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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.2 K Warnings: PG-13 smut, basically it get's steamy Prompt: Whatever could possibly happen when the three of you find yourselves in the prefect's bathroom? Alone and unsupervised? Surely it would be nothing scandalous. This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Not Proofread

Chapter 63: Something About You

When Sirius burst out of the water you were still standing there with your wand held in between your teeth, although it was harder to keep it in place since you couldn’t stop your laughter.

“You traitor!” He said as he stood up and threw an accusing finger at you.

“But I did nothing,” you said with a small shrug after taking the wand out of your mouth.

“Did you even need your wand?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile and waved it towards the faucet, a jet of blue water jumped from one of the taps and straight towards his face (it was the cold water stream rather than the hot, you made sure).

There was a mix of amusement and irritation on his face as you did. “How dare you? you little Vixen!” he said as he jumped your way, but you sank into the water and swam behind Remus in an instant. By the time you resurfaced, the crown of your head was filled with bubbles and Sirius was looking for you by moving his hands over the foam on the other side. Your hair was still a little stiff from the mud, but the warm water was dissolving it rather fast.

“What? Is it only fun when it’s you the one throwing people into the water?”

“Naturally,” Sirius retorted.

Remus let out an amused scoff, and you leaned on his shoulder as you looked at Sirius with a pout he wouldn’t call anything but adorable.

“But it wasn’t even me the one that pulled you in,” you added with a small smile.

“But you compelled Moony to do so,” He said as he leaned his head back on the side of the massive tub.

“Compelled?” you said, savouring each syllable of the word. “Perhaps I did…”

“See, it’s like premeditated murdеr, but you premeditated throwing me into the water.”

“Would that make Remus my accomplice?”

“When hasn’t Remus been your accomplice?!”

“Touché.”

Sirius gave you a knowing smirk and then swam towards one of the windows and pressed his hair under the water taps, letting the water rinse the mud that was still all over his hair as he gently brushed strands with his fingers.

You smiled as you looked at him and decided to do the same, swimming closer to him and leaning your head under the one with red water, which was just the right temperature for melting the mud without scorching you. Remus veered closer to the two of you, but since he didn’t have nearly as much mud on himself, he just leaned his head back and washed it on the water.

“Is it gone?” Sirius asked Remus as he turned around.

“Ugh, almost…” Remus said as he leaned a little closer. He was a bit hesitant when he approached Sirius. They had always been close, even physically close, but not necessarily intimate. And it’s not that touching Sirius’ head would be overly intimate, but it was something you did all the time, and back when they were younger, Sirius was very picky about whom he allowed to touch his hair, especially since some girls insisted on playing with it while complaining about his being so much silkier than their own. “There’s still some in the middle you can’t see.”

“Help me?” Sirius asked as if it were the most natural thing ever. It made Remus feel much more at ease.

“You don’t mind?” Remus asked as he approached him, his touch was slow, and he was insanely careful as he combed his fingers through the other boy’s hair. The water was soapy, and it made his hands glide even easier than he pictured it would be. Sirius’ hair had always looked stupidly soft, but it felt softer, nicer even, than his imagination.

“Why would I?” Sirius asked as he allowed his head to lean back, he side-eyed you, raising an eyebrow and shooting a short wink as you continued to rub the mud of your hair. He was obviously boasting about Remus playing with his hair instead of yours. You didn’t mind it at all, seeing them be so domestic around the other was heartwarming and other things…

Remus shrugged, “Cause I’m a man.”

“And? Tu es mon amoureux.”

Remus tried not to roll his eyes at the choice of words. He knew amoureux was lover now. “Yeah but, you just discovered you’re into men…”

Sirius smirked. “I rather think I’m into werewolves and faeries,” he said as he turned to look at Remus teasingly.

Remus pulled one of the strands of hair from his head to get him back into facing forward, firstly because he was a tease and he deserved it. Secondly, because he didn’t want Sirius to see the blush creeping up his neck. You saw it though.

“Oi! You’re savage!”

“Happens to you for being in love with werewolves and faeries,” you said with a smirk.

“What I’m trying to say is–” Remus said as he methodically brushed his fingers on Sirius scalp, keeping his hands busy grounded him. “It’s sometimes harder for men when they’re just discovering they’re into other men to accept small touches and things.”

Sirius frowned, turning around to look at Remus. You understood exactly what Remus meant. Discovering queerness wasn’t exactly easy for some people. And it was often weird to allow someone of the same gender to do things you’d only ever learned where possible for a different one. But for Sirius, there didn’t seem to be a difference.

“You think I wouldn’t allow you to touch me the way Vixen would just because of what’s in between your legs, is that it?”

Remus swallowed and nodded, Sirius being so close still spiked his nerves, even if they’d kissed already.

“Well men–”

“But you aren’t just any man. You’re Moony,” he retorted. “Our Moony. I don’t care if you touch my hair, or if you hold my hand, or…” he hesitated, looking down towards Remus’ lips before biting his own, “Or if you kiss my lips.”

Remus seemed at a loss for words. In fact, you would have ventured to say he had stopped breathing altogether. He had. It had never been so easy to be with a man before, so natural. The way Sirius saw things made him feel so at ease it was borderline ridiculous, especially compared to how much harder it had been for him to understand and make peace with his own sexualiuty.

You’d stopped brushing your hair altogether, the conversation ahead being much more relevant than whatever mud was still clinging to your strands. If there was someone else, perhaps you would have made a bet, to see who leaned into the other person first. You would have lost it.

It was Moony the one that closed the gap. Placing his hands on the nape of Sirius’ neck and bringing his lips towards his mouth. There was something irrefutably tender about that kiss, that you were smiling like a fool as you looked at them both.

“Say that again,” Moony breathed into Sirius’ lip.

“What?” Sirius teased shortly after.

“OUR MOONY,” You said with a smile, eyes shinning at the scene ahead of you.

“Ah, that?” Sirius teased again. “You like that?”

“Sirius,” Remus said. There was something incredibly thrilling about the way Remus said his name, he was amazed he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Our Moony,” he repeated and pressed a loud kiss to his cheek. “Our” –kiss– “Beautiful” –kiss– “Moony.”

You leaned towards them both in an instant, standing just behind Remus and leaning into him like you had done earlier, this time placing your hands on each of his shoulders. “You’re hogging him,” you said with a playful pout. “It’s OUR Moony,” you said as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. “Not just your Moony.”

Remus thought he would explode. Having both so close to him already had that effect; but having you all over him, (like when you were drunk and high on a potion at the Halloween party) but this time with nothing other than adrenaline running through your bIood, was absolutly mind-numbing. Madenning in a way he couldn’t quite describe. Most people run from madness, but he was ready to be drowned by it. If only to have you close a little longer –or forever.

“I think we’ve kissed him dumb,” you teased.

“Étoile, we can do much better than this,” he tutted.

Your smile grew wider at his words. It didn’t matter if it was a challenge or an invitation, you were more than ready to comply.

“I think he’s tense, though,” you said with a smile and moved your hands closer to his shoulders, gently rubbing your thumbs in circles near his spine, “Is that all right, Rem?”

He gave you a simple “Are you kidding” sort of look and you pressed your fingers with a little more purpose, his eyes fluttered closed as his head leaned back into you. You smiled, but of course, Sirius wasn’t going to have any of it.

“Na-ah,” he said as he shook his head and pulled Moony’s back up, “You have to look at us, where’s the fun in closing your eyes?” he said as he leaned in to kiss Moony again, even if both of their eyes fluttered shut the minute their lips crashed.

You smiled, leaning even closer to Rem as you pressed a kiss to his neck. The poor boy had carried such a heavy weight on his shoulders for so many months, you were surprised his back hadn’t hunched even in the slightest. He was as pretty as he’d been the day you met him. Or perhaps not, back then you had only seen his physical beauty, but know that you knew him? That you knew almost everything about him? Every little secret those scars hid, and every little secret those lips had swallowed, he was beyond just pretty, he was gorgeous.

You wondered how it was possible that you’d taken so long to realise just how in love you were with him, how it was possible that you had been so blinded by Sirius that you had completely forgone your own feelings and made both of them miserable in return.

But that didn’t matter, it had been 3 terrible days, torturous days, but you had the rest of your life to make it up to them. And you would, you would every single time you kissed them and every single time you touched them because they deserved the entire world. Or perhaps the world wasn’t enough, they deserved the entire universe. Every single galaxy, black hole and star, every cluster of stars, and every single constellation.

You had often thought books that mentioned things like that as overly sappy or chliché. But you understood that cheesiness now, that feeling of wanting the other person to be the happiest, to smile the brightest and to laugh the merriest, you understood; whenever you were with them.

Remus was giving in, allowing you and Sirius to do as you pleased with him, to indulge him however it was you wanted, but he wasn’t losing control, not entirely. He wouldn’t want to, not when he could kiss Sirius back, in the same way he’d dreamed of so often. He’d thought his imagination was wonderful, but it was nothing compared to this. To your lips on his neck and Sirius devouring his own.

And Sirius?

Sirius, who thought he was asking too much of the world. Sirius, who thought he was selfish for falling in love with his two best friends, even if he couldn’t help himself, even when you were the most wonderful people he had ever met. Sirius who thought he’d fucked up, who thought he’d ruined things for eveyone, who thought he deserved hell for daring to break your heart… He was now kissing Remus, and you were watching and you were loving it, if the lustful expression on your face was anything to go by.

He’d moved one of his hands to the back of your neck, and he was gently playing with the hair at the nape of it. He knew you loved it when he put his hands anywhere near it, and he wanted you to feel just as loved as you were making Remus feel, and as he felt at that moment.

Suddenly, a need urge came over Sirius. He wanted to feel more, he needed to feel more. More of the water, more of Remus, more of you. He pulled apart only for a second, he was panting and he was flushed, but he was determined. “Do you mind it if we…” he trailed off, not daring to say the words but making clear what he wanted by placing his hand on the hem of Remus’s jumper.

You had both seen Remus shirtless, but you had never seen him from such proximity, and while he wanted to feel you, skin to skin, he was also terrified of his body and your reaction to it. How his scars would feel different to Sirius milk like sin, or to the supple feminity of yours. He was mortified at the idea of either of you getting close enough to touching him and being repulsed by what you felt. It was so easy to let those thoughts consume him, but it was easier for your voice to pull him out of that hole.

“You are beautiful, Remus,” you said softly and pressed a kiss. “Stunning in your own way, we like every bit of you, we want to feel every bit of you. If you’ll let us…”

You weren’t using charm speak, but you might as well have been. The same, floating-like sensation came over him. The same desperate want to indulge you, to make you happy, to give you anything you wanted. But this time around he wanted it to. Merlin, how much did he crave for it!

“Please do,” he said with a short nod towards Sirius. The smile he got in return was devilishly handsome, and he was pulled back into a kiss as both of you searched for his jumper. The last time either one of you had taken his clothes off had been when he was about to turn into Moony. When he was consumed by pain and sorrow, and terrified he might do something to hurt either one of you (like he was every moon). When he was so worried Moony would come out sooner than expected and destroy the things he loved the most. He hadn’t ever had time to relish in the feeling.

On the feeling of your hands searching for the bottom hem of his jumper from behind, while Sirius did the same in the front. The rush of adrenaline that flowed through his veins, his heart beating so loud that he felt it was about to blow up. The way your delicate fingers brushed all over his back, how you were gentle and kind as your hands moved over his back ribs –since you knew they were always sore after the full moon and it hadn’t been that long since.

How Sirius’ hands were much more rushed than yours, and how he seemed a lot more desperate as he kissed him and tried to get the damn jumper past his arms. How you laughed and the echo of your voice crashed against the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. How much he loved that you were laughing as he kissed Sirius. How delightful it was that no matter how worried you might have been initially, no matter how much you’d had to go through, you were finally together.

Yeah, you had undressed Remus before, but it hadn’t been nearly as exhilarating as it was now. As soon as the two of you managed to cross the jumper over his head, it was discarded somewhere near the edge of the pool, and Sirius went straight for his box plate, desperate of him, desperate for him.

It was too hard for you to help him with those since you were behind, but the minute he managed to get the first two buttons you were already clawing at the shirt to slide as much of it off him as possible. It wasn’t much since Sirius was struggling with the buttons in the front, but it was enough for you to be able to move your mouth from his neck to just above his collarbone. When Sirius finally managed to get the button off, you were already pulling both of his arms out of it, but the last button was still there, and the shirt got caught in his way.

“Somebody’s eager,” Sirius teased while looking at you. “Is it Moony’s broad shoulders you’re so desperate about, Étoile?”

“Look who’s talking,” you retorted after an amused scoff.

He gave you a short wink in return, and when he finally managed to remove the button he went straight into kissing Remus. You went back to kissing his shoulders and gently pulled on the shirt that was stuck in between the two before letting it be discarded somewhere on the floor of the steamy pool.

Now it was Sirius’ turn to remove some of his clothes. He had at least been able to take both his robes and his sweater before Remus pulled him into the pool, so he focused on his buttons instead. When Remus noticed his hands were on his in an instant, unbuttoning Sirius’ shirt with much more precision –he’d had more practice. But he was gentle as he did, gently brushing his fingers over Sirius’ torso when new bits of skin appeared. He even pulled back from the kiss to look, curious as to how his hands looked next to Sirius’ soft flesh, he was almost paralysed by the sight.

You smiled when you noticed, gently tracing a path from his bicep to his hand, you allowed your thumb to glide over his knuckles and leaned your head on his shoulders as you stared ahead. Then you moved again, you felt how your cheeks brushed against his sharp jawline until you reached his ear. Sirius was looking at the two of you with pupils almost as black as his last name.

“He looks stunning, doesn’t he?” you whispered as you helped him move his hands again, gently guiding them onto the next button. “Those flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips…”

Sirius swallowed at your words, his heart hammering in his ears. He’d always known he was handsome, he’d been told about it plenty of times and he usually boasted about his beauty, but it wasn’t the same thing to be told he was beautiful by adults in his ridiculous family and girls who’d lose their witts just thinking about the Black heir (at least before he was disowned), than it was to be told he was beautiful by the two most incredible people on the planet.

Being perceived as beautiful had never been as exhilarating as it was when it was your eyes that were perceiving him as such. When it was yours and Remus’ equally lustful gazes focused on him.

“You did that,” you added, just knowing that would do something to Remus. To the always controlled Remus, to the Remus who couldn’t allow himself to lose control because he thought it was too dangerous, because he was always terrified Moony would take over –even if it wasn’t full Moon. You felt him shiver, and you continued to help him with the buttons, not leaving your hands from his. “It was your lips that left him like that, Moons. Your kisses and your touches.” His breath hitched in his throat, and you pressed the softest kiss to his cheek.

By then you’d already unbuttoned Sirius’ shirt completely, and you moved your hand towards his cheek, he leaned into your touch almost instantly, instinctively even. He often did that, whenever you were close to him he would lean into you, you wondered how it was possible that you hadn’t realized that he’d done the same to Remus; to a lesser extent at least.

And then you leaned even closer and whispered something Sirius wasn’t quite able to hear, but he saw the way Remus’ eyes shone at your words, and he smiled in his own cocky manner as Remus leaned onto him again, this time with much more determination. It was Remus the one to pull the shirt off of Sirius as he kissed him with much more desperation now, losing himself in the kiss, but taking control at the same time. His chest was against Sirius’ and he could feel the soapy water in between the two of them, a film so delicate that it broke whenever skin rubbed against skin, whenever his scars crashed against Sirius’ soft and smooth flesh and whenever his hands ran through his toned arms. Never in his wildest dreams had it felt that incredible.

Sirius moaned into the kiss when he felt something hard against his tight, he’d never felt someone else’s boner against him, but he wasn’t scared, he was thrilled and curious and he wanted to know more about Moony, he wanted to know everything about Moony. How he sounded when he moaned his name, when he moaned yours; how he sounded when he touched himself. He wondered if his sounds would be as thrilling as yours, as maddening as your little whimpers and mewls.

Sirius grunted when he felt Remus tight press a little harder against himself but tried to draw it out with the kiss. Your gentle hands moving all over the front of his torso as they were sandwiched between him and Sirius not doing much to calm him either, not when they were so close to his lower abdomen and not when they seemed to do nothing but continue going down as you pressed kisses all over his starved skin.

Not even when he was sleeping with Alice did he ever allow her to touch his scars, to kiss his neck or to rub her hands through his skin like you were doing now. He’d snapped at both boys and girls for even trying to take his jumper off in fear of any of them discovering his secret, or much worse, having them be disgusted by what lay underneath.

And then there was you.

Both of you had seen him shirtless, if anything those longer glances –he realized now– were there because of curiosity and attraction, both of you had touched him countless times, he’d felt your hands in his, and Sirius’ light pats on his back, and you had both called him beautiful. Even under veristaserum, which might have been one of the stupidest things he’d made you do but, it had been ridiculously reassuring back then.

Sirius leaned even closer when he heard that grunt and placed his palm on his chest, and Moony’s mouth almost acted on its own. His teeth gently closed around Sirius’ soft bottom lip. Sirius moaned and gasped at the same time. Pulling apart for a second and throwing you a look. “Did you coerce him into biting me, Starshine?”

“I might have suggested you like it when someone takes control,” you retorted with an innocent shrug, gaze still focused on Remus’ neck. Then you turned to him, slightly more worried. “Was it too much?” you asked, almost unsure of yourself. What if it was different because you were a girl and Moony was a boy?

Sirius’ lip was slightly more swollen than before, but Remus hadn’t bitten hard enough to pierce through flesh. “No,” he said quickly. “Not at all…” And then in a much quieter tone, he added “I did like it.”

Remus chuckled, he’d never expected Sirius to get all shy when kissing someone, and yet here he was, positively blushing at a small bite he’d given him.

“You’re adorable,” Remus said as he leaned a little closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“He is,” you agreed. “You’re too,” you added, remembering how shy he sometimes got.

“And you,” Sirius said as he leaned over and pressed a short kiss to your lips. But you leaned into his kiss too fast and suddenly he had one arm on Remus’ shoulder and the other on yours, spinning you in front of him and in between the the two of them. You had your back against his chest, and you were looking at Remus with your throat dry. Perhaps it was your turn to feel the warmth spreading in your cheeks now.

“We’ve neglected our Little Witch too long. Don’t you think so too, Moony?” Sirius said in a rather coky voice. It hadn’t felt like that at all, but it was true that it hadn’t been until a few seconds ago that you’d gotten a kiss from either of them. Sirius pressed his lips to your neck and pushed his hips into your back while Remus tried to pull them away before you noticed, even when he knew Sirius had.

“She doesn’t mind that at all, Moony,” Sirius said, pressing himself against you a little more when he noticed Moony’s reaction. He also wondered if Moony would mind it if he pressed himself agaisnt him like he was doing with you.

You smiled and placed both hands around Remus’ neck before pulling him into a kiss. You were the only one with clothes still, and while it did feel like too many, you had been too busy kissing Remus and watching him get kissed by Sirius to care too much about removing them yourself.

When he kissed you he was much softer than when he’d kissed Sirius, and while you thought it was unbearably sweet that he would consider you like that, you didn’t want to miss any of the fun either. You didn’t love when men slowed down for you in quidditch, and you didn’t want Remus to do it when he kissed you either. So this time around it was you the one that kissed him with desperation, with a need and want that was so deep-rooted within you it was almost ridiculous that you hadn’t noticed before someone had to straight up tell you about it.

And then it was you who bit him, a little harder than you’d bitten Sirius in the past and you felt Moony moan. He’d been trying so hard not to make it obvious how turned on he was with the two of you ravishing him the way you were, but there was only so much someone could conceal. It��d been too long, and perhaps, he didn’t want to conceal it anymore.

Sirius had been kissing your neck as Remus kissed you, but he had to stop when the other boy moved his hand to the back of his neck and leaned closer to you, holding you flush against Sirius’ and his torso. “You’re so bIoody stunning,” he said in between a kiss. “Both of you, I don’t understand how I got so lucky–”

“How did we get so lucky,” intervened Sirius as he placed his hand around Remus’ head and pulled him onto his mouth.

“So lucky,” you echoed before leaning your head back into his neck. This time around, while being in between the two of them you had much better access, and you were exploring all over his neck, trying to figure out if there was a spot he liked more than the others, a spot that made him whimper and moan like the one Sirius had right next to his Adam’s apple. You wanted to know if you could find the one place that would wind him up, and turn him into a music box filled with lewd sounds desperate to escape as you popped the lid open, as his lips parted for either your tongue or Sirius’ to slide in.

Your hands were now on his shoulders, they were bigger than Sirius’, but you thought they were just as delightfully firm as you tightened your grip around them. You could feel his scars under the pad of your fingers and you thought it was the most interesting and exquisite of feelings, not because you cared about the way scars felt, but because it was his body you were touching and because you knew you could.

Because you knew your touch was making him feel things beyond comprehension and because you knew comprehension had fallen into oblivion now that you could kiss each other, and that they could kiss each other, and how enraptured it made each and every one of you.

Your hands were slow in their descent, almost tentative, caressing the curves of his abdomen as they found their way down. “May I touch you?” you asked. Your warm breath against his neck still unnerving.

“You are touching me,” he replied as he pulled away from Sirius’ lips and looked for yours. “You haven’t stopped since you got in the damn water,” he said, no matter how he worded it, it didn’t sound like a complaint. Especially not when his lips chased yours so inexorably.

“Not what she means,” Sirius responded for you since your mouth was occupied in Moony’s. “Our little Vixen here wants more.”

Remus pulled apart from the kiss, you were both panting, but he was looking at you with a stern sort of gaze. You let your hands slide down just a little bit more, to make the hint a little clearer, but Remus had already gotten the idea.

“You don’t have to, just because we’re making out it doesn’t mean–”

“I know,” you said softly. “Of course I know,” you added as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

It is true, it had taken you a lot more to get nearly that far with Sirius, but you could tell how desperate both boys were for you, and for each other. All those pent-up feelings, not only from them but also from you needed an outlet, and you had a pretty good idea how to release all that accumulated tension. But more than anything, you were just as desperate to know more about Moony as Sirius was. You wanted to hear him moan like you’d heard Sirius moan at the fae pool, you craved to close the one gap still keeping you far from him, the one thing that was different between him and Sirius in regards to closeness.

You needed Remus to feel as close to you as Sirius was because you’d never want him to feel left out again, you’d never want him to feel like a third wheel or like he was getting in the way –that was one of the worst feelings, and you had only experienced it for a few days– not now and not ever. He had to feel welcomed in the relationship because it was already hard enough to deal with all those feelings between two people, three would unequivocally become a labyrinth –It was definitely a good thing you liked puzzles.

“I want to,” you said, clear enough to reassure his nervousness.

He then leaned down to kiss you. He not only felt like the luckiest man alive, he was positive he was. Only the luckiest man alive would have the most gorgeous girl be so eager to touch him, only the luckiest man alive would have not one, but two lovers desperate to kiss and touch and feel every single thing about him. It was maddening, but he was ready to be consumed by it, and by the fire that burned so hot in his chest that felt like he was going to turn into ash.

But if ashes were what would be left of him after kissing the two of you, then he would gladly take the punishment. He would turn to dust just for the sake of being with you like this again, of having the two of you so close, that you felt like one rather than three. Like a perfectly oiled mechanism, acting in tandem with one another, burning together. Whether it was to be born again or to disappear forever, it wouldn’t matter as long as you were together. That’s how intense the feeling was, and how ready he was to yield to it.

Your hand didn’t take too long before it was feeling him through his trousers. You were gentle as you touched him, like you had always been whenever you touched him, and he couldn’t help but grunt at the first brush of your fingers. At your small hands searching so wilfully for him.

“Is that all right?” you asked, almost unsure.

Remus had his eyes closed shut, eyebrows knit and he was holding onto Sirius’ bicep in a grip almost strong enough to be uncomfortable, but Sirius was absolutly in awe by Moony’s grip and by his lost gaze. He could tell he was trying inexorably hard not to straight-up grind into you. Merlin knew how equally hard it had been for Sirius to not lose control over how good you felt back at the fae pool, and even right then, with the way your hips kept crashing onto him as you tentatively touched Moony.

“If his flushed face is anything to go by, Étoile, Remus is more than ok,” Sirius said with a teasing smile. Remus half wanted to shove him for being such a tease, but the other half just wanted him even closer and that part won.

“You talk too much,” he said as he leaned back into Sirius to kiss him rather roughly, it wasn’t quite a shove, but it was enough. His eyes were completely golden by now, and it wasn’t anger flowing through his veins.

You were lightly crushed by the sudden movement and you tightened your grip on him, earning yet another one of those spiffing moans of his. Sirius laughed, but Moony did that thing again that made Sirius crazy –small bites– and he quickly turned into a moaning mess.

You continued to rub one of your hands on Remus’ crotch while the other one was already trying to unbutton his trousers, which was much harder with one hand, and with no fucking visibility, So while the two of them continued kissing, you slowly started to slide below the water, since then, you’d be at least, able to see what you were doing. Stupid trouser buttons, you thought.

Thankfully the soapy water was charmed, so when you opened your eyes underneath it, it didn’t hurt at all. With a better view of the situation, you figured out why it was so damn hard to find the button. There was no button. Well technically there was one, but there was a small metal latch first and then there was a hidden button. You smiled as you managed to get the damn thing off and you were about to pull the zipper down when the two boys pulled apart from each other like they had been shot with depulso.

You were about to go back up to ask if everything was okay when you felt Remus’ hand gently sit on your shoulder, pushing you down just slightly. You looked up at him and through the bubbles, you managed to see his mortified expression urging you not to move.

It had been a fleeting glance, but you got the hint in an instant. Whatever the hell was happening out there, It was better if you stayed hidden by the bubbles, perhaps someone had gotten in.

And someone had indeed gotten in.

Severus had been running from the toads for hours, he hadn’t been told by anyone that they were gathering in the Great Hall because he had gone to the library after the Grand Staircase and got caught in a book. Literally, caught in a book. When he read the first line, out loud because he wanted to piss the librarian off for telling him to go to bed, and he really could be obnoxius if he wanted to.

Unfortunatelly his little rouse slapped in him the back when the book’s charms got activated by his words and he ended up inside the goddamn story for the rest of the night and early morning.

It was almost like reliving a memory through a pensive, but he didn’t want to relive the stupid memory of the goddamn curse breaker. In fact, the only reason he had picked the book was becasue Barty had recommended it. The fucking asshole probably knew what was going to happen and did it on purpose. Barty often did things like that but he was one of the few people in his house that didn’t hate his guts for being so damn good in potions and charms and he had tried, almost remarkably hard, not to alienate him.

Not to mention that his father was a politician and he was always hanging around Evan and Regulus, both kids of very important wizarding houses. Severus wasn’t an idiot, he knew being a half-bIood was a pain in the ass in the Wizarding world and he knew he had to work remarkably hard to earn his place. If only his mother hadn’t fallen in love with a muggle, he wouldn’t have to work so much to befriend people he wouldn’t actually care much for, and perhaps would still be friends with Lily, or so he thought.

Of course, it was easier, for him and for the entire world, to blame someone else for his problems. Be it the situation, or someone else’s decisions, Severus wasn’t ready to hold himself accountable for what he’d done and said to Lily. It was easier to pretend he was forced to be a certain way to be able to fit in with the Slytherin clique, and he slept better at night when he told himself it was all worth it because in the future he would have earned a good job through his connections and extensive networking with important people. And maybe then he could rescue Lily, and apologize and tell her he had to do such things.

But Severus never did those things because he had to, in fact, Severus rarely did anything because he had to do it, he did them because he wanted to. And while Lily’s hurt countenance had been a hard blow to whatever construction of his personality he kept up, he never actually regretted what he said, only that he’d hurt her for saying it.

Either way, the memory of the course breaker had been an absolute nightmare for him. He even kept calling him an idiot every couple of minutes just because of how exasperated he was.

“How do I leave?”

“You must finish the chapter,” the course breaker had responded.

“I don’t want to, let me out.”

But the course breaker had only gone on with his story.

“Idiot,” he said, of course, there was no reaction whatsoever from the course breaker, he was too much occupied telling his story.

When they finally finished with their stupid tale and Severus was let out of the book he ran towards the door. It seemed to be locked, and he couldn’t fucking exit the room, but of course, he was worried for his class because his attendance was impeccable and he wasn’t going to allow a damn book to ruin that for him. So he pushed with all his might and then he used an unlocking spell.

It took him a few minutes, but when he finally managed to open the doors he was greeted with a disgusting layer of slime, and then a fucking sea of toads. By the time he managed to escape the bIoody slime trap, the door had shut itself again and he couldn’t open it, no matter how much he tried. His hands were too slippery and he could barely even get a proper hold of his wand.

Eventually, he gave up trying to get in again and decided to face the toads instead. By now he assumed not many people were in classes since most classrooms were also infested with toads so he decided he had to get a fucking shower, or bath, or something to get out of the stupid slime.

He’d gotten a howler about the portrait incident, and Slughorn had threatened to take away his Prefect role if he didn’t apologize to the portraits –who had spread the word all over the castle– and he kept getting dirty looks from every single picture he passed. He had no intention of apologizing, and he didn’t know for how much longer he’d be able to enjoy the privileges of being a prefect, so he decided to take advantage of them while he still could.

So, instead of helping students or trying to get rid of frogs like he usually would, he walked straight towards the Prefect Bathrooms, not caring much for the toads that barely even had time to skip away from his feet from how fast he was walking. Once outside of the doors, he relaxed. Whatever had caused the toad infestation, had definitely not gotten them inside the bathroom, which meant he’d be able to at least get all the slime in peace. No more annoying toad croaking for him.

“Whispering Woods,” he said, bored and annoyed, and not expecting what he’d see inside.

You’d just gone inside the water when the door creaked open. The first thing he heard was the water already going, and he was about ready to kick out whoever the hell had gotten in the bathroom first, except that instead of a person washing themselves or hiding, from the frogs, which he was expecting, he spotted Remus Lupin and Sirius black kissing.

KISSING!

Both boys split apart in a second, both turning to him with equally shocked expressions. To his dismay, Remus instantly brought his hand under the water and seemed to be adjusting something there –you, he was holding you down.

Severus’ face was quickly transformed into one of absolute aversion. Features twisting and making him look even more disagreeable than he already looked. “You filthy pair of sissys!” he spat, there was spit coming out of his mouth as he said it. “How dare you use the school as–”

Sirius had pulled your wand from the counter and taken it in his hands as he stood up and pointed it straight at Severus. “Say that again, I dare you!”

Severus had pulled back the second Sirius took out the wand, in his current slimy state he couldn’t take his wand out, which meant he had no way to defend himself, there was no doubt Sirius would have cursed him right then and there, his face was cold, his eyes sharp and he looked about ready to attack. In fact, he looked a lot more like Walburga than he did like Sirius at that particular moment.

So he did the only natural thing he could, he ran the fuck away. He saw a spell hit the wooden frame, missing him by the hair, and continued running through the toads as the door shut itself behind him.

“Fucking coward!” Sirius shouted and then allowed himself to fall back into the water. He sighed, placing both of his palms over his head. Muffled by his hands, Remus who was almost to shocked to think, heard Sirius’s muffled “Fuck”.

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All Choked Up (Ch 1)

MINORS DNI

Summary: You're shooting a fight scene with Pedro that involves choking--you know where this is going.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

Word count: ~4.1k

Content: SMUT, Minors DNI Blog, thigh riding, choking, handy, general steaminess

You had been called in for more shooting after working for a month on The Last of Us as various clickers. You were going to be doing another fight scene, but this time as your normal human self. Wardrobe had just finished with you and one of the PA’s was escorting you to set to be approved by Craig and Jeremy. It looked like they were in between takes of a scene with Joel and Ellie. Pedro and Bella were both sitting on set pieces, laughing and sipping at water.

Craig and Jeremy are crowded around a monitor with several other producers watching the latest take. The PA introduces you and suddenly all of them turn around, examining you. Craig greets you.

“Great to see you again! Thank you for joining us.”

You have to hold in a laugh, because ‘thank you for joining us’? As if you wouldn’t have thrown yourself into fucking LA traffic to be here?

“Thank you for having me,” you smile instead.

At the sound of your voice, you see Pedro perk up out of the corner of your eye. You pretend not to notice his gaze.

“This looks great,” Craig approves. “Can I see it without the scarf?”

The PA unties your neck gaiter.

“Yes, perfect,” He nods. “Thank you Jennifer,” He dismisses the PA and sends you on your way, “See you on set!”

Interesting costuming detail for Craig to be so particular about, but whatever. The PA starts to usher you back towards the wardrobe department.

You hear Bella call your name and you turn, giving them a happy wave. Pedro gives you a wave too.

“Tomorrow–You, me?”” You playfully point between him and yourself, “we’re squarin’ up!”

“No way!” Pedro replies, looking dare you say excited to hear the news that you’d be working together.

“See you at rehearsal!” You call as you slip out the door.

—--

The next day you have stunt choreography for the fight scene in the evening. You dress in a cute matching Lululemon knock off set and report to the rehearsal studio on the lot. The three stunt coordinators are there to greet you and you stretch out until Pedro arrives.

He’s in a tight workout t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Not the gray sweatpants dear LORD.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” one of the coordinators teases, “And ten minutes late, no less!”

“Fuck off, Phillip,” Pedro laughs as he approached, “I’m old and I’m tired.”

“That’s your excuse every day,” You prod.

“Well it’s true every day,” Pedro complains.

“Ready to beat the shit out of each other?” You smirk.

His laugh makes your stomach flip flop.

“Absolutely.”

The stunt coordinators demonstrate the choreography first and you have to make sure your jaw doesn’t hit the floor.

Your character stands yielding a prop knife and his character rushes at you, grabbing your arms. You struggle like that for a beat before the knife gets knocked out of your hands. He keeps his grip on one of your arms as he punches you across the face, then shoves you back up against the wall. Both of his hands come up to your neck and you fight against him until you pass out and he drops you on the floor.

You have always been on your best behavior around Pedro. The poor guy has women thirsting after him at every turn and you don’t want to add to his suffering. You have your own private thoughts about him–many of them not PG rated. But you are there to do a job, to be a professional. You never really allow yourself to entertain any of those thoughts beyond simple fantasy.

But he is about to choke you against a wall.

That alone has you entertaining several new thoughts.

“Alright, how do you guys feel about that?” Phillip asks.

Pedro just nods with a small “great.” He does this stuff pretty much every day so you’re sure none of it phases him.

Phillip looks to you and you must be a bit too wide eyed.

“You look a little uncomfortable,” Phillip notes kindly, inviting you to speak.

Pedro’s concerned expression knocks the wind out of you.

“No, no,” You assure them, “It just looks amazing and I’m hoping I wasn’t padding my resume when I said I had stage combat experience.” You give a little giggle to sell it and god bless being an actor because they all buy it.

“No worries, you definitely got this,” Phillip assures you.

Phillip had not been lying–you pick up the sequence just fine. When it comes time to run the fight with Pedro, you are feeling confident about the choreography but not much else. You mark through it, slowly going through each motion to practice.

You’re pretty sure you black out when he slides his hands under your chin. He is slow and careful and he barely even makes contact with your throat but just the idea, the notion that he could so easily, makes your insides scream.

He eyes you closely making sure you are okay. You feel safe. Somehow that makes it even worse.

You go through some notes and run it one more time slowly before kicking it up to full speed.

The intensity of doing it in real time causes an adrenaline storm. Pedro’s hands are all over you, all power and tight gripped. You desperately hold it together so you won't forget what you’re doing.

The way your back hits the padded wall forces the air from your lungs. Before you can even get a breath in, Pedro’s inches away from your face, hands around your neck. Heat spreads across your cheeks all the way down to your chest. You are sure the shock is written all over your face and you swear Pedro’s eyebrows furrow just a fraction. You take the moment of embarrassment as a good cue to drop to the floor out of his grip.

“That looked great!” Phillip approves, “How did that feel?”

You nearly choke on your spit at the question.

“Good,” you manage to squeak.

You catch Pedro side eyeing you and force yourself to look anywhere else. You bend over and fiddle with your shoelace out of sheer desperation to hide your face.

“Yeah,” Pedro echoes, “Good.”

You can hear the smile in his voice and want to leap out the window.

“Alright, let’s go full out this time,” Phillip says, “Add the acting, the drama, I want it all. Let’s take it from the line before so we can get the timing down.”

You and Pedro square up, getting into position.

“I’m not going down easy,” You play with a quirked eyebrow.

“Bring it,” He challenges.

You both slip into character and you raise your knife.

—-

“Great work, guys!” Phillip chimes, “See you on set tomorrow.”

“You drive here?” Pedro’s voice appears next to you.

“Yep,” You reply, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and pushing open the door. The cool night air glides a chill down your arms.

“Let me walk you to your car,” He offers, “ I just need to grab my stuff.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, that’d be—that’d be great,” You stumble over the words with a smile.

It’s a short walk to his trailer

“What’s been your favorite project you’ve worked on?” He asks.

“I always thought it couldn’t get any better than Mandalorian but honestly I think this show might be my new favorite.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, everything on this show feels so… real. Mando was all soundstages and green screens. Last of Us really feels like we’ve been dropped into an apocalypse,” You explain before cautiously adding, “And I’ve gotten to work with you a lot more.”

“You like working with me, huh?” Pedro asks as he playfully bumps his shoulder into yours, the shadow of a teasing tone in his voice.

You can’t find words for a moment, pausing with your mouth parted. You might as well put all your cards on the table. “Yes,” you finally reply with a small laugh, “I do.”

You can safely toe the boundary of friendship here. You figure he wouldn’t read into it if he wasn’t interested.

Wait. Are you interested? Oh fuck. Of course you’re interested.

Pedro pauses for a fraction of a moment as you arrive at the trailer, looking at you. Before you can say anything, he pulls open the door and holds it for you. You climb inside and he brushes past you as he enters.

“When you showed up here on set,” He says, “I was really happy to see you again.” He sits down on the cream colored loveseat.

So he isn’t just ‘grabbing his stuff’ after all, you guess.

You join him, trying to remember how to sit like a normal human being.

“I thought you were lying when you said you remembered me,” you reply honestly.

“God no,” Pedro chuckles. His gaze on you intensifies, flitting down your body for a moment, his voice dropping a bit lower. “Couldn’t forget you if I tried, sweetheart.”

You suck in a quiet breath. Your mind begins to swim in the suddenly thickening air. How has he managed to make himself so clear in just a single uttered sentence?

He seems to search your face. You realize he’s looking for reciprocation . This isn’t the time to toe the limit at all–it’s the time to cross the line entirely.

The line between colleagues is drawn for good reason, you try to remind yourself. But all logic dissolves in the simmering heat of how he watches you from the other end of the couch.

Fuck the line. What line? Never heard of one.

You switch on a new part of yourself, cocking your head.

“You aren’t too forgettable yourself,” You reply with a soft smirk, making sure to regard every inch of him.

That is all it takes from him to start closing the gap between you, stopping just inches away. He reaches out and slides your bag off your shoulder in slow motion. You stay frozen as it thuds to the floor. The way his eyes never leave you makes your breathing pick up.

“You can leave right now, I won’t hold it against you,” He says quietly, “We can go back to before and I will never try this again.”

You can’t imagine a worse fate. You shake your head desperately.

“Tell me you want this,” he says, eyes glued to yours.

“I want you ,” You whisper.

His lips easily find yours as you feel a hand lace into your hair and another around your waist. The softness of his lips makes you forget to set yourself into motion, too busy melting into it. You finally remember to reach for him, placing a hand on his chest and the other on the side of his neck. You splay your fingers over his bare skin, brushing a thumb against the stubble on his jaw.

His fingers graze over your scalp as he gently grips a handful of your hair. It makes your jaw fall open and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth. You grab a fistful of his shirt to pull him closer.

His hand travels up the center of your chest, curving over your collarbone and back down your side.

He is either being a tease or far too respectful.

You take his wrist and guide him to the bottom hem of your tank top, sliding his hand underneath until his fingers come to the elastic of your sports bra. You pull the spandex up out of the way.

His fingertips skate lightly over the bare skin before he cups you, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

You whine against his mouth, arching into his touch. Your head tips back and he kisses down your neck before returning to your mouth. His lips become more insistent, the pressure of his hands roaming your body more firm. You shift to pull your leg up under you on the couch, needing to get closer to him. He untangles his hand from your hair and does you one better, reaching down, grabbing your ass and pulling you into his lap until he has you hovering over him, his knee between yours.

You pull off your tank top and your sports bra.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Pedro murmurs breathlessly as he attaches his mouth to your nipple.

“Fuck,” The word punches out of you and your hands fly into his hair. His mouth is all heat, tongue working in circles and flicks. You imagine his face between your legs doing the same and you shudder at the mere thought.

He grabs your hips and speaks against the skin of your chest.

“Sit.”

He pulls you down firmly onto his thigh.

“Good girl.”

A gasp helplessly escapes your lips and he has you all figured out. He fails to suppress a smirk and you have half the mind to admonish him, but any attempt is interrupted by his mouth returning to your tit.

He guides your hips to grind against him. The feeling of your wet leggings sliding over his sweatpants drags against your clit just right. You whimper against his temple. He tugs your hips forward again as he flexes his thigh into you and your whimper becomes open mouthed, a moan buried in his hair.

Your hips start to roll on their own accord, chasing down the friction.

“That’s it,” He says softly, licking up your chest, “Make yourself feel good, pretty girl.”

You let out a stilted sigh, dropping your head and sucking the skin beneath his jaw. You reach your hand down and press over the crotch of his sweats. You inhale sharply when you feel him already hard underneath your palm.

“You know how hard it was to control myself, hm?” He questions, voice strained as he pushes himself up against your hand, “Keeping everyone from seeing how much I loved having you pinned up against that wall?”

“ God , that was good acting,” you moan.

“Yours needs some work,” he taunts, “‘Could see it all over your face, querida. Bet you were wet for me, weren’t you?”

“Whole time,” you nod desperately.

He drags his fingers up your chest and wraps his hand around your throat.

“Oh fuck,” tumbles from your mouth.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart? My hand wrapped around your throat like this?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “Fuck, keep talking,” you beg, moving faster in his lap.

“You like the sound of my voice, huh?” He prods, “Like it when I tell you how good you are while you fuck yourself on my thigh?”

You only nod with a whine, reaching under his waistband and taking his cock in your hand. You nearly whine again when you feel how thick he is.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hand tightening just a bit around your throat.

The squeak he receives from you in response is equal parts innocent and filthy.

He uses his free hand to shove his pants and boxers down his hips, exposing his cock in your fist.

You pump him slowly, watching the precum leak from his slit. You release him, pausing your own movement to dip your hand into your panties. You slide two fingers into yourself, gathering your wetness, and return to his length.

“Jesus Christ,” he swears, his words trapped in the back of his throat as you wrap your slick hand around him. His hand tightens on your neck and he thrusts up into your hand, jolting you back into your own rhythm.

Your free hand is slipped under the neckline of his shirt, placed on his chest to steady yourself. The skin there is firm and radiating heat. You can feel his heart beating as fast as yours against your palm.

“You gonna cum like this?” He asks, “Such a needy girl, making a mess on my thigh?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, god yes,” you babble. You’d say yes to practically anything he could ask of you right now, anything to stay in this moment.

Every word he speaks, every shift in his touch drives your fist around him faster.

“ Fuck you feel so good,” He says through gritted teeth, hand now trailing down your throat, curling his fingers to skim his nails over your delicate skin, “Doing so good for me.”

“Please, please, Pedro–” you blindly plead.

He squeezes his hand, tightening the grip on your neck. It’s hardly enough to affect your breathing, but it fuels the tension growing in your hips all the same. Your motions begin to stutter.

“That’s it, querida,” He hums, “That’s it.”

“I’m gonna–” your stutter, “I’m gonna cum.”

He presses the pad of his thumb against your clit and every bit of air deserts your lungs.

“I’ve got you. Cum for me.”

Pure heat sparks and sets you ablaze, flames rolling down your body as you cum, cries forced from you.

“ Good girl , there it is. That’s a good girl,” He grinds out the words, pushing himself harder up into your fist. “Fuck, that’s it, fuck ,” A strangled noise catches in his throat, stripes of white painting your hand and his shirt as you ride out your high.

You lean forward to collapse against him, pressing your head to his shoulder, and you both try to catch your breath. He wraps his arms around you, fingers absently tracing over you back.

“Thank you,” you sigh.

“ Thank you ?” He nearly giggles, “Jesus Christ, all I did was sit here!”

“Then you’re welcome,” you breathe, “Like, very, incredibly, definitely welcome literally any time.”

His laughter bounces against your chest.

“Don’t go making offers that are too good to be true, now,” he warns, and you can feel his grin against the side of your neck, “I can’t take the heartbreak.”

So you’re not the only one who wants this to be more than a one time thing. Fuck yeah.

“Any. Time.” You repeat, whispering in his ear.

——-

Coco is setting up her station next to Stephanie and Jess for the afternoon. The hair and make up department is an integral part of The Last of Us because of the extensive clicker-fication process. Coco always jokes with Pedro that she has the easiest job out of everyone–make a man, who is already gorgeous, gorgeous. Not much to do there, just upkeep on Pedro’s gray hair and ensuring he’s grimy enough for an apocalypse.

You walk into the room bundled in a scarf and find Jess’s chair, greeting her. You had never met before and you were a little nervous. Coco, on the other hand, you’d talked to a few times.

“Okay, so, I might have screwed up a little ,” You admit to Jess, immediately piquing the curiosity of the women around you. You were about to make Jess’s job a bit harder.

“Oh?” Jess says.

“So, um, I get uh–strangled, in the scene we’re shooting today so there’s going to be a lot of focus on… my neck…” You preface hesitantly.

Coco whirls around.

“You didn’t,” She gasps, scandalized.

You grimace apologetically as you unwrap your scarf.

“I did.”

There’s no way they could possibly know that Pedro put the hickey blooming dark purple on your throat unless they’re mind readers, but still. You’re paranoid that somehow everyone will know what you did last night with Pedro.

Could see it all over your face, querida.

“You have girl bossed too close to the sun,” Coco shakes her head while Jess and Stephanie giggle.

You cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jess laughs, “You’re hardly the first actor to need some hickey cover up. Happens all the time–we’ll get you fixed up.”

Jess does an excellent job as promised and your neck looks pristine.

You thank her endlessly and slip out the door to go to wardrobe.

Just a moment later, Pedro speeds into hair and make-up, greeting Coco and plopping down in her chair.

“I need a bruise covered up,” he says simply.

“How’d you hurt yourself this time, old man?” Coco asks.

“Uh, it’s not exactly that kind of bruise,” he replies sheepishly. He pulls down the turtle neck he’s wearing, revealing the hickeys he’s sporting up his neck.

Coco, Stephanie and Jess all exchange a look. Stephanie is desperately trying to suppress a smirk and Jess has to turn away to contain herself.

You and Pedro are none the wiser that you’re totally busted.

“ Pedro ,” Coco scolds him playfully.

“I know, I know,” he sighs.

“Pass me that concealer, Jess?” Coco asks, “We’d better get started. This might take a while since someone decided to sell his body last night.”

“Oh shut up,” Pedro waved her off with a bashful chuckle, “Vete a la chingada.”

“Pedge, I’m immune to your spanish insults. I don’t speak Spanish.”

“Allow me to translate: fuck. off.”

“Never.”

—————-

You're sitting on the sidelines of the set, absently going over your script and blocking.

“Hello you,” a low voice rings next to you.

A smile climbs onto your lips and you keep your attention on the pages.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you chime.

“Come here often?”

You giggle, finally looking up at him, but your breath is stolen. God , he looked so good as Joel.

“Querida, your face,” he chuckles, “we talked about this.”

You pause for a moment and realize what he’s implying. You must be blushing. Or drooling.

“I have no idea how I have an acting career,” you murmur.

He’s laughing and you can’t help but be reminded of a ray of light. He’s like a bright beam, reflected and refracted into a spectrum of color, streaking boldly across a sunlit room. Maybe you didn’t understand how someone could be ‘beaming’ until now.

He looks like he almost starts to reach out to touch you, maybe tuck a stray hair behind your ear or place a hand on your waist, but he aborts the movement.

Phillip approaches you and you break from your trance.

“Hey guys!” He greets, “how about a quick dry run fight before shooting?”

“Sounds good,” Pedro nods as you agree.

Someone from the props department appears with your fake knife and you thank them.

You do a slow motion run through, making sure the spacing and blocking is perfected for the set pieces around you.

The full speed run is just as intense as the first time you had tried it the night before. You’re panting on the floor by the end, and Pedro extends a hand to help you to your feet. You look up at him from underneath the fan of your lashes and he stares down at you all the same.

“Alright you definitely have the choreography down!” Phillip sings his praises and declares you both ready for filming.

“We’re going to start shooting in just a minute here,” Craig informs the room.

Jess is there, coming over to touch up your make up one last time and the guy from props reappears, returning the discarded knife back to you.

“You and Pedro have us sharing the good setting powder,” Jess laughs to herself, taking some onto her brush before Coco steals the container with a smile as she passes by.

It hits you all at once.

You left hickeys all over Pedro last night, didn’t you? You look over and see Coco brushing the powder over the side of his throat.

“ Jess, ” Your eyes are blown wide.

She pauses, regarding you with confusion for a moment until the realization appears on her face.

“Oh! Don’t worry, we’ll never tell. Makeup artists take an oath of secrecy,” She explains. “ However ,” She adds, “I am living vicariously through you. Just full transparency.”

“Fair,” you reply a bit distantly, still watching Pedro.

—-

Coco goes over to Pedro and starts on her final touch ups.

“You know,” she says quietly after a moment, “The weirdest thing happened earlier.”

“Yeah?” Pedro asks, suspicious of her playful tone.

“Yeah,” she replies, “A minute before you came in asking us to cover up your hickeys, your scene partner came in needing the same thing.”

“That is… quite a coincidence…” He agreed slowly.

“I’m glad one of us had sexcapades last night,” she assured him, “all I did was watch tv.”

“Please never say ‘sexcapade’ ever again,” Pedro muttered.

“Look, if you’re going for subtlety–tone it down,” She advises, “You look like you’re about to jump each other’s bones, not kill each other.”

“Fuck, it’s that obvious?” He asks.

She just replies with raised eyebrows and a smirk. “But–hey,” she says sincerely, “Good for you, Pedge. You deserve it.”

“Stop–” He swats her away with an embarrassed smile, “Making me blush. Joel doesn’t blush.”

“Go get ‘em tiger,” She pats him on the back before leaving.

A/N: Tell me what you liked most! I wanna know what my beloved slutty lil readers enjoy!

Chapter 2

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year ago

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Friday (Alex Keller x F!Reader)

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| No use of Y/N | 18+ MDNI | Taglist Open |

Submission #2 for the Alex Keller Challenge - hosted by the amazing @glitterypirateduck

TW for : Steamy make out session (nothing graphic) - semi public and getting caught. OC Keller family.

Prompts Used:

Don't look at me like that

I told you it was a terrible idea [I told you this is a terrible idea]

This is by far the dumbest thing we've done

You wanted this as much as I did [you want this as much as I do]

“What's the worst that would happen?” You whispered, elbow resting on his shoulder as you two whispered back and forth. Your lip caught between your teeth as he stared at the ground, shaking his head.

“Someone catches us? A bear mauls us to death? Trying to explain how we both got poison ivy up in our business.” He whispered back, convincing himself that sneaking off from the campsite would be a terrible idea. Especially since his entire family was present, including his neices and nephew's.

“Then we keep it PG. We don't risk Poison ivy burns, or the wildlife catching us with our pants down.” You shrugged, standing from your spot as you started walking toward the cabin his parents owned. Smirking as you heard him softly cuss, jumping up to follow you to the back.

“You're terrible.” Alex sighed, rolling his eyes as you smiled at him. Tilting your head slightly as you studied his features. “Don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?!” You laughed, reaching up to rest your hand on his chest. Rubbing over the fabric slightly with your thumb.

“With the bedroom eyes.” He groaned, laying a hand over yours. Eyes moving over your figure as he actively reminded himself of the time he fell into poison ivy as a child. The discomfort he felt as he swore he'd never let it happen again.

“Well sorry, let me just pop my eyes out and replace them with my campsite eyes.” You teased, any further teasing cut short by his mouth gently finding yours in a loving kiss.

“This is a bad idea.” He mumbled, despite showing no signs that he wanted to stop.

His mouth moving against yours, the feeling of his hands warming your hips as you backed into the wall of the cabin. Your hands cupping either side of his face, holding him in place as he hummed in content.

“This is a terrible idea.” He whispered once again, barely pulling away. Eyes still closed as his moral compass spun out of control.

You both knew this was risky, you both knew this was to a degree disgusting teenager like behaviour. But the feeling of his body pressed against yours under the warm rays of sun; your personal little bubble of paradise wiped all concern from your mind.

“If it's so bad, why does it feel so good?” You taunted. Sliding one hand to the back of his neck; tugging gently on his hair. Eliciting a soft groan as he pulled you back into a deep kiss.

His hands sliding around your hips, cupping your ass as he pulled you flush against his hips. Kiss filling with fervor as he all but begged between kisses to leave the damn bonfire and continue this at home.

Moving your hips forward, you moaned softly into his mouth. Breath catching in your throat as you felt him pulling you closer, urging your actions on. Riling you up in return, until a small voice ruined the moment.

“Gross!” Pulling apart quickly, faces flushed from both your prior activities and being caught by Alex’s young nephew. “Everyone’s looking for you guys. It's time to eat.”

“Okay, bud. We’ll be over there soon.” Alex sighed, shuffling to stand behind you with an arm around your middle. Pressing his face against your shoulder as the boy immediately ran back to the group, explaining in great detail what he just saw.

“This was by far the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” Alex groaned, voice muffled by your shirt. Pulling back slightly to readjust before walking back out to where his family sat.

Walking back toward the picnic tables, you called over your shoulder. “You wanted this as much as I did.”

Sitting down at the picnic table, you smiled at the small baby in Ellie's arms. Wiggling your fingers, and chuckling at the squealing laughter you caused.

“So, I'm going to be the cool Auntie sooner than later?” Ellie teased, watching in amusement as your expression fell and cheeks lit up in a deep blush.

“I told you it was a terrible idea!” You heard Alex argue from somewhere behind you.

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tealfling · 1 year ago

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A/N: I was insipired by a post commenting on how obvious it would probably be that Astarion is a vampire to the characters. This went perfectly with my Tav and how salty she would be about being called naive by Astarion.

Astarion x FemaleTav, Named Tav, Amaranth- purple tiefling cleric

Summery: Astarion tried to convince Amaranth it would wasteful to not take the power of the Absoulte for themselves. Which is fine, he's always trying to get her to reach for more power, but he called her naive. As if her good nature made her stupid or blind. Him. His pale-assed, red-eyed, pointy toothed-self. The nerve.

Act2-ish, kinda proof read

Mentions: his scars, alludes to his backstory, and peppered in innendoes. PG-13-ish

Reflect

"You've been in the bath a long time, Darling. What's taking you so long?" Astarion drawled, walking around the divider.

Amaranth sunk deeper into the tub, her furrowed crystal gaze remaining out of the steamy water, but not turned toward the voice she recognized.

Astarion reguareded her, tilting his head. "tch. Oh, are we brooding? Moping?" he jested, "Your tail tells all my Sweet." Noding toward the slapping thud rippling at the corner of the tub. He thought for a moment. She'd been quite since they last spoke- about taking the power of the Absoult- so he carefully considered what he might have said to offend her. "Are you still upset that I called you naive?" he probed. Her eyes darted to him. Seemed so. "Don't be like that my dear, we all have our flaws-not me of course-but the others obviously," he teased grabbing a towel. "Now come out of there my Treat, there's no way that water's warm enough for you and I don't want supper getting cold." He tried to keep his air light and up beat. Whatever it was that they had going on was working, he liked his favorite traveling companion, maybe more than he cared to admit. The last thing he wanted was for her to cast him aside, especially now. They'd come so far.

Lifting her mouth out of the water, Amranth bit, "I just can't believe you of all people would think I'm the naive one."

Astarion's red eyes narrowed as he paused. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he hissed ready to take offense.

The purple tiefling turned to face him, gripping the side of the tub. "Well, since you don't know, let me paint you a picture," she said. "There I found myself on a beach, where I could hear the calls of a man for help," she said pushing herself up from the water. "When I found the man, I noticed how anemically pale he was, paler than any elf I'd seen-- and remember, Darling, I work with people preparing to be corpses," Amaranth stepped one foot over the tub. "True to form my bleeding heart fell for your siren song for help and pleading eyes, an unusual red color, by the way, but who's to say what's in one's ancestry?" She straightened, taking out the other foot and planting it to the ground, and standing tall. "Of course, this came to bite me on my sorry ass when I found myself thrown to the ground with the business of a dagger to my throat. There those red sullen eyes really bore into me, but what really caught my attention was the pretty mouth with fangs bigger than mine." She said, stepping forward to punctuate each sentence. Astarion, though unsure, held his ground as she approached. His eyes locked on hers.

Amaranth continued. "Now those, I couldn't think of an excuse for being in an elf's mouth. And all of these little things together might look a little suspicious to someone only half paying attention, but probably not anyone sauced out their mind in some tavern back-alley past mid-night. For me though, as someone that choose Deathcare as a career path, what really sells it for me are these. " Amaranth reached her hand and placed two fingers on his neck, one on each fang scar, ignoring the way Astarion flinched. "These aren't the small, tender bites you pepper across my flesh, no these are jagged and wild, made worse by these." she ghosts her fingertips between the holes, her eyes saddening. Astarion sntached her wrist preventing her from touching further. His jaw clenched, his eyes were furrowed and locked to her's, but he didn't interrupt her.

"This texture? Scars from his incisors. That son of a bitch bit you so hard he almost ripped your throat out," her voice cracked where she didn't mean and her eyes began to sting. Amaranth pulled her fingers from his neck, wanting instead to caress his check. Her wrist still trapped in his hand, she gently grazed her knuckle across his jawbone. "Sorry," she whispered smally. Astarion loosened his grip at her apologetic touch.

Trying to save herself, she joked, "You were also terribly conspicuous about the boar, Darling. Even before we even added a half-baked monster hunter to our group. So I don't see how I'm the naive one." Blinking away the wet in her eyes, Amaranth said softly, "No, I took one look at your cover and knew what kind of book you were, but I'm the one who decided to read you." She peeked at him through her lashes, "And I'm glad I did, I'm surprised by what I've found in your pages."

For a long silent moment, Astarion stared at her. Reading her or collecting his thoughts before scoffing, "I didn't realize I was so easy to read, I'll have to double my efforts for the future."

"As if you could, I'm your mirror remember? Now, hand me that stupid towel, dinner's getting cold," Amaranth said playfully reaching for the towel Astarion still held, but she failed.

With deft hands, the elf flicked the towel around her shoulders earning himself one of those darling smiles of her's he'd grown so fond of. She'd known all along. No wonder she reacted cooly, but it still didn't explain why she'd agreed to any of it. Always full of surprises. More so than him apparently. His eyes softened. She always saw him with those big, beautiful shining eyes of hers. He supposed he chose the perfect mirror. He pushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyebrows pinched.

"You're giving me that look," she said.

"What look?" Astarion asked with the lift of an eyebrow confused.

Amaranth playfully narrowed her eyes, " That soft look. You know it makes me want to indulge you. Perhaps Gale is right, maybe I do cater to you too much."

At the mention of Gale, a switch went off in Astarion. "Gale's just jealous," he dismissed. "Here you are lecturing me naked, why I'm sure Gale just wishes he could indulge in the whole, Dinner and a Show package, you cater to me," he purred, closing in on her.

With a small eyeroll, Amaranth hummed, "You're incorrigible." She muttered an easy encantantion matching signs in her hand and instantly dried off. "All right, let's go. I think I've hogged the bathroom long enough," she said, ducking around him to grab her dressing robe.

"Lovely," Astarion said, straighting out her robe, "Now with all this talk of Gale-can we do it in my tent tonight? I want Gale to hear you indulge me." He asked through a devilish grin extending his hand.

Amaranth returned a cheeky smile, "If that's what you want. But I'm not going to be intentionally loud." She grabbed his hand to be led out the room.

"I'll see about that."

"You know I can cast Silence right?"

"Oh, you're no fun."

"I thought your whole point was that I am a lot of fun?"

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austinsgirl · 2 years ago

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Rather Die | Chapter 11

rating: pg-13, talks of pregnancy, language

word count: 1986

cross posted on wattpad

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“And cut! That's a wrap! Thank you everyone!" Anna calls out as the movie just shot their last scene. A very wet, steamy, rain kiss.

Austin high fives Vic, playing it cool. Although, he'd love to hug her instead, or do more. He hasn't been able to get her out of his mind the past couple weeks since their hook up.

Regret has been killing him. He hates what he did to her, falling for Eliana's alluring ways. He wishes he hadn't fucked up. Victoria would be his if he didn't.

He can't help but to bask her sexual beauty at the moment. Her wet tee, clinging in all the right places.

Austin starts to head to his trailer to get those thoughts out of his head.

"Hey, Butler!" Vic calls out to him. "See you at you at the wrap party?"

He's surprised she'd ask him such a thing, as he knows she's been dying to get filming over with so they'd never have to see each other again. Well, at least for a while until promos start.

"Uh, yeah! I'll be there."

"Cool. See you then!"

"Why'd you ask if he was going?" Mila questions Victoria.

"I wanted to know if my night would be more entertaining. If he's there, I get to watch him suffer in jealousy one last time because he'll see me & Ashton together."

"You're crazy, Vic."

"I know. But he's made my life a living hell, so."

Little does she know, Austin's been keeping up on the asshole act to hide his true feelings towards her, and he now finds it as a turn on to see her get all worked up & frustrated. So, lately, making her life a living hell has really been a benefit for him.

At the wrap party, drinks are being had, music is blaring through the speakers. It's almost as if it was the cast party all over again, but this time it was a different club.

Austin sits in the corner, sipping on an old fashioned as he watches Victoria & Ashton dance the same way he & Victoria danced the night things fell apart.

"Hey handsome." Eliana comes up & sits next to him.

"What are you doing here, Eli?" he asks, annoyed.

"You know I'd never miss a good party. And I knew you'd be here."

"Yep. I'm here. Probably going to leave soon though."

"Awe why? The party just started."

"Yeah, well, I don't really enjoy watching the girl I like dance with her boyfriend, so."

"Victoria?"

"Yeah."

"You like her again? You're over me?"

"Honestly...I don't think I ever stopped liking her deep down. I really regret kissing you that night, you know."

"How could you regret kissing me? I'm the best you've ever had, Austin."

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Eliana."

"So, Im not the best you've ever had?"

"Bingo. Sorry."

"Let me prove it to you. I still want you, Austin."

"No thanks, I'm good."

Eliana leans in closer to him, staring to nibble on his ear how he likes. "Cmon, Aus. I know you want-

"No, Eliana. Stop." he cuts her off. "I told you we were over, like a million times. It's not happening. You showed me your true colors that day I saw you making out with that rando. Vic was right about you & I really wish I would have listened to her." Austin gets up & starts heading out.

"Wait! Austin! Please! One more chance!" Eliana calls out.

Austin just ignores her & continues on.

Victoria notices that he's leaving. She starts to feel accomplished, thinking she was making him jealous enough to leave, but then she spots Eliana. She knew instantly she was the reason why Austin left.

"Thanks for making Austin leave! I was trying to win him back!" Eliana yells at Vic over the loud music.

"Yeah, okay. I'm sure he left because of you, because he was tired of listening to your bullshit. He told you plenty of times you guys were done for." Victoria says.

"No, he didn't, but okay."

"He did, I was there, everytime you came to set begging him to take you back."

"You're so annoying." Eliana says, storming off.

"Guess you haven't met yourself then!" Vic shouts to her.

Ashton whispers into her ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

A few weeks have passed & Victoria feels like a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders not having to deal with Austin or Eliana. She hasn't seen or spoken to them since the wrap party.

Victoria's been happy to put the past behind her & get a new start. She's been looking for more opportunities now that she's been done with filming, and has had some time off to herself & to enjoy her new official boyfriend.

Ashton took her on a date to Dave & Busters, a place where a part of their first date took place. While Victoria was in the bathroom, Ashton had one a little teddy bear holding a heart out of a crane machine. When she came back, he asked her to be his. It was a cheesy moment, but Vic absolutely loved it.

"Hey, are you gonna ever stop looking for jobs today?" Mila asks Victoria, as she's been sitting at the counter literally all day on her laptop.

"Um, yeah. I'm about to right now actually. I'm starting to feel nauseous from looking at the screen too much." Vic responds.

"Oof, yeah. You're looking kind of green. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will."

Before she knew it, Vic was running to the bathroom to throw up.

"Do you feel better now?" Mila asks as Vic comes out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, a little bit. I think I'll be fine."

A couple days later

"Fuck." Vic mutters to herself as she sits on the floor in front of the toilet.

She gets herself up from the floor and finds Mila in the kitchen making herself a bagel.

"Mila?.."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I, um...fuck." Vic starts to form tears in her eyes. "I think I might be pregnant."

"You what?" Mila responds with a full bite of her bagel in her mouth.

"I think I might be pregnant, which would be insane because I've always been told at my gyno check ups that I may not be able to conceive because of how fucked up my cycles are & practically being infertile." she rambles, being nervous.

"Okay, slow down. Why do you think you are?"

"I just threw up again, and it like came out of nowhere. I don't know what else it could be. I've been feeling fine, it's not a constant thing like if I had food poisoning."

"I have a couple tests in the bathroom if you want to use them. I had a pregnancy scare a few months ago and impulsively bought like three boxes."

"Okay, yeah, I'll do that. But if I am...I don't know who the father is. Like it could be Austin from our one time or Ashton's."

"Have you told Ashton about that time with Austin like I've been saying you should?"

"No, I havent. I just haven't been able to find the right way to tell him."

"Well, you need to. Especially if you're pregnant & he could possibly be the father, or if you're pregnant with another man's baby."

"I know, I know. And if I am...I think I want to keep it. Like it would be a miracle if I am with the amount of times I've been told it would be hard for me to get pregnant."

"I get that. And no matter what, I'm here for you every step of the way."

"Thanks, Mila. I appreciate it. I'm gonna go take those tests since I have to pee anyways."

"Okay. Do you want to look at them together?"

"Yeah. I cant do this alone."

"Okay. Go pee, and I'll be right there."

Victoria does her business & takes the tests.

"This is the longest three minutes of my life." Vic complains.

"Thirty more seconds." Mila says looking at her timer.

When the seconds were up, Victoria took a deep breath & closed her eyes before looking at the tests.

Both tests read positive.

"Shit." Vic says to herself.

Mila reads the tests herself, "Oh my god."

"Now I really have to tell Ashton, huh?"

"Mhm. You need to tell Austin too."

"Fuck. I do, because I'm gonna have to get a paternity test."

"Are you for sure it could be Austin's?"

"Well, when I looked up how long it takes for early symptoms to start, it lines up with that time. I have this gut feeling too that it's his."

"Why?"

"Because in the heat of the moment, and not being prepared, Austin & I didn't use protection, but me and Ashton have been. Just incase, even though it would be unlikely I could get pregnant. But here we are."

"Oh damn. Who are you telling first?"

"I don't know. Austin I guess. He'd be easier to tell. I don't know."

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

"I'll go see who it is." Mila says.

She goes out into the main part of the apartment and answers the door.

"Oh, hi Ash! I didn't know you were coming over."

"Hey, Mila. Yeah, I wanted to surprise Vic with some Starbucks. I got you one too. Where is she?" Ashton asks.

"Aw, that's so sweet! Thanks! She's in the bathroom. I'll let her know you're here."

Mila let's Ashton in and goes back to the bathroom.

"Hey, Ashton's here. I think that's who you're telling first."

"Oh god. No time to prepare, but okay."

"I'm here if you need me. You know that."

"I know."

They both walk out into the kitchen.

"Hey! There's my girl! How are you?" Ashton asks.

Tears start streaming down Victoria's face. "Um, can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong?"

They go into the living area & have a seat on the couch.

"I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile now, because you deserve to know, but I haven't been able to bring myself to tell you, but I really need to tell you now."

"What is it, Vic?"

"A few weeks ago, before we made it official, and while I was still filming....Austin & I, we....we hooked up. It was a total mistake, and it shouldn't have happened, but it did, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry it happened & I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Vic just sobs as she gets her words out.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm glad you told me sooner than later. Things happen, and we weren't together yet. It's okay, really."

"But it's not..." she cries more, struggling to get the rest out. "I'm pregnant. And it could be his, or it could be yours."

Ashton covers his mouth in shock.

"I'm so sorry." Victoria says. "If you don't want anything to do with me, or the baby, I get it."

"Does Austin know?" he asks.

"No. I just found out right before you came."

"And you want to keep the baby? I mean, I'm sure you do, right? With your issues, I'm sure you're surprised this even happened."

"Yeah, I do. Whethers it's yours, or his. I just don't want this to change anything between us. I do really like you, Ash. Shit, I love you & I don't want to lose you over this."

"You're not going to lose me, Vic. I love you too. We'll get through this no matter what happens, alright?"

"Okay. Thank you for being so amazing, and understanding."

"Of course. Like I said, things happen. It's okay."

He reaches over & kisses the top of her head.

Now that the hard part is over, the next step is to tell Austin. We can only hope he'll take the news just as well as Ashton did.

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sexynetra · 1 year ago

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@lady-assnali tagged me in this fun little tag game as a sneaky little tactic to get more peeks at the chapter before I post and guess what? It worked 💕 (love you mon bien-aimé, nobody loves rawnsyf like you none of this would happen without you xxoo)

1. Share the premise (as much or as little as you’d like) of the WIP that’s been haunting you lately.

RAWNSYF CHAPTER 6 MY MORTAL ENEMY MY BELOVED I have been stuck with her for so long I think my brain is made of jell-o.

We left off with a steamy drunken makeout, but how will Marcia react when there’s no alcohol to blame her decisions on? How will Marcia and Anetra’s friends react to the news of their kiss? Will Anetra ever catch a goddamn break??? Tune in next week* to find out ;)

*hopefully this week

2. Share the last line of your latest WIP

Anetra’s decision was made for her before she could think about anything.

“Okay.”

3. ctrl + f for any of these words: hand, gold, bed, brown, money, tea, smile, water. if any of those are in your wip, share those sentences too.

Here’s the tea, bestie. I cannot do that because hand alone has 62 hits. But I can pick and choose an assortment for y’all

She was trying to be a gentleman. To keep her hands and teeth to exclusively PG-13 areas

It felt like ages before Marcia moved, raising her hands slowly as if she was worried Anetra would flee out the window

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she straightened the towel, running a hand through her damp hair

She broke off and Sasha squeezed both her hands encouragingly

“So… about Marcia…” Anetra began, half-wishing she had ordered a drink just so she would have something to do with her hands

“But my bed is available for cuddling, if you want.”

“That bad,” Anetra sighed, pushing off her bed to sit at her desk chair

Anetra smiled in spite of herself, sending a half a dozen hearts so she didn’t have to think of a real response, and groaned when she saw the message below

Anetra traced a pattern of water stains on the wooden table with two fingers, wondering if she could drown on dry land from the absurdity of the situation

4. No pressure tags:

@eyeslikewatercoolers @marciax3-appreciator @goodemethyd

#hi beta I know ur seeing this and are ready to scratch my eyeballs out for posting all these snippets before you can edit :) I love u #I’ll buy you a pastry at brunch this weekend so you are legally not allowed to be angy with me #and miss assnali thank you for tagging me you truly are my beloved #I write for you this marshie is for you you love her the most #anyway if you can’t tell I’m very excited to post this chapter #I’ve been waiting so long #enjoy your sneak previews I tried not to spoil anything 😈#but if you’ve been looking at every preview I’ve posted I bet there’s some puzzle pieces you can put together #rpdr 15 #drag race #anetra #drag race 15 #rpdr #marcia #anarcia #asks #running away will never set you free #anarcia fanfic #anarcia fanfiction #rawnsyf #tag game #also I did this on my phone so sorry if the formatting is fucked up #my writing

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hakhub · 2 years ago

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(Short Story) Matchsticks

Oof it happened.

I was shitposty-joking with myself when I thought about how funny it would be to write a Bond 10 fic where they Totally Bang but the scene shifted in tone so many times that 10 months later I am now sitting with this 8,600 word existential nightmare for Bond 11. I wish I could have gone over this one a few more times (mostly to rework my clumsy ass similes) but I had promised myself I'd post this no matter what form it was in once he dinged so AAA.

PG-13: It gets steamy but there's no sex. Can't fault them for trying though

Pairing: Achilles x Hako (Mastersona)

Achilles flexed his fingers and readied his spear, staring down his former mentor’s golden bow.

The training area was sparsely populated given the time of night- or rather, time of very early day- it wasn’t completely out of the norm for him to train at any and all hours of a cycle, but his intentions were more muddled than usual when he suddenly propositioned Chiron for a training battery and the latter agreed.

Tellingly, he was more than aware enough to know he hated training with Chiron.

He took a sharp inhale, wound his fingers along the length of his spear, and burst to a sprint. In some desperate attempt to keep himself sharp, he was willingly going to subject himself to an opponent he knew had no concept of taking it easy. He swatted back waves of golden arrows that Chiron unleashed for what felt like minutes of sustained fire; he could barely advance forwards, pinned by the overwhelming number of projectiles and performing as usefully as a dull stick in a gun fight.

A voice scolded him in the back of his mind, “what’re you doing? Get your act together!”

He snapped himself back to the present and had already seen the bout’s ending blow about to reach him and it was far too late to dodge. He was struck in the thigh by a particularly sneaky shot from Chiron and clumsily fell to the floor with a pained grunt.

Chiron dryly added, “sloppy catch, that one.”

Achilles yanked the stray bolt from his leg and tossed it aside, “as if I don’t know that already.”

He flexed his fingers to shake off whatever unspoken words were daring to formulate in his mind and put himself back into stance.

“Are you sure you want to continue?” the question was steady in tone and it immediately hit him as patronizing. It made him scowl.

His imagination added the impatient toe taps of a very familiar pair of sneakers in the corner. He turned his head and he could see them standing off to one end of the training area, their arms crossed and their foot continuing to tap on the floor, an unamused expression marring their face. Their dark little eyes squinted on him, focused and demanding as they always used to be.

“What the hell are you doing lookin’ at me? Answer him, dipshit!” they gestured at Chiron emphatically.

“Achilles?” Chiron drew him out of his reveries.

“Huh? What?” he shook his head and returned to stance, “I’m ready. Let’s go!”

“Have you considered stopping for a moment to examine yourself?”

His eyes narrowed from Chiron’s unsolicited comment, “and why’s that?”

“You’re quite clearly distracted.”

“I’m not-“ he cut himself off, the corners of his mouth terse and annoyed at the notion Chiron was completely correct on, “then what do you suggest?”

“That you perhaps ponder on the matters bothering you,” Chiron left with a parting shoulder pat, “although I am certain you were already aware of that.”

He sighed upon his teacher’s departure and dissipated his spear, “tch. I could have won that on a good day.”

But it wasn’t a good day, was it?

He lifted his gaze to the usual corner Hako would sit in, their favorite spot to coach and lead the thousands of training exercises they personally designed, but there was no one there. No one had been there for weeks; no one was there to criticize his performance down to the minutia, no one was there to aggravate him with incessant nagging on proper form or proper procedure, and no one was there to argue with him until the sun came up. To think, someone a fraction of his size and with twice an explosive temper had carved out such a known presence for him that nothing seemed right without them around.

He scoffed to no one but himself and stuffed his hands into his pockets; getting into a good spar wouldn’t be good if he couldn’t even get himself to proper form. In a rare move, he left the training area behind him.

The halls were just as sparsely populated as all the other corridors he had passed. Justifiable, he figured, given the time. Most of those that didn’t need physical sleep like himself were off enjoying their downtime in their own spaces, keeping to themselves and keeping quiet. But even then things were way too quiet. There wasn’t even a gaggle of child Servants chattering the night away, since they were almost always following the candy filled pockets of Hako-

He ceased his train of thought, hoping to derail the conclusions he was coming to with something else. But he couldn’t stop himself. The walls were less bright. The floors were dull underneath his boots. The further and further he walked it only became more evident that without Hako’s usual banter and presence that everything felt barren, everything felt…

Joyless.

He stopped mid-stride.

“Achilles? It’s not like you to wander about here,” Jeanne D’Arc caught his attention, having turned the corner, “couldn’t find any partners for the training area?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “can’t I go for a walk, stretch my legs a little?”

His attempt at playing coy may as well have been transparent given how quickly Jeanne saw through him. Her tone possessed a knowing lilt.

“Didn’t your definition of stretching your legs involve property damage?”

He raised his hands, feigning impending arrest, “You’ve got me there, miss. Guilty as charged for the water cooler last week.”

“The one you punted, hm? Like a football?” she added wryly, “you’re lucky I found it amusing.”

“Somebody has to be the fun one around here. I’m rather responsible taking up the charge for base-wide entertainment every week.”

Jeanne released a giggle, “oh, Heavens. You? Responsible?”

“Alright I may be slightly exaggerating.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” she took a step forward to inspect him closer. He leaned against the wall in response, obscuring his hands by slipping them into his pockets once more, “what brings you to this part of the base?”

His eyes darted to Jeanne- her focus was completely on him, absorbing details and coming to conclusions (however accurate they could be) in her own mind. A lump formed at the back of his throat before he turned the angle of his body to better face her, playing casual.

“I forgot, by the way,” he cleared his throat, “to congratulate you.”

She tilted her head.

“On the grailing,” he completed.

Her expression softened from inquisitiveness to understanding. She paused for a half-breath before adding in the same playful lilt she had used before, “I was surprised how easy the process was. Amazing how fast a palingenesis goes when Master Hako isn’t resorting to throwing the grails.”

He cracked a lopsided smile: of course she knew. He looked away from her a moment to finally ask, “how are they?”

“Hm?”

“Hako.”

“They’re fine. Why are you-“

“They uh…” he started to rub the back of his neck, “they’ve been scarce for months.”

“Not quite scarce so much as they’re working hard in their studio. You know just as well as anyone they like their alone time with their music.”

“This seems different, though. They get really mad if anyone knocks on the door to check on them.”

Jeanne visibly was taken aback, “Oh, so you did try to talk to them?”

“I tried a little while ago, but they-“ he hid his hands in his pockets again, shrugging dismissively as if doing so would dissuade further scrutiny, “got upset. Told me to leave them alone and slammed the door shut.”

Jeanne scoffed gently, “that hasn’t stopped you before, Achilles.”

He snorted, “true. But they did seem really mad. Not like the fun-mad, but actually mad.”

She tilted her head at him, “if you’re that worried about them, why not say something? Better for you to speak to them directly than make me relay in your stead.”

She copied his shrug as she passed him in the corridor, “after all, I wouldn’t be able to capture your innate charm.”

His eyes were on Jeanne’s fluttering navy cape as she passed him, but he wasn’t actually focusing on her. He exhaled through his nose and turned on his heel to continue in the same direction he had been walking towards: Hako’s studio. Being direct and confrontational was supposed to be his style after all, and even subconsciously he was making his way there before Jeanne had prodded him.

Although what troubled him more was the idea he really was that worried about them. They were normally so upfront with mood; seeing them withdrawn and unwilling to talk at all, responding friendliness with vitriol wasn’t in line with them. If anything given past experience it meant something weighed on them, and no one benefit from that. There was always a difference between the more entertaining insults and barbs they threw back and forth with each other compared to the actual anger they showed him last.

Would this time be different?

He turned the last corner and the studio was just a few feet away. He kept his stride patient and steady, his eyes fixated on the lonely door at the end of the hall. He started to outstretch his hand to grasp the knob until the door swung open and he (narrowly) dodged getting hit in the face.

“Let’s go Mommy!” Jack tugged Hako behind her by the hand, the pair emerging from the studio in a rush, “go, go, go! Mommy’s been cooped up in their music closet for too long and I want to be tucked in!”

“Aw come on Jack, you don’t even need sleep-“ Hako wasn’t putting in a complete effort to resist the child tugging them along but did seem visibly annoyed (albeit in a gentler, less violent fashion than with anyone else), “and would ya quit callin’ me Mommy? Chrissakes I ain’t even related to you. And what’d I say about breakin’ in the studio when I’m in there!?”

Jack of course was completely ignoring any excuses Hako was spouting, too occupied with chirping about songs she could have for her lullaby and her arbitrarily planned nap.

His eyes fell to the open studio door.

It wasn’t like he would be able to ask since now they were busy with Jack, so it would be reasonable just to see, wouldn’t it?

He checked both ends of the hallway for an explicit lack of witnesses and then stepped inside.

The studio, despite some cheap renovations to work in a soundboard and a stack of computers, was still just a repurposed closet with a worktable on one side. The quarters were tight despite removal of the old shelving, and it seemed purposefully tailored for someone as small-bodied as Hako was (at least in comparison to anyone more than six inches taller than them). The normally blue-toned lights used around the base were replaced with incandescent bulbs, less energy efficient but exuding warmer light. He wondered, idly, if Hako had chosen older light bulbs just for the sake of immersion. Most of the equipment looked repurposed, wires strung out and reattached or soldered to other consoles; the only thing that didn’t look jerry-rigged was the wired headset plugged into the main console port, and even that had been so tightly packed in with everything else he could barely spread his arms out before hitting something. The space on the floor was clear enough that he wouldn’t trip, but the entire console area in front of him was cluttered with an eclectic mix of wires, guitar strings, used coffee cups, plectrums, and candy. Still, there was nothing particularly indicative in view that gave him any insight.

“No wonder Jack is the only one that could get in here- ow!” he murmured and winced when his forehead struck a low-hanging box, one situated just a little too far out from its proper spot on the shelf perpendicular to the worktable. Given the height it was within reach of someone like Hako if they were standing on a chair but perfect for him to walk into without looking.

He reached up to grab the lip of the box, noting that it wasn’t particularly heavy and hoisted it to get a better look inside and nearly dropped the parcel at the sight of glimmering flames in gleaming cups.

“Bond Chalices? There’s at least ten of them,” he remarked, examining the first golden cup in his hand, meticulously cared for like every grail he had seen Hako handle. He rotated the cup along its stem, spotting a piece of tape with something else attached.

He plucked off the attachment to find a memory stick and a name inscribed on its surface: Jeanne D’Arc.

His eyes darted to the rest of the box contents and he started to dig. He picked up the first one he saw and found a similar memory stick with Jack’s name written on it. He picked another to find one designated for Ishtar. He picked up the fourth and his breath escaped his body.

The fourth was labelled for him.

His gaze couldn’t lift from his name written in their scrawl. It transfixed him. The sight of it simmered lower and lower into his mind like a capsizing boat. The other recipients made sense: Jack was their young charge, Jeanne was their closest confidante, Ishtar was their temperamental center, but why him? Why would they prepare something so generous especially given how angry they were about him even asking last time?

He plucked the memory stick taped to his designated gift and flitted to the computer access port on the worktable.

He had to know.

He plugged the memory stick into the port, noting how the computer displayed a duration timer and started to play a sound file that was stuck inside. He lifted the headphones from their perch and put them on with a mounting sense of anxiety.

At first he could only pick up faint static, presumably the recording equipment being set up. there were a few scuffling noises and the creak of a chair before he finally heard the unmistakable sound of Hako grumbling to themselves.

“Ugh. I’m really going to do this, huh?” their voice cracked into laughter, some pale attempt to ready themselves, “fuck. It was so easy to do this for everyone else, but…”

Their scoff was noticeably self-depreciating, “with you, it’s always hard. I keep tellin’ myself that it’s ‘cause you’re a jackass-“

He smirked at first from their quip, but it was the following remark, one lowered in volume and softened in tone that tensed him back up.

“But there’s always more to it than the first thing in my head about you, isn’t there?”

Their fingers raked at the metal strings of their guitar.

“I got this problem, you know? I don’t know how to turn this shit off, alright? I want to be honest, I want to tell the truth but I- with you it’s so…god damn it.”

He could hear them muss with their headband; it was a mannerism typically used for being exasperated.

“Fuck. I don’t know what’s right at this rate,” they continued, “my words…my words’ve failed me every time I try.”

They took a deep breath and released it gingerly, “So I thought…maybe I’ll try this. The only way I know how to say something. So…here goes.”

The only way they could say something?

He finally noticed that the recording had entire minutes remaining.

Hako plucked at their acoustic guitar, dull yet gentle rakes of their fingertips along its metal strings. The sound, welcoming and soft, slackened his jaw. His fingertips unwound from the bundled mess of wires connecting the headphones to the desktop, falling to his sides. His chest ached. What on Earth was he experiencing?

Their song had an eased gait, wordless and merely made of simplistic notes. They made the melody sound so haphazard, so casually strung together, yet he knew that every note was weighed carefully by them with thought and consideration. It all was so deliberate yet effortless.

They had always said that music could transport, that it could transform. He believed them halfheartedly; sure, he could accept that for someone like Hako, who valued music more than they valued anything else, listening and thinking about esoteric sound waves had intrinsic and implicit meaning. It didn’t apply to himself though. He was too literal, too based in reality and able to see things as they were. Music was nice to listen to- he would grant them that- and he understood the importance of rhythm for setting movement and unity but for sound waves in certain orders inspiring deep meaning? It was utter nonsense. His appreciation of song was a casual affair, something evocative of a good time and nothing more for its duration. There were more important things he could see, touch, and taste that were more tangible and less hypothetical.

Oh how wrong he had been.

It had been in the way their fingers bent each string, flexing briefly before the recorder caught a slight squeak just as the next chord took shape. Each small pluck felt like a stepping stone beneath him, small musings and thoughts that painted pictures of something long buried, something in a life he had lived entire centuries ago.

He could see a sea of golden fields, the brush of grain tickling against his ankles and wrists as a child when he took his first run, arms outstretched to experience the world around him. There was no weighted armor impeding him then. He was safe, and always happy. He remembered laughing until his sides hurt, tumbling down hills as he hunted for small game as a burgeoning warrior that hadn’t even become cognizant of what war and rampant violence really meant. He remembered the sensation of reaching out and finally experiencing the rush of affection that came in holding someone else’s hand.

He thought of dark eyes, the same ones that regarded him softly and quietly. He thought of matching hair, frayed and shaggy, a warm hue that could gleam amber and gold in bright enough light. He thought of a familiar smile, crooked and with prominent fangs that peeked out beneath soft lips he hadn’t tasted yet. He thought of how his spirits lightened, how he felt reassured upon the sight of them welcoming him back. He thought of one fateful night, the one where he came to know the finite and fleeting delight of lying with Patroclus for the very first time.

How could a song Hako recorded possibly evoke so much? How could such feelings well inside of him the way they were, with warmth and joy, and-

They started to sing.

He never had heard them sing like they did on tape. Typically they shouted and screamed and yelled, and when they did perform in the presence of Servants they had intentionally used their speaking voice instead of actually aiming to hit notes. Even when singing lullabies to Jack they had masked their actual sound with a subtle hum. They had crafted a disingenuous visage. Now, without restraint and without their perpetual falsehoods holding them back their cadence carried and carried in the recording, exposed to him alone.

Their voice hit warm and sweet with a touch of air that let them float between guitar plucks in rhythmic rises and falls. Yet despite its initial gentle brush to his ears there was also a great deal of pain lurking within, a sound that became known in a sustained note that struck him like the sight of a firelight in the night.

He finally recollected that he had heard words like the ones they were singing before, months ago.

It had been the tail-end of the annual summer trip, and the campsite was finally settling down for the last night. Jack was asleep by their feet, curled up in her usual clingy way, while they remained perched on a log with their guitar taking the spot on their lap. They were plucking at its strings absentmindedly while their focus, their attention, rest on the bonfire meant to keep everyone warm. Their lips were moving, now in hindsight mumbling the lyrics to the song, but barely any sound came out and he didn’t recognize it at the time.

“Nah, that’s not right…” they shook their head, flattening their fingers against the strings to stop them from vibrating.

“What’re you doing?” he asked. Back then, he didn’t know any better.

“Huh? Oh uh,” they glanced at him and then gave a dismissive wave, “nothin’ important. Just a song I’m trying to learn.”

“You seemed frustrated. Is it hard?” he sat next to them, looking out at the other Servants that were cleaning up some ways away.

“You could say that,” Hako put their guitar to the unoccupied side of the log, “I’m having a hard time getting the voice right.”

“Voice? Like what, singing it?”

“Part of it. I meant voice like…a tone, you know? A mood.”

“What’s so hard about it? It’s just a feeling.”

“It’s a feeling I’m not apt at,” Hako admitted, “I always struggle with love songs.”

“Love songs huh? What’s the occasion?” he punched their arm playfully, “what bet did you lose?”

“Wha- it wasn’t for a bet you jackass!” they shot back, whacking his fist aside, “ugh nevermind. You wouldn’t get it.”

“I’m just joking around!” He waved his hands with a bright laugh, “C’mon. I promise I won’t judge.”

Hako hunched over to a comfortable slouch, resting their cheek in one hand, “Just thinking about someone.”

“Aw, first boyfriend? Girlfriend?”

“It’s not like that! I knew you wouldn’t get it,” they snapped, placing their glowering stare towards the fire instead.

“You can’t do the secretive ‘thinking about someone’ line and expect me not to pry a little.”

Hako scoffed, then smiled crooked and wry, their prominent fangs peeking out beneath their lip, “I really can’t hide anything from you nowadays, can I?”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, tilting his head to the nearby woods, “tch, maybe you’re just that easy to read.”

They laughed, “That’s rich, comin’ out of you. Alright I’ll humor you.”

They rest their elbows at their knees and leaned towards the light, “It was someone I really cared about. Someone I really liked.”

The last statement lingered on him; Hako was never open about their personal relationships. Hardly anyone on base even knew if they had ever dated anyone or even had interest in other people. It had always just been an assumption that they simply weren’t interested in much companionship, romantic or platonic or otherwise. The people they were close with were simply the Servants that were around the longest or in Jack’s case, were a child that needed protection.

His curiosity was piqued so it only seemed apt to engage them, “oh yeah? What were they like?”

Their eyes flicked to his face and their mouth opened slightly- they hadn’t expected him to actually ask further. Their body tensed momentarily as if something was going to fall on their lap before they adjusted their seating position, “he was… great.”

They blinked slowly, their expression softening to something wistful, “He was everything I could have ever wanted.”

He watched them take a steady draw of breath after finishing their sentence. He could have sworn that something glimmered at the corners of their eyes and leaned forward to see, “Did you-“

They turned away at the last moment, adjusting the bandana around their neck.

“But I didn’t act on it. He had somebody else. And even if I did say anything, it wouldn’t matter anyway since he’s dead.”

Achilles withdrew and rest his hands on his lap, “…oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know-”

“It was fine, really. I’m over it,” Hako rubbed their nape, looking off into the woods, “I was happy just to be near him.”

They shifted in their seat again, tucking one leg to their chest and their head looking skyward with unreadable intent.

Without thinking he had mirrored their posture and watched the twinkling stars, and with even less thought released his best attempt at a comforting (but humorous) remark, “his loss.”

Hako turned.

“I’m sure you would’ve been really sweet with him.”

Their flinch was subtle; his remark had put them off guard. Before he could make an observation on it though they just as swiftly glanced aside to conceal a quick pawing at their face. There may have been a stray tear they didn’t want him to take notice of.

With their mood starting to turn around for the better he added, “Maybe- who knows- you’d put out before the third date.”

“You fuckin’ bitch!” despite how upset they sounded, and despite their tiny hands swatting at him like a rotating propeller of rage, they were laughing from his teasing, “you WISH somebody put out before the third date!”

“Yeah, it’s called forgoing pleasantries and getting to the good part- ow!” he was cheerful until their fist finally made contact with his face, “what’s with you and right hooks lately?”

They shook their hand out, “what’s with you and your punchable face?”

The both of them were cackling raucously, bobbing side to side on their shared seat until Hako quieted down at the sight of the still slumbering Jack clinging to their feet.

“Better keep it down, yeah?” Achilles noted.

“Yeah,” they reached over to pet Jack’s head and gingerly reposition themselves so that their feet were not held hostage by their very clingy Servant, “thanks though. For listenin’.”

“Anytime.”

Another silence fell between them, only filled by small crackles of fire. He reflected on their recent conversation, and especially Hako’s shy body language. He hadn’t really seen them behave like a waffling schoolgirl before and it normally wasn’t his cup of tea, but then again he had also never seen them so worked up about something that they were fighting back tears. Someone like Hako didn’t break, even during combat when their life or their Servants’ lives were threatened. He normally admired their bravado, but-

“Hey, Achilles,” Hako’s voice drew him back.

He sat up straighter, “what?”

“Do you ever worry if you’re someone’s replacement?” they had looked at him a moment before returning their gaze to the dying fire pit.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Like if you’re only valued because you fulfill someone else’s missing niche.”

“What, like a job?”

“Yeah, just with people. Friendships, family, romance. Doesn’t matter,” they began vaguely at first, “there’s specific things we all want from other people. Companionship. Love. Sex. Food. So we take the things that are convenient, the small aspects that we enjoy from other people, and we give away what pieces they want in return. It’s like we’re filling the spaces we’re missing, the things we’re all deficient in.”

“Is that really what you think?”

“So what if I do? Of course I’m guilty of it. I use people. And people use me.”

He held his breath and a frown, glancing to the fading flames before him.

Their question felt like an accusation, “What I’m asking is how long does it take before we take too much? When is it that as you look at someone, you start erasing what’s actually there to fit some ideal you really want?”

The air surrounding them shifted once more, making Achilles start to panic; the ambient light of the fire rapidly faded, sinking them both into darkness. He scrambled to say something, anything at all, to restore their more peacefully jovial atmosphere, but he wasn’t equipped with anything of worth.

They turned on their heel to leave, “ah whatever. Gettin’ too philosophical for my own good. I need another drink. Keep the fire goin’ will you? It’ll be freezing as all fuck if you let it die.”

Achilles lowered the headphones from his ears, the sound of Hako’s song just loud enough for him to still hear in the isolation of their unoccupied recording studio. He hadn’t realized it had looped a second time that he was so lost in thought. His fingertips brushed against the surface of the headphones, noting the wear and tear on the padding, but his mind was quite clearly elsewhere.

He thought of their last extended conversation during the summer, now months ago. He thought of their words about replacements. Their voice continued to repeat in his mind.

“When is it that as you look at someone, you start erasing what’s actually there to fit some ideal you really want?”

His fingers flexed the headphones; how long were they both dancing around in circles as they were? How long did he care about them the way he did, knowing full-well that in their eyes he was merely projecting his feelings for Patroclus onto them? Could he be guilty? Was he truly filling in the gaps on a convenient vessel that bore some resemblance to the actual person he wanted at his side? What about them? There was always the inkling in the back of his mind in the way they treated him, that perhaps there was something Hako had wanted to offer him that wasn’t the occasional drink and play-fight, but was he in return a consolation prize for someone else they wanted to have?

He thought back to golden fields and one fateful night beneath a haze of stars and victory, to see and be elated by the sight of Patroclus’ crooked and toothy grin. Did he want to make Hako laugh as often as he did because he wanted to, because they were friends, or was it because they smiled the same way his long deceased dearest had? Was he simply trying to be close to them to make a crude facsimile of his past? Was it even worth it to feel anything for anyone at this rate, if all anyone and everyone would ever do was try to force others into roles they were never made for?

His eyes fell to the lonely hum of Hako’s voice continuing to sing on recording. For all their song’s intricately woven beauty, it had also been one made from bittersweet nostalgia; it was all they could lend voice to for their emotions and especially their doubts and fears. At the core of it all they were asking him the same question they had posed to him months before.

How could we see more than a sum of parts if we only projected our losses and desires onto each other?

His thumbs pressed against the padding; he had to give an answer of his own, one that wouldn’t fail either of them. He turned on his foot to face the entrance.

He would have steeled himself but Hako had opened the studio door before he could think of anything remotely eloquent.

“Must have forgotten to lock up,” they remarked, checking the locks on the door and not even aware to the fact he was standing a mere handful of feet out of their field of vision, “hm. At least the lock works-“

They turned and spotted him immediately.

His throat ran dry.

“Achilles? What the fuck are you doin’ here?” they didn’t sound terribly agitated, more benignly curious if anything. Their sleep attire and untied hair denoted they were checking the studio before going to sleep themselves.

They blinked at him quizzically, drawing what he could only suppose were thousands of possible conclusions in their mind at the sight of him frozen in place next to the console, with a headset in his hands, and the display clearly showing that he was listening to the song file they had made for him.

“I uh-“ he had to cough to clear out an imaginary clog in his windpipe, causing him to fumble the headphones and clatter it to the floor.

Dropping something must have activated Hako’s perception since they immediately selected their conclusion of choice and transitioned from docile to furious; they slammed the studio door behind them and rushed the still-playing console, “Stop the playback. NOW.”

“I haven’t been here long-“ he had tried to throw a non-sequitur excuse but Hako wasn’t going to have it.

“STOP IT NOW!” they lunged for the console but he obstructed them.

“Hako, let me explain-“

“I’m not interested in excuses-” their arms jutted for the console again but Achilles moved to intercept, grabbing hold of their wrists, “Turn off the playback and get the fuck outta my sight! Rrgh! Let me go!

“Not until you calm down.”

“Calm? How can I be calm when you fuckin’ barge in here and rummage through my stuff! This is private and it’s only for me to hear!”

“You wrote my damn name on it!” he exclaimed.

“Turn it off- turn it off and leave me alone!” in their struggle, the plug for the headphones had come undone, catapulting the track into the studio. They froze from the waves of sound filling the room until all at once their anger dramatically rose in magnitude, “this is none of your business!”

“None of my business? You lock yourself up for days, weeks, now it’s months on damn end and you expect me to just pretend everything’s fine?” in his own frustration he hadn’t realized the strength he was using when he shoved them to an adjacent wall, his hands clenching their wrists so tight that any further he would wound them, “do you have any idea how worried I was?!”

“I don’t need you to care about me, Achilles. I don’t need you feeling sorry for me. I got enough going on as it is,” they jerked from left to right to free themselves from his grasp but he still wouldn’t relent, “so let me go already!”

“Don’t need- how full of shit are you?” he cut through their fury with his own, knocking their knuckles against the wall, “you expect me to not care about you, yet from day one you’ve been on my case. You’re everywhere I go and you’ve been stuck to me for years and now you want to pretend everything we’ve been through is meaningless? You want to pretend we’re not friends? What the hell is your damage?! How does someone like you be so incapable of saying what they really mean? What does it take for you to be honest with anyone?”

Hako recoiled, unable to conjure vital vitriol that they were so easily able to attack with before.

He kept his momentum, “Tell me. How does grailing me, setting aside a bond chalice for me, and singing the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard mean absolutely nothing to you?“

“Shut up,” their voice was shrill but hard to hear, “just shut up-“

The leather of his gloves creaked from strain as his voice metered lowly, “How can I not care about you when you do all of that?”

“Shut up! Shut up!” Hako planted both of their feet to the ground and pushed forward with everything they had, “LET ME GO!”

The space was so small he barely moved six inches before bumping his back to the wall, unwittingly turning off the lights in the room. His grip loosened and Hako retreated from view. The space became more cramped despite being unable to see one another, completely enveloped in pitch. An even more poignant silence ruminated between them despite the consistent presence of Hako’s recorded voice and guitar.

He could only guess they both were on opposite sides of the room; even if there was maybe a foot or two between them, a hundred miles wouldn’t be enough to feel safe. A thick knot twisted at the back of his throat, disabling him from dredging up leftover frustration and anger. He wanted to stay mad and shoot for a dramatic finish, maybe a fight that would irreparably damage their working relationship for good, one that could break his contract, but he couldn’t bring himself to say more.

He hadn’t meant to, but knowing about the bond chalice and hearing the song had exposed them to him. It exposed everything. He had said too much in turn, and now matters were beyond repair between them. There was no going back to playful jabs and funny little arguments.

A dull fog of static replaced the old playback; Hako must have found a way to turn it off despite not seeing very well. Tellingly, the volume had risen to a level that made it impossible to think.

The sound of them kicking the console overpowered the static amidst their aggressive keyboard smashing, “play, you stupid- fuckin’ piece of shit!”

In spite of all their bluster, they were pathetically attempting to conceal themselves in a sonic shroud, their precious defense mechanism.

His fingertips felt out a seam that could lead to the switch, determined to find a light source and leave as fast as he could, but he froze without touching it upon the sound of a soft, aching note tucked beneath static.

He didn’t have to be well-versed to know the sound of someone crying.

Hako’s shape was obscured in the blackness, but he could tell they were hunched tight, fighting with their whole being to not make an audible sob and failing ever so gradually. They intermittently hit the soundboard as if doing so would get it to play anything other than their recorded track or empty electrical hums. Naturally their efforts were in vain.

It wasn’t his place to do anything when people fell apart, especially the aid-averse types like Hako. They hated more than anything to be treated like they couldn’t save themselves.

He reflected on Jeanne’s words: “Why not say something?”

He spoke on impulse.

“Are you crying?” it was the dumbest possible thing to say, considering how short Hako’s patience was for pointing out the obvious (and his penchant for doing just that).

“Fuck you!” they shot back, angrily pawing at their face, trying to tear their free-falling emotions off of their body, “what the hell are you gapin’ at?! Where’s the fuckin’ light?”

He couldn’t will himself to move.

“What is it now? You gonna make fun of me?” they were trembling, standing with strained legs like a cornered animal. Even their voice shook despite all the venom they mustered to the surface, “go on then! Get it over with and laugh. I told you- Laugh!”

His arms were limp at his sides, “I’m not going to laugh at you.”

“You’re lying!” they lashed and swung to strike him but he caught their fist in his palm. Their balance shifted and one of their sneakers nudged the soundboard, causing it to play a song and flood the room with colored light.

They gasped and checked over their shoulder at the machine conspiring against them and then back to Achilles, his features intermittently lit from the surrounding monitors that were back online. The rest of them went rigid, transfixed on the low burning gleam in his amber irises, flustered from what tenderness lived within.

The tide had changed.

“I’m never gonna lie to you,” he sounded remarkably stable upon utterance, much to his own surprise, “I know you’re scared.”

“Shut up,” they bit their words, hastening their breathing upon the soft click of his boots across the floor as he strode purposefully towards them, “I’m not scared. I’m not-“

“Of course you are,” he spoke evenly and with timing that matched between percussion hits in the background, “and I understand why.”

“You couldn’t possibly understand-“ their defense was so desperately put up, like a wall made of wet cardboard. They stumbled backward, only gaining a mere inch and not nearly enough room to escape after bumping the console, “what are- what are you doing?”

Their distance shrank, their outlines cut shapes on the walls and floor to the rhythm of a drumbeat and spoken verse. In the flashes they caught of one another, Achilles was the only one who knew exactly where he needed to go.

“Just let me say this, alright?”

Despite his request implying he knew what he wanted to express, with every minuscule second that ticked by, he was drawing consistent blanks. His mind was overcome with static the closer he came to them, the more that he could see how scared and upset and vulnerable they really were, the more inadequate any possible quips became. There was so much he had to put into words, the thoughts and memories of their song dredging forth a veritable ocean of overwhelming feeling from both the far distant and recent past, his betrayal and rejection for their secrecy, his confusion and elation upon finding his bond chalice, the loneliness that sank in when they weren’t at his side for months, and the regret that he hadn’t done anything sooner.

Until finally he landed on the beginning of their audio recording.

“My words have failed me too,” his thumb dragged from their cheek to just shy of their jaw, gingerly wiping their tears aside. He came closer still, urged by the music’s crescendo a split second before the first refrain, his admission hopeless yet apt in the stillness before impact, “this is all I’ve got.”

His kiss was gentle but he needed it to last. Hako flinched and shifted their arms, their whole spine wriggling with panic until he placed his hands at their sides, squeezing with just enough force to ground them. He had to fight to keep his eyes closed, too anxious at the prospect that they were looking at him with fright for doing such an undeniably reckless and stupid thing.

He hadn’t realized for a solid second that their hands were balled up in his sash, white knuckled to the brim until the chorus pulled back and their first kiss had ended.

He listened to the ragged sounds of their breathing in the darkness before steeling himself to meet their eyes, greeted with lights sparking in their deep irises and bursts of ambient color, alight and racing.

“How long?” they rasped their weak little question, uncoiling their fingers from his sash like the unwinding of a long and tangled wire. Their touch was distant and defeated as their hands fell the length of his chest plate, losing strength to hold themselves up.

His heart sank.

“I don’t know,” he answered, “I only know I do.”

Hako’s expression contorted from confusion to anguish, struggling between speaking or screaming; their molars pressed together so hard the rest of their frame trembled from an emotional storm threatening to rend them in two. In a sudden burst of aggression they snagged his sash once more, their hands white knuckled and shaking while their head hung low and stifled another sob.

“Achilles…“ they addressed him with the dizzy weariness of someone teetering on the edge of a rooftop.

“Do you believe me?” his request sounded hollow and solemn, words whose weight left as quickly as falling sand.

Their chilled fingers crept up his shoulders to the exposed sides of his neck, just barely touching the base of his cropped hairline. Their front teeth poked out to dent their bottom lip, their eyes wet and glimmering with sparks, at once illuminated like a burst of fireworks.

In a place of solitude where they had toiled away for words unable to be found, their fangs peeked from beneath their smile as they said, “you’re an idiot-” and kissed him.

The second time they had connected was a graceless, relieved meeting where Hako was standing on their toes and Achilles had lost the capability to register clarity. Before they could completely lose balance however he caught them in his arms and pushed them to the wall, caging them with his body and punctuating them with a laugh of mutual disbelief before kissing them again. They smiled together, sharing voiceless amusement to the synchronicity of their affections flung to the open air, caution thrown to the wind. They were a pair of matches striking the side of a tinderbox; after so many false starts and friction wearing them down, they had finally caught alight and burned freely together. They kissed wildly to a tempo that neither could determine was made from the song playing behind them or one they set themselves, too lost in the haze of euphoric release and the infinite magnetism that bonded them in the dark.

He murmured their name, sensing each syllable and the way it rolled off his tongue and against their lips. They tugged on his hair, gasping sharply when his retaliation consisted of wedging his knee between their legs.

“Hey, I’m trying to enjoy the moment here,” his scorn could not be any more feigned.

“You can enjoy your moment after you take this off,” they retorted, tugging at the buckles holding his body armor together, “way too many buckles holding this shit in by the way.”

“You’re going about it all wrong,” his compliance was as rushed as it was clumsy; he hastily unlatched himself, dropping the plates where he stood.

“Aren’t you going to pick that up?”

“Nope,” he lifted them effortlessly to perch them at the console’s edge, “too busy picking you up.”

Hako was giggling the entire time he had lifted them, their chiding losing all disdain, “That was terrible.”

“I thought I did pretty good,” he was unable to stop himself from beaming when their legs wound around his waist and pulled him in until their lips could meet again.

Like a flash of lightning the nearby display revealed their scowl in front of him, a scowl so insincere they may as well have been pouting, “go fuck yourself.”

His fingers intertwined with theirs following another kiss, “tread lightly.”

They inched their head toward him, their noses touching, “You can't make me."

"How cute," he pinned them without a care to what havoc they would collectively render on the consoles and keyboards cluttering the already limited real estate they had available, knocking objects over simply on the impact of Hako’s back hitting the soundboard’s surface, “you still think you can boss me around."

What complaints they could have given him were silenced by his mouth on theirs, his hold on them as tight as a vice upon their frame. He offered little to no room save for the occasional space to breathe and gasp against him, and even then he hadn’t the slightest intent on being merciful or gentle. He drank from them as though they were the first rain after drought, left in their thrall upon his taste of faded whiskey on their tongue. They were the embodiment of a summer night; a layered warmth with a chilling touch that only inspired him to stay for every aching minute that he could. His hunger only grew the more he experienced of them, his hands tucking under the hem of their shirt and his senses catching fire upon the delightful mix of soft skin and muddled scars beneath.

He parted his lips and inhaled, his eyes half-lidded and pupils fully blown, only to nearly lose balance when the calloused edges of their fingertips crept beneath his shirt.

“Wow, you really like that huh?” there was a noted glint in their dark eyes, flickering bright and dangerous like the edge of a switchblade. Their fingertips walked with agonizing deliberation across his lower back, tugging the black fabric of his shirt further and further up as if testing the tension of a wire.

“What’re you…” he hung on their every movement, his guard lowering just enough for their fingernails to dig into his skin and rake with enough force his hips jerked.

They sported a proud sneer, “who knew you’d be into that.”

“Oh, you’re awful,” he growled with a particularly thrilled grin, “just what kind of game are you hoping to play?”

“The same one you started,” they carded his hair.

“Keep doing the coy act and I might force you to keep it.”

Hako narrowed their eyes and didn’t bother being subtle when they walked their fingers to his belt, “Ooo, you’ve got me shakin’ in my boots.”

“Play with me like that and you’re not going to walk straight when I’m through with you…” he rasped dangerously, his threat dripping with enthrallment, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Think you have it in you?”

“Just you wait and see-“ he pried their thighs apart with such force that their foot hit the light switch and their moment ended as sudden as it had begun.

Hako flinched and blinked rapidly, adjusting their eyes to the rediscovered light in their surroundings. They were both stuck in place, now staring at each other in shock and completely removed from their earlier intimacy, a bewildered silence that only broke when Hako became fully cognizant to the state of Achilles’ mussed head of hair.

They promptly burst out laughing, “Ahahahah!”

“What’re you laughing about-“ he cut himself off when he caught his own reflection on a monitor and immediately started combing his fingers through his hair to get it to sit straight, “what the fu- this is your fault!”

“You look like you got hit by a tornado!” they had promptly sat back up and doubled over all over again from laughing so hard, “wait hang on I gotta take a picture-“

“Oh like you’re any better!” he shot back, pointing at the entire segments of Hako’s hair that were standing in different directions.

They sat up straighter and frantically started smoothing their hair out with their hands, snapping at him defensively when he deigned to find it funny, "shut up!"

“If we’re getting into picture taking territory I should get my back checked. You were clawing the shit outta me earlier.”

“I was NOT clawing you! It was just a scratch and you were totally into it!”

“You were absolutely clawing me. Like an angry, grabby little cat. Would've been hot if you-“

They punted his shin, “like you’re the picture of piety, jackass!”

“Aw, does kitty bite too?” he was promptly swatted on the face for his comment. All it took after Hako’s smackdown was a split second for them both to crack up and start laughing like a pair of drunks.

“We’re really bad at this.”

Achilles relented and shook his head with a resigning, self-depreciating smile, “Unbelievably bad.”

“What are we, a hornier Kralik and Novak?” they began helping him properly correct his hairstyle, “everyone’s gonna laugh at us.”

“Let ‘em,” he shrugged and met their gaze again, sliding his palms up the sides of their pajamas to their waist, “half the fun is in putting on a show, don’t you think?”

Hako smacked his chest, “maybe for you.”

“Okay, mostly for me, I’ll give you that. But it’s not all me, right? You enjoy it a little?” he cocked his brow and flashed them a winning grin.

“Hmm maybe,” they couldn’t hide their smile, “but only if I get to deck you with a magic cup.”

The stem of his bond chalice slid between their fingers, courtesy of his own gesture of mischievous goodwill.

“What do you say, Hak-chan?”

They were glaring daggers at him, “Call me that again and I’m shooting you in the foot.”

“Don’t you mean my heel?”

Their shoulders rose up and they shook their fist at him, “It’ll be both if I hear one more pet name outta you!”

“Aw, no cute nicknames?” his whinging would have come off more convincing if he wasn’t smirking and leaning in, “can’t I at least get a ten second head start?”

“You get three,” they whacked his head with the bond chalice, “and don’t even try bargaining for more.”

He sneered and gave them a parting peck, “deal.”

#hak writes #self ship

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high-dragon-bait · 2 years ago

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1, 33 & 38 fenhawke for OTP asks?

Who is always horny and will have sex, at any place and at any time?

Yes. Yes. I like this question >:)

I think they're both. Pretty horny. Like. I do think it takes time for them to be both comfortable and confident enough with each other and their relationship to start having a lot of sex, but once they get going. They get going

So, it's less who's hornier, and more about who's more daring regarding when, where, and how

When and where go to Avis. She likes sex any time of day and is daring about where they have sex. She's the one that will flirt with him in a public space in a way that gets more and more charged until she cannot take it anymore and drags him into a secluded corner for sex. Fenris is the one that will stop her if he thinks there's a genuine chance they'll get caught, but if he doesn't (and Avis is usually good at picking the secluded spots) he's usually down.

I DO like to think Fenris can be kind of a bastard. Sometimes if Avis finds them a good hiding spot, he'll kiss her and touch her and tease her getting her as close to the edge as he can- and then stop. And just go back to wherever they were, Hanged Man, banquet, wherever, and leave her in that state. If she wants him to keep going, then she'll just have to wait until they get home :)

He doesn't do it every time, otherwise she'd expect it, he does it just rarely enough that it's a surprise every time. Avis loves hates it, but he always makes it worth it

So if that doesn't make it clear, the one who's more creative about how is Fenris. Avis likes sex, but it doesn't occur to her to make it complicated. It's not that she doesn't not enjoy anything less than vanilla, it's just that, if the whole point of sex is to have an orgasm, why add all those extra steps? But Fenris is the more explorative one, he's the one that goes to Isabela for ideas on how to spice things up, the one that will explore kinks, the one that suggest trying new things first. Avis is down usually, and winds up liking it and wanting to do it again most of the time. Unless she just REALLY wants to get off quickly, in which case Fenris isn't disappointed, there's always tomorrow!

Anyways, that steamy, let's get more PG

33. How do their personalities compliment each other?

Fenris is practical, Avis is a dreamer. Is it cliche? Yes. But I like cliches and it's cute

Fenris brings Avis down when she starts dreaming a little too big, Avis reminds Fenris that the worst case scenario is just the same amount of guaranteed as the best case scenario, which means, not at all. They keep each other safe

Also, Avis' "mask" that she puts on. The performance of the perfect champion, the entertainer, the one who is easy to love... Fenris never fell for it. He saw through her immediately and guess what? He loved her anyway. Avis loved him when she realized she had one person in her life, outside of (some) of her family, that she did not have to pretend in front of. She never thought that would feel so freeing.

38. What type of parents would they be?

Yes. Yes. I get to talk about this at long last

They're both devoted and happy to have their daughter, Eshana, but the big thing is the amount of freedom they give her. Avis grew up on a farm, where kids would run off and spend their day in the field with very little parental supervision. You fell? You got bit by at best a bug at worst an angry rodent? You got too close to the neighbor's land and got chased off with a rake? That's just part of growing up. Now you know, don't climb on that tree, don't poke sticks in holes you didn't dig, and don't go onto Old Shaggy's land

Leandra also put a lot of pressure onto Avis once they were out of Kirkwall that destroyed their relationship. Avis does not want to be that mother, ever. So she gives Eshana even MORE freedom, she never wants her to feel like Avis is asking her for too much

Fenris is, as you may have guessed, the opposite. Fenris saw children ripped away from their parents as infants, saw children suddenly separated from their parents weeping, and parents grieving for children they will never see again. He hates letting Eshana out of his sight due to a very based in reality fear that someone will just snatch her away. I think it kinda comes and goes in waves. As a baby he doesn't really have this problem, because he always knows where she is. In her crib, in Avis' arms, in his arms. With some exceptions for friends and family, and even then he or Avis is the one that hands her to them. Once she learns how to walk... that's when this rears its head. The first time he turned his back on a toddling Eshana, turned back around and she wasn't there? Full panic. Not a good day for anyone

(she was fine, she can open doors now everyone!)

This is another situation where their personalities complimenting each other come into play! Fenris is there to go, hey Avis, maybe a farmland's amount of freedom isn't safe for a kid growing up in the middle of a city. Maybe it's okay to ask some responsibility of her. That's okay, you aren't being a bad mother for keeping her safe and teaching her to look out for others

And Avis is there to remind Fenris, hey, no one is going to take her away. She still needs to be allowed to be a kid. She needs to be able to get far enough away that she can get a good skinned knee, learn not to poke wasps nests with sticks, and get into some, but not serious, trouble. Sometimes the best lessons are learned by doing. You're not a bad father for that

This is also why Fenris and Eshana have a strained relationship in the verse where Avis dies. That voice isn't there anymore, and he tries to remember what she taught him, but it can be hard now that she's gone. Eventually, that leads to Eshana running away, because if there's one thing I love, it's irony.

I do have one other thing to say about Eshana in the True Canon, which is where Avis is dead. Avis died when she was six years old, her memories of her are scattered and hard to discern what was witnessed and what was story. There is one thing though, one thing that she really truly remembers about her mom

If you ask her, she'll say the thing she remembers most about Avis is "Her arms"

Because when Fenris held or carried her as a child, he did so tightly. He'd always keep one arm around her back and hold her close to him. Not enough to be uncomfortable (though it didn't allow a lot of very literal wiggle room), but just enough to keep her close. Avis was more lenient, usually holding her with one arm, giving her room to look around and, yeah, wiggle!

It's tiny, but that's the big thing. That's what she remembers most about her mom: her arms.

#dragon age #my dragon age #my fenhawke #fenhawke

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 3 years ago

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Dear Fucking Diary: Entry the 7th - Mini-Golf or Something that Requires a Bit More Stamina? Yeah, the second one.

This is a reposting cause the original chapter got taken down for being "e*plicit". 🙄 I'm hoping taking the word s*x out of the chapter title and giving it very PG rated gifs will keep it from being flagged again!

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (Daisy)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Smut. P in V. Protected s*x. Oral (fem receiving) Fingering. Brief mentions of overstimulation.

Word Count: 4,719

DFD: Series Masterlist

Series Summary: I’ve been tasked with writing in this fucking diary like a some teenage girl. It sucks, but who else am I going to talk to about the incredible hottie who lives next door?

Chapter Summary: 7th Entry: K, it's gonna get a little steamy - beware!

A/N: This series has popped into my head from out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a whole other thing, but then it just morphed into this. (Cause I needed more series to work on! 🙄😄) Hope you like it, I should be releasing a new entry every few days, and I think there will be about 7 or 8 entries. The first entry is short and sweet, but most of the others will range between 1000 and 3000 words. Thanks everyone!! 🥰

A/N 2: This is a repost of this chapter because the original was flagged and hidden. 😠🤬 So, I'm gonna ask a big favour, could you guys give this a quick reblog, cause I lost all the notes on the previous post too. No need to comment, if you don't want to, don't even have to read it again if you don't want to. I'm so disappointed. I'm just incredibly grateful that I keep copies of all my fics on my computer. I'd be heartbroken to lose over 4,000 words of the story.

The awesome divider at the bottom is created by @talesmaniac89

Hey DD!

Well, that was a waste of time. I could have just kept writing! I got all the way down to Dr. Hailey's office just to have her receptionist tell me she'd gone home sick ten minutes before.

So, I still have no idea what she thinks of me sleeping with Dean. I guess I'm just gonna write it all out here and see what you think. And by you, I mean me, I'm gonna write it all out and see what I think.

After we finished dinner (Dean left Melissa a VERY large tip; I think he felt bad) we got back into Dean's car and headed to our second, surprise, destination.

After only a couple of blocks we pulled into the parking lot for "The Whirling Dervish Miniature Golf and Bumper Cars Emporium".

"Mini-golf?" I asked as I climbed out of the car.

"Yeah!" Dean smiled brightly and for just a moment, he looked like a little boy. Then his face fell into a frown. "Do you not like Mini-golf?"

"Oh sure, I do!" I reassured him quickly. Then I amended my statement. "I mean, I think I do. I don't really know. I've never played."

He looked dumbstruck. "You've never played mini-golf? Seriously?"

"Nope." I said with a chuckle. "But it always seemed fun." I made a swinging motion with my arms.

Dean laughed and then put his hand on both of mine and pushed them downwards from where I'd held them at about chest height.

"Lower your swing, sweetheart, it's golf not baseball."

I ducked my head with a smile. The shy posture was more a response to the endearment and the feeling of his big, rough hand on mine, than from any embarrassment about my golf swing.

I could feel sparks flare to life between us and immediately felt the pull towards him. He seemed to feel it too because he stepped closer to me.

"Actually," he said, his voice low and heated, "it's better for me if you don't know how to play."

"Better for you because then you can kick my ass?" I joked.

"No. Because then I can come up close behind you," he said, and proceeded to do just that, "and wrap my arms around you."

He caged me within the rock solid strength of his arms and took hold of both my hands.

"And under the guise of teaching you," he twisted our bodies slightly and then mimed a golf swing, "I get to feel you move against me."

I could feel the hard wall of his chest pressed up tight behind me and the scent of leather from his jacket combined with his own warm, masculine scent surrounded me and made me feel slightly dizzy.

He'd lowered his head so that it was just over my left shoulder and I turned to see his scruffy cheek only a few inches from my lips and my breath caught. Then he turned his face towards me and his mouth was right there and I knew I was lost.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, sliding them softly against his silky, warm mouth and sighing audibly.

God his lips were perfect; they parted slightly so he could suck my bottom lip between his, and I could feel the pull of it shoot into the core of me. I don't know if a simple kiss has ever turned me on so much.

After a moment of craning our necks trying to press closer, he turned me in his arms so I was facing him and one hand sank into my hair and fisted it while his other hand slid down to my lower back and pressed me tight against him.

I moaned at the power and strength I could feel beneath my hands as I slid them inside his leather jacket and around to his back. The muscles I could feel shifting there caused another soft moan to slip from my throat and another jolt of electricity to surge to the increasingly wet spot at the juncture of my thighs.

He walked me a couple of steps backward until we hit the side of the car and then lifted me easily to sit on the still warm hood. He moved between my legs and I instinctively opened them wider for him.

His mouth hadn't left mine for more than a heart beat through all of our movement but now he began to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my neck.

His hands travelled from my waist up inside my open jacket before slipping up past the hem of my sweater to press warm and rough against my back.

His fingers traced lazy patterns across my skin while his lips moved hot and hungry along the shoulder exposed by my sweater.

"God, Daisy," he mumbled low and gruff against my skin, "I've been wanting to do this all evening. Ever since you opened the door tonight. Your skin just looked so soft, and fuck, did I want to taste it."

He slid his tongue back to the hollow of my neck. "You're more delicious than I could have imagined. And Christ, sweetheart, I'm starving for you."

My stomach muscles clenched low in my belly at his words. His voice was like warm molasses, sweet and slow, dark and deep, and I was completely transfixed.

I tilted my head to the side to give him better access and he began to suck bruises into the skin up and down my neck and shoulder.

The cold air hit my heated skin where his lips and tongue had been, and it sent a chill up my spine. He pulled my jacket closed again and returned to smothering my mouth with his own. He kept his fists bunched in the sides of my jacket and used the grip to pull me close.

I pushed my hands up under his shirt, desperate to feel his taut skin under my fingers, forgetting that my hands are often cold and were especially cold on an early November evening.

Dean hissed and gasped against my lips and even though I felt bad and pulled my hands back from his skin, I can't deny the sound was hot af. It made me want to bring it out of him again, but for more pleasurable reasons than cold hands.

We spent a few more minutes kissing deeply, and soft moans of frustration kept slipping out of me when our jackets, jeans, and the November chill got in the way of us getting closer.

Finally Dean pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.

"Okay." He said and dragged in a long breath. "We should..." he made a vague motion toward the mini-golf course. "...before we...I mean..." He sighed deeply. "I'm about one more kiss away from throwing you into the back seat and saying to hell with mini-golf."

He chuckled and I laughed softly with him, but my heart was hammering against my chest and so many dirty ideas were swirling in my mind.

"Well..." I began and caught his gaze, as I tried to gauge his reaction. "I mean...you could always teach me mini-golf another time." I spoke softly, hardly believing the audacity and boldness of my own words. But I refused to duck my head or break his gaze, determined to know what he was thinking.

I was pretty sure I had my answer as I watched his eyes become hooded and heat pool in them. His jaw clenched briefly before he licked his lips and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it. My mouth watered watching him and wetness gathered elsewhere as well.

"You sure?" He asked quietly.

I nodded. "Completely sure. But," I grinned at him, "as much as I'd love to have some fun in the back seat of this beauty, it's probably infinitely warmer and roomier at either one of our apartments and we're less than fifteen minutes away. I might be able to last that long. What about you?"

He pulled me tight against him and buried his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard and fast before lifting me back to the ground.

"Okay, but let's hurry."

No more than ten minutes later we were walking up the stairs to our apartments. Boy does he know how to handle that tank of a car.

Why was his ability to drive his car so fast, but so well, such a ridiculous turn on?

Dean was holding my hand and as we reached the landing between flights he pulled me against him and then pressed me up against the wall as he had earlier in the day. This time though he also pushed a thick thigh between my own, settling it so that I was pretty much sitting on it.

I can't begin to describe how incredible that felt. I couldn't help it, as he kissed me senseless once again I began to grind down against his muscular leg and holy shit! My body exploded with heat and a shockwave of tingling pleasure suffused my entire being.

My pleasure was only intensified when Dean moaned raggedly into my mouth and lifted his knee to better connect with my core the next time I ground against him.

I'm not sure that we wouldn't have just ripped each other's clothes off right there if we weren't suddenly interrupted by a middle aged lady coming through the doors to the stairwell.

I just caught her look of judgement before Dean grinned at her and winked and she turned into a sixteen year old blushing girl, giggling slightly and carrying on her way. I was happy to see I wasn't the only grown woman who turned back into a silly teenager every time Dean looked my direction.

As she passed us, Dean grabbed my hand and practically hauled me up the stairs. I laughed and stumbled up the last step, punch drunk on his kisses and the feel of his body against mine.

As soon as I stumbled, Dean bent and scooped me up to carry me down the hallway. I laughed again, breathless, and hit his shoulder.

"Put me down, you idiot."

"Nope, a broken neck could really put a damper on our evening." He said and got to his place in about four of his incredibly long strides. Since his apartment was first along the hallway that's where we ended up. I realized that I'd never actually been in his apartment, we'd always met up in mine.

He set me down to pull out his keys, but held on to my hand and pulled me into the apartment after him.

His place was a lot neater than I would have expected for a bachelor mechanic, but I could still see some clutter here and there, and even better, he had a sink full of dishes from earlier in the day. I couldn't explain why these small messes and imperfections made me happy. Except that Mr. Control-Everything never allowed any clutter, and dishes were to be washed after every single meal. Always.

I shook the asshole out of my head and focused on Dean as he lit the few lamps in his living room, allowing a soft glow to surround us.

He came back to where I awkwardly stood just inside the door and took my jacket off, hanging it beside his, and leading me over to the couch, where he sat down close beside me.

For some reason it hit me in that moment that all the women I'd heard through my paper thin walls had likely come in this same way, hot and desperate for him, watching him light up the living room with a seductive light and then sitting beside him on the couch. Or did he usually take them straight to the bedroom?

As though he was reading my mind, he pulled back a little and dropped my hand. He smiled his slightly bashful smile and again his hand found the back of his neck and he rubbed it gently.

"Look, if you've changed your mind, that's okay." He nodded toward his TV. "We can just...Netflix and not chill."

I chuckled and ducked my head again and wondered for the first and only time that night whether I was making a mistake. I'd only known him less than a month, this was the very first time we'd gone out, maybe I should just wait.

But then I looked into his eyes and said, Fuck that.

This man was beautiful beyond belief, he was sexy as hell and his hands and mouth were so incredibly talented. He was also kind and funny, and Jesus Christ, I wanted him so badly.

So, I just shook my head and pulled his face toward mine. "I haven't changed my mind." I said softly. "I want you, Dean. I want you to touch me, kiss me, fuck me." I turned red at my own dirty words, but I wanted there to be no confusion.

Dean's exhale turned into a growl and he leaned the rest of the way in and claimed my lips in a scorching, frenzied kiss. His lips were hot, wet, and everywhere.

I simply gave myself up to him and what started out in a frenzy, slowed into an endless seduction of his fingertips dragging across my skin, his hands pressing against my flesh with the exact right pressure to make me desperate for more. His mouth was a languid, continuous promise of more pleasure.

When he'd laid his lips against every inch of skin above the neckline of my sweater, he looked at me, his jewel green eyes having darkened to the color of a forest in the rain.

"Lift up your arms." He commanded and I happily obeyed, letting him pull the garment off my body.

He stared at my lace covered breasts and the look on his face made me eternally grateful that I had opted to go with the sexy, black bra and panties set I was wearing rather than the infinitely more comfortable sports bra and granny panties I'd been contemplating.

He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, through the lace and I shuddered.

He pulled back slightly and nodded toward my bra. "Take it off for me, sweetheart. Slowly."

I shuddered again at the primal look of heat and desire on his face and I reached behind me to do what he asked.

As I let my bra straps fall from my shoulders, Dean groaned.

"Fucking, hell, Daisy." He said and he sounded pained just before he set his mouth to my breast, laving at my nipple and then blowing gently across the wet skin. It constricted into a little rosebud, and he sucked the puckered nub between his lips before sinking his teeth slowly into the sensitive flesh.

I cried out and my back arched into his body, and I was desperate to even the playing field. I pushed on his shoulders. "Your turn." I said and waved toward his olive green button down.

He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, taking his time and enjoying my impatience as I pushed away his hands and swiftly pulled the buttons from their holes. I may have accidentally on purpose ripped open the last couple.

As I smoothed the shirt back over his shoulders I could feel myself getting wetter just looking at the wide expanse of lightly freckled skin stretched tight over thick muscles. He was so broad and solid I was instantly desperate to have him crush me into the couch, or the bed. Or the floor, or a particularly sturdy table.

I swept my hands down his torso and leaned forward to flick my tongue against his darkened nipple. I looked up at his face as I did and saw his face flinch with pleasure before he hauled me back and stood up. Before I could even blink he'd picked me up and was walking down the short hallway toward his bedroom.

"I need more space." He said as he laid me out against the pillows and then moved to the end of the bed to crawl up and kneel between my thighs.

"I wanna be able to see every inch of you. I wanna see the goosebumps erupt on your skin."

He dragged his fingers across my stomach causing that just that exact reaction. His hand moved to the button of my jeans and my breathing picked up.

"I wanna watch your breath catch when I do this." He popped the button open and then slowly slid them over my hips and off. Sure enough, I went from breathing too fast to not breathing at all.

Dean rubbed his forefinger against my soaked panties and I bucked against his hand, still holding my breath.

"Breathe." He said slowly, a whispered word that reminded me to take oxygen back into my starved lungs and I gasped in the needed air as he slowly pulled my lacy underwear off of me, leaving me completely exposed under his gaze.

In all the times I had imagined this moment, it may have been the focus of one or two day dreams over the last few weeks, I had always pictured myself with some clothing on, or envisioned the scene in a darkened room, sure that I would be too self-conscious to be completely naked, all of me visible for him to stare at.

But then, in my dreams I had never imagined he would look at me like that. A look that was all hunger and primal need. He was looking at me (me!) like he was desperate for me, like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Daisy." He said and his voice was gravelly and raw. "My god, sweetheart, I just..."

He didn't seem to be able to find words and the knowledge that I was making him speechless made me glow and feel the most powerful and the sexiest I've ever felt.

He stretched out on the bed, with his wide shoulders between my thighs and turned his head to press wet kisses into the soft flesh of my thighs. Ordinarily I would worry that my thighs were too thick, that they were too fleshy, but the way he sank his blunt fingernails into that fleshiness and moaned, let me know, he loved them, found pleasure in them.

So I once again simply gave myself up to the fierce pleasure he was arousing in my body as he sucked and bit the skin there, leaving marks that I knew I'd see for days after, like physical reminders of the bliss he was bringing me.

He brought his mouth to my dripping center and I bucked up off the bed. Dean threw my right leg over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around my left leg so that he could press his big hand down against my lower belly and hold me in place while his tongue went to work.

Over and over again he brought me to the edge, just to pull back and leave me desperately chasing his mouth, pushing my body down toward him, or gripping his hair and trying to push his face back where I needed it.

But he was way too strong and he wouldn't be rushed. When my first shattering orgasm happened, my thighs automatically tightened around his head as I screamed out my pleasure. But he simply pulled them apart again, so he could keep me open and enjoy me like a starving man at a buffet.

He pulled three orgasms out of me with his mouth alone. Finally when I felt like I might pass out if he didn't stop, he pulled away and stood up. He took off his jeans and I was treated to the sight of those boxer briefs I had been ogling in the laundry room.

He reached to pull them down, but I held up my hand. "Wait, can you...turn around?" I asked, my throat hoarse from my continuous cries of pleasure. "I really wanna check out your insanely hot ass."

His bashful smile was back and it made me want to cuddle him. How could he possibly be bashful after everything he'd done to me? He turned obligingly and I reached out and ran my hand over the perfectly firm, round, work of art that was Dean's ass.

"Fuck me." I said under my breath.

He turned back around and the bashful boy was gone again, his grin being decidedly wicked.

"That's the idea, sweetheart."

I giggled and then stopped breathing as he whipped down his boxers and I was finally able to see what all the fuss had been about. Let me simply say that my predecessors were NOT exaggerating. I was momentarily concerned about being split in two, before deciding it would be a hell of a way to go.

He reached into the drawer beside the bed and ripped open the condom packet he found there. He rolled the latex over his incredibly hard cock and I made a mental note to be the one to do it next time.

Fuck, let there be a next time!

Dean laid down beside me, and ran his hand up and down my body, gentle circles that soothed even as they excited. Eventually, his fingers found their way to the slick folds he'd given so much attention to earlier.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his fingers soft and gentle as the moved through my wetness. "Do you need more time? Are you too sensitive?"

Now, I can't tell you why this question brought tears to my eyes. Dean had already proved himself to be a deeply caring, sensitive lover, constantly in tune with his partner's body. So, the question really shouldn't have surprised me.

But there was something about the care in his expression, the gentle way he was touching me; this question wasn't about the sex, it wasn't even about giving me pleasure, it was more about making sure I was good, making sure I felt safe and okay to continue.

I couldn't and still can't remember if I've ever felt that cared for, that looked after. I don't mean just during sex (definitely never then!) but like, ever, with any partner I'd been with. Maybe, but I couldn't remember when. Certainly not with The Terror.

Unfortunately, my tears made Dean's face crumple with concern and worry. As soon as I saw his expression I shook my head. "No, Dean. Yes."

Amazingly that really clear and understandable sentence didn't seem to ease his concern and he started to pull away.

I grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled him back against me. "I'm sorry, I mean, no I'm not too sensitive anymore, and I feel incredible." I waved a hand towards my wet eyes. "These are happy tears, promise."

His expression softened and he pulled me up against his side and turned so that we were face to face. He pushed my hair back off my forehead and placed feather light kisses there and down my nose. I felt precious and cherished and more tears welled up.

This time Dean just caught them on his thumb and then kissed my eyelids too. "Still happy ones?" he checked.

I nodded and smiled at him before pulling him down for a long, soft, gentle kiss. He sipped at my lips, and I sighed into his mouth.

I could feel his length between us, still rock hard. I reached down to grasp his thickness in my hand and the sound he'd made earlier, that hiss and gasp, issued from his mouth again as his eyes closed tight and his chin thrust forward.

With his head thrown back I had access to the underside of his jaw and I took the chance nibble his skin there. I also enjoyed being able to lick and suck along the column of his throat and the thick corded muscle in his neck.

Then I took his condom-covered cock and ran it through the folds of my body, lubricating it before I eased it inside myself. He was thick and long, but I didn't have to worry, he fit inside me as though we were two puzzle pieces finely fitted back together.

He pulled my leg up high against his hip and the new angle allowed him to drag over the soft spongey spot inside me that no one but me had ever been able to find.

We stayed pressed together tightly, skin to skin, sweat-slicked and hot. His thrusts started shallow, more grinding than thrusting, but as our bodies sought out our gratification, his thrusts got stronger, deeper, and I was slamming myself against him, desperate to get him even deeper still.

He rolled me over so that he was on top of me, then lifted my legs and draped them over his arms, using them as leverage to slam into me, hard. The position had him thrusting so deep I could feel him hit my cervix with every push and after only three or four thrusts, I came apart for the fourth time.

Within the haze of my own climax I heard Dean yell out, my name and curses blending together. Then I felt his body shudder and stiffen against me. He let my legs drop so he could fall on me, bracing some of his weight on his forearms but giving me that weighted feeling I'd been craving earlier. His hot breath against the side of my neck felt warm and soothing as I came down from my high.

Ever so slowly we came back to reality and Dean rolled off of me, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the waste basket beside the bed. He grabbed some tissues from the table and cleaned me up as well.

He then readjusted us slightly so that we could both lay under the covers and warm our rapidly cooling skin.

He pulled me up close against his chest and let his fingers trail up and down my arm.

"Fuck, Daisy, you're amazing." He said, his voice a warm rumble.

I ran my hand across his chest and smiled against his shoulder where I lay. "Right back atcha, honey."

I felt Dean smile as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head and we both fell asleep, contended and exhausted.

So, that's it DD. That was my earth-shattering night of incredible sex. Incredible not just because Dean was a skilled lover or because he knew exactly where to press against my body and just where to put his mouth to bring about the most pleasure.

It was incredible because Dean is a beautiful man in every sense of that word. Incredible because I've never known anyone like him, incredible because...

Oh, fuck! Damn it!! I don't even want to write it down!

I might be falling in love with him.

No. Absolutely not - this is completely stupid. I barely know him. Jesus Daisy, get a grip - what is wrong with you? You rushed in once before, remember that? Didn't exactly work out the way you'd imagined in your naïve little brain, did it?

But fuck me, I wrote this out here so I could get an idea of what I feel and what I think about sleeping with Dean, and the truth is I think it's made me want something that's impossible, something that is ridiculous and stupid to imagine.

I mean for god's sake, I've heard the screaming girls on the other side of the wall. I know how many of them were just like me - a good time, wonderful sex, and then a goodbye in the morning.

Granted, he didn't put me in a cab this morning when we said goodbye. He walked me to my apartment in his pajama bottoms and bare feet and kissed me goodbye. But doesn't it amount to the same thing?

I heard how desperate Lois sounded when she refused to take Dean's gentle and then not-so-gentle no for an answer. Is that gonna be me next? Chasing after him, sure that he must love me?

Pathetic.

Oh fuck! I said it before and I'll say it again, I think I'm screwed.

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#dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester smut #dean x ofc #spn fan fic series #dfd: entry the 7th #mini-golf or something that requires a bit more stamina? yeah the second one

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kamino-blues · 3 years ago

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Self-Care With the Bad Batch

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity (non-sexual), references to making out

I’ve been really focused on self-care recently due to coming off of finals week, so I wanted to write the Bad Batch participating in some self-care with the reader! Hope you enjoy!

Hunter

Hunter had witnessed you doing face masks after long missions, relaxing on your bunk with your eyes closed

He at first thought that you looked kind of silly, especially with the paper facemarks that you frequently bought for easy application

But seeing how relaxed you looked, he secretly really wanted to try one

It didn’t come out until late at night when you and him were having a conversation about his senses

He thought that it could be a way to calm down his senses when his senses go into overload

Hunter mentioned this to you, and you automatically got up and looked through your face masks, pulling out a bottle and two headbands

You had been preparing to ask him if he wanted to try one out, but finding a time through the chaos of missions and time away from his brothers was hard

You showed him the one that you specially picked out for him, it being a scentless calming mask that you had picked up on Coruscant

Hunter was incredibly awkward with the whole process at first, not knowing exactly what to do

So this is why you took over!

You quickly grabbed one of the headbands (It was a light red and had small Tooka shaped ears on the top), and moved to sit in front of him

He ended up pulling you into his lap, giving you a quick kiss before you started your magic

You gently took his famous headband off, not wanting to get mask on it, and ran your fingers through his hair gently

He leaned into this touch, absolutely loving it when you do that

You finally pulled his hair back in the headband that you had bought him, making sure no hair was on his face

You would usually use a brush, but you figured it would be more intimate to use your fingers to put the mask on

Hunter had his eyes closed, flinching a tiny bit as the cool liquid came in contact with his skin

After a few moments, you had coated his face, and you ended up giggling because of how his tattoo was completely covered

He raised an eyebrow at that, before you jumped off him and let him look at himself in the mirror

As he stared trying to figure out the mask, you had quickly put on your matching headband and started placing the face mask on

Hunter noticed this, and lightly grabbed your wrist to stop you, grabbing the tube to put the mask on for you

It was a little bit of a messy process, but after a few minutes he managed to evenly get it on

After he had washed his hands, you dragged him back to his bunk, his arm around you as you both unwound from the long day

This became a daily activity, Hunter not giving a shit if the others teased him about it

Crosshair

It was not often that the Bad Batch stayed on planet in someplace other then the Havoc Marauder

But this was one of the rare occurrences, there being three rooms to share between the six of you

You and Crosshair were sharing, which was absolutely perfect

The two of you had been together for a while at this point, completely comfortable with each other

So when you discovered that there was a bath with a whole slew of products to put in it, you were over the moon

Crosshair wasn’t a big self-care kind of guy, you had tried to get him to do a face mask once, but he refused profusely

You quickly got the bath started (It was a nice bath, probably the largest you had ever seen), putting lavender bubble bath in

Walking out, you saw Cross laying on the shared bed, arms crossed with his eyes closed

You called out to him, asking him if he wanted to join you in the bath

He stared at you for a second, then nodded with a smirk

You were honestly shocked at how fast he agreed (but you weren't complaining)

You quickly grabbed your sleep clothes (aka one of the tops of Crosshairs blacks and some shorts) and placed them on the counter in the refresher, and started undressing

You were in the bath before Crosshair walked in, completely engulfed in bubbles (yeah you accidentally put to much in but shhhh the more bubbles the better)

He rolled his eyes at this, a small smile on his lips as he pulled off his shirt off

You turned away, giving him his privacy as he slipped out of the rest of his blacks, feeling the water behind you shift as he stepped in

Once he settled, you automatically leaned back into him, his arms slipping around your waist

No words needed to be said in this moment, both of your eyes closed as you both basked in each others presences

This was one of the things that made you fall in love with Crosshair, the ability to communicate with actions instead of words

You and Cross stayed in the water until it got cold, him pulling you into a kiss before you got out

You quickly got changed, him following suit before heading to bed

This evening made Crosshair definitely consider getting the batch to stay off ship more often

Tech

When you first started traveling with the Bad Batch, you weren’t able to bring all of your usual skin care with you

So you trying to adjust with what you had was difficult- especially since most of the soap that was on the ship was the basic GAR supplied soaps

The first time you guys stop on Coruscant and you have free time, you are automatically stopping at a drugstore to at least get some of the basics

While holding a container of moisturizer, you heard someone behind you tell you that the brand isn’t a good choice

Startled, you almost drop the container as you turn around, coming face to face with Tech

You two had been dating for a few weeks at this point, and you hadn’t even realized that he had followed you on your little outing

He held onto your shoulder, helping you pick out different brands that you had not even heard of

You truthfully weren’t expecting him to know so much about skin care, but you were truthfully grateful for it

When you both got back to the ship, Tech pulled you into the refresher, closing the door behind him

You were startled, but when he pulled out the stuff that you both had bought it clicked quickly what he was doing

He brought his hands to caress your face, slowly moving into your hair so that he could pull it back for you

Tech started putting what you guys had bought on your face, the experience being a lot more intimate than you expected

By the time he was done, your cheeks were bright red, and you leaned up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck

It ends up in a make-out session, both of you leaving the bathroom a flustered mess

Every time you guys were on a planet with a store selling skin-care products, Tech would always want to check it out with you

He ends up making a skin-care routine for you <3

After a while he joins you in the routine, solely just so that he could feel your touch when you applied it to his face

Tech never lets you do this by yourself, he always wanted to help (He enjoyed talking to you while he helped you, plus being able to make-out after was a great motivator)

Wrecker

Wrecker wasn’t one to slow down, if he had it his way he would be moving 24/7

You had tried to do face masks with him before, but he much more preferred to unwind in other ways

He absolutely loved to work out, so you decided to ask him if he wanted to do a small workout before you headed off to bed

Wrecker agreed automatically, giving you a big thumbs up

You were usually pretty tired by the end of the day, so you figured that you could get him to possibly try yoga

But before you dropped that question on him, you started with a jog, running around the area outside of the ship

The atmosphere was so peaceful, him keeping pace with you as the sun's setting on the planet you were on faded in the distance

He was just wearing his blacks, and you were just wearing a simple workout outfit that you had on hand

Around halfway through the jog, he reached over, grabbing your hand with a huge smile

If you got tired, he would stop you, quickly picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms wrapping around his neck

You would press kisses against the side of his head and neck, while Wrecker jogged back to the ship

You felt so secure in his embrace, his arms holding you safely in place

Once you get back to the ship, Wrecker lightly pulled you away, not without pulling you in for a kiss

When you were back on your own two feet, that was when you threw the question out about ‘yoga’

You convince him to do it by challenging him to see who could do the tree pose the longest

It becomes a huge competition, lots of giggling and trying to get the other distracted so they would fall over

Wrecker ended up falling first, you laughing as you went out of the pose to run over to him, plopping down next to him to jokingly gloat about your victory

He quickly managed to shut you up by pulling you into his lap and putting his lips on yours

Echo

The Bad Batch moved around so much with the amount of missions they had, so it was hard to stop and focus on what’s happening around

So you and Echo had developed a routine when you were planet-side

Bringing two of the light spare blankets from the ship outside, you would both hunt for a perfect clearing to settle down for the evening

You would sneak snacks out, and lay one of the blankets out to have a makeshift picnic

Now the main event wasn’t the picnic, but it was fun swapping stories with Echo about both of your pasts

Since you were away from Echo's brothers, catch you guys sneaking secret kisses

He was still trying to get used to a lot of contact so it wasn’t anything that steamy, but you both enjoyed it <3

When the sun set, you would pull that second blanket out, pulling it over both you and Echo

He would pull you against him, your backs hitting the ground as you stared straight up at the stars

Echo would start to point out different stars, jokingly trying to figure out what shapes they were making

You would quickly join in, making up stories about the different speckles in the sky that you could see

After a while you would both go silent, just taking in how peaceful the atmosphere was

Catch you falling asleep against Echo, him realizing after a while and looking down on you with a small smile

He would pick you up bridal style (Him being extra careful since of his arm prosthetic), bringing you back to his bunk

Echo would quickly run back, grabbing the blankets you had left out there

Shifting you carefully, he would hold you facing him, both of you lying under the blankets that you had hoarded

He would kiss your forehead, before you both drifted off to sleep

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 2 years ago

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SNACKS, CUDDLES AND A SANE DOSE OF INSANITY...BUT WITH A HOT BLONDE

Oh boy, prepare to get smothered in love. Doflamingo, hot blonde with finger on the trigger giving you the time of the day to watch a movie marathon? A dream that comes true

I bet she has starred in a good number of them,soo she knows the inside out of production. And it's always so funny and hot to see her being the final girl.

She's an absolute tease and menace. Oh what's that? You're staring at her, looking at the elegant way she's slaughtering enemies?

Oh dove, you are in for a long night. Please do continue with your flattery, It's quite the ego injection she was after.

True to her character, when you finish her part of movie marathon prepare to get all the gossip and BTS knowledge she can tell you

Given her impressive acting skills she got to know a lot of actors, and she has stories upon stories to tell you.

Probably will wear something to show her physical prowess, even if it's a casual pants and sweatshirts. She's always hot and ready to impress.

True to her masculine counterpart, she won't ever stop to tease you if you squeal and jump. It's a show in itself watching you try to borrow in her side

Given that she has been in a lot of horror movie, it's difficult to catch her by surprise...so you'll have to wait your lucky chance to catch that elusive tint

Will she try to keep it PG-13 whenever there are some....steamy scene going on? Probably not. Will she stop if you tell her so? Absolutely yes

Will she actively try to startle you? Also probably yes. She has an impressive memory and she knows when and how a scene may make you tremble a little.

Being the little shit she is, she will make you scream by the end of the night,if only to see you latch onto her tightly

Don't worry, nothing serious that may traumatize you.

Bonus point: if you are perhaps with her on stage she will let you try her costumes. They may or may not be too big for you, but the hungry looks she gives you are worth it.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #fem Doflamingo

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brandstifter-sys · 3 years ago

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Dare to Dare

For @moceit-appreciation-week Day 3: Game Night

Word Count: 1971

Characters: fem!Patton, fem!Janus, fem!Remus, fem!Roman, fem!Virgil (mtf)

Rating: T

Warnings: Genderbend, mild innuendo, background dukexiety

Pat hasn't had much experience with friends outside of school, so when she finds herself hanging out with Rosa and Reina at Vi's apartment, she gets pulled into a game of truth or dare. She winds up revealing her crush and it turns out that she might just be the luckiest lady on campus.

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Pat had no problem with hanging out at Vi's apartment with the twins. It was a nice break from the drudgery that is college. They were just sitting around and watching some Disney movies when Ro had a brilliant idea.

"Truth or Dare!" Ro cheered and paused her beloved Cinderella. Pat glanced at the girl perched behind her on the couch, expecting her to say no. Violetta was not a fan of these sleepover games, especially when Reina was wiggling impishly on her back and swinging her legs over the back of the couch, narrowly missing her.

"Sure, if it gets Duchie to knock it off," Vi said and grabbed Reina's ankle before she got hit, "And I get to ask first."

"Really?" Ro gasped and clapped excitedly, "By all means!"

"You good, Pat?" Vi asked, noting her hesitance.

"I, uh, never played before," Pat admitted shyly and rubbed her arm. She wasn't really used to spending time with friends at night.

"I promise I won't dare you to strip and show off your big b—" Reina began, only for Vi to push her off the couch.

"I was gonna say 'butt!'" Reina whined. Vi rolled her eyes and sighed. Pat smiled apologetically at her and rubbed her knee.

"I want to play, but keep it clean, at least for me."

"Sure thing."

"Absolutely!"

"I'll keep it PG 13. I wanna see tattoos and collar bones."

"Thanks. Okay so can you show me how this works? I'm pretty sure I know the basics," Pat asked with a bit more enthusiasm.

"It's pretty simple," Vi shrugged, "Princess, truth or dare?" Pat watched Ro roll her neck and smirk, not one to back away from a challenge.

"Dare."

"I dare you to order us some pizzas and pay for them," Vi said with a dark smirk. She could see Ro's hopes and dreams crumbling.

"Fine. But first, Changeling," Ro said, getting Reina to scramble to her feet, "Truth or dare."

"I'm an open book so, dare, if you have the guts!" Reina grinned.

"I dare you to call your crush and tell them you're pregnant with their child."

"Pfft! If only I had to use my phone!" Reina laughed and flopped on the couch. She grinned at Vi and fluttered her lashes.

"I'm pregnant with your child, Scare Bear!" she giggled. Vi blushed and averted her gaze. She eyed Pat, just to be sure she was okay while Ro stepped into the other room to order.

"It's pretty simple, if you think you got it."

"I get it and I'm ready!" Pat giggled.

"Then, truth or dare, Patty-cake!" Reina grinned.

"Um dare," Pat winced. She did not want to answer some of the Duchess' questions. The wicked grin that crossed her lips had Pat regretting that decision.

"I dare you to plant a steamy smooch on the next person to come to the door!"

"Does it have to be on the lips?"

"Nah! I can't really dare you to do anything really fun, so just a smooch!" Reina laughed and nudged Vi's leg.

"If you want to switch to truth, you can."

"Yeah! You can tell me who keeps showing up in your wet dreams!"

"I'll stick with the dare!" Pat squeaked. Reina pouted and shrugged.

"Suit yourself. It's your turn since you have to wait!"

"Vi," Pat said feeling a little less disturbed, "Truth or dare?" Vi tapped her thumbnail against her lip and glanced around the room. She could trust Pat to give her a dare that wouldn't be humiliating, and to ask innocent questions.

"Don't cower now," Ro jeered as she returned, sitting on the floor with pride.

"Dare."

"Hmm I had to think of both, didn't I? Pat giggled, "I dare you to take off your hoodie for the rest of the night!"

Vi sighed and took off her hoodie, revealing the sleeves of tattoos on her upper arms. It was a mild dare.

"The E did nothing to those arms!" Reina swooned.

"Let's switch it up," Vi said quickly, "Duchie, you know the question."

"Dare!"

"I dare you to keep your mouth shut until the pizza gets here. Unless it's your turn."

"Mean!" Reina whined before locking on to her sister, "Okay, Princess, truth or dare?"

"Dare, naturally, as if you have to ask!" Ro huffed and glared at her twin.

"I dare you to say something genuinely nice about me!" Reina grinned. Ro's face twisted in pain and she took a deep breath.

"You don't smell like a walking trash can from a seafood restaurant."

Reina shrugged, accepting it, giving Ro the opportunity to continue the game.

"Pat, truth or dare?"

"Truth," she replied, curious to see what that option would lead to.

"If you have a crush, who are they?" Ro asked with an eager smile. Pat knew that she was royally screwed, because Rosa loved playing wing woman.

"Um," she said shyly and hugged her knees to her chest, "well, there's this girl in my philosophy class—she's so cool and smart and charming." Pat closed her eyes and pictured the woman in question as if she were standing right there. She could see the birthmark on her left eye, her piercing glare that could cut through steel, and the long dark hair that framed her face.

"Go on," Ro pressed. Pat bit her lip and sighed.

"Why bother? She's so far out of my league and I don't think she likes me at all."

"Because I'm curious and you have to tell the truth, including who she is," Ro pressed and crawled to her, placing her arms on the couch cushion.

"Her name is Janette," Pat squeaked. Vi fell off the back of the couch with a thud.

"Oh no!" Pat yelped and got up to help her friend. Vi got up and motioned for her to sit down again, which she did.

"Did you say 'Janette' as in Janette Dioli?"

"Do you know her?" Pat asked and looked at her friends' faces. Vi was stunned. Ro's jaw dropped. Reina was wiggling and squirming, tugging at her hair because she couldn't speak.

"She's my cousin."

"Oh, uh, is that a bad thing?"

"Depends on what you really think of her," Vi shrugged and glared at the imp slamming her fists on the ground, "Alright you get a free pass, I want my deposit back!"

"She's totally into you!" Reina nearly shouted when she got permission to speak, "Little Miss Goth-itrescu won't shut up about this sweet little lady in her philosophy class and Logan's lecture! My god now I know why she's scared shitless to make a move! You have to ask her to get coffee or to be her chair!"

"What?" Pat gasped, "Really? You think she'd be interested in me? She's so pretty and suave and witty and I'm—"

"A kind, sweet woman with so much love to give and an open mind," Ro cut her off.

"And a great amount of squish and a killer rack!" Reina added.

"You lost your free pass," Vi huffed. Reina pouted and stared up at her with puppy eyes. Vi was immune.

"If you really think that someone with as much snark and twice as much sass as me is someone worth your time and attention—"

"You're my best friend, and you're worth my time and attention. If you're saying she's a lot like you, why wouldn't she be?"

"Do you want to get coffee with her?" Vi asked and pulled her phone from her pocket to check her texts. She smirked and put it away before Pat thought she was texting Janette.

"Yes. I really do. But I can't just ask her, I might get too nervous to speak or I might be way too bold!"

"That's up to you, I won't push you to do anything, except doing your dare."

"Thanks Vi, all of you. I need a little time to think about all of this. Can we get back to the game?"

"Yeah, you're asking," Vi said and leaned on the couch.

"Vi, truth or dare?" Pat asked with a smile, still blushing from the new information. Janette actually liked her of all people?

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Duchie and Princess, wherever they choose," Pat said with a giggle. Vi pouted and knelt by Ro. Ro huffed fondly and tapped her cheek. Then she stood up and marched over to Reina. The little imp was grinning and tapping her thigh.

"You're kidding," Vi sighed and got on the floor, kissing just above her knee. Reina grinned as Vi rose and glared at Pat. She was so gonna get it!

"Alright, Pat, truth or dare?"

"Uh, dare," Pat said and curled into herself. Vi had the perfect revenge already planned, but there was a knock on the door. The pizza was there.

"I dare you to answer the door, and don't forget Duchie's dare," she said with a smirk and pulled out her phone, texting someone at light speed. Pat winced and nodded. She brushed off her shirt and pulled her hair behind her shoulders.

She approached the door with Ro on her tail and flung it open. She was stunned to see Janette standing there in a black blouse and slacks, frowning at her phone and holding two pizza boxes.

"I don't care if you're family, I still expect a fair tip, and hanging out with you and the twins is not a fair tip, even if those two want kisses."

"Um," Pat winced at her harsh tone. Janette looked up and gawked. Ro swooped in and snatched the prepaid pizzas with a knowing smirk and left them to figure things out.

"I didn't realize you were going to be here, I apologize for my curt tone," Janette muttered shyly and averted her gaze.

"It's alright, you just got off work and I know Vi is your cousin and she's a little rough around the edges," Pat said and swayed shyly.

"It doesn't excuse the fact that—"

"I don't hear smooching!" Reina shouted and cut her off. Janette flushed as quickly as Pat.

"Um, I know this is sudden, but can I kiss you? It doesn't have to be—"

"It does!!"

"It really doesn't have to be on the lips if you aren't comfortable," Pat said quietly. Janette met her gaze and sighed.

"I don't want to fight Reina, and I would be okay with it if you are. It's just a dare, afterall."

Pat quickly placed a soft kiss to her lips and giggled.

"If you want, maybe it doesn't have to be just a dare," Pat suggested. Janette paused and smiled at her.

"Coffee? Perhaps before philosophy?"

"You got it! Did you want to come inside? I think Vi is expecting you," Pat said and moved to let her in.

"She is. And just to be clear, I don't have to kiss anyone else?"

"So far, nope. We might get back to playing truth or dare. But you don't have to join in if you don't want," Pat said with a little more pep as she closed the door and led Janette to the main room. She was surprised when they were only met with Ro.

"She had to drag the Changeling to her room to keep her quiet," Ro said with a sigh, "I pray she literally has a pet spider to show."

"She has two," Janette mused, "But she doesn't take them out of their tanks. You're both safe."

That's a relief!" Pat giggled, "I'm terrified of spiders!"

"What about snakes?"

"They're so cute! As long as they don't try to bite me they're okay with me!"

"You sound like second date material," Janette teased and sat on the couch. Pat sat next to her and beamed. She could probably prove to be third date material too!

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