was selfish, to ask her to spend her birthday with him instead of her brothers; especially since she was seeing them after years. But he did not care for them, Eirlys was his and his alone and if that made them hate him even more, so be it.

Besides, it was not their love he was after. It was their sister who his heart belonged to.

It was no secret that the prince had grown rather too attached to the princess but the extent of this attachment became very clear to her that day and in turn revealed to her that Aemond Targaryen would be a very protective yet needy husband.

The one-eyed prince kept his composure once he was within the company of other nobles at court, sending off his beloved wife-to-be with a lingering kiss to the hand and a smile.

As much as he wanted to seize her by the waist and kiss her senseless, him and her both knew that such a desperate display of affection would only create more gossip and not the good kind. Aemond didn't care, he took no offence and bore no shame when it came to showing his love to his beloved but he knew such bold gestures would only speculate rumours within the narrow minded people at court and put to question their virtues. They were both royalty in their youth, and it wouldn't be a complete surprise if it were rumoured that they both had humped one another several times. Why else would there be such affection between two people who were in an arranged marriage?

Small minded people indeed.

Ember had been spotted from afar from one of the guards at the watchtower of Dragonstone. The men weren't able to identify the dragon but Daemon, who had already marched toward the narrow bridge that served as the entrance of the castle, knew at once it was Eirlys and her dragon, and asked one of the guards to inform Rhaenyra; thus alerting the princess of her daughter's unannounced arrival to their home.

Rhaenyra did not care that she was not dressed in one of her finer dresses, she was simply in an excited rush to see her daughter after all these years. Jace and Luke too did not bother to change out of their messy clothes that were a bit muddy due to their training.

They all rushed to the entrance while Ember took his time to make his descent, circling the grounds a few times before gliding down toward the gates.

Rhaenyra smiled when she saw her daughter from a distance, who was eagerly undoing the chains of her saddle.

Her hair was long but she had it styles in soft curls, much similar to how Alicent wore her hair. Even though she did have a few braids incorporated into the style, Rhaenyra could tell that the queen had a minor influence on how Eirlys presented herself.

Eirlys wore a coral blue dress, to signify her being a Velaryon princess. Yet a few minor accents were of sage green, a symbolism of her union with the prince Aemond, who wore the colours of his mother's preference: Green.

Eirlys effortlessly got down from the saddle atop her dragon. She gently rubbed the scaly neck of Ember, muttering something to him that the others could not hear because of the distance but it seemed to put her grumpy dragon a good mood, who made it noticeable by making a low rumbling noise and nudging his head to her belly.

With one last pat to the Dragons's head, Eirlys made her way toward her family.

Rhaenyra was the first from the lot to step forward, arms outstretched and a warm smile to greet her beloved and only daughter.

Eirlys wasted no time in breaking into a run, her silvery hair flying with the wind behind her before she was engulfed into her mother's embrace.

"You look beautiful my darling" Rhaenyra kissed the girl's forehead "oh how I've missed being able to hold you"

Daemon was right by his wife's side, who greeted the girl with another hug; a shorter one, but warm nonetheless.

"You are the very image of your mother" he smiled as he pulled away to look at the girl "they shall sing songs of your beauty"

"You flatter me, step-father" Eirlys smiled at the compliment "though I am no match for my mother's ethereal beauty"

"The scrolls will certainly record how you reak of dragon"

Eirlys rolled her eyes at her brother's comment.

"Well I can now say without guilt that I did not miss you Jace" The girl smiled before she hugged her brother who simply chuckled in response.

"Luke? My! what a handsome young lad you've become" Eirlys' smile grew even more as her eyes landed on one of her younger brothers "and dear gods, you've grown taller! Almost as tall as myself"

It was true, Lucerys had infact reached almost the same height as her, a few more years and he would indefinitely outgrow her.

The boy simply smiled at her, abashed. He let the girl playfully ruffle his brown curls before she hugged him.

"Joffrey my love" Eirlys wrapped her arms around the youngest as she bent on her knees to be on the same level as him, not caring about her dress being ruined "I've missed you so, look at how much you've grown, why you're nearly man enough to wield a sword"

"Rather clear who's her favourite" Jace muttered, earning a chuckle from Luke and Joffrey sticking out his tongue at them as a taunt.

"What brings you to Dragonstone, my dearest" Rhaenyra asked as she gently tucked a few strands of hair behind Eirlys' ear.

"Have the greens finally managed to bore you senseless" Daemon snickered "if this is about you wanting to dissolve the engagement with the one-eyed prince, just say the word and consider it done"

"It's actually quite the opposite" the girl put on a smile, despite the obvious hatred Daemon exhibited toward her betrothed. She'd just visited her family for the first time in years and did not wish to commence an argument "shall we head inside? I am rather tired"

"Of course" Rhaenyra ushered toward the gates "I shall have the servants prepare a warm bath for you. We shall have a feast tonight to welcome my daughter back"

The bath was rather refreshing.

Eirlys scrubbed at her skin, gently, to wash away the smell of smoke and dragon.

The oils provided here were a complete contrast to the ones she used at King's landing.

While she usually used ones that had hints of sweet florals or fruit, here she was given ones that gave off a gentle yet spicy fragrance like viburnum, mint and cloves.

She picked a maroon dress for dinner, to match with her mother who she'd seen wearing a red gown only moments after she finished bathing.

She wore her hair down but braided two locks of her hair on either side with a black ribbon and then tied them both at the back of her head, giving it the illusion of a braided crown.

For her jewellery, she scanned through one of her many expensive and intricate necklaces for she was known to take after her mother and prefer the choice of the more finer and precious jewels that her darling Aemond was well aware of. In fact, most of her jewellery were gifts from the prince, a token of his ever growing love for her.

She picked a gold necklace that had a small yet detailed head of a dragon for a pendant. In its mouth was an even smaller gem that was as blue as the sapphire Aemond wore, another symbol of their courtship.

She slipped on a ring made from valerian steel. It resembled twine twisting around to form a loop with three small diamonds placed randomly that represented her three brothers: Jace, Luke and Joffrey. A gift from her Mother on her two and tenth name day.

Once she was happy with her appearance, she walked toward the dining room, escorted by one of the guards.

The numerous candles lit provided a dim yet warm and welcoming ambience.

"Evening sister" Jace pulled out a chair for her "allow me"

Quiet the gentleman.

Jace returned the smile his sister gave, that was quiet similar to his mother's. He was slightly envious of her, how she had been blessed with their mother's looks as opposed him him and his brothers who took after their father.

Their true father.

Though one thing did make her stand out just like the rest of them, granted hers was not as obvious.

Her eyes.

Her eyes glowed like the brightest of flames when the fires of the room shone against them just right.

She did not have her mother's bluish-lilac eyes that most Targaryens had.

No. She, like the rest of them, had her father's brown eyes.

And yet not once did that ever make her question her legitimacy. Why would she? She had never been ridiculed at court like the rest of them.

Besides, the king had once told everyone it was the Baratheon blood in her that blessed her with those doe-like eyes.

He'd said the same for the boys upon seeing their appearance. But the lords and ladies at court found it much easier to believe Eirlys' legitimacy over theirs because of how loudly their appearance resembled that of the late lord Strong.

His envy never managed to overpower his love for her though, she was his little sister.

His little snowdrop that he would protect with his life.

There was almost nothing she could do or say that could ever make the prince turn against her.

"Does our uncle give you a hard time?" Luke asked as he took his seat beside his older sister.

"Prince Aemond is one of my closest friends at court" Eirlys beamed at the boy "he doesn't do anything that might hurt me"

Lies.

He had done, once. But that was water under the bridge.

"Of course he doesn't torment her" Jace switched glances from Eirlys to Luke "that side of his is reserved only for the both of us"

"Why does he hate you boys so?" Joffrey asked innocently, not knowing that he too was on Aemond's list of nuisances.

"He dislikes us because he believes mere rumours he once heard" Jace smiled as he came up with a quick response "you needn't take anything he says to heart"

"You're lucky you take after mother and not father" Luke muttered under his breath so that Joffrey might not hear.

"Luke!" Jace scolded.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eirlys asked cluelessly "our father Laenor was quiet charming"

"No that's not-"

"That is enough" Jace interrupted sternly. It was best that Eirlys didn't know. Knowledge of such would only complicate things further.

"Did I miss something?" Eirlys turned to Jace with a playful smile "have we grown apart so much that I can't be let in on a few secrets?"

"No of course not" The older boy assured "it's just Luke being mean. Lucerys, do not talk about father that way. Eirlys is right, Laenor was indeed a handsome man"

Luke rolled his eyes at his brother's attempt at forming a quick cover up. Jace was quiet the actor and quick to come up with solutions to escape a situation.

Though his farce did not fool his sister. These boys were her blood, she could quiet easily tell Luke had begun something that was a delicate matter, at least for Jace.

She did not bring it up since her mother and Daemon walked in to begin with their dinner. But she would question them about it later.

"So" Rhaenyra took a sip of her wine "do tell, my dearest, what has brought you back home to me? It must be rather important if you decided to fly here yourself"

"Perhaps she fled the city" Luke jested "living with those vipers must've been torturous"

Daemon laughed at this but Rhaenyra and Eirlys simply rolled their eyes.

Like mother, like daughter.

"I came to announce to you all about my wedding to prince Aemond" she told them as a smile crept to her face "it is to happen on the evening of the new moon"

"So soon?" Daemon tilted his head as he looked at her with confusion "seems sudden"

"It does, yes" Eirlys admitted "but the queen sees no more reason to prolong the engagement. And I too am more than eager to be wed"

Jace and Luke shared judgmental glances discreetly. It was no secret that the boys did not like her betrothed. Why would they when he addressed them by the term 'bastards' instead of their own names.

"I would be more than delighted if mother would accompany me back to King's landing to help with the wedding preparations" she turned to look at her mother with a hopeful expression "the queen offered to help with my wedding gown earlier but I declined and requested to design it with the presence and guidance of my mother as well"

Rhaenyra beamed with pride at her daughter.

"Of course my sweetheart" she answered with that smile still dancing on her lips "I would be delighted to help with anything you may need assistance with"

"I assume you will be wed in the sept then?" Daemon asked.

"She did wish for us to exchange vows in the sept, yes, but I made another request" the girl told him "I informed her of my desire to honour tradition and have an authentic valerian ceremony of exchanging marriage vows"

Daemon too was now sat there with a proud smile similar to Rhaenyra's.

"Should've made another request to exchange your husband for a better one" Jace muttered, proceeding to make a light hearted joke "or at the very least a complete one"

"Jace" his mother's tone was sharp, almost like a warning "your sister just announced her marriage, be nice"

"Aemond is not the same boy you once tormented" Eirlys sternly told them, subtly hinting that they too were to blame for the way he spoke to them "I agree he hurled treasonous insults but all of that is in the past. He paid the price with his eye. He is a man changed and the man who I am to take as my lord husband, I urge you to keep that in mind before you say anything against him"

Everyone at the table grew momentarily silent.

They had never heard Eirlys speak so sharply and least of all as defence against Aemond.

They all got the warning.

Eirlys was not the same girl she once was.

She would not stand an ill word against her betrothed.

The rest of the evening was a lot better even though it got off to an awkward start.

They exchanged stories and filled her in on things she'd missed out on over the years and she did the same.

By the time dinner ended and she was back in the chamber of her own, she began to write her letter to Aemond, letting him know that she had reached her family safely and that the news of their marriage was taken in with great joy, for the most part.

She rolled the parchment into a scroll after she'd signed her name and sealed it with her own emblem: a snowflake.

After sending it off with a raven, she headed to bed.

She was aware the letter would reach Aemond within a few hours time and knowing him, he would write one back as soon he'd received her's; which would most likely arrive on the morrow.

With the thought of waking up to a letter from her sweet prince, Eirlys let sleep take over her as she rest her head on the pillow after such a long and eventful day.

~

It had been three days.

Well, three days and sixteen hours to be specific.

Not that he was keeping track of it in his notebook.

But Aemond was starting to grow concerned.

In the span of these 'three' days, he'd written almost seven letter to Eirlys and not a single one was responded to.

He didn't think much of it when she didn't respond to his first or second one, she must've been so tired after her journey and then busy with her family.

But in his last two letters he had mentioned his worry and requested for a reply, even if it was a small piece ripped form a large parchment with nothing but her initials sighed in a corner.

But nothing.

No response.

He thought perhaps her family did not approve of their marriage and had maybe asked her to stay with them at Dragonstone permanently. But she had mentioned in her first and only letter they took the news rather joyously, so what could possibly be the reason behind her silence?

Another day passed.

And another.

Until it was finally the day he has been awaiting ever since he'd waved goodbye to Eirlys as she soared away from the Red Keep, above the city and into the clouds.

His beloved was returning to him again.

"You are like a puppy, you know that?" Aegon commented as he stood beside Aemond who awaited with anticipation for the arrival of the princess and her mother "a needy puppy who can't go on a single day without his master"

"Another word and I will have Ember burn you to crisp" Aemond casually stated as he held both his arms behind him. His shoulders were pushed back and his posture was upright. Aemond carried himself with a certain poise and gave off a dark and dominant aura that demanded respect from everyone who set their sights on him.

If his confident body language did not do the job, his intimidating stare did it for him.

This was something even Daeron looked up to and incorporated.

Meanwhile all Aegon cared about was drinking and sleeping; with random women most of the time.

Helaena, with her queen mother Alicent and her father and her husband the king too, were present.

Viserys still felt weak with his growing illness but he wished to be present to welcome his beloved daughter and his sweet granddaughter.

The sounds of the dragons screeching reached them before the sight of the dragons did.

The majestic winged beasts made themselves visible in their own time, slowly descending from the clouds and nearer to the castle grounds.

Rhaenyra was the first to dismount her dragon, Eirlys took her time undoing her chains.

Each of them greeted the princess Rhaenyra with a slight incline of the head, as a form of paying their respects which she also returned with the same gesture.

Aemond was more eager to see Eirlys than his half sister and he shamelessly marched away from his family and walked toward her, extending his hand to help her off the saddle, that she took.

"I have missed you dearly" he looked down at her fondly.

"As did I my prince" she replied with a smile, yet not looking up to face him.

Aemond looked at her confused, none of the nobles from court were present. Why was she addressing him so formally? Perhaps she hadn't taken notice of it yet.

"It is just us, jorrāelagon" (love) he looked at her with a playful smirk whilst assuring her that it was only him and his family present "you may discard the use of such formalities-"

"I am rather tired" she told him as he walked her back to greet the rest of his family "forgive me but I need to retire to my chambers and indulge in a bath"

And with that she left him to say her hello's to the others before she made her way to her chambers at court.

Aemond was so lost as to what had happened.

Why was she being so distant? And with the day of their wedding nearing. Perhaps it was just nerves?

He would not let whatever he fought for, quiet literally, wither away so quickly.

Rhaenyra did not speak much with her step-siblings, most of her conversations were with Alicent and her father Viserys. Though Aemond and his siblings stood there with their father, mother and grandfather, a polite gesture.

The prince marched to Eirlys' chambers soon after his family had dispersed and the dragons were taken to the pit.

In truth he wanted to desperately talk to Eirlys as soon as she walked away from the others but he remained stood alongside his mother only because Eirlys had informed him she wished to bathe first.

He knocked twice and awaited her permission, which came after an interval of a few seconds.

He swiftly opened the door and walked in, taking long strides toward her.

"What's wrong?" She asked when she saw the expression he wore; a mix between concern and hurt. Her eyes darted away as quickly as they'd turned to examine him, not wishing to hold eye contact.

"That's a question I ought to ask you" he simply told her, his voice sounding a lot harsher than he intended "what's wrong?"

"Nothing I-"

"You're being so distant and it took barely a few words for me to notice something is off" he told her as he took a step closer, suddenly feeling so far away from her even though she was within arms reach "you refuse to call me by my name Eirlys! It was you who said I am your closest friend before I am your betrothed"

"I am aware" she briskly responded, unsure if she should let her disappointment show or if she should maintain her calm composure.

She wanted to tell him everything but she would not let him have the satisfaction of knowing that his negligence of her while she was away had such an effect.

That along with a certain conversation she had with her brothers had put her through quiet a spiral of emotions.

"What's gotten into you?" He finally snapped, his voice on the danger of cracking. Aemond didn't know the last time he'd cried and he certainly did not want to break down now "you don't look at me, you don't say my name, you didn't even respond to any of my letters!"

"You wrote me letters?" Eirlys finally raised her head to meet his gaze.

Her eyes softened when she looked into his, it carried such sorrow that it made her heart clench at the sight. She did not wish to be the reason behind her beloved's sadness. But at the same time, he was also the reason behind hers, again.

"I did" he sadly replied "y-you never..."

"I never received any" it was her who took a step toward him this time. Days worth of sorrow and anger vanished in a matter of seconds when Aemond told her that he did write to her "in fact it was I who wrote to you numerous times"

"I only ever received one of your letters, the one you sent on the very night you reached Dragonstone" he told her "I wrote back to you soon after, seven times"

The both of them were so confused as to how neither of their letters made it to them. Did the birds fly astray? It would be an odd occurrence for it to happen for each letter that was sent.

But who would benefit from breaking their union?

No other lord in the realm had ever approached Eirlys with the intention of courting her. Neither did any lady make advances on Aemond with hopes of being his lady wife.

An odd occurrence indeed.

One thing was clear, this couldn't be something that happened by chance.

"I was afraid you would not return" the prince sighed as he reached out to hold her hands in his "i thought that perhaps you..."

"Shh" she went up on her toes to rest her forehead against his.

She did not want to talk further about something that had put them through complete misery in the last few days. She simply wanted to be with him. To feel his presence.

To some this might seem so silly. But this was their first time being apart.

Never in their lives had they spent a single day apart so for them suddenly to be away from each other for a little less than a week, when their days since childhood revolved around each other, was rather difficult for the both of them.

She was relieved that he did not forget her or resort to ignore her and the letters she wrote. Thought it did upset her. The misplacement of the letters had put her in a rather horrible mood in the past couple of days.

She couldn't deny that it did cross her mind that perhaps Aemond had resorted to following Aegon's ways with regards to tending to his sexual urges.

A fleeting thought that she pushed away the moment it came.

Aemond would never. He had promised.

A gentle smile graced her lips when she felt Aemond welcoming her into an embrace as his toned arms wrapped around her smaller frame, pulling her cautiously closer to him.

He smelled of green apple with a hint of charred sandalwood. His smell accompanied by the sound of the crackling fire in her cozy room felt like home.

He was her home,

Her heart,

Everything.

"Change of oils" Aemond softly mumbled as he placed a kiss atop her head that he then rested his chin on "you smell different"

"Do you not like it?" Eirlys asked, knowing well that he, in fact, did.

She had carried with her some of the oils that her mother used to give her at their castle, suddenly rather fond of the spicy scented ones over the sweet ones here at court.

Dianthus and lemon balm is the one she'd picked to bathe in to drive away the smell that lingered after a dragon ride that went on for too long.

"It's a nice change" he rocked her gently "very sultry"

Eirlys responded with a soft 'hmm', a habit she'd picked up from Aemond himself. They once again embraced the comfortable silence. It offered some solace from the busy life at court.

"I love you Aemond" Eirlys interrupted the quietness of the room as she pulled back slightly just to look up at him.

After days of feeling her absence, it felt reliving to hear her say his name whilst in the security of his arms. Arms that he'd wielded the sharpest of swords with. With which he would kill for her.

He looked down at her and then a single tear rolled down his cheek, then another, and another.

Aemond never let his emotions out. He was the one who bottled it all up and never let anything show on the surface.

But with Eirlys he'd felt a sort of calm wash over him. It gave him a sense of belongingness, a blanket of safety, like you'd feel within your home.

She was his home.

He didn't know what he felt in that moment.

Relaxed?

Relieved?

Happy?

The girl's expression quickly turned into one of concern as she reached up to gently wipe away the tears.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

Aemond smiled for the first time in days as he sniffled.

"I love you"

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[emonydeborah]

November fluff prompt 7: protection

Una’s eyes flew open. She rapidly took in her surroundings- mud walls, sunlight streaming through a window, a mound of pillows underneath her- and took stock of herself. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth and her head throbbed. Her left leg was wrapped in a homemade splint.

“Una?” Chris shuffled into view, looking concerned. He had been sitting near her head, and Una turned her stiff neck to look at him.

“What happened?” she asked, and squinted in the sun. Memories were trickling back as she came fully to her senses. She and Chris had been running, and then there had been that ravine out of nowhere, and then-

Nothing.

“You took a dive off a cliff,” Chris said, halfway between amusement and reprimand. “I laid low with you until the villagers passed, and then I carried you here. I found this settlement with your tricorder.”

“With the people trying to kill us?”

Chris shook his head and rubbed his face. Now that she was awake, Una could tell he was bone tired.

“Apparently this village hates that village,” he said with a shrug. “Enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

Una shifted on the pillows, grunting, until she propped herself up on her elbows. “How long was I out?”

“Fourteen hours.” Una’s eyes bugged out.

“And you didn’t wake me up?” She lurched up and assessed her leg. It was not going to be easy to leverage herself up off the pillows.

“I figured you could use the sleep,” Chris said with a rueful smile. “I kept an eye on you. Tricorder showed no sign of brain damage, so no reason to wake you.”

Una stared up at him and did some mental math. “You’re saying you’ve been awake for twenty-five hours?” He nodded. “Chris! You should have woken me up! I could have at least kept watch-”

“Una.” Chris laid his hand on her shoulder and applied gentle pressure. She could have pushed through it, but the look in his eyes told her to yield. She reluctantly settled back into the pillows, and had to admit the throbbing ache in her leg lessened considerably.

“You’re hurt.” He squeezed her shoulder. “I’m okay. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

Una took in his haggard face and the slope of his shoulders. But his eyes were sure, and his hand was steady on her shoulder. She covered his hand with her own.

“I know.”

[storms-corner]

a little fic with eve and konstantin talking about oksana that just wouldn't leave my mind.. enjoy! (855 words)

Oksana lays sleeping in Eve’s arms. Her cheek on the comfortable swell of Eve’s breast. Her legs resting on Konstantin’s lap. Her hand is curled small on Eve’s chest and even in sleep her mouth continues the gentle suckling motions on her pacifier. Eve cradles her, propping her sleep-heavy body up with one arm and resting her other hand on Oksana’s belly. The little one had complained about a bellyache earlier.  

Konstantin has one hand on Oksana’s calf and holds a cup of coffee to his mouth with the other. It’s early in the afternoon and the three of them had just eaten a slice of homemade marble cake. Oksana had gotten sleepy not much later and, naturally, used her mommy as a pillow.  

“Getting her to nap by herself is a battle, but as soon as I’m available to sleep on she doesn’t miss a single opportunity,” Eve chuckles.  

Konstantin barks out a soft laugh. “You’re warm and comfy, why would she pick her bed over that?” 

“True, true,” Eve smiles. She looks down at Oksana lovingly. “I can’t complain. Not really.” 

“She is very clingy,” Konstantin ascertained. He scratched his beard thoughtfully. “I’m not very proud of how I acted the first time I met her. Little her, I mean.” 

“No?” Eve inquired, her hand rubbing Oksana’s belly gently. “How come?” 

Konstantin sighs and looks at Oksana, as if to make sure she was truly asleep. Which she was. She was nothing but a heavy lump on Eve’s lap. 

“I didn’t understand it, and because I didn’t understand it, I was cruel,” he admitted. “I came to her flat in Paris one evening. She had gotten a job with short notice, she had to leave the morning after, so I had to hurry to tell her. I usually never visited in the evening; she always said it was her time. I respected that, but this time I had to make an exception.” 

He takes a sip of his coffee. “So, I used my key and came in. She was sitting in her bed with a colouring book, already in her pyjamas. I figured it was just one of her strange ideas, she was always a little childish, so I didn’t care. I told her about the job, that she had to go in the morning, and she was upset. She was never upset! She said ‘no, no, I don’t want to’, and her eyes were all full of tears,” he said and gestured to his own eyes. “She was like Irina when she was little and didn’t want to get dressed, so I did the terrible thing that I also did to Irina. I yelled that she had to do it, that she had no choice, that The Twelve would be angry. She seemed to ... snap out of it. And she agreed to do it.” 

Eve listens attentively to Konstantin’s story. Villanelle had never told her, he hadn’t told her either. But it seemed like he needed to let it out.  

“I put her on the train the next morning and I could see she had been crying the whole night. She didn’t say anything, she just sat in the corner with her thumb in her mouth,” he said. “That was the first time she was hurt on a job. It was terrible all around. Sometimes I don’t understand why Oksana lets me get close to her, let alone watch her when you’re not here.” 

“Your relationship has always been far from conventional,” Eve reminds him with a smile. “We can’t expect ourselves to understand everything the first time we see it. You knew the assassin, you didn’t know Oksana. You responded that way because it’s how you responded to Irina, and it’s probably how your dad responded to you.” 

“Now you’re digging deep,” Konstantin chuckled. “Eh, I think you are right. There was a lot of yelling. I just passed it on.” 

“I know it sounds cliché, but Oksana did help me look at things differently,” Eve said. “You don’t yell anymore. I can’t remember you ever yelling at her. She talks about you a lot, and it’s never anything bad. It’s mostly ‘when’s Konstantin coming?’ over and over until I call you so she can ask you herself.” 

Konstantin laughs heartily. “You’re saying I shouldn’t torture myself with it?” 

Eve smiles. “Yeah. If she can let it go, you can let it go,” she says. “Oksana and I have worked a lot on letting things go. She trusts me with basically everything now, but that wasn’t always the case. She used to scream if I moved too suddenly, she used to throw herself out of the bathtub when it was time to wash her hair, she used to hide food in the closet because she was afraid I wouldn’t feed her.” 

She looks down at her sleeping girl and kisses the top of her head. “But she’s never scared anymore. And she’s never scared of you,” Eve says.  

Konstantin hums and smiles softly. He reaches over and caresses Oksana’s cheek tenderly. A smile twitches on her lips around the pacifier.  

[softquietsteadylove]

Okay I’m glad we can cry about the vow au together, because if Thena’s going to keep remembering things when her sweet and precious Gil makes her a treat I might just never stop asking for it 😭 would love to read more, whatever you think comes next i’m happy to read!!!

"Sweetie?"

Thena looked up from her pillow. She looked particularly miserable, which made sense; she had never done well when sick. "Hm?"

Gil stepped into the guest room with his tray in hand. He nudged the door closed before setting it down on the dresser, "how are you feeling, hon?"

Thena blinked her glassy green eyes at him, "I'm sorry to make you take care of me like this."

Gil just shook his head. She had no memory of him nursing her back to health when a flu took her down hard after their first trip together. Her first cold with him as a couple when she kept insisting he couldn't see her with her runny nose and blotchy fever skin. Even when she had some bad periods that could make her growly.

She thought of herself as a real lioness, but he couldn't help but think of a plush, ragdoll cat who kept hissing at him.

He leaned forward, kissing her clammy forehead. "I think your fever's broken, at least. Did you get a little rest?"

Thena just nodded, pulling up her knees under the covers so he could sit on the edge of the bed. "Did you apologise to Ajak for me?"

"Hey, come on, people get sick, it happens," he chuckled as he patted her knees. "I have some time off to use, and she understands. They can do without me for a few days."

"I don't know how true that is," she muttered as he retrieved the tray. She straightened her legs again so he could stand it up over her lap. "Your customers will be missing out on your perfect croissants."

He grinned, offering her the mug of tea first. "And my seasalt vanilla fours?"

Thena's smile turned soft and a little shy. He was elated, though--ever since their first date and their kiss, he had been excited to see how they would continue to progress their relationship.

"Here," he whispered, adjusting the platter he had brought with him. "I made you some homemade chicken soup, nothing too heavy. I boiled the chicken in the broth, like Hainanese chicken rice. I gave you a little side of rice if you wanna dip it in the broth, but don't force yourself. Some cucumbers, but they're not pickled because I don't think it's good for you if you're sick--I guess I don't really know."

Thena tilted her head at him, her hair rustling against one of the many pillows propping her up. She kept insisting she looked awful, but he thought she looked as beautiful as always. "Thank you."

He sighed a little, trying not to make it obvious that he was mourning a time when this would be natural for them. But he adjusted the little cilantro flower he included on her napkin, "in sickness and in health, right?"

Thena's expression changed, but she gave him one of those gorgeous smiles that used all her teeth and picked up her spoon, "I suppose you're right."

Gil looked around the room, standing to pick up the extra blanket she had picked off in her sleep, as well as some pajama changes. It was hard to tell how messy she could be at times based on the polished appearance of his wife, but he liked picking up after her (most of the time).

"Gil?"

He looked back at her as he folded up the blanket. She had her big sad kitten eyes on again. "What's up?"

"You're not going to sit with me?"

His face split into a grin, even if she seemed a little sheepish about it. He knew it wasn't something she would ask easily, and obviously she had kind of just let it slip. But he all but dropped the blanket and threw himself onto the bed again. "Of course I am."

Thena settled against the pillows again after he gave her knee a squeeze on his way to lying on his side to face her. "Did you eat?"

"I grazed while I was cooking," he excused easily. He'd had some rice and a few pieces of chicken, mostly concerned with getting the flavours right for Thena's weakened state.

Thena eyed him, nudging the dish of rice he had specifically described as optional, "I won't eat it all anyway."

That was true, she tended to eat less in terms of the starch of any dish. Gil chuckled, "okay."

Placated by him picking up the rice and using the chopsticks, she continued using the spoon to sip the broth. She was delicate about it. It reminded him of the first time they'd gotten ramen together--she'd held her hair back while taking delicate little bites the whole time. He'd found it unbearably cute while he'd guzzled his back in minutes. Of course he ordered another bowl so she wouldn't have to eat alone.

Thena's eyes watered a little, but he squinted. Was it just the general sickness, was it her fever coming back, was there too much ginger? She sniffled, putting the spoon down. "I know this taste."

Ah, his sweet wife. He put the rice down gently before reaching for her hand. "I make it for you every time you're sick. You know how to make it too."

"I do?" she asked, staring at him as if he'd suggested she knew rocket science. "Me?"

"Yes, you," he reached out to tap her nose, but she leaned away from him. "All you do is add the aromatics to the pot with the whole chicken, even you can do it."

"Hm," she remarked quietly, staring at the meal she couldn't believe she would be capable of replicating.

"I made it for you the first time you were sick when we were dating," he continued, picking up some cucumber for himself. "I surprised you with it, showed up at your doorstep--very romantic, y'know."

She gave him a look, definitely knowing that she - in the story - hadn't appreciated being ambushed.

"You told me I shouldn't have and that you looked awful, but I couldn't have been more in love with you," he sighed, fluttering his lashes at her. She rolled her eyes, but he could see her smiling just a tiny little bit. "I delivered this dish and we hung out a little. You told me I would get sick, I said I wouldn't, and you were totally right, I got sick the next day."

She tilted her head the other way and raised her eyebrows at him, unimpressed to say the least.

He shrugged though, still grinning. "But I didn't want to admit it, so I told you I was healthy as a horse and couldn't make our date that week because of a work emergency."

"Deceitful," she murmured, pursing her lips at it.

"Come on, just a harmless little lie, y'know," he pursed his lips right back at her, even hitting her with his own sad puppy eyes.

She looked back into the bowl and took a loud sip. He would take that as him being forgiven. "I remember you coming over."

"Really?" he sat up straighter.

She nodded, taking another, slower, quieter sip. "No one had ever done that for me before. I was so astounded. And the food was so good it made me want to cry."

"No crying," he whispered, keeping his eye on her now, watching for tears. Not that it wasn't a chef's dream to have people cry from their food, but this was different.

"Kari called me to ask how I was doing," she smiled more at the memory as it came to her. They were coming more often and at greater length. It was nothing if not encouraging. "I told her that this very sweet guy I was seeing brought me some homemade chicken rice. She practically slapped her phone in her hurry to tell me to 'lock it down'."

Gil made a face, stroking the hair on his chin, "she's wise."

Thena shook her head at him again, but he could tell she was falling for his charm all over again. "I suppose I followed her advice, didn't I?"

So much came to mind, but Gil leaned forward to kiss her forehead again, which continued to feel cooler to the touch, "I'm lucky you did."

Thena leaned into his affection. She had gotten more used to it as they continued to explore their relationship, and he really had the feeling that she was looking for more sometimes. He would save that for a time when she wasn't ill.

"You keep eating," he encouraged, moving the rice closer to her again in hopes of tempting her.

"But-"

"I'll get a bowl for myself and come right back," he promised, sealing it with a wink and everything. His wife gave him another look of feigned exasperation, but she was already waiting for his return, preciously clutching her rice to eat with him.

[novelconcepts]

hiiii, would you mind doing 9. confessions with taivan from your recent wedding fic? i love it so much!

9 - Confessions a scene from this 'verse

"Tell me something."

Taissa rolls onto her back. From this position, she can see her dress puddled on the hotel floor, Van's pants hastily cast over the desk, and Van herself stretched out at the other end of the mattress with both hands behind her head. It's a good position. She considers having a painting done up.

"Like what?"

"I dunno," Van says, her voice husky. A little too much use, probably. She hadn't been nearly as quiet here as back in the wedding venue. "Something fun. Tell me a secret."

"You want me to use my one-night stand as a confessional?" Taissa swings for a second pillow, propping her head up. Now her view is just about perfect. Van's silk shirt hanging open against pale skin. The maroon welts at her throat and clavicle. The sheet pooled low at her hips, barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Not that Taissa needs her imagination. Not that Van hasn't spent the last several hours living up to every fantasy quite marvelously. If you're going to hook up at a wedding, this is certainly the way to do it.

"I think you already know all the important bits," Tai tells her. Van gives a throaty laugh.

"C'mon. You chicken? You too chicken to tell a stranger a secret?"

"We're hardly strangers after all of that."

Van makes a clucking noise and grins. "Come on. I didn't think I was bedding a wuss."

"I already told you I cheated on my last girlfriend," Taissa protests. "It's your turn to tell a secret."

She watches Van shift, her brow creasing faintly as she adjusts her legs under the sheet. One slides free, tangling with Tai's, and she reaches unthinkingly down to trace Van's shin with the tips of her nails.

"I never graduated kindergarten," Van says. She's watching Taissa draw circles in her skin, her eyes fluttering slightly when Tai applies pressure. "And that feels good."

"You never graduated kindergarten?" Taissa repeats. She'd been expecting something a little spicier. For Van to say she's really into bondage, actually, or has always wanted to have sex on a rooftop. Not something so banal, it simply must be true.

Van lifts one shoulder. "Weird, right? My family moved right before the year ended, and they weren't going to bother putting me in a new class for a few weeks. No one ever seemed the wiser."

Taissa is still tracing her skin, exploring a map of freckles. "So, basically, your diploma doesn't count."

"Maybe not. Does that cut my appeal?" She hikes up on her elbows. Her smile is radiant, and Taissa feels her heart flutter in automatic response.

"It should."

"But...?" Van hoists up to her knees, scooting across the bed. Every inch closed brings a fresh flush of heat to Taissa's skin. In a second, she will be within kissing distance again, and even though they've already made use of that desk--and the armchair--and the bed itself--

"I guess I'll let it slide," Tai tells her, a hand curling around the back of Van's neck. "After taking into consideration your many other successes."

"Thank you," Van says, almost primly. "Allow me to show my gratitude. And then you can tell me a secret."

Taissa groans, laughing even as Van bends to kiss her. "You suck."

"And I expect a good one, dude." She grins wickedly against Taissa's lips. "I'll be here all night."

[littlemissomega]

Cravings

Natasha romanoff! x pregnant!reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, strap on, hypersensitive, nipple play, aftercare, pet names, Russian pet names

Summary: Y/N wakes up with intense pregnancy cravings

Masterlist

"'Tasha?" Y/N whispers.

Natasha squints at the clock in the dark room. 2:37 a.m. Natasha knows there's only two reasons her very pregnant wife would make her up this early; she's hungry, or horny.

"Yes, Девочка (Babygirl)?"

"We reallyyyyy need some persimmons right now, 'Tasha,"

Natasha smiles at her in the dark.

"You need them?" Natasha asks.

"Uh huh! Please, 'Tasha! I've literally been having dreams about them!"

Pregancy has been really hard on Y/N. Between the intense morning sickness, back pain, and mood swings, she hasn't been able to do much of anything. Natasha has tried to do everything she can to help her, but its been hard on both of them

"Okay, luvie, I'll get you and baby some persimmons," Natasha chuckles, kissing Y/N on the nose before dragging herself out of bed.

"Ooo and some pickles! The Slovakian ones!" Y/N calls from bed.

"As you wish," Natasha smiles.

Y/N props herself up against the pillows happily as she waits for Natasha to return. Her hands subconsciously go to her growing belly.

Natashs comes back in a few moments later carying a bowl full of sliced persimons and pickles. She plops back down on the bed and hands yn the bowl and a fork.

"Here you go, my luv,"

"Thank you, 'tasha," she smiles.

Natasha rests her hands on her wife's bump as Y/N eats. Natasha realizes Y/N is wearing nothing but one of Natasha us oversized t shirts.

Shes done that a lot throughout her pregancy. Between her growing bump and swelling breasts, none of her clothes fit anymore. And her skin as been almost hypersensitive, so underwear isn't very comfortable either.

Its driven Natasha absolutely fertile to come home from work to find her wife cooking or sleeping in nothing but one of her shirts. It's taken all of her self restraint not to bend her over the counter and fuck her silly every day.

Natasha snaps out of her thinking as yn tucks her sleeve.

"You know what else I really need?" Yn whispers.

Thats odd. Yn usually says 'we' when taking about the cravings she and the baby has.

"What, Девочка?"

"The blue strap with the pink tip! Please 'tasha, want it so bad!" Y/N whimpers.

Natasha is taken aback by the request despite how often this happens. Pregnancy hormones have also made Y/N extra horny.

"It's late, button, and you need your rest! We should-" Natasha starts gently.

"No! Mommy I need it so so bad! I'm so fucking wet, Mommy! Look!"

Y/N parts her legs and grabs Natasha as hand, putting it on her most sensitive parts. She whimper at how cold Natasha is hand is.

Natsha gasps at how wet her wife is. She must be dripping all over the sheets.

"Awww my poor baby," Natasha croons.

"Please, Mommy! Need you do bad!"

"Okay, button, shhh," Natasha whispers, stroking her throbbing clit.

She lets out a loud moan from the stimulation. Natasha could blow on her clit and make her cum.

"Natasha!" She whines as Nat moves her hand away.

"Nu uh uh! That's not my name, silly girl," Natasha responds as she reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out the strap Y/N asked for, pulling it on.

"I'm sorry, Mommy! Just need you so bad!" Y/N whimpers.

"I know, button," Natasha chuckles, "just lay back and let Mommy take care of you,"

Natasha eases her onto her back and pushes her shirt up to her chin.

"F-fuck," yn moans as Natasha tweaks her sensitive nipples, "Mommy!"

"I know, Девочка. You're so fucking sensitive,"

Natasha starts grinding the tip of her strap against Y/N's clit, causing her to jolt forward and grab her arm.

"M-mommy, please!"

Natasha simply hums at her and lines her strap up with her dripping entrance. Y/N's nails dig into her arm as her strap slides in.

Every one of Y/N's nerves are on fire and warmth fills her belly. Natasha starts slowly and deeply thrusting into her, causing her climax to build even faster.

"Gonna cum!" Y/N moans.

"I know, button. Cum for Mommy," Natasha whispers, her fingers continues to rub Y/N's sensitive clit.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Y/N babbles as she tips off the edge.

Y/N squirts everywhere as her climax takes her over. Natasha gently works her through it, whispering how perfect and beautiful she is.

"Умница (good girl)," Natasha croons, pulling out.

Natasha gently picks her wife up and carries her to the bathroom, flipping on the tub facet. The tub fills with warm water as Natasha gently pulls off yns shirt. Natasha finishes undressing herself and puts her wife in the tub; sliding in behind her. The warm water stings Y/N's sensitive skin and she moans.

"You were so perfect, my luv," Natasha whispers in her ear, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too, Natty," yn smiles, "Oh!" She jolts forward a little.

"what? What's wromg?" Natasha as, worried.

"Feel this," Y/N smiles, grabbing Nat's hand and placing it on her stomach.

Natasha smiles as she feels the baby kick against her hand. Y/n looks over her shoulder and giggles at her.

"I'm so excited!"

"Me too," Natasha smiles, "you're gonna be such a good mom, Девочка,"

"You are too,"

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OC Kiss Week day 3! A piece set in the Tabris Cousinverse, where my friends and I take our Tabris (and other city elf OCs) and put them in each others' worlds, AUs, and any other excuse we can think of for OC crossover content 😌🌸

Some tooth-rotting fluff between @exalted-dawn-drabbles' Shaesa and my Ariya :3

read it on ao3 here

Female Tabris & Female Tabris | Rated G | 826 words | CW: implied/referenced fantasy racism

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In a haze of sleep, Ariya barely registered the brush of lips across her ear. She shoved out mindlessly and her hand met a squishy mass—a nose, in fact.

“Hey, stop that,” hissed Shaesa. Her breath was hot and indignant against Ariya’s cheek. Rubbing the grogginess from her eyes, Ariya propped herself up on one arm. At this pre-dawn hour, darkness still utterly blanketed their shack, but her eyes glinted their ire just the same.

“It’s so early, Shae,” she complained. “What are you doing?”

“I want to try something. C’mon!”

“Why do I need to get up if you want to try something?” Ariya grumbled. She burrowed deeper under her meager blanket. A futile effort—it was only just Wintermarch and their poorly patched walls did nothing to keep the chill out. “Go on, before you wake my father up.”

“He loves me,” Shaesa smirked. With a scowl, Ariya flicked a finger against her arm.

“Exactly—if he catches us up at this hour, if we wake him up at this hour, it’ll be my hide on the tanning rack. If you want to go and do something foolish, I’m not stopping you. But go.”

Shaesa pouted. “You’re no fun. What do I have to do to get you to come with me?”

“Wait a few hours?”

“Assume I won’t be doing that and give me a better answer.”

Ariya sighed and twisted to face her cousin again, tangling her legs in the blanket. “How likely are you to crack open your skull doing whatever it is you’re planning?”

To her credit, Shaesa actually paused to consider for a moment. “Like…forty percent? Less, if things go really, really well.”

“Maker’s mercy.” Ariya shoved her blanket to the foot of the bed with a reluctant groan and tugged on her boots. After a moment’s consideration, she fluffed up her measly pillow and pulled the blanket over it instead. Best not make it too easy, if Father should wake and catch her out of bed.

Shaesa dragged her down the alienage’s rough dirt path, over to one of the abandoned shops. Checking over her shoulder, she ducked through a gap in the rotting planks, leaving Ariya to squeeze behind her. In the former storage room, a branch had fallen over the alienage wall and cleaved away half the roof.

“Yes!” Shaesa punched her fist into the air, grinning. Not at all following her line of excitement, Ariya blinked blearily and looked around.

Then she saw it: a ladder, leaning casually against the far wall. Shaesa tested a few of the rungs before propping it against the crumbling outer wall.

“C’mon,” she urged. “We’ll miss it!”

“Miss what?” Ariya hissed, but Shaesa had already scampered up the ladder. Minding anything that might snag her cloak, Ariya followed.

When she poked her head up out of the hold, she was surprised to find an unobstructed view out to the ocean. Not a good view, mind you—the alienage was too far inland for that. Only rich shems lived on the coast. But even a window like this was a rare find; humans liked building tall structures around the alienage wall, so they could pretend it wasn’t there.

“How did you find this?” she whispered, forgetting they were well beyond the range of any hahren’s ears now.

“Used my eyes.” Shaesa smirked—insufferable, but she unpacked some crusts and a wine skin from her satchel, so Ariya was inclined to forgive a little lip. Gingerly, she scooted across the cracked tiles. It seemed solid enough, but they’d also climbed through a massive hole, so some caution was warranted. She leaned back against the long-cold chimney, one leg pressed along the length of Shaesa’s, and took a swig of the wine.

Shaesa gestured toward the horizon with a half-chewed crust. “Any minute now. It’ll totally be worth it.”

The sun broke over the Amaranthine Ocean before Ariya could even scoff her skepticism—and it was worth it. Pinks and reds and oranges painted the sky and reflected off the rippling surface of the water, more beautiful than any stained glass Chantry window. Ariya’s breath caught. Any annoyance at the rude awakening, her father’s potential ire, vanished with the dawn.

“Oh, it’s wonderful,” she breathed.

“Told you so.”

They watched the sun climb the rest of the way over the horizon, washing the nearly stale bread down with wine until the skin ran dry. Eventually, though, the rest of the alienage began to stir and Ariya felt reality and responsibility creeping along the edges of their little bubbly.

Shaesa knew it too. She brushed her lips over Ariya’s cheek and smirked.

“Thank you for indulging me.”

Ariya caught her hand and squeezed, matching her with an indulgent smile of her own. As if she could ever say no to her cousin.

“Let’s go,” she said, gesturing reluctantly to the ladder. “We need to get back before we’re missed.”