#your morning service from El

[hogans-heroes]

[maiiruo]

soft sex with ellie williams ! credits to whoever came up with the idea that ellie would hate gloss on herself but love it on you. modern au

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა⋆｡°✩ellie was always rough. as a result of jealousy from that one guy at a cafe who was supposedly staring at your ass, her words, and her extreme sadism. she loved seeing you all teary eyed when she was finished with you, knowing you probably wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

ellie was feeling more romantic than usual, bringing back your favourite flowers from one of the stores on the way back from her morning jogs. you very rarely received flowers, not because ellie decided not to get you any but because they were so hard to take care of, in your opinion. this time, she bought u pink lilies that you almost mistook for being real. you secretly thanked whatever gods existed that they were fake—you could keep them forever.

“…are they okay?” you didn’t notice you had been staring and ellie was panicking, her body becoming restless and starting to fidget with the promise ring she kept on her right ring finger. her words snapped you back into reality and you practically threw yourself at her, the residue of your gloss and lipliner staining her face as you suffocated her in kisses. she always hated wearing gloss herself, yet the feeling of yours on her face never failed to leave her cheeks all rosy. she would walk around with your lips plastered on her cheeks if you didn’t make her wipe it off beforehand.

ellie took the flowers off your hands before they got ruined in the midst of your slightly aggressive love for her, placing them on the bedside table on your side of the bed. she returned the favour and placed kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, god even your nose, both your giggles filling the air. she finally ended her kissing frenzy by meeting your lips with hers, your scents revelling in each other. her hands found their way to your waist, holding you so gently you could mistake it as a breath.

her lips travelled further down your body, your neck to your chest, to your thighs that she probably loved more than you at this point. before she asked to be your girlfriend, you always caught her staring at your thighs in shorts, skirts, occasionally in your baggy jeans—eventually her favourite place to sit became between your thighs. you swore you would kill her like that one day but she didn’t seem to care.

she knew how sensitive your inner thighs were and when she kissed you there? you didn’t even try to hold back. although she loved to tease you, she was taking her time while giving you what you wanted like a host at your service. “els…come on, i can’t take this.”

“yes ma’am.” she giggled as she said this, knowing you liked it when she acted all obedient despite having the chance to have her way with you whenever she pleased. she slowly but intensely dragged her tongue across your slit, moaning deeply while her low eyes looked up at you. the air was soft and calm with the only noise being the occasional giggles and low, sensual moans. her hands wandered back to your thighs, grabbing and squeezing while the vibrations of her voice reverberated against your heat. something about ellie being so soft was intoxicating. “ellie..wanna cum, please.” her tongue lapped against your cunt faster, the sound of your slick filling her ears. she held your hand as your hips bucked against her mouth and your legs tightened around her head—you did say you swore you would kill her like that one day. she laughed in a low voice, still swallowing your sweetness and letting you know how good you tasted. how she could apparently live off of you alone. ‘100% pussy diet’ she called it.

she got up from between your legs to kiss your nose and dragged her fingers along your pussy, licking your slick off just to get another taste of you. she reached into the bedside table to put her strap on, keeping eye contact with you as she did. you always thought she looked so pretty getting herself all ready for you, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail and a few strands that would soon stick to her damp face. completely contrasting her usual roughness, she held her cock up to your entrance with her eyes on yours, waiting for your okay. you nodded with a smile and she slowly eased herself in, so slow it was almost painful. you watched as her eyes struggled to find somewhere to rest on, flittering between your eyes, your lips, your boobs and, of course, your thighs. she leaned over to place kisses on your chest, leaving dark marks over your skin only for her eyes. her breath hitched, slowly turning to soft moans and leaning over you so her skin was touching yours. she was warm and heavy on top of you, her lips still wandering your body. ellie fit perfectly against your body. her stomach was flat on yours, her chest pressed against yours—there was so little space between the two of you that you might as well have fused into one being.

she picked up her pace yet her kisses remained soft and calm, your head becoming fuzzy as the both of you rode out your orgasm. her moans were louder and her strokes became sloppy, practically losing control over how good you felt around her, how gorgeous you looked when she showed you how much she loved you. she reached for your hand once again as you reached your shared climax and your thighs tightened around her waist, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was holding you. the air was filled with i love yous and you’re so perfects and you left a layer of your cum around her cock.

“fuuuck…you’re so pretty, i love you. so, so much.”

you giggled shyly, “i love you more, els.”

this took so long to finish bc college is beating my ass. i don’t like it as much as i wish i did but i need to post something ! i haven’t proof read it so apologies for any mistakes :P

don’t steal, translate or repost my work

©maiiruo

[findafight]

Wait. Wait. Kinda part 2 to this post. For the angst of it all. Cw: implied and assumed homophobia

Because sure, after that dinner Joyce relents in not being, y'know, openly confused or frustrated with Steve being around. El obviously adores him and Jim is always glad when he comes around. Joyce can put up with Steve for them. But she's a stubborn woman, and somewhere in her mind, Steve is a Bad Egg. So she's still not 100% on board.

All this rears its head one night after a lot of their world saving group has had a movie night and ended up in a puddle on the floor. Steve is squished between Robin and Eddie, snuggled up all cozy. Joyce sees this when she quietly pads out of her bedroom to just. Check on the kids.

Eddie and Steve are sat up, Robin's face pressed against his hip. They're whispering something, heads leaned close. And they lean in further, silhouetted by the moonlight filtering in, and kiss. It's pretty chaste, though not a peck.

Joyce's blood boils. Steve has a girlfriend, he should not be going around kissing his friends like that, stringing them all along. She feels strangely vindicated, that her assumptions about Steve were right, that he wasn't actually a good guy or had changed at all. She almost yells at him then and there, but holds off. No need to wake everyone up. She can lecture him in the morning.

Once everyone is fed and lounging in the late morning, she pulls Steve out onto the porch.

"I saw you kiss Eddie last night" she says, without preamble. "And I cannot believe you would think behaviour like that is acceptable in my house."

Steve blinks, clenches his jaw. "Jo--Mrs Byers. I--"

"I don't want any of your excuses! It's despicable what you're doing, and I won't have it. For whatever reason, those kids look up to you. What kind of example are you setting for them? For El?" Steve's eyes widen, and if Joyce hadn't been so caught up with her anger she probably would have seen that instead of being ashamed or embarrassed, Steve is scared. "She looks up to you so much, though I can't imagine why. You need to clean yourself up, Steve. For real this time. You can't go around doing whatever you want. It's disgusting and disrespectful. Did you even consider the people you'd hurt? How doing shit like that would affect the lives of people who care about you? They deserve better than that." She shakes her head. Arms crossed. Steve is tense in front of her, but he doesn't say anything. To her, that's as good as confession. "Everyone talks about how you've worked hard to improve yourself, become a better person. But after last night? I just don't believe it. No one who's really changed, really a good person, would do what you did." She sighs. "You should probably leave now."

Steve nods stiffly. "Right. I'll. Uh, I leave. Can you...please, don't tell anyone, ma'am. I'll Grab my bag and I'll get outta your hair, but don't tell. I'm so sorry. Please." She purses her lips. His girlfriend deserves to know, but Joyce has no clue who that is (it might be the Robin girl attached to his hip, but she has no way of knowing). She nods once. Steve's shoulders slump.

Stepping back into the house, Steve quickly and jerkily snags his backpack from the corner it was shoved into before leaning over to whisper something in Robin's ear. The girl nods, looking worried.

He doesn't look at Eddie.

For a while, her house is Steve-free. Joyce breathes easy, hoping their talk was a wake-up call for steve. He is painfully polite when they bump into each other, Robin usually by his side with a strained customer service smile. Small talk is non-existent.

But then Will starts getting quieter. Maybe avoiding her. Certainly does his best to be small and doesn't look in her eyes. She has no idea what's going on, and she's worried.

What if the Upside Down came back? What if there's something wrong with her boy? What if everything they've fought for and sacrificed didn't mean anything and it's never actually over?

She tries to talk to him, but he shrugs her off, says he's fine and not to worry about it. Assures her it is definitely not the Upside Down.

Finally, after two weeks of Will looking absolutely miserable when he talks to her, she gets Jonathan to try. Tension around the house is high, Steve is barely around and always skitters away when he sees her, and in combination with will, it's out everyone on edge.

She doesn't mean to eavesdrop. But she doesn't not mean to either. It's just that they're on the porch, and she was in the kitchen and heard something, and when she went to see, she heard them talking.

"it's not--i want to tell you but it's not my secret to tell."

Jonathan sighs. "Will. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong. Please. Talk to me. I'll love you no matter what, you know that."

Will heaves a breath. "I had a talk with Steve --" and oh, the rage in Joyce's chest when she hears that. What did he say to her boy?? "And...uhg. fuck. Okay, you have to swear, swear! You're not going to tell anyone what I'm going to tell you. If you figure it out, because I don't. It's not mine to tell."

"okay. I swear. I won't go spilling Steve's secrets."

"you have to mean it, Jonathan. It's dangerous!"

There's ruffling fabric. Jonathan's voice is softer. "I promise."

"Steve said he was telling me because he thought we might be...similar. In some ways. And he talked about who he's dating. And that Hopper and El and Robin and Eddie know. And that they're all safe. Y'know? Like you are."

"okay..."

"and I said you were, and he said that was really good, and then emphasized that if I ever wanted like, and actual grown up to talk to, not just another teenager, Hopper was safe. But. The way he said it made it seem like...I don't know, but something was off? And I asked him." There's a pause. "I asked him if Mom knew. And he said yes. But he hadn't... Before that, he hadn't said she was safe. Jonathan..."

Something...wasn't adding up. Joyce was trying to puzzle what she wouldn't be safe to talk to about. She'd been in the tunnels and Upside Down and through it all. Her children, and by extension the children that had helped save them, were always safe in her house. To come to her if they felt unsafe. Why Steve would tell her own son she wasn't --

Will continued. "Steve said that it'd probably be different because I'm her kid, y'know? She--she did all this stuff to get me back and to keep me safe and loves me. So she could. So she'd maybe change her mind. For me."

"Will..." Jonathan's voice sounds pained.

"but what if she's not? What if that's where it ends? Shell save me from a demogorgon but not love me for this. Steve's saved my friends half a dozen times, Jonathan! He got--he got tortured" that is not something Joyce knew. When the hell did that happen? "with Robin to protect Dustin and Erica, Billy beat him half to death when he stepped in to protect Lucas and Max! He's good! I'm not as close to him as the others but he still told me. He trusted me enough with a secret that I can't even say outloud about myself yet! And Mom still-" will hiccups, and Joyce wishes she knew what he was talking about. Wishes he was saying these things to her, so she could comfort him.

Heaving a breath, Will is quieter. "Steve's the reason no one's died. He's El's first brother. And she still called him disgusting for-- for kissing someone he loves."

Ice fills Joyce's veins, a heavy pit balls in her stomach. Because that's not--she didn't--it wasn't like that.

But Steve had begged her not to tell anyone. Had stood still and not tried to justify anything and called her ma'am when he asked her not to tell. Held himself still when she was around and bolted at the first possible opportunity, leaving disappointed people in his wake. Oh, shit. Oh, she's fucked up so badly. Hurt some kid because she was suspicious of him from over three years ago and assumed the worst. Instead of realizing that maybe the reason he and his girlfriend were keeping it quiet was because he didn't have a girlfriend at all, and that the boy he kissed that night was his boyfriend, she had just assumed he was cheating. And then she'd told him he was disappointing and disgusting and a bad influence on the kids. Even after, he still made sure Will knew there were safe people around, that he'd have someone to talk to. And all she'd done was make him scared of her.

"oh, buddy."

Will's voice is muffled, and Jonathan has probably pulled him into a hug. It cracks when he speaks. "how can she say that about Steve but still love me? When so much of this shit's been my fault?"

"none of this is your fault. Don't believe that, will. No one blames you or El for any of it. You know that, right?"

"okay..."

"it's true. And as for mom...I don't know." Jonathan huffs "I'm not sure. I'm sorry, buddy."

Joyce turns then, feeling sick. She shouldn't have eavesdropped on her children, but now she had she was going to make things right. Hopefully.

Ensure everyone, including Steve, knew she was safe.

Part 3

[chelseeebe]

menswear.

been wanting to write a menswear inspired lil ficcy for sooo so long n to celebrate the fact that i will finally hear it live after 9 years i thought this was a great time

a/n: i just wanna write a disclaimer that i am british and tend to britain-ise my writing so if it seems off for an american wedding don’t bite me x it’s ovulation week which is the only way i can explain this if i’m honest

summary: meeting steve at an old friend’s wedding could really only lead to one thing, couldn’t it?

18+. smut. alcohol and drug use. steve is a mess. no use of y/n!

steve’s still drunk from the night before, his tie crooked and one of the buttons on his shirt is uneven. he looked even more disheveled than he felt.

he hadn’t been keen on the idea of going to the wedding of his ex girlfriend and the man who essentially took her from him. not that he blames jonathan of course, he wasn’t exactly the gold standard boyfriend. he had his faults and would quite happily admit to them.

but still, it was confusing and weird and he’d tried to get out of it but robin had quite frankly insisted that he be there or else he was a terrible person.

so, as all sensible people would, he got absolutely fucking blasted the night before. he hadn’t meant to get so drunk but catching up with old friends and the kids he once looked after, had lead to him being carried off to his room by his best friend who was mumbling a bunch of profanities under her breath.

he still stank of booze, christ even he could smell it. it lingered on his body despite the twenty minute cold shower he had forced himself through this morning. there had been an attempt to style his hair but it mostly hung around his face in limp strands.

did you know the best way to beat a hangover is to keep drinking? hair of the dog and that. at least, that’s what he was telling himself. nursing a double whisky at the hotel bar at stupid o’clock this morning.

he didn’t have robin to hang off today, left to his own devices as she’d been recruited into the bridal party. her one track mind focussed on nancy and not her absolute failure of a best friend.

the venue was nice, a tad unorthodox and not where he’d choose to get married but it fit the strange pairing in a nice way. slinking up the cold stone of the aisle, trying to find his reserved seat among the crowds of people.

max pulls him into one of the rows, shoving him down on the empty seat with a small scowl on her face. she’d seen him struggling from her seat and had so graciously gone to help the poor man.

‘thanks.. max,’ he groans, nodding at the girl a she settles into his seat, honestly just hoping that the service would go quick so he could resume his pitiful drinking.

he sighs, thumbing through the programme. smiling slightly as he reads the officiants name, el hopper. they had just had to make this the strangest wedding he’d ever have the pleasure of attending.

‘do you know the bride or groom?’ your voice speaks from beside him, it’s the first time he’s realised that he’s actually sat next to anyone and he’s actually not in his own little world of misery.

‘huh?’ he asks, looking up to meet your eyes.

you’re smiling, looking as spritely as he wished he felt. clearly some people hadn’t got wasted the night before. amateurs.

‘do you know the bride or groom? sorry- i don’t really know anyone here,’ giving him a shy chuckle as your cheeks flush, maybe you would have to dip after the ceremony.

‘oh.. oh no, i know both of them.. nancy’s my ex girlfriend,’ he wants to kick himself because what on earth had compelled him to say something like that.

‘oh wow..’ you laugh, ‘not awkward at all then,’ kissing the back of your teeth.

‘it’s actually not.. not really,’ he shrugs, shuffling in his chair to face towards you properly, ‘i mean, if i had a choice i probably would’ve skipped but.. what can you do?’

‘right.. still, i don’t envy you,’ smoothing down the creased material of your dress, a deep green to match the earthy tones of the wedding.

‘d’you wanna know my secret to weddings?’ he smiles, leaning in.

‘mhm hit me.’

‘you just gotta get as drunk as humanly possible and they’re actually not so bad..’

‘isn’t it like..’ you check your wrist watch, ‘it’s noon,’ breaking into a giggle.

‘and that is why i started last night,’ tapping his finger on his temple, he was a genius really.

he wasn’t new to this game. having been forced to a plethora of fancy weddings with his parents and the wave of weddings from high school friends, he was wise to all the tricks in which made weddings bearable.

‘well, i might have to join you.. i don’t know anybody here,’ looking around at the hordes of strangers milling around the large room.

‘why are you here then?’ immediately wincing at his choice of words, ‘shit no.. i meant, do you know nancy? or jonathan? or have you snuck in?’

you giggle again and it’s music to his ears. sat next to a pretty girl who finds him funny? maybe today couldn’t be all that bad after all.

‘i know nancy.. we were roommates at emerson, she’s like.. the only person i’ve kept in contact with.’

he nods, going to speak but is abruptly interrupted by the sound of the organ chiming. your cue to actually start paying attention to the ceremony at hand. he turns his attention to the alter, exhaling heavily.

‘i’m so sorry.. i never asked your name,’ whispering with his body still facing the front, but completely leaning his shoulder into yours.

oh this wedding was about to be so much fun.

-

you had taken steve’s advice, who’s name you had now learnt, immediately downing a glass of champagne when you got to the reception. hey, if you were going to have to meet a thousand new people tonight, you’d have to be a little buzzed to do it.

it’s no surprise you’ve been shoved onto the singles table, finding your name on the board and slinking off to your corner of the banished. steve already sat slumped over at his seat which was suspiciously next to yours again. he totally hadn’t swapped out stacey’s name card for yours.. never.

you slide into the chair, ‘we have got to stop meeting like this,’ gently nudging his elbow with yours as to not alarm him.

‘huh,’ he smiles, eyes glistening, ‘it must be fate,’ swivelling on the chair to give you his attention.

‘must be,’ raising your eyebrows ever so slightly.

he’s nursing what must be his fifth? sixth? drink, this time opting for something a little more socially acceptable with a beer. if it weren’t an open bar he’d offer to buy you a drink but it seemed a little cheap.

‘so, where are you from?’ he’s utterly intrigued by you, desperate to know everything there is to know.

‘denver and then boston.. for college and now i’m in cincinnati for my job,’ you shrug, feeling immensely coy under his gaze, ‘i take it you’re from indiana like nancy?’

she had spoken about how people mostly stayed in their small town, they’d meet someone in high school and fall into the suburban family life without ever realising it. and then before they knew it, it was too late and they were stuck there. she was determined to not do that.

‘yeah..’ he sounds deflated, thinking of the place he called home, ‘but it’s home i guess..’ he taps on the table, ‘what d’ya do for work?’

‘i’m an editor at a publishing house,’ his expression says that he doesn’t entirely understand, ‘i work with a lot of writers and basically tell them what to do,’ that was the very basic premise of your role but you’d gathered that he probably didn’t actually care much.

‘oh wow.. so you’re boss lady then?’ swigging on the now-warm liquid, he’s listening intently to whatever comes out of your mouth.

‘hah.. not quite,’ fiddling with the tiny name plaque in front of you, ‘one day.. hopefully,’ you were never a fan of talking about yourself, ‘so what do you do?’

he rolls his eyes playfully, ‘work for my dad, i didn’t get into college soo.. he gave me a job,’ eyes wandering to the guests now joining your table, ‘but really i’m just a glorified assistant and even that’s being generous,’ playing off his disappointment with a small laugh.

‘well that doesn’t sound too bad..’ picking up on his demeanour, ‘shall we get another drink before we have to sit through the awful speeches?’

his pretty pink lips curl into a smirk, ‘i like your thinking,’ standing from the table with his hand offered out for you to hold.

-

‘i-i’ll say a couple words.. c’mon,’ he grins, stepping up towards the small stage, hopper reluctantly passes the mic over to steve, watching apprehensively as he climbs onto the stage.

robin sighs, this could really only go one way and she sure as hell did not want to be in the room to witness it.

there’s a chance that you two had slightly overdone it with the free bar.. you wince watching him up on the stage. the opinions of these people meant absolutely nothing to you but quite obviously did to him.

‘as you all know.. nancy is my ex girlfriend-,’ there’s a collective groan from the audience, ‘but.. but no, that’s not what i came to say.. i wanted to say that-,’ he hiccups into the microphone, ‘that the first time i properly spoke to jonathan, he beat my ass and fuck did it hurt,’ chuckling to himself, ‘but that ass kicking actually.. and you won’t believe it, but it made me a better person and y’know what.. i’m really happy for you,’ he thrusts his glass into the air, ‘so, please join me in a toast to our newly weds.. you deserve it,’ turning to face the cringing couple at the table.

nancy gives him a small smile, it wasn’t exactly shakespearean but the sentiment was nice and he hadn’t embarrassed himself or fallen off the stage head first so she was going to take it as a win.

‘thank you, steve,’ jonathan nods, steve’s sure he can see a tiny smile on his face despite the lousy speech he’d just given.

hopper claps him on the back as he gets off of the stage, taking a mental note to keep an eye on the boy for the rest of the evening. the free bar may not have been the wisest decision after all.

steve collapses into his chair, immediately leaning into you, ‘that was good, right?’ taking a sip of his drink.

‘uh.. yeah, maybe didn’t need to mention the ex girlfriend thing buuut.. i don’t think it was that bad,’ you laugh, watching as he nods in self satisfaction.

‘good, i’m glad you approve,’ his eyes are narrow, glossy as they look back at you, he tilts his glass for you to cheers.

‘cheers.. to a not-so-bad wedding,’ you say, knocking your glasses together.

‘and to new friends,’ he adds, that same grin you’d now become accustomed to after only a few short hours.

‘to new friends.’

-

you and your new friend had sorta maybe totally took full advantage of the free bar and the tiny bag of magic powder steve had kept in his blazer pocket. it wasn’t something you’d usually indulge in, but the champagne had gone to your head and the party was getting dull so..

‘i just wanna say.. i don’t do this shit all the time,’ using his credit card to push the powder into small lines on the edge of the basin, ‘just for when i need a little pick me up..’

he looks up at you from his hunched over position, he’s half-smiling as he pulls a ten dollar bill from his wallet, fiddling around as he rolls it into a small cylinder, offering it to you.

you’re cramped into one of the tiny cubicles together, your back pressed against the cold wall, ‘mm hmm and me either.. just to clarify,’ carefully placing the half-empty champagne flute down on the sink.

‘ladies first..’ hand brushing against against the small of your back as he stands up, mere inches from your face.

you oblige, bending over to sniff the powder, wincing as it stings on the way up. holding out the note for steve to take, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the note. perhaps it was the copious amounts of alcohol but you could’ve worn you felt your heart miss a beat.

he stands back up, holding his nose. eyes still very much refusing to leave yours. they’re a beautiful chestnut colour and you’re sure they looked even better with a sober mind.

‘ready to dance?’ you ask, raising your brows.

his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth to wet his lips, ‘in a minute,’ your heart pounding in not only your chest, ‘fuck- can i kiss you?’

‘please-,’

interrupted by his lips pressing against your own, eyes fluttering shut as his clammy hand finds your waist, pressing himself into your chest.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, his tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth opening for him, as your fingers thread into his hair. he tastes of beer, cigarettes and the mint he’d not-so-sneakily shoved into his mouth before bringing you in here.

it’s all teeth and tongues, his hands getting grabby as they begin to roam around. you so desperately want to jump up onto the sink and let him fuck you into the porcelain right here. pressing your thighs together trying to satiate the growing ache.

you don’t, obviously. his lips chasing yours as you pull back, clawing at the back of his neck, the thumping music of the reception getting louder as someone enters the bathroom.

you put your finger on his lips, willing him not to say a word as the stranger locks themself in the cubicle right next to yours. he’s smirking, pupils blown out from the substance you’d shared. it was exhilarating, pushing his knee between your legs, fingers digging into your sides.

jesus christ, it feels like you’re in this position for eternity. waiting forever for the mystery person to vacate the bathroom. growing impatient as his fingertips dance around your hips, teasing as they tug on your dress.

eventually, they get the fuck out and steve is on your lips again before the door had chance to shut fully. moaning softly into his mouth at the sheer feeling of his thigh brushing against yours. you were a mess and he’d barely touched you yet.

‘shall we.. go? i have a room upstairs,’ mumbling between kisses, not wanting to let go of your lips for too long.

-

there’s a banging on the door just as he’s managed to slip your dress off. you clutch the material to your chest, covering your dignity in fear of intruders.

‘steve? you in there?’ a woman’s voice calls through the wood.

your eyes widen, absolutely certain that he’d had some hidden girlfriend who was now positively fuming that he’d disappeared with you.

his head slumps as he breathes out, hair brushing against your face, seemingly relieved with whoever was outside, ‘it’s rob.. let me just..’ he clambers off of the bed, ‘she won’t leave until i answer.’

steve swings open the door, met with an unimpressed robin. she’s been scouring the party for the last hour trying to find him. only to find out that he’d last been seen with a girl no one had ever seen before.

‘heyy rob.. everything okay?’ he asks cautiously, well aware that he was shirtless, belt hanging from his pant loops.

‘is everything okay with you? you just disappeared.. what’re you doing in there?’ eyeing his disheveled appearance.

‘ah shit i’m sorry.. i couldn’t find you,’ lies, he hadn’t even looked, far too interested in getting you back to his room.

her eyes narrow, glancing down at the hastily removed heel in the doorway, ‘d’you have a girl in there?’

he frowns at his best friend, ‘wha-? i’m just, going to bed..’ following her gaze to the shoe, ‘yes.. there is.’

you try not to giggle from behind the door, watching as he kicks your shoe backwards into the room.

‘ew,’ she grimaces, ‘why’d you answer the door, you freak.. i’ll see you in the morning,’ scoffing as she walks away.

steve closes the door gently before making his back to the bed, ‘i’m so sorry.. she woulda called the cops if i didn’t answer,’ climbing onto the mattress, sat on his knees in front of you.

‘oh? and she’s your..’ slightly bemused as to who that even was and why she seemed to care so much.

‘best friend,’ he leans in, tugging at the dress still pressed against your chest, ‘so where were we?’ devious smirk painting his face as your grip begins to loosen.

he presses forward, connecting your lips once more, nudging you into laying back, hovering over your body with one hand attempting to wrestle the dress from between your bodies. it lands on the carpet with a soft thud, his hand now free to roam the length of your body, fingers softly brushing over the waistband of your underwear before settling on your thigh. it’s cruel and teasing, you’ve already wasted so much time.

you move your hips upwards, chasing his touch. utterly desperate to feel him again. groaning into his mouth, not bothering to hide your impatience. steve smirks, walking his fingers up toward your hip.

his fingers slip into your carefully chosen panties, choking for air as he pulls back from your lips, ‘holy shit.. you’re soaking,’ still lingering around your aching heat, not doing anything to satisfy the growing wetness.

‘shut up,’ you grumble, pulling him back onto your mouth. rutting your hips to signal how desperate you really are.

he finally gets there, middle and forefinger travelling between your slick folds, rubbing pathetic circles around your clit. you’re grateful for the long awaited release, detaching from his lips to moan.

‘ohh fuck,’ he mutters, feeding off of the delightful sounds coming from your mouth. his cock twitching against your thigh.

‘please,’ you whine, unable to take any more of his incessant teasing. it had gone on for what felt like forever. you blame the various substances for your neediness and the subsequent lack of embarrassment for it.

‘keep begging like that and you can have anything you want,’ rescinding his fingers to tackle his own belt, hastily unbuckling the metal and yanking his suit pants down. boxers coming to rest around his thighs shortly after.

your eyes widen at the sight of his leaking cock springing up. you had felt that he was big but holy shit, this was something else. your surprise doesn’t go unnoticed, his veiny hand fisting his cock as his other hand comes to rest beside your head.

‘i’ll go slow,’ he breathes, eyes hooded as his chestnut eyes gaze into yours. he was used to the apprehension by now. your clammy hands grip onto the back of his neck, feet coming to rest on his lower back. nodding quickly underneath him.

he slides into your cunt achingly slow, his mouth falling open. a strangled sound rumbling from his throat, ‘fuck.. you feel.. so good,’ staying where he was, assessing your reaction before making his next move.

it feels like he’s splitting you open but it’s good. burning desire filling your veins, ‘fuck me..’ you nod, ‘please fuck me,’ becoming accustomed to the feeling of being full, pleading for him to just move.

you don’t have to tell him twice, an animalistic growl escaping as he begins to thrust his hips. he’s still holding back, you can tell but it’s oh so much better than his stagnant pace of before.

your eyes struggle to stay open, eyelids fluttering as he slams into you. hitting the sweet, soft spot you’re sure only he could reach. back arching off of the mattress, sweaty chests colliding, chasing that feeling.

‘oh my god,’ you moan, loud enough for whoever is staying in the adjacent room to hear. it’s filthy, lewd and desperate. the sound of his balls slapping against your supple skin, fastening in response to your encouragement.

‘yeah?’ he pants, reaching his hand around to brush the wild hair from your face. ‘been waiting to do this- nghh.. all fuckin’ day,’ relentless with his tempo, pubic area perfectly catching against your throbbing cult, hurtling you towards your orgasm.

‘fuck,’ you grit, eyes screwed shut. it’s disgusting how the sounds of your cunt fill the room, even worse that it was encouraging him. pounding into your hole ruthlessly, grunting as he nears his own orgasm.

the familiar sensation twists in your stomach, mouth hung open as it’s useless even attempting to muffle yourself. ‘steve..’ you mewl, more as a warning that you were fast approaching your release.

he can feel it, the way you clench around him and the utter mindless babbling coming from your mouth were all too familiar. ‘you gonna come? huh? you wanna come?’ struggling to keep his own composure.

you can’t even verbalise your response, nodding maniacally while your legs squeeze around his waist, keeping him deep inside as you begin to tremble. stomach flipping and your head becoming fuzzy, the tip of his cock nudging against the spongy spot as you come undone around him.

the pleasure is almost overwhelming, tears pricking in your eyes as you writhe against him. ‘shitshitshit,’ whining breathlessly into his ear.

‘oh fuck,’ he barks, beginning to lose his rhythm. hips stuttering as he fills you up, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. pulling out far too late and collapsing on top your sweaty body.

chest rising and falling in time with his as you try to regain your breath, still clinging onto his neck while he buries his face into your shoulder, arms wrapping around your back.

‘oh fuck is right,’ you remark, giggling at his pathetic demeanour. fingers running through his damp hair, his wet lips pressing against the skin of your neck. your mind still too hazy to truly comprehend the implications of him coming inside of you. something for tomorrow you to worry about.

‘i’m sorry,’ he mumbles, cocking his head to finally look up at you, ‘your fault..’ attempting to crack a joke.

‘oh it’s my fault?’

‘oh yeah,’ shifting off of your body and onto the bed slightly, still holding onto your waist. ‘i’d have a baby with you any day,’ wrestling to pull the blanket over your bodies.

you narrow your eyes, resting your head on the soft pillow, choosing to blissfully ignore his comments. the toll of the long day starting to take on your body as your eyes begin to close. snuggling into the side of his body, tangling your leg between his.

‘i wasn’t joking,’ he murmurs sleepily, fingers brushing your back softly.

‘shut up.’

-

you’re wary of even waking him, wondering if it’d be easier to just slip out unnoticed. maybe you could leave a note on the bedside table for him to find.

no. no, that’d be rude. most one night stands you wouldn’t even be contemplating it, you’d have ran out of there the second you were awake. something felt different with steve.. like maybe you shouldn’t.

you nudge his arm, leaning over his body.

‘steve? steve.. i have to go..’ you coo softly, coaxing him awake.

he jolts, snapping his head in your direction, ‘huh? what?’ squinting as he comes to, head already pounding from the copious amounts of liquor he’d ingested last night.

‘i have to go..’ smiling at his sleepy demeanour.

‘what? no.. no no, where are you going?’ voice heavy with sleep, a whole octave deeper than it was last night.

‘i’ve gotta check out out of my room and drive home.’

he sits up agains the pillow, stretching his arms out with a stifled yawn, ‘now? it’s so early,’ his fingers wrap around your wrist, ‘stay.. ten minutes,’ gently trying to pull you back into the bed with him.

‘it’s a long drive.. i can’t,’ you mutter, standing strong despite the overwhelming urge to just get back into the warm bed with him.

‘let me walk you back then,’ the smooth pad of his thumb tracing along your wrist, ‘gimme like.. five minutes and we can go,’ dropping your arm as he springs out of the bed.

‘you don’t have to.. really,’ you persist, watching as he shimmies into a discarded pair of sweatpants, frantically searching for a clean t-shirt in his suitcase.

‘well i’m going to,’ he pulls it over his messy hair, it had been neglected the last few days and he’d been kicking himself for not looking his best for you.

you simply smile at him, nothing you could say would change his mind so it was easier not to and you weren’t exactly averse to spending more time with him.

he emerges from the bathroom looking slightly more put together, ‘okay i’m ready.. let’s go,’ grabbing his wallet, nearly empty cigarette box and his room key from his discarded pants pocket and grinning.

it’s a comfortable silence on the way back to your room, steve nodding his head at a few wedding guest stragglers who were either doing the exact same thing you were doing or trying to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

the atmosphere is pleasant, almost natural as you walk the halls. arms brushing against each other with every step.

‘well, this is me,’ nodding at the basically untouched hotel room. you’d stepped foot in it once to drop your bag off and hadn’t seen it since.

steve’s biting down onto his bottom lip, ‘you really gotta go now?’ sounding a little disappointed.

‘i’m back to work tomorrow.. i’m sorry,’ trying to disguise your own disappointment. realistically, you probably wouldn’t see him again. just a one time, crazy wedding story you would look back on fondly in a few years.

‘i’m not,’ he offers, trying desperately not to let this go. dating in hawkins wasn’t great, and he wasn’t sure that he’d ever find someone like you even if he searched for his entire life. he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try.

‘oh?’ raising your brows.

‘yanno, i’ve never been to cincinnati before,’ smirking down at you, ‘i was actually thinking of taking a little vacation there.. like, this week?’

the corners of your lips twitch into a smile, ‘you know what? that sounds like a great idea.’

[lolasimms]

Just an idea but what about Ellie and y/n’s honey moon???

High by the beach - Ellie x Reader

_____________________ ୨୧ _______________________

౨ৎ She makes so many White lotus references and makes you rewatch it every night.

౨ৎ Will wake you up at 6am sharp so you can be first at the breakfast buffet.

౨ৎ She insists that “the earlier, the fresher” the food is.

౨ৎ Loves leaving love bites all over you especially with the sundresses and open clothes you’d wear.

౨ৎ She’s obsessed with your bikinis but especially the ones with little lace ribbons and frills.

౨ৎ Will fondle you at the pool, beach, breakfast , lunch and dinner.

౨ৎ Her sex drive during the honeymoon has you utterly exhausted and spent.

౨ৎ After the second night of the honeymoon you’d vowed to hit the gym in the morning after a big dinner.

౨ৎ Plans were changed after Ellie spent an hour in between your thighs, refusing to let you go until your come for her 5 times.

౨ৎ You’d woken up sore and exhausted between your legs and mad that you’d missed your gym session.

౨ৎ Ellie takes pictures of everything, she brings her digital camera with her wherever the two of you go.

౨ৎ Signs you guys up for the hotels, wine and painting night and ends up painting a naked portrait of you.

౨ৎ Somehow manages to find a plug and insists the two of you smoke at the beach.

౨ৎ After having done so and getting absolutely zooted at the beach, you head back to the room and order a hefty amount of room service.

୨୧

“Why does everything sound so good?” you asked, your mouth practically watering over the thought of French fries.

“Because we’re a high as fuck,” Ellie replies, snickering. You both fell silent before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“I want a cheeseburger.”You blurt, nuzzling into her.

“Oh my god, yes.” She rolls over to see the menu. “Crumbed chicken and macaroni and cheese”. That sounds good. Nachos? We should get those too.”

“This is getting expensive.” You laugh, as you grab the menu from her hands.

“Run up a tab. We’re celebrating baby, it’s our fucking honeymoon” She places both hands on your face and leaves a harsh kiss on your lips.

“We’re high Els.”

“Because we’re celebrating…” She hums and licks her lips. “You know since we’re married, we should make a baby. I should put a baby in you tonight.”

“What?”

“We can put a cheeseburger in you first. I’m hungry, too.”

୨୧

౨ৎ You surprise her with a trip to a planetarium on your second to last day and she’s over the moon.

౨ৎ While the tour guide is explaining the constellations she leans over and tells you about how bad she’s going to eat you out tonight.

౨ৎ She books you a couples massage overlooking the beach front.

౨ৎ The two of you love going on night swims, usually they end in you both getting handsy.

౨ৎ Tries to convince you to extend the honeymoon the day before you leave because she’s having so much fun.

౨ৎ When you get back home you catch her looking for ‘best holiday destinations for married couples’ no more than two days after the honeymoon.

[wimble-warcrime]

Ooh can I request how you think kid and killer would show their interest in you? Basically their way of courting you/beginning of a relationship. Together or separate, whatever you feel like 🖤🖤

hi anon, thanks for the ask! i'd be happy to do both :)

im a big fan of the concept of courting in general (to many period drama influences) so some of these may seem weird or ooc

kidd-

different from killer, who would take a more traditional approach to courting/wooing a potential partner, kidd's approach is more... chaotic... we'll say

we all know that this tulip head has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and therefore struggles with expressing any emotion other than rage and pride, so be prepared for a whirlwind of whiplash

he doesn't know what he wants, you don't know what he wants

killer knows what he wants, but won't be at all helpful in this case

while he will staunchly deny this until the day he dies, kidd's love language is acts of service (beating the shit out of people for you), gift giving (making you things to beat the shit out of people) and quality time (discussing in depth on how to beat the shit out of people)

expect a lot of shiny things, handmade metal contraptions, and requests for you to just sit with him (he tells you he needs someone to hold something for him, or shine the light at a particular angle, but we all know he just wants to be around you)

he fails miserably at any attempts of flirtation

the first time you cackle at him for his terrible pick-up lines, he shuts himself away for a few days. the second time, (with killer's guidance) he realizes that making you laugh would be great way to warm up to each other.

it becomes a witty back-and-forth of banter and cheesy pick-up lines, and a solid friendship is formed. you talk about whatever, he gives his (sadistic) input, he rambles on about his latest invention (probably a weapon) and you give your feedback

you don't know that each of these conversations are pertaining to the same creation, he's (very secretly, and quite skillfully (to killer's surprise)) getting your input, because he's making it for you.

it's months in the making, he probably started right after your first lengthy discussion about preferred weapon types or something like that.

i'd like to think that for kidd, it's obsession at first insult with him, so you'd probably be relatively new to the crew. he wouldn't last long enough to have known (and liked you) for years, no patience with dis man

he gets talkative when he drinks, so i guarantee you the first time he gets like black out drunk around you, he spills his guts. its an unspoked rule amongst the crew, that any 'gushy' feelings that come from that captain while he is inebriated, are not to ever EVER be brought up afterwards.

so you kind of just. sit there. thinking abt the fact that this angry tulip man like you. and wont admit it to your face.

after the first emotional moment TM you guys share, things start to pick up. you are witness to a softer side of the one-dimensional captain, and quite like it.

start seeking those out more. he won't, but the best progress is one made in emotional vulnerability. (dr. wimble advice corner approved)

he cant take a hint, so dont bother dropping any. if you wanna go forward, say something. kidd cannot read (alegedly), let alone between the lines. your best bet is to whip out your tits (gn) in front of him.

i will die on this hill, kidd is firmly a boob guy, dont try to change my mind. he lov em

there is no "so, should we date now?" phase with this guy, he just skips right to the "fucking them with the lights on" phase. a hot and heavy encounter later, and he has firmly planted himself at your side, no takes-backsies~~

you wake up the morning after hovered in hickeys and bite marks, and EVERYONE know your his now. he wont say it, but you are.

killer-

killer on the other hand, is a traditionalist, an 'el hopaness romtic' if ya know what im sayin

he will woo the pants right off you, season two anthony bridgerton wet shirt scene style (iykyk)

you probably aren't new to the crew, kil strikes me as the kinda guy who doesn't know he likes someone until it's too late. like man's good at self reflection and all, but it takes TIME to get to him, so there is no 'love at first fisticuffs' with him.

it starts with friendship (demi killer till the day i die), you two are like each others bestfriends. no one tops kidd (ehehe) for this guy, but you can tie

it's the little things at first, and more one-sided at the beginning (on your end), like complimenting his cooking, offering to help with dishes

maybe you buy him some hair stuff, he did mention that he was running out, off handedly. or, you sharpen up his knives for him while he's away

Killer's love language is also acts of service, more so on the receiving end tho, but he likes to give gifts. he'll cook for you, personally

like one meal just for you type thing. he says he wants you to try out a new recipe of his, but really, he just made you a nice meal, and cant say it to your face.

you two act like a couple already, but both deny it, saying youre just 'really good friends'

he first really realises that he likes you, seriously likes (maybe love) you when you get injured. and not like, oh little scratch, but like, almost died injured.

a foe has never been downed faster, than when killer heard your scream of pain and terror from across the battle field, and fucking flew across to get to you.

it's obvious to anyone that mans got it badd. he doesnt leave your side until youre concious again and the promptly blows up you for being dumb and reckless and almost getting killed. its a nasty fight, one that shatters your friendship. no one expected anything like that from him. probably the most anyone has ever heard from him in one go

he is just worried, but cant tell you that he loves you, without fully knowing how you feel back. not a guy who readily takes risks like that.

it's a few weeks before he's talking to you again, afraid that he astronomically fudged it by his little outburst. the exchanges are clipped, (you, who had been pining hard for him for like ever) and you're positively sure he hates your guts (he doesnt he just scared)

he avoids you, trying to put as much distance between you two as physically possible, trying to get rid of his feelings for you. but the you go and get yourself hurt. again

it was an accident this time, he saw it happen. like slow motion, the knife you were holding was bumped out of your hand by someone backing into you, it fell, cutting your hand open, before notching itself into the flood

he blows up at the person responsible, before dragging you to the medbay to patch you up. all the while, muttering about how clumsy you are, how much of a danger magnet you seem to be.

its at that moment you know how he feels. it's not said outright, but the care he takes with you, treating you like you're glass

you lean down to kiss his mask. just a small pec, an utterance of a 'thank you' whispered after

but

his heart is beating like a wild mustang, and he freezes. he makes sure your affection wasn't just because you were grateful (after he starts working again)

your reassurance is like cupids arrow for his heart. you like him, have liked him for a while

nothing really changes between your dynamic after that, at least from the outside. really, you've started to be more physically affectionate behind closed doors.

it's a huge step when he takes his mask of around you. the lights are off, and you can't see his face, but he lets you touch it. huge step in your relationship

he's still a baddie, violent and unhinged, (to keep up appearances), but when no ones looking, he'll love on you

this feels kinda rushed ngl, but alas, when is it not? anywayz anon, hope you like it! iv'e already done poly! kidkiller here, i hope you enjoy :)

btw my requests are open, but im still in college, so be mindful if it takes me a hot minute to reply to them

[melhindips]

🚨 Update on the current field situation in the Gaza Strip as of 09:00 PM on day 337 of the war on Gaza:

⭕️ Northern Governorate:

▪Martyrs and wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a tent sheltering displaced persons inside the Halima Al-Sa'diya school in the Jabalia Al-Nazla area, northern Gaza Strip.

▪️More than 30 injuries due to artillery shelling on citizens' homes around Al-Qassam Mosque in the Beit Lahiya Mashrou', northern Gaza Strip.

▪The water desalination stations in the Gaza and North Governorates are still struggling to provide service due to the lack of fuel necessary for their operation.

▪️ For the tenth month, the Israeli occupation has prevented the entry of vegetables, fruits, frozen goods, and basic materials into the Gaza and North Governorates.

⭕️ Gaza Governorate:

▪️Two martyrs, including a child, and injured people as a result of an Israeli bombardment of a residential building belonging to the "Gherbawi" family near the Youth and Sports Roundabout in the Al-Nasr area west of Gaza City.

▪️ Three martyrs and more than 20 injured as a result of an Israeli bombardment on the "Amro Ibn Al-As" school in the Abu Iskander area in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood north of Gaza City.

▪️ For the fifteenth day, Israeli occupation forces continue to advance in the Zaytoun neighborhood.

▪️ Heavy bombing, demolition, and burning of citizens' homes south of Street 8.

▪️ Very heavy Israeli artillery shelling on various areas north of Street 8, specifically in the regions of Al-Hasan Ibn Ali Square, Abu Habib intersection, and the Islamic Complex area.

▪️ The occupation forces continue to prevent the entry of cooking gas since the beginning of the war until now, forcing citizens to resort to using alternatives made of nylon, cardboard, and fabric, which may pose a danger to lives and property.

⭕️ Central Governorate:

▪️8 martyrs, including a child, and many wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a group of citizens in the Al-Hasayna area west of the Al-Nuseirat camp in the central Gaza Strip.

▪️6 martyrs, including two children and three women, as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Eid" family on Old Court Street in Al-Nuseirat in the central Gaza Strip.

▪️One martyr as a result of an Israeli bombardment near the Gaza Valley Bridge north of the Al-Nuseirat camp.

▪️Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Radi" family northwest of the Al-Nuseirat camp.

▪️Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Abu Shawish" family west of the New Camp north of the Al-Nuseirat camp in the central Gaza Strip.

⭕️ Khan Younis Governorate:

Two martyrs and injured as a result of Israeli shelling on a house belonging to the "Jarghon" family near the Islamic University southeast of Khan Younis.

▪️Injuries due to heavy Israeli artillery shelling on several scattered areas of Khan Younis.

⭕️ Rafah Governorate:

▪️Two martyrs as a result of Israeli shelling on civilians in the Areeba area north of Rafah city.

▪️Recovery of a martyr and injuries as a result of Israeli artillery shelling targeting the vicinity of Al-Firdaws School west of Rafah city.

▪️Recovery of the bodies of martyrs since this morning from various areas of Rafah city.

▪️Israeli shelling on a group of citizens near the Al-Alam roundabout west of Rafah city in the southern Gaza Strip.

▪️Israeli shelling and demolition of residential buildings northwest of Rafah city.

Saturday, September 07, 2024

[tan1shere]

heyyy i was wanting to request! where reader and ellie has a kid and its christmas night, yall are putting the presents up and yall can hear your kid moving around in their bed and yall run to yalls room to not get caught, just a silly fanfic really! 😊

Christmas Shenanigans

Ellie williams x fem reader!

A/n: yes my anon ! At your service ! I don't particularly like this but I hope you guys do :)

My masterlist!

Warnings: none, just pure fluffyness, maybe some language but not much, just slightly flirtatious Ellie.

The warmth from the fireplace is one of the things keeping you happy and content. You were currently sipping some hot cocoa, sitting on the couch as Ellie approaches you. "She's finally out, we can start whenever." It was currently Christmas eve and Ellie had just put your daughter down for bed. "Little mites incredibly excited." She says with a smile etched onto her face, plopping down on the couch, next to you. You smile also leaning into her touch. "When should we get the presents out here?" You look over at the tree, you guys were waiting for Autumn to fall asleep. "We could do it now, speedily." You nod, going to get up. "What time are we going to see Joel in the morning?" You inquire. She also gets up. "Well we would probably be there at around mid day, he's putting on a lunch for the fam."

She goes to your guys room which was thankfully on the other end of your daughter's bedroom. You follow after her. "Sounds like a plan." You go into the closet getting the already wrapped presents. You grab a few and so does Ellie. Quietly making your way down. "This kid is spoiled." You laugh out. "Dont talk like thatt. Only the best for my little princess." You laugh at her. "What am I then? Chopped liver." She let's out her own laugh. "Dont worry, you'll get the best present later on in the evening." She winks at you, and you just roll your eyes. Always gotta be joking about something.

You had finished not too long ago the room was dark as you were ready to go up, but you suddenly hear the floorboards in your daughters room creak. You and Ellie both look at one another, quietly but at a fast pace, going into your guys shared bedroom. Ellie plops on the bed with you hugging your form and smiling like crazy. "Well Mrs claws I think thats a job well done." Ellie says with a small smirk. "Oh, so you're Santa?" She nods, proudly. "Why ofcourse, and you're my little hoe." That cocky grin on her face says it all. "You're trouble williams." You push her off getting onto your side of the bed. "Uh uh, that's Santa. To you." She smirks going to her side of the bed. "Night you." She smiles. "Night my lil helper."

"Mama, mommy!" You've been awoken. Watching as Ellie fully awakens. "Hey lil munchkin." She helps Autumn up onto the bed. "Its Christmas!" She beams with excitement. "I know! I think someone's paid you a lil visit down stairs. Why don't you go check it out and me and mommy will be down soon yeah?" She nods her lil head, letting Ellie set her down. You then roll over to look at her. "Merry Christmas baby." She leans down to kiss you when you reply. "Merry Christmas Els." You smile at her. "Better get up huh." You say, beginning to sit up. "Yes, or else the little monkey will bother us more." You laugh gently. "But she is very adorable."

Ellie nods heading down there with you. "When are we seeing grandpa, mama?" She looks up at Ellie. "Soon, but first! Let's open some presents." "Yeahhhh." Your daughter jumps with excitement. You go into the kitchen to prepare some hot cocoa for the three of you, bringing it out once you're done. "Thank you mommy." Autumn smiles at you. "That's alright love. Right let's get to opening presents."

You all had a fun filled morning opening presents, spending time with one another. You arrived at Joel's not too long ago. "Grandpa!" Your daughter squeals going to hug him. He picks her up. "Hiya kiddo!" He smiles, hugging back. He smiles at you and Ellie. "She wake ya up early?" You laugh at how he just knew. "Did she what." He looks at her gently setting her down but going to bend down to her level. "I got you a lil somethin princess." He smiles at her gently poking her tummy. She giggles. "Yayyy." You shake your head with a big smile. "Aren't you lucky!" She nods. "Thanks grandpa!" He stands back up going upstairs.

"Good manners." Ellie smiles at the small girl. Joel soon after comes back down with a pretty pink wrapped box. "Here you are." He hands it to her, her face lit up as she opens it. It was a cute little t-shirt saying 'grandad's girl' It was adorable and it was obvious she loved it. "Can I put it on now?" She smiles wide. "Can't say no to that." He then smiles. She goes into the bathroom to do so, coming down. "Tadaaa." She twirls. "That shirt is very true." He winks at her as she giggles. "Actually she's mama's princess." Ellie punches Joel's arm lightly. "I think I've won her heart more." He ruffles Ellies hair, walking away. "I'm her parent!" She huffs, you rub her arm. "You're crazy." She laughs putting her arm around your shoulder. "Yeah but you love me." "That i do."

[useless-catalanfacts]

Florenci Pla Meseguer "La Pastora", intersex antifascist hero

One of the most famous maquis (guerrilla fighters against Franco's dictatorship) is Florenci Pla Maseguer.

(thank you @neonbutchery for the suggestion)

He was born in a farmhouse in Vallibona, in the rural mountains in north of the Valencian Country, in 1917. His body did not fit the categories of either male nor female, so his family were left with the choice of what sex to register him as. His parents decided to register him as female so that he could avoid the mandatory military service.

He grew up in the farmhouse being a shepherd, and never went to school as was usual at the time for the rural working class. When he reached puberty, he developed male secondary sex characteristics.

When the fascists did a coup d'état in 1936, sparking the Spanish Civil War, he wanted offered himself as a volunteer to fight in the republican (=antifascist) army, and he thought that this way he would get officially registered as a man, but couldn't.

He kept dressing as a woman until he was 30 years old, but always felt a man. In his words (originally in Catalan in this interview in El Temps from 1988):

Interviewer: What did you think of your sexual condition? Did it cause you any worries?

Florenci: Problems...? Mainly because of the beard. They said I was half man and half woman, but I never felt a woman. I still remember the first time I dreamed I had an affair with a woman, when I was 13 (...)

I: Have you always felt a man?

F: Always, and I have always liked men's jobs and being registered as a man. In fact, when I walked the flock I carried a sarró [=a kind of bag], like men, and not a basket like women.

He kept wearing women's clothes until he was 30, when he joined the maquis. By then, it was 1947; the fascists had won the war in 1939 and, as a result, Spain and its occupied territories were ruled by Franco's fascist dictatorship, which persecuted the political dissidence, the national minorities (such as Catalans-Valencians) and their languages, and everyone who didn't fit the strict normative and nationalcatholic morale, prominently LGBTQI+ people and women who didn't limit themselves to the roles that the patriarchal society considered fit. The maquis were the armed resistance.

I: How did you change the flock for the maquis?

F: Since I lived in the mountains, I had sometimes talked to them. On a snowy night, three maquis took refuge in a house that was only inhabited in summer -El Cabanil- but one of them ran away -one who was from Morella- and everywhere he went, he spread the word, he snitched it. And the Civil Guard [=the regime's military police] followed their clue until they found them and burned the house down, because they were resisting. The next morning, they arrested El Cabanil's owner and I got nervous because I worked for him, and I decided to escape out of fear of being killed.

I: Was it because of the fear of reprisals or for the humiliations to which the Civil Guard put you through?

F: Yes, that determined it, too. That was on the morning of the same day they burned down El Cabanil, and it was "teniente Mangas" [="lieutenant" Mangas, which he says in Spanish], six guards and two militiamen, one from Torremiró and the other one from Herbesset.

I: And what did they do to you exactly?

F: They were curious to know how could a shepherd girl be half man and half woman. I had sold thrushes to the militiamen, and they told the Civil Guard about my anomaly. Teniente Mangas ignored all rules and made me take off my clothes, until their curiosity was fulfilled. And when they were done, they said "bueno, a hacer bondad" ["well, behave" in Spanish, as a way to say goodbye]. And I felt so much rage, so much helplessness. (...) I joined [the guerrilla] and I dressed as a man. There, I was a man like any other.

From then on, he lived as a man and named himself Florenci, though he was known with other nicknames like "Durruti" (after the famous anarchist leader) and, most famously "La Pastora" (the shepherd).

He ended up living in Andorra, but a journalist for the Spanish tabloid El Caso published about him, attributing to him the crimes committed by other maquis, even ones that he had never met. For this reason, La Pastora became famous in all of Spain and the police intensified the search. The Andorran police turned him in to the Spanish police in 1960, accusing him of robbery, banditry and terrorism. He was judged twice for the same crimes: a tribunal sentenced him to 40 years of prison and the other one sentenced him to death and later changed it to 30 years of prison.

He spent 17 years in prison. First, in a women's prison where the women (and him) had to wear very tight miniskirts. He was later moved to a men's jail, where the case was further investigated. The detective saw that there was no proof and that the story didn't match up, so it was impossible that Florenci had committed these crimes. He was freed with a pardon in 1977 and the detective officially registered him as a man.

Despite the slander published by the press, when he came back to his hometown Vallibona, everyone came down to the village from their farmhouses to greet him. He died in 2004, at 86 years old.

Nowadays, Florenci "La Pastora" is by far one of the most famous maquis, if not the single most famous one. He is talked about in songs, books and documentaries, and has become an icon of the antifascist resistance.

[artiststarme]

Steve’s No Good, Very Bad Day

This is something a little different from what I usually do so I hope you guys like it! Please leave your thoughts and title ideas in the comments!

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Steve was just wrapping up at work one day, getting ready to run some errands when the kids stampeded through the door. He hardly even had time to sigh before Dustin was trying to negotiate for him to give them a ride to the community pool. 

“Steve, it’s eighty four degrees outside right now and the community pool is a mile away. If we bike there in these conditions, we could get heat stroke and die. What kind of friend would you be if you let us die when you could’ve prevented it? Since we all know you’re my best friend, you should give us a ride.”

“Dude, no. I have errands to run and I’m really not in the mood to babysit,” Steve said, shaking his head. He had better things to do than drive them around town all day. Like buying himself groceries and toilet paper, interesting stuff. 

“Please, Steve? We’re counting on you! Just give us a ride and we’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend!” Lucas bartered. 

“I’m hosting DnD at my house tomorrow,” Steve said, completely deadpan. 

“And we’ll leave you alone until then!” Dustin jumped in. “Please?”

“Son of a bitch, fine! Go wait by my car. Jesus Christ, you’re truly annoying. You know that, right?”

“Thanks Steve!” Dustin called and ran to wait by his car. 

Steve just sighed and shook his head. He didn’t sign up for this. He loves those kids but goddamn, he just wanted one day to himself after working customer service and faking smiles all morning. Nevertheless, he climbed into his car and cranked the AC before heading towards the pool. 

“So where’s Will, Max, and El? Are you guys hanging out with them today too?”

“Of course we are,” Dustin answered snootily. “They’re our friends.”

“They’re meeting us at the pool,” Lucas added. 

“Well, thank you Lucas for answering my question,” he turned to look at Dustin in the passenger seat. “You need to lose the ‘tude, Henderson. I’m doing you shitheads a favor. Tone it down.”

“Sorry,” Dustin muttered. 

They traveled the rest of the way in silence with only the soft tones of Simon and Garfunkel playing softly through the radio. When they turned into the pool’s parking lot, something felt off. Steve couldn’t put his finger on it. Nothing looked out of the blue but something was wrong, he was certain. 

“Stay in the car, I’ll be right back.” He opened his door and Henderson opened his as well. “Dustin, please. Just stay in the car for a minute.”

“Wha- but…”

“Dustin!” He gave him a confused look but shut the door regardless. 

Steve saw Max, Will, and El rounding the corner and ran up to them. They looked fine too but something still felt off. His stomach was twisting in warning and he didn’t know why. 

“Hey guys-”

“Steve? I didn’t know you’d be coming. We could’ve used the ride,” Max snarked.

“Listen, something feels off. Get in my car,” Steve told them. His heart started beating faster and he could feel sweat dripping on his forehead. His adrenaline was going crazy and he didn’t know why. 

“Steve, there isn’t enough room. We won’t fit-” Will tried to explain but he was cut off by the sound of gunfire. El threw up her hands to telekinetically redirect the bullets and Steve tackled Max and El to the ground. 

He lightly smacked his head on the cement but he picked himself up soon enough. When he looked around the parking lot, there were dozens of government agents facing El with their guns drawn. 

“Eleven. We are with a secret department of the United States government. If you come with us peacefully, we’ll let your friends live.” As the woman in charge was talking, Steve noticed a man standing behind El raise his gun to her head. 

“El!” He jumped up from the ground the pushed her away from the path of the gun as it fired. He felt a sharp, searing pain in his shoulder and then he was back on the ground. 

“Steve!” She looked over at him but he just shook his head with his teeth clenched. 

“Kill them!” He felt bad about ordering a kid to kill the fifteen agents, not for them but for her. She didn’t deserve to carry their deaths on her conscience. But as he saw all of their necks snap in unison, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. 

All of the kids surrounded him worriedly. The boys looked slightly nauseous while Max and El were looking at his shoulder in concern.

“Steve? Are you okay, buddy? I’m pretty sure you got shot.” Dustin told him gently, just as he had in Billy’s Camaro all those years ago. 

“El… you okay?” Steve asked her quietly. It was getting harder for him to speak. It felt like there was a fog over him that was pulling him under.

“Of course I am okay, Steve. You were the one that was shot,” she told him matter-of-factly. 

“Hmm, yeah makes sense. Fucking... figures,” and then he lost consciousness. 

~*~*~*~

When he woke up, it was to a bland hospital room. His head ached, his shoulder throbbed, and his throat was dry. As annoyed as he was with the situation, Steve was glad that he had been there for the kids. Who knew what would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten there when he did. Would El have that man’s bullet in her head? Would Max and Will be dead due to a slew of bullets? He’s glad he would never have to find out. 

He was so lost in his thoughts of what could have happened that he didn’t notice Hopper stepping in until he spoke. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Hopper hissed angrily. 

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in confusion. It almost seemed like Hopper was mad at him but he was pretty positive that he had no reason to be. 

“Why the hell were you taking the kids to the pool? You know that people are after her and you just took her out into the open? How could you do something so stupid?!”

Steve’s entire body flinched at his comment. “Hop, the kids were going anyway. The only reason I was there was to give Dustin, Lucas, and Mike a ride. The other kids were meeting them there. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re the adult, Harrington! You should’ve told them no and then none of us would be in this situation!” 

“Hop, I’m sorry. Next time I’ll be more careful. I know it must’ve been scary to see your kids like that…”

“You’re not my son!” He screamed at him in fury.

Steve’s blood turned cold. “Wh-what?”

“El is my daughter and your actions almost got her killed! And you put all the other kids in danger too. I don’t know if Joyce and I can forgive you for this, Harrington.”

Hopper shook his head derisively one last time and stalked out of the hospital room. Steve just laid there in shock. He didn’t know why Hopper was so mad at him or why he decided that Steve wasn’t worth any effort anymore. He didn’t know why he always pushed away his parental figures but this was three people now that he managed to disappoint so it had to be an issue with him. All he could do was close his eyes and cry at the unfairness of it all.

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Between visits from Eddie and Robin, Steve was alone. The kids were banned from seeing him due to what Hopper had coined ‘reckless endangerment’ and it wasn’t like he had anyone else interested in visiting him. So it was a surprise when a chastened Hopper entered his room. 

“Hey kid, how are you doing?” He asked him softly. 

Steve just stared at him. He wasn’t sure where he and Hop stood after he screamed at him just a few days prior. 

“Look Steve, I want to apologize. I uh, I didn’t have all of the information and I blamed you when it wasn’t your fault. I know now that you were there to protect the kids and you did a great job other than getting shot and getting another concussion. I’m sorry.”

“I meant Will. When I said you were worried about your kids. I meant Will and El. I know you don’t consider me your son, why would you? Literally no one wants to be my parent so I get it-”

“Steve, I do consider you my kid. I shouldn’t have said that and I only did out of anger. You didn’t deserve that and I’ll make it up to you. You’re going to move into the house with us until you get better,” he promised him. 

Steve just shook his head though, “don’t worry about it. Eddie is going to stay at my house until I can use my arm. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Harrington, I don’t care if I have to kidnap your sorry ass. You’re staying with me, Joyce, and the kids until you’re better.”

“This is part of your apology, threats of kidnapping? What the fuck, Hop?” Steve exclaimed, absolutely perplexed. 

“Yeah, did it work?”

Steve huffed, “get me some orange Jello and I’ll consider it.”

They had a ways to go until they were back to where they were but they’d get there. Steve would forgive him in time and Hopper would forgive himself eventually too.

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[edytae]

Chapter 1: Needy Love (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

“I am promised to you, Taehyung.” Your engagement ring shined as you took off your earrings and undone your hair.

“You are…” Taehyung hugged you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist. “My promised girl…”

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader   

summary: You and your fiancé Kim Taehyung had to stay in a hotel room because of the pouring rain, giving you the best chance to show your neediness. 

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: period fic (bad attempt), Taehyung tries to be gentleman and he cares about virginity and stuff, Y/N is needy as hell but she is clueless, some clit action, there is no penetration, attempt to handjob or smth like that, it is not that spicy but they are needy whores.

word count: 13K

Chapter 1:  Needy Love

Chapter 2: Tae-time

A/N1:  It is the week before finals so that means I have to write a smut!! Please don’t mind spelling and grammar errors.

A/N2:  If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway , i am mad, you’re mine, take a break, concert rush and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

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 “I leave the keys on- here.” After placing your suitcase on the ground, the housekeeper left the keys on the bedside table and looked at Taehyung for approval. 

Taehyung was standing tall in front of you, “Thank you.” 

“We have running hot water in the bathroom. If you like, I can bring more wood for the fireplace, sir.” The man continued, his white beard and chubby cheeks welcomingly smiling. Taehyung shook his head no. The only thing he wanted was to be alone with you. 

“Of course, sir.” The man bowed to him and walked to the door. “Our dinner service starts at 7 pm and lasts until the first lights of the morning. We would love to see you in our weekly recitals tonight. Our pianist is the best, travelling from Petrograd.” The housekeeper finally left the room after completing his job and announcement. 

As soon as the man left the room, you let out a long puff. Taehyung followed the man and locked the door, putting the safety handle on. “I am actually soaked,” You complained, trying to take your brown coat off that weighed double as it was completely wet. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but find you adorable. “Let me help you, my darling.” He said, hands finding your shoulders. When his large palms touched your skin, you felt electricity strike through your muscles.

Taehyung smiled at your reaction and helped you remove your undercoat as well. The two thick layers of clothing were gone, but now you felt freezing cold. As soon as Taehyung pulled the right arm off, you ran to the burning fireplace.

“I don’t think I've felt this cold since I was in Moscow.” You groaned at the feeling of warmth coming from the burning woods. 

“I am sorry, darling, I didn’t know it would rain this terribly. If not, I would have postponed our train.” Taehyung followed you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out another pleased grunt, “No, I loved our little adventure.” You touched his hands clutching your stomach. It was beyond wonderful running in the rain with his large hand holding yours.  “You should remove your coat as well, Taetae.” You turned your face to him and palmed his large shoulders— just because you could. Taehyung didn’t want to wet your blouse any further, so he got rid of his long coat in one single motion and returned to your touch quickly after. 

You hugged his chest, stealing more warmth from him. He engulfed you in his embrace, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. You felt secure in his large arms. He silenced the world with his heartbeat and sweet musky smell.

“It is the classic London weather, right?” You rubbed your face to his chest. “Yes,” He giggled, chest vibrating under your ear. 

“Yet it is very concerning. Ships might not leave ports for a few days.” He caressed your back gently as he spoke. 

Your untimely visit to England had a very joyful purpose despite the gloomy weather. Taehyung’s eldest cousin’s wedding cheerful contrast all problems. 

Taehyung’s mother informed you and Taehyung after Youngsun’s engagement was announced that you two would attend in their name. You were expecting a big family trip, just like you were a kid, but the fact that she was a widow remarrying was enough to hurry the wedding with little guests. After hearing your families’ remark, you took it upon yourself to make sure Youngsun had at least one cheering friend. That’s how you and Taehyung travelled to England at the end of October. Two of you had spent the last two months travelling together as an engaged couple, and it had been wonderful. 

“We could stay here for a bit, don’t you think, fiancée?” He said while swaying your body to the sides. “We couldn’t spend a lot of time together lately and I would love to take my fiancée to the best restaurants in central London.” 

“I would love to visit Hyde Park too. I wonder how it has changed since last I came here.” You pouted, there was no way you could with this rain.

“Sure, my love.” Taehyung kissed your slightly cold cheeks. “But first we have to go to a shop. I know a very good hat maker here.” He caressed your chin as you looked at him in excitement. 

“We have a deal then.” You tried to shake his hand as he playfully dodged it. “Shake your hand on it, Tae!” You whined.

“Promise to shop and have dinner. Not to visit Hyde Park.” He loved annoying you, oh, so dearly. “We can come here before the next Regatta, okay? Then you can run in the muddy grass all you want.” He kissed your eyelids while you let him hold your face.

“We won’t have time next spring.” You mumbled excitedly. Taehyung playfully gasped, “Oh, right. We will be busy with wedding preparations.” He kissed your grinning face. “Then, we can come here on our honeymoon. What do you say?” His tone was going deeper and deeper. You couldn’t help your lady bits get excited about the word honeymoon. 

“But we won’t have the energy to leave our room.” Taehyung kissed your earlobe. A shiver ran down your spine. His lips kissed the side of your neck as your breathing sped up. 

Taehyung’s nose hit the ends of your hair. They were damp with rain. “Do you want to have a bath, fiancée?” He whispered into your ear in his low voice. His intentions were not entirely dirty. He simply wanted you to relax since it was his fault that the two of you were caught in the rain. You shivered when his lips touched your cold ears. A scorching hot bath would be awesome right now. 

“Are you going to keep me company?” You kissed his chin while smiling largely. Taehyung bit down his lip, of course, you had to make his sexual request very sexual.

“You know, I have been a good girl for you,” You shamelessly confessed. In the last weeks, Taehyung was busy taming you and himself.  

He giggled, how could you be this adorable and sexy at the same time? 

“Please Taehyungie, I am craving you…” Your core was lightened the first time Taehyung touched you, but now that he mentioned a bath, you were on fire.

Taehyung kissed your forehead and slightly squeezed your body in his arms. 

This was his biggest struggle too. Maybe, it was a price to pay as he found his soulmate. Even though both of you are engaged now, Taehyung still didn’t have you truly despite your very tempting efforts. 

He craved you— more than you craved him— but he was too afraid of scaring you, hurting you, getting you pregnant… He knew what your parents expected from him. They knew Taehyung’s sloppy past with a couple of women. If Taehyung were to act like before, it would be the last time he sees you.

But that didn’t mean he make you stay hopeless. He indulged your fantasies from time to time and allowed you to release your sexual frustration. Also, it was great training for Taehyung as he lasted two minutes at most.

“You know-” You stopped his repetitive excuses with a scoff and changed the subject. It was starting to feel humiliating as you craved him insanely.

“I don’t think I have the energy left for a bath, but I should definitely change my clothes- ugh and my shoes too.” You grimaced and released his body.

Taehyung fell over you slightly, “You should, baby, let me help you get your shoes off.” He said, getting on one knee. 

Your breath hitched when Taehyung lowered himself and caressed your legs over your long skirt. Then, he carefully bent one of your knees and placed your feet on his knee and opened the laces. He worked as if you were a precious piece of diamond. 

"Thank you, Taetae." You shyly said as he got rid of your soaked shoes and placed them in front of the fireplace. Then, he sat on the armchair, watching you open your suitcase. 

You pulled out a new outfit for yourself, this time a one-piece navy dress with sleek shoulders. After pulling many white pieces of cotton, which were your undergarments, you drew the curtains of the room.

 Taehyung didn’t understand what you were going to do until you unbuttoned your blouse. You were undressing in front of him as if it was a casual thing. Taehyung had seen you half-naked before, he was blessed to catch glimpses of your skin. However, he had never seen you undress. You always had plenty of maids around you and he wasn’t really allowed into your room in your aunt’s house. 

But here you were, taking off your white blouse in front of him while standing in front of a mirror. As your white lace blouse was carefully placed over one of the empty hangers, your arms and necks were bare. Taehyung’s dick wished to be bare as your arms. 

While Taehyung placed his arms over his crotch to disguise his growing crotch, you were busy taking off your gored skirt. Its hemline was ruined by dirt. 

Under your skirt, you had a petticoat. You remembered your aunt’s maid pulling on it harshly as she said your waist will appear very thin, mademoiselle. But now you were struggling to pull the strings free. Only if you didn’t cut your nails recently, you would be able to do it. As your arms become sore from stretching back, you took a step closer and turned your back to the mirror to have a better view. 

Taehyung stared at your small and defined figure for so long that he didn’t think about helping you. He drooled over your body until you asked him for help. “For the love of God, let me out of this petticoat.” You groaned, a layer of sweat already on your skin. Taehyung got up by holding onto his knees. It would be so embarrassing if you noticed his erection. He felt guilty about popping an erection while you were being so domestic and natural around him.

Taehyung's hands found the two elastic strings. “It is too tight, darling.” He shared his observations quietly, but you shivered at the words. Would he say that while you two… have sex? Would you be tight for him? Taehyung swallowed thickly, realising what he said. 

Up close your skin was even smoother. It took everything in Taehyung not to ogle. “I can’t believe women are forced to wear such restricted garments,” he said, desperately wanting to touch your skin, but he took steps back, hoping his erection would go down quickly.

You nodded, “Could you help me with my corset too?” You asked while taking off your petticoat. Taehyung had already started diverting his eyes while his hands stuffed into his pockets. 

“Oh- It’s okay, I’ll call the-um…” You felt your neck burn with embarrassment as he avoided touching you, and you were thinking it would be okay to change clothes in front of him. The hotel’s owner's wife had offered a helper lady, but you denied it without giving it a thought. Now, you wouldn’t be able to ask for room service as you were already undressed.

“Could you ask one-” Your voice sounded weak. A sudden dry throat didn’t allow you to speak. You clutched at your chest, trying to cover yourself as Taehyung turned his head to the side. Why didn’t he look at you? Were you not pretty or flattered in your undergarments?

Taehyung could easily pick up the sad tone in your voice. “I can help you further if- if you don’t mind, my darling.” 

Even though the words came from his heart, from his sole desire to take care of you, they didn’t sound sincere to you. You worried that he thought you were using him.

“The housekeepers must be very busy. This place is overbooked…” Taehyung took a step closer to you, his eyes laid on the silky corset cover and the corset itself, tightly secured on your body.

“Taehyung-” You took a deep breath and folded your arms under your breasts. Then, Taehyung looked you in the eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything just because I want to. I don’t want to force things on you. That- that would make me a very bad person.” You grew angry when he averted his eyes again.

“Darling, that is not my intention.” He took another step closer to you, but this time you turned your back to him as his words rang in your ears. Your hands returned to your back to find the knot in the middle. There were four strings knotted cross two times. As you didn’t see which side to start, you mindlessly pulled on one of the ends. Thankfully, the corset became a bit looser to give you enough space to move in. You drew your hands to the front to hook off the corset from the front side. You tried to pull your stomach and chest in to give yourself ease but still, the knots in the back were too tight. 

You scoffed, your own corsets—the ones you used as a nurse never had these problems. You could take them off in a breeze as they were knotted on the front and less complicated. However, your mother had discarded them saying you were no longer part of the working class. You were an aristocratic daughter trapped in her stupid corset.

Taehyung didn’t want you to struggle and he replaced your hands with his. “I am sorry, my love. Please allow me.” His breath hit your neck and as an unashamed girl, you felt aroused in seconds. 

As he loosened the strings in the middle, you let out a deep breath. Finally, the tightness on your chest was gone as you took off your strict undergarment.

“We can eat dinner in our room if you like.” Taehyung patted your sides. It worried him how you seemed yellow all of a sudden. Was it because of your tight corset? 

You shook your head no, “I don’t min-d.” Taehyung furrowed his brows at how shaky your voice was. Your nose was red as well as your whole bare neck.

“Darling?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You whimpered; Taehyung buried his nose into your bare neck. “I always want to touch you; you must know that. Please don’t feel ashamed. I always want to feel your flesh on mine all the time. But you must also know how you affect me…” He said, eliciting a scoff from you. Your effect on him? Does he mean his pure aversion?

“Do you know how frustrating it is to keep getting denied?” You asked with a pout. Taehyung opened his eyes while his face was still buried in your neck. He could see the swell of your breasts very easily, so he immediately shut his eyes back. 

“Do you know how frustrating it is to walk around like… this?” Taehyung pressed your lower back to his crotch. You immediately felt his erection, positioned against his abdomen. You squeaked.

“You make me insane, Y/N.” He caressed your back. “And you have the audacity to sulk at your future husband. Must I stay on my knees every single moment to prove my love to you?” Taehyung bit down your neck, and you shivered. 

“It is not my fault that I desire you uncontrollably, Taehyung.” You continued pouting. Taehyung ran his thumb on your bottom lip and groaned at your confession. 

“Oh my sweet, baby,” he murmured while looking at your red cheeks. He couldn’t understand a young woman’s endless needy burn. “Don’t baby me,” You pushed his hand with a pout. Why didn't he see you as a desirable woman? 

Taehyung looked at you in shock when you pushed him, “My darling, your desires are reciprocated. I feel the same desire, if not more…” He pulled you in again, laying your forehead on his lips. He pressed a few innocent kisses, “It would be such a crime if I didn’t yearn you, my gorgeous love. But you must understand why I refrain-” His low and steady voice didn’t ease you.

“But you enjoyed your time with other ladies without refraining yourself. Am I not simply enough for you or not as important as them?” Oh, there was the deep jealousy you harboured for every woman he ever laid his eyes on. “Maybe I should have spent my endless night in the arms of many men, and then you could maybe understand how I feel.”

Taehyung hissed with a bad taste in his mouth, “No woman in this world is comparable to you. Your worth in my heart is never a subject to question. There is only you now and forever.” 

You shrugged, no matter how much he said he was loyal to you, you couldn’t extinguish your flaming jealousy. “I-” You held yourself from arguing any further. One said that wife’s endless bickering caused the man’s life. 

“I simply crave you endlessly, and I-I wish we could be more- physical like you were with other women in your life.” Taehyung’s arms sank. 

“But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want, Taehyung. I understand.” You pressed a simple innocent kiss to his hand on your face and kindly returned to your clothes on the chair.

Taehyung gulped, his erection further throbbed. “It is not that I don’t want you, my love. I am afraid that I will hurt you, or that I will cause a big fiasco and damage your honour.” He explained calmly. “I want your soul and I want your body. I want you more than anything.” 

“I am promised to you, Taehyung.” Your engagement ring shined as you took off your earrings and undone your hair.

“You are…” Taehyung hugged you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist. “My promised girl…” He kissed your hair. He looked at you through the mirror ahead of you two. 

“Gosh, how sexy you are…” Taehyung’s hand shook as he carefully caressed your stomach and he kept kissing your neck.

You smiled at him sweetly and continued to brush your hair in the small space he gave you. 

“Your smell is truly exciting, baby. It is such a sweet drug, it heals me.” His hand held the hair brushed sweetly and smelt it. “My love,” His eyes were closed, otherwise you could see them roll back. 

“You should change into your clothes too, Taehyung.” You knew giving him a cold shoulder wasn’t the most mature thing you could do. But it hurt you endlessly to see him so unaffected. 

Taehyung understood your thoughts from your voice and pressed a final kiss to your neck, “I love you, Y/N.” His voice was not loud but very clear.

You smiled at him back, and rubbed his hand on your stomach, “I love you too, Taehyungie.” Despite your momentary annoyance, your love for him was undeniable. 

Taehyung let out a long, relaxed breath. He might have cried if you didn’t say I love you back. He reluctantly released your body from his arm, you shivered at the cold air after his body left.

Taehyung returned to the suitcase, his clothes were mixed with yours. He tried to pull some decent clothing. He picked up his dark brown velvet suit and returned to the mirror. 

He was going to undress in front of him as you did. However, you avoided Taehyung’s eyes. You walked to the single chair in front of the fireplace, Taehyung only saw your side profile.

Your reasoning was quite simple. You didn’t want to provoke yourself any further. Taehyung knew that, but he wanted more, just like you.  “You can’t look at me too, darling?” Despite his understanding, Taehyung was slightly offended. 

“I just feel very cold, my love.” Your extra sweet voice tried to cover your bitter mind as the fireplace warmed your rigid muscles.

Taehyung wasn’t a quitter, he walked around the chair and stood in front of you. You dropped your head back to look at his large figure. His large hands caressed your face, dragging your bottom lip down. 

“Don’t sulk at me.” His voice was stern but hinted a glimpse of playfulness. You dropped your tongue out and pressed against his thumb to provoke him.

“You little coquette,” He inserted his pointer finger into your mouth instead. He watched you as you glided his long digit slowly between your wet lips.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asked sternly again as he pushed his finger against your rhythm. Your mouth pushed him immediately as a reflex. 

“Is this why you are being so naughty?” He leaned in and whispered into your ear. 

“It is not my fault if my fiancé can’t meet my needs.” You challenged while drooling into his hand. Taehyung’s eyes fluttered, the lengths you would go to make him lose his mind was impossible. 

“Do you think I can’t meet your needs? Huh? Let’s see,” He mumbled, sliding your sleeves off your shoulders. Your soft breasts were welcomed by the warm air coming from the fireplace. 

Taehyung hissed at the sight of them, sitting there pretty, juicy… You watched his expression very closely. The side of his mouth pulled to the sides, normally he would bite down his lips to conceal his hungry expression, but he didn’t do that now. He let his hunger read by your eyes.

“You think I can’t meet your needs?” He asked as lowered his hands to his sides, his low voice never sounded this drenched with sexual frustration. 

You pushed your chest out instinctively to make him touch them. “Maybe…” you mumbled a lie. 

“Get up, my love.” He ordered, voice far from cold. You followed excitedly. Taehyung’s eyes gazed at your knobby nipples. He wanted to wrap his mouth around them now… 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked when you were raised up to your feet. His gentleman side made you smirk, for a second you had thought he was gonna be rough with you. 

“Yes.” You answered with a pout, only his unbuttoned shirt at your eye level.

“Look me in the eyes.” You heard Taehyung gulp. When your eyes met his, you saw not an angry or frustrated man- you saw a man in love. 

“Taehyung…” You sighed his name under his caring caramel eyes, leaning towards his body. You sighed again when your bare chest touched his almost naked one. 

His hand held your chin delicately, “My love…” He sighed back while his eyes danced around your face. He looked at you as if he was seeing his own God. 

“My love.” You nuzzled into his hand. It was when Taehyung aimed for your lips. 

This was not your first kiss. However, every single one of them made you lose your mind, your breath. His lean lips were mostly messy when he kissed you. Despite every bit of control Taehyung had, he became a desperate lover in disguise. But this time Taehyung’s kiss was calculated. He overwhelmed you with his tongue and pulled back right after.

Every time he pulled back, he pulled your body onto him. Your legs didn’t even try to support you as they cutely trembled every second you spent lips locked with your husband-to-be. His title made you grow hungrier. 

“Ahh,” You whined, clasping your hands more securely to his shoulders. Taehyung felt how you were trying to climb onto him. He bit your lip down, “Tae-” You gasped, immediately pulling back. However, Taehyung chased you immediately, sucking your lip, and invading your mouth with his large, thick tongue once again.

As you were comprehending his warm tongue in your mouth, his large hands wrapped around your thighs. And with a simple tug, Taehyung picked you up.

A scream let your mouth, he never had done that before. “Be quiet, baby.” He warned you as your stomach clenched at the anticipation. You hugged him tighter, “How could you- do- what?” You looked around in his arms, legs locked around his waist. Everything seemed different… a lot smaller.

Taehyung scoffed, “Pick you up? You weigh like a leaf, baby.” Taehyung’s hands held you on your asscheeks. He pulled you even higher, and for the first time he was reaching up to kiss you.

“Tae-h-yung..” You moaned the second and melted on his lips. As you sloppily kissed his lips, Taehyung carried you to the bed a few steps ahead. His thighs hit the bedside. He smirked with anticipation, “I am gonna show you how well I can meet your needs.” 

You looked him in the eyes just before he dropped you to bed. You immediately hold yourself on your elbows to watch him. Taehyung pulled off his button-up, making the little buttons rip apart. 

You gasped and watched him like his good girl. “Up, baby.” Taehyung got on the bed and pulled you over the pillows. “Let me kiss you everywhere, huh?” He said before diving into your neck. With his whole body weight on you, it felt like you could burst at any moment. 

Your lips said gibberish, “Taehyung, baby, baby…” He hummed every time you called his name.  He sucked along the vein on your neck, feeling your frantic heartbeat when he pressed your tongue on it.

“I own your pleasure just like I own you.” He whispered into your skin. You pulled his hair back, “Yes, yes, you own me, Ta-eh-yung.”

He smirked knowingly, “Say it again, my little slut.”

“You have me, Taehyung.” You gasped out, desperately trying to kiss his lips. “Hmm,” Taehyung’s attention was on somewhere else.

Your nipples were the next. He kissed around one of your nipples, chin grazing over it. Your soft nipples slowly got erected as Taehyung warmly breathed over your wet skin.

“S-so gg-od-d,” You writhed against the mattress and layers of bedding. Without a doubt, he licked a small stripe on your nipple.

A series of moans left your mouth after one single lick, and you pulled on his brown hair. “Do you like that, baby?” He asked you and gave you another small timid lick. This time, you let out a guttural moan. “You are so naughty. You do everything to get me angry and rail you like a whore. Is that what you want, huh? You want to be my whore?” Taehyung spitted the words with his deep low voice that melted your insides. His hips rutted against you. You nodded vigorously as he laughed.

“My baby, my lovely fiancée and my little whore…” He licked around your nipple slowly, eyes fixed on the brownish-pink knobby nipple. “My virgin whore… hmm?”

You squeaked, “Yes, yes, your whore, I am yours!” Taehyung faked a gasp at your words. “You have such a bad mouth-” Taehyung tried to discipline you, but you knew it better.

“Maybe you should stuff it with your dick, Taehyung?” Your smart mouth did you good when Taehyung buried his face into your chest again with a groan. He kissed and bit every bit of skin he could reach. “Dirty girl… What happened to my sweet innocent babygirl?”  Your warm smooth skin was enough to have Taehyung have uncountable fantasies. His cum on your skin sounded more than he could ever fantasize.  

“Taehyung, don’t mark- Oh my God….” You tried to resist his sinning mouth. 

“I will mark you the way I want. You are mine after all…” Taehyung brushed his nose along your jaw. 

“But my maids!” You insisted but turned your head to the side so his mouth could take advantage. 

“Then you shall not have maids, my love. After all, I am the only one who is responsible for you. I will dress you every morning.” He groaned into your ear, one of his legs was between your thighs and your hips were trying to hump him.

“Oh, are you needy, my love?” He asked as he pinned your hips to the bed. You moaned in frustration. “Are you rubbing your sweet juices onto me?” Taehyung always made you ride his thigh and dirty his clothes. Then, he touched himself with wet patches on his pants, imagining your sweet weight on him.

“See it for yourself…” You cried as his mouth kept sucking little roses to your breasts.

“Mhmm, my sweet love… Can I taste it for myself?” He rubbed his nose where he just sucked a pink bruise. 

You mewled an answer. Taehyung cooed, “Isn’t this what you wanted all month, Y/N? You teased me so brutally.” 

Taehyung watched you hiccup as his warm breath blew onto your knobby nipple. “Such a sexy woman I have. Absolutely ravishing.” He took your nipple in his mouth and groaned while sucking it in his warm mouth.

Your back arched into his mouth, your hands were pushing him on the shoulders when the sensation got too hot and pulling him back when you craved it. You thought the pleasure was unbearable. “Taetae,” You mewled. One of your hands brushed your hair out of your face. 

“Mhmm, fiancée…My whore…” Taehyung let you pull him off your chest. You heaved when he hovered over you. “What do you want, baby?” He asked. 

Your eyes blinked open, “I want you. I want you so much, Taehyung.” 

“Where do you want me, babygirl?” He raspily asked.

“Between my legs…” Your cheeks burnt like oak wood on a winter night. Taehyung laughed through his nose, “Tell me where, baby.” He kissed your earlobe. You couldn’t bring yourself to say where it is, and Taehyung knew that.

“Is it somewhere sinful, baby?” Taehyung loved playing into your innocence, the more he played into it, the needier you became. You nodded, suddenly the confident sexy persona of yours had melted into a puddle at Taehyung’s feet.

“Mhmm, I could have guessed since you…” He took a big breath in your neck, “you are still rubbing yourself to be like a little slut….” He kissed the top of your shoulders. 

“What are you, baby?” He asked, eyes expecting an answer. 

You choked out your answer, “I am yo- girlf-riend…” Taehyung immediately tsked, his lips brushed yours, hands caressed your shoulders as you whined. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are my slut, my fucking wife-to-be…” 

You gasped as his hand wrapped around your neck, “My pliant little fiancée, you are so good for me… sitting with my family prettily, being a good girl,  knitting for me too. Mhmm? You are going to be the best wife, right?” His veiny strong hand only looked like he was squeezing, however, he was gently holding your neck, feeling your throat gulp. 

“I am going to have a beautiful wife…” He looked at your teary eyes as you nodded vigorously. Taehyung groaned, you were his… He could have you the way he wanted. 

“Can you take my trousers off, princess?” He babied you with his head tilted to the side. You nodded eagerly, “Free me.” You patted his hand on your neck. Taehyung released you in a second and his hand went to your bare boobs. His large, long hand engulfed one of them easily and slightly squeezed it. Despite the heat pooling in your underwear, you followed his request. 

You had undressed him before, but excitement struck you nevertheless. Taehyung smirked at your excitement, “Can you do it, my love?” He rose to his knees, his free hand brushing your shaky ones.

“I have undressed many men, Taehyung.” You wanted to sound clever and refer to your job at the military hospital, but Taehyung looked displeased. 

“You are only to undress your husband from now on.” He looked at your eager hands at the top of his crotch.

Despite your said experience, you were shaking like a leaf with excitement. “But I have never undressed such a handsome man like you, fiancé.” Calling him by his title still made your insides tickle. 

Taehyung responded by only patting your hair, thankfully your precise hands sided with you and took care of the one button in a blink. Before you could take it off completely, Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your hair and pulled it back.

“Where is your manners, baby?” His low demanding voice made your pussy cream itself. You cried another whine out, “Please?” You asked with a timid voice.

Taehyung’s eyes closed when he brought his fingers to caress your lips. Your lips immediately fell open to greet his long slender digits. Taehyung bit inside of his cheeks, your mouth was so tempting, warm, wet. Your pretty tongue came out and licked his thumb. 

Taehyung hissed at the contact and memorized its texture immediately.  “More?” You asked right after you wrapped your lips around his thumb. This was your time to tease him more, make him unforgettably hard that he will suffer from that boner for years.

“Baby,” He needed to get on track otherwise you were going to make him orgasm. “Be a good girl and lay back…” Taehyung took his thumb out and held your chin. His low voice excited you, a playful hitch left your throat.

You laid back with him following you. His upper body pressed yours, his insanely warm skin pressing your cold one was enough to get your eyes rolling. “Mhmm, isn’t this nice, baby?” He asked you, eyes locked on your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck and brought his lips onto yours. 

He smiled when he hovered his lips over you, he could feel your heartbeat against his chest. “You want to kiss me again, darling?” He brushed your nose with yours.

You pulled his hair slightly, “Taehyung.” You tried to sound demanding but his insanely hot body on top of yours made it impossible. He didn’t wait too long and connected your lips together.

Oh, his sweet, velvety lips… He was the definition of smoothness, charm and oh, loveliness. Your heart poured out when he slowly started to kiss you. Despite his slightly hard and mocking tone earlier, he melted inside your mouth like hot chocolate.

“Such a good kisser.” Taehyung was loving the way you kissed him back, giving your everything back to him eagerly. You shivered at his compliment.

“Learned from the best.” Your breath hit Tae’s now wet lips. Taehyung chuckled and then buried his face into the crook of your neck. He took a big whiff, followed by a sensual groan as if he had his favourite meal for dinner.

“Taehyung…” you bucked your hips up to him. “I want to be good for you.” Taehyung’s eyes rolled back in his head, his lip tingled from your needy statement. 

“You do, kitten?” His voice was unclear, pressing wet suck onto your shoulder.

You were an absolute mess, no matter how much he kissed you before. “My love,” Taehyung sighed as he lost track. His hips subtly bucked up to yours, lowly mewling as your half-bare skin touched his trousers. 

“Please take off your trousers completely, baby” You begged him as his clothed member rubbed you. Oh, how big he was, only the swift touch was enough to remember how gifted Taehyung was. He was large enough to make you lose your breath and mind.

Taehyung let your hands find their way to his trousers, “Baby…” He growled when your finger brushed around his head. You circled the large meaty tip while whining.

Taehyung leaked as you touched him and ruined his underwear. You bit your lip at the sight of his aroused face. He rarely gave you this much time to touch him. You tried your luck by going down his shaft. 

Taehyung followed your fingers with a low growl, which made you retract your fingers. His animal-like whine was definitely out of the need for you. It did stroke your ego. “Hands off, love.”

After your hands pulled back, Taehyung brought his hands onto your clothed waist. Your chemise was pooling around your waist and covering your private areas from his eyes. That didn’t mean Taehyung didn’t feel the heat radiating from it. Your pretty cunt was burning against his thigh. Most probably it was messy with your juices. Taehyung’s hips bucked up to you at the thought, he licked his lips. 

“Baby,” he ran his hand from your waist along your sides. You held your breath in as he caressed the cotton fabric of your undergarment. 

He smoothly ran down, and both of you hitched when your bare skin touched his. Taehyung felt your smooth skin as you shivered at his numbing fingertips. Taehyung drew circles on your thighs and momentarily rubbed your knees to warm them up.

His touch was the opposite of soothing. Your heartbeat was beyond any normality, breathing hard as a stallion after a Sunday race.

“Let’s play a game, Y/N.” He cockily said. “Everywhere I touch with my fingers, I have to kiss too…” 

You only heard his hands gliding up to your thighs to your hips after that. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but he already had his hands between them. You let out a long, high moan. His hands were inches away from your heat. If you could buck up, his fingers would touch your heat.

So you did. “Tae!” It almost sounded like a cry. “Yes, baby” he answered sweetly as he ran his finger inside your thigh, collecting a taste while he perfectly managed to block your attempts. He mockingly laughed.

“I can already smell your taste, baby.” Taehyung licked his lips. You clenched your thighs even harder, locking his hand between them harder. 

Taehyung laughed lowly, signs of adoration were apparent. “Baby, spread your legs.”

His low voice made your thighs lock even harder, you bit your lip, ready to face the consequences. “I can’t…” You whined. Every muscle on your body was convulsing excitedly. 

Taehyung rubbed your hip with his free hand, “Why is that, baby? Don’t you want me to touch your…” He brought his lips right to your ear, “touch your little pussy? Make her so wet for me, cream for me, huh?” 

He didn’t need to do anything, you already started pushing out more warm juice. Taehyung was pleased with your reaction. “Even my words are enough to get you soaking, baby. Do you still think I can’t please you?” He rubbed the smallest circle against your pelvic bone. He could imagine your creamy juices rubbing up there, lips enclosing that beautiful pearl. 

“Spread…” Taehyung was ready to let his horny side take over him, that was what you wanted. “It is me, baby. Don’t be shy.” He pecked your lips. “I will pleasure you, my love, just like the way you were begging me…” 

You squeezed his hand even harder, you were being ridiculous. He was right, you were begging him to touch you all the time, and now don’t let him feel you.  “But Taehyung was a patient man…” you thought. And very handsome… Your real-life prince, your one true love, your soulmate… 

“Can you kiss me, my love?” You asked him in a small voice coated with arousal.

Taehyung groaned at the pet name, he would do everything as long as you called him my love. He connected your lips in a second, taking his sweet time despite the hard erection he had. 

This time Taehyung kissed you like he was hugging your lips with his. He was rubbing your waist with his free hand, his chest grazing over yours sweetly. To his surprise, your thighs were still quivering; but they were slightly open now, giving his hand space to move.

“Do you trust me, baby?” Taehyung backed off as you chased his lips. Your swollen lips were attached to his chin. “Yes, yes, I do, my love.” You answered with a breath. Your confidence and trust in him aroused Taehyung even more. You were so ready to give yourself to him. 

“Do you want me to guide you, darling?” His question confused you. Yes, he was supposed to guide you. What sort of a question was that?

Taehyung saw your confusion, “Do you want me to tell you what I am going to do or would you like to be surprised?” He explained further without messing up your mood. 

You nodded, “I want to be surprised… but, but-” Taehyung watched you speak eyes closed. “But I want you to talk to me.” 

If your eyes were open, you could see how much you made Taehyung gulp. “Do you want me to talk dirty to you?” Taehyung placed his forehead next to your ear. He could easily whisper into your ear like this. 

“Do you want me to say how much  I want to play with this pussy?” You anticipated the touch. Your hips were trying to chase his fingers but Taehyung’s firm body made you slightly immobile. 

“Yes, yes. Please, please..” You cried out in pleasure. Your hands were securely planted on his shoulders, trying to move his body on yours.

“Oh, I will tell you then. I will tell you how many times I imagined these lips would feel…” Taehyung touched your outer lips with a hiss. Just like he imagined they were drenched. Your reaction was similar, your body jolted up at the contact. 

“Ha-ah, did y-yo-u reall-yy?” You asked. His growl was enough of an answer. “You have no idea...” He shushed you with a wet kiss and continued his dirty ministrations. There were more than a few moments where he fucked his fist while imagining painting your sweet cunt with his seed.

Your back arched deeply at the next swipe, this time his thumb nestled between your soaking, warm lips. “Tae…hyung.” You breathed out to his face. His firm body was the only thing that was keeping you bound to the bed. 

Taehyung muttered some curses under his breath, “Taehyung…” You held the root of his hair as he started to move his fingers. His thumb found your clit very easily, “That’s the pretty pearl, huh?” 

You gasped, how could something so little could be this shaking? You quivered in sweet sensation. “It is magical, right?” He asked as he pressed the pad of his thumb. 

“Yeah… It feels.. mhm. Taehyung!” Taehyung watched your pleasure crumble. “You became such a needy girl. You want me to touch this little clit until it breaks, huh?” He kissed your pout as your teary eyes opened and found him. 

He was the definition of your pleasure. You couldn’t be mad if he broke your things. “Let me feel you, baby…” He murmured, Taehyung had more in mind than just rubbing your pleasure spot. 

“Let me feel these butterflies…” He closed his eyes and tried to imagine them as his pointer finger stroked your inner lips lightly. Your reaction was another high-pitched cry and endless tugs. Letting him have all the power was comforting at all times; but when he teased, Taehyung was infuriating. You almost wished he let you ride his thigh. 

“Ohh, they are so wet too, baby.” Taehyung followed them until very down, feeling your gaping core seriously drenched with your juices. “You are doing so good, baby. My good fiancée…” Your head was slightly turned to the side, lips bit down as pleasure coated your face with just a simple stroke from his finger. Taehyung kissed your cheek cutely as if he didn’t have his hand inside your underwear. “I can feel your little hole, baby.” Taehyung circled his pointer finger around the twitching hole, you mewled. 

“Taehyung, I will explode…” Your voice asked for mercy. If you could whine and mewl enough, maybe he would grant your wish and stuff himself into you. You would absolutely explode then. 

Taehyung felt your hole clenching harder as your thoughts went wilder. He immediately brought his thumb onto your clit again. He precisely pressed onto the spot while caressing your inner lips. “You are clenching so hard baby, relax pussy for me…” 

You scoffed, “I can’t help it…” He knew that.

“How do you plan to fit my cock in here, baby? You are so small. Feel, you can’t even take my one finger in…” Taehyung groaned, he knew that you could take his one finger at you if he slightly pushed. He was actually afraid if he could get it out by the way you are clenching.

“But that’s normal… My- mhmm, baby.” Taehyung felt a gush of your juice dripping out. Maybe he should have stopped circling your clit. 

You held Taehyung’s bicep, you could feel the muscles flexing as he rubbed your numb clit while caressing your inner lips. His fingers were intimidated by your clenching core, so he only slightly tried to push his one finger in. You dug your fingers into the meaty bicep when you felt him slowing down. Your guttural groan stopped him fully. 

“Taehyung!” You screamed. “Please, don’t stop, baby, please... Please, I am so crazy for you.” 

Your loose mouth made Taehyung go back to action with more vigour. That was it, he was going to make you cum now. 

“You are? You are so horny for me, huh?” He repeated your words as his hips started moving against your hips without him realising it. 

“Yes, love. So much. You are doing so g-good.” You wished you could do better in dirty talk. 

“Y/N…” He hid his face in your neck, your intoxicating smell could make him orgasm on its own. 

“Cum for me.” He ordered. “Cum all over your lover’s hand baby. I can’t wait to be drenched by you, ohh, be covered in your juices.” You nodded mindlessly while your hips worked back to his hand. 

“You would rather it was my big cock, right. You want it buried in your sweet cunt. You want me to co-rrupt you and g-ive you m-my babies.” Both of you moaned in unison. Your high came to you in bliss. Your thighs locked over Taehyung’s hand.

“Y/N…” He moaned seconds before your orgasm, but you couldn’t hear him from the intensity of your orgasm. You were sure that your breathing stopped at one point. 

Taehyung pressed your waist slowly to stop your back from arching, your one leg around his waist kicked straight as you hummed a sweet moan. “Good girl…” He praised you as you tried to calm down your shaking. “You are so pretty…” Your gaped mouth, closed eyes, bruised lips… They were too pretty. 

“Taetae…” You squeezed your thighs back. Taehyung kept caressing your skin. His mind was hazy from the smell of your orgasm. “You’ve done a good job, baby…” He praised you. 

Your light giggle filled his ears. “You did, too.” Taehyung left your little clit alone and dipped your fingers down in your lips. Just like he expected, you were absolutely wet. He moved his finger to hear the squelching sound. 

You groaned in embarrassment. Taehyung flicked his fingers even harder to make a louder sound. “This is how much this cunt loves me, mhmm? Just for me…”

You moaned, you could orgasm from this. Taehyung watched your face. You were concentrating on your orgasm again. He felt a sudden pride. “I can make you cum with just two of my finger tips.” 

You groaned, Taehyung joined you with a laugh “But I haven’t finished yet.” Your eyes opened largely at his words. He finally made eye contact with your glowing eyes.

“I said I will kiss everywhere I touch, right?” He licked his lips in anticipation. Your hands pushed him. Taehyung knew you didn’t actually want to push him off. 

“I want that too, yes…” You immediately proved him right. Your little horny body was too stimulated to take in Taehyung’s naughty words. “But… but I am so sensitive.” You didn’t mean to shiver. “What if I squeeze your head too?” You said it in a mockingly shy voice.

“My love, that would be my happiest place to be trapped in.” Taehyung’s eyes fluttered. His face got taken over by a faint smile. You touched the side of his mouth, his full cheeks. His smile largened quickly before pressing kisses to your fingertips. “If that’s your concern, I can help you do this.” He said after coming to his senses. You looked at him with a smile, excitingly waiting for his next move. 

“I won’t trap you, okay? Tell me if you don’t like it.” His extra warning made you extra excited. 

You kept peering up at him with a smile on your face. He studied your face, no sign of doubt was there.  “Let me, babygirl.” He whispered when his large hand grabbed both of your thighs strongly and pressed them apart. A high pitch squeak left your mouth.  Your knees were pushed to the sides with his iron grip. You tried to close your legs again but there was no chance. Your hips weakly bucked followed by a whine from your sweet mouth. You didn’t think he could command your position this easily. If your long chemise could allow, you would be fully spreaded and bare for him to see.

Meanwhile, Taehyung kept looking for signs of your discomfort, but you granted him a chuckle. “What is so funny, Miss?” He expected you to moan from you- not that he didn’t find your laughter amusing.

“I must be dreaming…” Your hands came on his large ones resting on your thighs. 

Taehyung bit his lip, “I am definitely not…” He murmured as he laid on you, this time spreading your legs ever so slightly with his knees. Your chemise rid up to your thighs, his clothed hard crotch pressed against your thigh.

“This is not even close to what my finite mind could make up. You are beyond my dreams, my love.” Taehyung had already missed kissing you in such a short amount of time. So, he indulged. He sweetly kissed your cheeks as your hands found their way to his nape. You felt him twitch. You wonder if he was aware of it. “Did you dream about this?” Your voice was still joyful. 

Taehyung scoffed, “You cannot even imagine what I want to do to you, Y/N.” Despite your happy mode, your body went back to having small shivers and twitches. “You have no idea how much I want to play with this little pussy.” Taehyung’s voice got lower and throaty as he finished speaking. His manhood twitched as he deeply inhaled.

“Wh-wha-at?” You asked in a small voice. If Taehyung wasn’t a breath away, he would have missed it. 

“Let me show you, love.” Actions speak louder than words. So he got on his mission.

You welcomed his warm lips on yours sweetly. You kissed him timidly, too excited about the proximity of his member. To not wait any longer, Taehyung skipped past your neck. Your hands encouragingly held him. You searched for the courage to ask him for a touch…

“Mhmm, Taehyung…” Maybe for the first time tonight, you moaned this sensually. Your head was clogged with his hard member. For a second you were sure he would let you touch it. Your moan forced Taehyung to stop his mouth and look up at you. Your eyes were already locked on him. 

You brushed his hair out of his face, looking at him with admiration tinted with pleasure. Taehyung kept eye contact with you as his brushed his nose against your nipple. A giggly whine left your mouth. Your nipple became harder with the smallest touch. Taehyung bit his bottom lip to make sure he didn’t pierce through the prettiest breasts. He gave you enough time to prepare for his next move. You watched him wet his lips and open his mouth slowly. Despite your anticipation, another whine ripped through your throat as his warm mouth wrapped around your bare nipple. His hips rutted onto your thigh ever so slightly. 

It took you even more to get over this little sensation. Much to Taehyung’s surprise, you spoke coherently. You could not just lay here and enjoy pleasure selfishly.  “Taehyung, stop.” 

Taehyung tried to get up on you in an instant, but you kept him by the head.  “Little sweet whore, do you want me to stop or continue?” He said as you didn’t let him get up. 

“It feels so sensitive there…” You whispered, feeling guilty because you made him feel guilty. 

“My love, we can stop anywhere you want.” He lovingly cooed you while you realised his manhood against you, only underwears in between. It throbbed at this very moment. 

“No, no, I don’t want to stop.” You clung even harder to him, lowering his face to cover him in your kisses. Taehyung smiled as your lips danced over his cheeks and eyes. However, your cuteness soon ceased. 

“I want to please you too, Taehyung.” You whined. You were very selfish when it came to pleasure. Taehyung helped you with all of your needs to the best extent but never let you pleasure him fully. He was secondary. He came but his orgasm was never the focal point.

“Love,” He breathed loudly. His cock throbbed more to prove him wrong. “Let me help you too.” You asked. “Maybe it will help me get less sensitive too.” You said while covering your nipples. They were getting harder at Taehyung’s gaze. 

“Baby,” He breathed again. You arched your back to show him your desperation. 

“Let me touch you, baby.” Your hands slowly and gently went to his chest. He had always been very soft with you. It was why you always felt good when you were with him. You knew he meant comfort, pleasure and fun. You would never expect less of him. 

Taehyung moved away from your touch when come too close to his crotch. You recognised this gesture from yours. “Can I continue?” You asked, lips already trembling at the possible rejection.

“I am so weak with your touch, my love.” He cried out. “You make me so drunk…” He whispered as he rubbed his face to your chest. 

“You make me so weak too…” You whispered in return, patting his hair. He stayed there for a few minutes while throbbing violently. 

“How much do you want me, Taehyung?” You asked him, you were annoyed by how many times you had to have this conversation. 

“My love,” He picked himself up and peered at you from your chest. “Just be honest. How much do you want me sexually?”

Taehyung answered immediately, “So so so much, very much. All the time, always…”  He kissed up to your lips. 

“That’s exactly how much I want you back.” You spoke into his mouth as he nodded. 

“Never, I will always crave you more.” He said childishly. You giggled. He cut your giggles with a snap of his hips. “Never, I crave you more.” He said back.

“I crave you more.” He snapped this thigh again, this time his crotch pressing your bare core momentarily. 

You couldn't answer back this time. Long breathy shakes felt your mouth as he granted himself the pleasure.

“My love,” He growled. If he raised onto his knees and pulled you closer, he could give you more powerful thrusts. “Yes, baby?” You asked while your lips aimed for his. 

You held his gorgeous head and looked him in the eyes. “I want you to cum, Taehyung. Please…Anyway you want… I just want to see you cum for me.” There was no shame or shyness. You wanted to see him fall apart for you, lose his mind for you.

Taehyung’s eyes completely rolled back at your request. Fuck, yes he will give you what you want. 

“Naughty girl…” He growled as you didn’t let him stand tall. “Let me get up and pound this little cunt, okay?” He slowly moved your hands clutching onto him. Then raised onto his knees on the soft bed. “Spread these nice and good…” His voice made you clench them immediately. “You said anything I want…” He rubbed your hips sweetly as your thighs spread on their own.

“Good girl,” He praised. 

A moan mixed with a whine bubbled through your mouth. He was going to make you lose your mind once again. “Taehyung…” Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at your sensitive, overstimulated, horny body, eager to please him, oh so eager to please him. Only him.

“Who got you this sensitive, darling?” Taehyung pushed your chemise up your hips. You moaned, “You, baby.” He smiled.

“My- my- my Taehyung.” You said as he nestled between your legs firmly. “That’s right baby, I am yours.” Taehyung’s finger brushed on your pubic bone. He gave you one touch and pulled his finger back. Your body reacted similarly to before, hips bucking, mouth gaping. After you stop bucking your hips, you felt the move in his hands. You patiently waited for the next brush, and Taehyung did gave you another brush, this time with his clothed member. 

Your breath hitched with contact. It was so hot, almost like he was in a fever. It was heavy and hard. You were sure your skin was engraved by it with the slightest touch. Taehyung's body was so tense, especially his stomach. He was squeezing his muscles hard not to cum right down. 

Your warm core, inviting smell, and sinful voice was too much of a temptation. To make matters even harder for him, your hands came over his large shaky ones. 

“Me, me.” You mumbled, hoping that he would let him touch you. Your answer was granted when Taehyung brought his hands to his back. Now, he was under your hand, only his cotton underwear keeping you away from him. 

You wanted to wrap your hands around the meaty member immediately. But Taehyung had never given you the pleasure that straightforward. He would tease you in one way or another. He would grip your thighs, and breathe lowly to your ear. You wanted to tease him too. Teasing him so painfully that his ground would shake under him.

You looked at his tall body, his button-up was open to show his chest, arms cuffed to his elbows. His strong neck was more prominent as he dropped his head to the back. His hands were gripping and twisting the bedsheet.

“On me.” You said as you brought his hands to your waist. His face ghosted a smile as if he was drunk.

“You could come up if you like,” you teased while tugging his wrist towards your tit. Taehyung groaned, “naughty girl…” 

You giggled at his words, “Yes, I am your naughty girl…” Oh shit, you talked back. Taehyung’s hips bucked up to yours, whining at your power. You giggled again. 

You placed your hands on his thighs; they were meaty and generous enough to provide you endless orgasms before. You squeezed them strongly which made Taehyung breath hitch. You looked up at him immediately, his head was still dropped back. 

Just like you did to him, he let him enjoy his body. You examined his crotch carefully. His bulge was very apparent.

“Ghmmgg-hh” Taehyung let a loud groan when your finger touched where you assumed his tip was. His hips rutted against your finger poorly. “Do you like it?” You innocently asked, deep down, realising you have no idea what to do. 

“Yeah, baby. You make me so weak.” He whimpered. His strong jaw, characteristically lean eyes, prominent nose, lean lips… everything manly and strong and put-together about him had diminished. He was, now, just whimpering because you were touching him at the most sensual point on his body. You had him. “Can I hold you?” Regardless, your submissive nature combined with inexperience couldn’t yield this side of Taehyung. “Baby…” Taehyung lowered his eyes at you. “Please.” He whispered. 

At first, his plea was not understandable, but he slowly tugged your wrist and hand and held it like it was his. Then, cutting all the teasing, he wrapped around his thick cock. His underwear was still on, but it was very thin. You felt the smooth texture of his skin, some prominent veins. You instinctively squeezed it, not sure what is the best way. 

“You are so warm, Taehyung.” You whimpered as he guided your hand over his length. Taehyung’s abdomen was clenching more so decided to return to his position back on top of you. 

“Yeah, baby? You are so warm too.” He plotted one arm over your head and hovered over your body. His shirt fell open towards you, you wanted to take it off, but both of your hands were occupied. You didn’t want to lose your privilege to touch him there. Taehyung moaned so sensually again. It seemed like he was never getting used to the sensation of your sweet warm hand, trying to jerk him. 

“Baby, don’t squeeze-” “Tae-s so hard…” Two of you moaned at the same time. “F- shi-” Taehyung gurgled the moans in his mouth, his hips were mindlessly rutting inside your fist. “For love of God-” You looked at him with large eyes. He sounded to be possessed by something. His eyes were closed and brows furrowed.

“Baby,” He groaned. “Can I take my- do you want to touch me bare?  I want to please.” He pleaded as his teary eyes opened.

You nodded immediately. “You don’t even need to ask, baby.” You said while he momentarily got up to discard his underwear. 

Taehyung had returned to your arms with another surprise. His button-up was also gone. For the first time, he was completely naked. Your shaky hands caressed his shoulders when he returned hovering over you. You wanted to touch every inch of his skin, but his hard dick waited for you. 

“Oh my…” You carefully lowered your eyes. There he was, free of every garment, standing up against his stomach. Your eyes momentarily closed as if he didn’t want you to look at it. When you opened them back, Taehyung was still standing there, with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Taehyung…” You whined in pain as someone pinched your skin. Your core leaked out twice as much juice in the sight of him. Your hips bucked up to meet him, but Taehyung pulled himself back in time. This time you cried in frustration, Taehyung kissed you to soothe you. 

“Shall we continue?” He asked as you sniffed. It was adorable how easily you could cry out of hornyness. 

“Do you want to help me, baby?” Taehyung playfully brushed your nose with his so that you could look him in the eyes, maybe his face was as exciting as his dick.

“Yeah,” You said, releasing your bottom lip from the tortuous grip of your teeth. “How do you want me?” Maybe, you should pull your garments up and show him how wet you were. Then, beg him to fuck you. 

“Put your hands here,” Taehyung brought your hands to your crotch. “Fist them,” He guided you with his shaky hands, cheeks are crimson red.

Taehyung fisted your hands right over your crotch, “Don’t move them, okay?” He pulled the collar of the chemise down to release your tits. When your right tit fell free, his lips couldn’t help but get a small taste.

“Look at you,” he said while you patiently waited for him. “You are such a good girl for me.” He kissed your forehead. You licked your lips, “Anything for you. Anything to get you-” Your words cut by Taehyung’s long groan. He kissed your lips and bit down your bottom lip before you could respond.

It drove him mad at how innocent you were and yet you got so dirty for him. You were his perfect girl. “Baby…” He connected his lips to your jaw, “I will put my dick in your fist, fuck it just like I would do to that wet cunt, okay?” You nodded.

 “Will it satiate my little, horny whore?” You cried out, “Yeah. But only for a little.” You shrugged. 

Taehyung giggled, “Thought so, you fucking whore.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against the side of your hand. “Mghmmm, Y/N.” He called your name, even this little contact turned him mad. He was almost ashamed of how easy you’d got him. 

“Babyyy,” He groaned again as he eased into your loose fist. “My sweet, little temptress…” His nose nudged yours with the slight movement of his hips to your fists. His lips pressed yours as you slowly squeezed him. The pressure got him weak, his mouth fell open on yours as his warm breath covered your face.

“Taehyung.” You aimed for his plushy lips, but your kisses fell on his chin. Your entire body was itching to touch his body, grab his shoulders, run your hand on his back, pull his hair; but your small hands were giving him the best fuck of his entire life. 

“Ghhhgh,” Taehyung growled instead of answering you. His lips slowly picked up a pace while looking into your eyes. Your eyes were silently encouraging him to corrupt you. His dick inside your fist was too large, he was straining them to fall open with every thrust but you secured a good on him. And it was hot, burning, scorching.  

It was your time to talk him dirty, well at least in your best way. “You will fuck me like this?” Such a failure. You asked in a small voice, hands getting incredibly wet and sticky because of Taehyung. You wanted him to feel pleasure, he deserved that after how well he had been treating you. Taehyung tried not to build a fast rhythm. He had to hold back and last longer. He shouldn’t return a minute man.

Taehyung seemed to be affected by your words as his hips snapped hard enough to shake the entire bed. His mouth closed on your neck, this time teeth getting involved. “I’ll f-fuc-kk y-u till y-ou c-can’t-tt ev-enn-” His ragged breath didn’t let him finish. He breathlessly continued pistoning into your fists. Even he doubted if he could ever do that. If you talked once again, he was sure to cum right away.  

“You are so hard, Taehyung…” You squeezed him to emphasise how rock-hard he was. Taehyung dug his teeth into your pulse. “And- Ah, baby…” You moaned at his wet tongue soothing the pain with a lick, and you continued with a breathy tone. “It is so long, baby.” You said it like it’s a secret. 

Taehyung’s member went past your two fists with ease and his mushroom tip hung out when he was all the way in. He was that long. “How are you going to fit him into me?” You asked with a buck up from your hips. Taehyung warningly groaned, and his one hand pushed your hips down. 

“I will finger you all night to get you loose for me.” He replied. 

“But it goes so far up…” You took a deep breath to enlarge your stomach so that his tip could brush against you. Taehyung cried a hush, but it didn’t make you shut up. You continued more desperately, “I want it in my mouth too, baby. Will you teach me that too?” You gulped. Maybe he would let you do it now?

Taehyung picked his face from your neck, his eyes were teary and desperate while maintaining that intimidating look. He let out a low whine, “I am going to release, baby.” His voice was hoarse, just like the way you love it. He wished he had a little mental space to rub your clit, trying to take you to orgasm with him, but his mind was completely occupied by you. By your touch, by your smell… 

You squeezed him more, slightly moving your hands along his shaft to match his thrusts. “Oh, Y/N.” He said while his back shook. 

There it was.  His orgasm, completely and most definitely owned by you. Taehyung kept eye contact with you as he released his warm seed into his hand. He burnt your face in his head. You were the reason for, not only his orgasm but his life. 

“Taehyung…” You murmured sweetly as his hips didn’t show any signs of slowing down. He kept fucking into your soiled fists while his mind ran wild. He thought every unspeakable thing while his mouth breathlessly confessed his love for the hundredth time. “I love you so much.” He smooched your lips once before he whined. Overstimulation was kicking in now, but he didn’t want to leave his nest. He was breathing fastly, his heart beating rapidly against your chest. His ears were ringing with the intensity of his orgasm.

You shakily unwrapped your fingers. Taehyung hissed loudly, he was just about to scold you for not being patient but you brought your dripping fingers to your mouth. 

Taehyung watched you in shock as you sucked on your pointer finger. His cum filled your mouth stickly. You pressed him against the top of your mouth to taste him properly. Bitter and addicting. 

Your dirty gesture almost angered Taehyung. How dare you? How dare you could be this dirty while looking like the most innocent angel?

“Dirty angel.” He tsked when you pushed your finger knuckle deep. A shrug followed his words. You licked your fingers eagerly. Right then, a bright idea striked your mind. 

Taehyung followed your eyes falling down to his cock. He was still standing tall and hard. Why was he still aroused after he orgasmed? 

Before you could ask him, Taehyung picked up his discarded shirt from the bed and wrapped it around his waist. 

“Don’t even think about it you, naughty angel.” He said scolding you playfully. You laid there, pouting, wishing to have your power on him back. Taehyung went to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean your hands. You huffed as walked on the wood and found his way to the bathroom. While you waited for him, your mind wondered why he was still aroused. You made him cum just now. Shouldn’t he be less full? You wondered as the mess on your hands and chemise was long forgotten. 

Taehyung came back a minute later. He was wearing a clean boxer with a prominent bulge. He silently sat down next to your legs and guided you once again. A gorgeous smile was ghosting his lips as he cleaned your hands. Taehyung bit his lips when your clean hands went to pull up the straps of your chemise.  He had to say goodbye to your nipples. You were getting ready to get up. Taehyung pouted, now he didn’t want to leave the bed. 

You raised onto your elbows, spreading your legs a little. “Can you clean down there, too? I am soaking wet.” you asked with little to no sexual request apparent in your tone. No one other than you knew how uncomfortable it is to sit while a puddle in your pants. 

Taehyung’s mouth went dry with the request. Suddenly, he could smell that wet cunt. He nodded, “I need a clean towel, baby.” He threw the dirty one to the ground as he got up again.  

You watched his back and plump ass as he walked back. His muscles were almost more apparent now. You squeezed your thighs involuntarily, the puddle down there was enough to swim in it. The slight buzzing on your clit ceased when Taehyung left the room. 

You comfortably spread your legs fully open. The warm air hit your creamy cunt. The fire had become very powerful and the room was very warm. You heard Taehyung open cabinets in the bathroom. He was humming a low melody. You barely heard it from the fire cracking. Suddenly, the bed became very comfortable. You felt your body melt into the large bed. There was still time until dinner, maybe you could have a sneaky nap to process your orgasmic mind.

Right as you closed your eyes to sailing to the dreamland, Taehyun reentered the room with two towels in his head. The smile was still on his face, lighting up all his handsome features like a magical glow. His cheeks were full, lips still red from the biting.

“Good girl…” Taehyung smiled even larger as he saw your satisfied face. He climbed to the bed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Do you feel good, baby?” His low voice vibrated your body. You nodded, “I feel so relaxed…” You rubbed your face into your shoulder as Taehyung caressed your waist. “Are you sleepy, my love?” He asked even though your eyes told him everything he needed to know.  He took his favourite place between your legs–with an innocent will– and rubbed your knees and calves as you sighed contently. 

“Can I?” he asked while his fingers wrapped around the skirt of your chemise. Your eyes were closed. Taehyung's hands started working gently as he got permission from you. He pulled the skirt of your chemise up to reveal your creamy cunt. 

He held his breath to get rid of the piece of fabric, and there she was, looking creamy and relaxed. You fought the urge to close your thighs perfectly this time and allowed Taehyung to have his unsupervised look at your core as your eyes kept closed. 

Taehyung gulped largely, his mouth never felt this dry. He almost felt his stomach grumble in hunger. His concentration and self-control skills were about to give up on him. 

He looked up at your face, you almost looked like you were sleeping, then down to your pretty pussy. “Fuck,” A quiet swear left through his teeth. Your juices were rubbed to your thighs messily, creating clear strings. Some of it came up to your pelvic bone. 

He hummed as his hands shakily held the towel. He would rather have you in his mouth. Ah, he would love to have a taste. 

“Taehyung…” You called his name in a tone similar to a moan. Taehyung’s hands immediately stopped when he heard your voice. “Yes, my love?” He asked sweetly. As he was about to remind you that this could all stop, you spoke in a whiny voice. “Why are you still up?” Oh, dear… Taehyung choked on his breath as your eyes were opened slightly to look at his bulge. 

Taehyung was hard and he had been hard even though he came to your hands like a pubescent boy. As he thought of an explanation, your hips bucked up impatiently. “Well,” He said while swiping the damped, warm towel between your thighs. A gurgled groan left your relaxed face. “You better get used to that…” He was going to have fun with your confusion only for a little while.

Taehyung watched you breathlessly, hoping you would ask him to do that again. “What- What do you mean?” You seemed to cope with this easily much to Taehyung’s expectations. Taehyung slowly laughed to tease you. “Taehyung!” You groaned annoyingly, your attempts at confrontation were followed by a yawn. “If you aren’t going to tell me, how can I know?” You innocently continued to complain. 

“How did you learn about your previous endevaours, Miss fiance, mmhm?” He asked, pointing at your hands. 

You scoffed with red cheeks, “Oh my God, Taehyung!” Your hands come to his hand on your thigh that was kept you spread. “It is very normal for me to wonder about these things! I am a young woman in her early 20s.” Ah, your shyness combined with stubbornness was Taehyung’s fuel to tease you harder, but he needed your cunt on his face so he didn’t continue.

Yeah, you fucking are, Taehyung thought. A beautifully sexy woman that made his cock twitch with her words. Taehyung took a deep breath, you were his woman, his, his, his… He had the time in the world to explore you sexually.

“It means he still wants you so badly.” Taehyung said while a wet circle was formed on his new underwear. “He is ready to go again.” He looked down at his cock desperately. 

“Tell him that I want him so badly too.” Taehyung’s hips involuntarily bucked up to your cunt. His eyes largened at his move. He definitely didn’t mean to do that at all, but his cock wanted to. Thanks to God, your eyes were still closed, a light sleep ghosting your face. Taehyung took another deep breath, he clenched his whole body. Back to front, he thought. That was how he suppose to wipe you.

With all the courage in the world, he wiped the mess between your lips. The wet towel felt refreshing against your burning core. It was not harsh against your skin as you expected, but it might be just because of Taehyung’s gentle hands. 

So much juice rubbed onto the towel that Taehyung wanted to smear his face with it. “Oh, baby.” The breathy moan belonged to no other than your desperate lover Kim Taehyung. Nevertheless, he continued to clean your wet mess quickly but gently. 

“Will you cuddle me, Taehyung?” You asked him as he let your skirt down and got ready to wash the towels. Your voice was sweet and needy as always. But this neediness wasn’t coated with sexual desires. It was simply a gentle, lovely request. 

A smile took over his face, yet his jaw stayed still. He was still clenching all muscle on his body to not buck up to you again. Taehyung’s muscles slightly relaxed as you opened your arms to the sides to persuade him to a long cuddling session. 

“Yes, my love.” He threw towels to the ground. “Let’s get under the cover, baby.” He suggested as you picked up yourself and get under the first thin layer of the bedding. 

As soon as Taehyung lay, you placed your head on his shoulder and threw your one leg over his waist. “Mhmm, love…” He groaned through his nose at your sweet arousing smell. “You smell like sex.” He pecked your forehead while caressing your arm.

You giggled, “You smell so nice…” You reciprocated his groan with a whine as you rubbed your face into his neck. You could stay here for hours… “This is so nice, Taetae.” You mumbled.

Taehyung squeezed your body to his side while nodding, suddenly he was quite sleepy too. “Let’s nap for a while, okay?” He asked as you intertwined your fingers with his and held his large hand. 

“Mmkay…” You followed with a small peck on his chin and fell into sweet slumber. The time it took you to fall asleep was hilariously short. Unfortunately, Taehyung couldn’t follow you thanks to the raging cock in his pants. 

And this was his lesson to never deny your sexual request ever again.  

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Why don’t you continue the story by reading Tae-time? 

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Heart Of Wires (Sundrop/Moondrop x DCA!OC Piper) Part 2

Hello hello! I am so sorry to all of my Monty fans for this chapter, I love him I promise but who better to play our villain this chapter? A couple warnings in this chapter, mostly just super fluffy and sweet as Piper and our Daycare Attendants get to know each other and start falling for each other. I hope you enjoy!! If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: Monty is kind of a creep this chapter, he makes Piper uncomfortable, unwanted flirting, robot on robot violence, fighting, yelling, punching, mentions of workplace harassment, mention of a stalker, some swearing, I think that's it, if there's anything you would like me to add please let me know!

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Word Count: 4,946

Part 1 - Part 3

Piper adjusts the strap of her messenger bag on her shoulder as she rides up the escalator. This was the first morning she wasn't greeted with Merry’s cheerful expression as she walked into the Pizzaplex. Piper had been working in the daycare for almost a month at this point, she didn't need anyone to show her how to get there, but there was something odd about the bubbly blond being missing from her usual post. Typically, when Piper arrived, she was busy handing piles of maps to the line of Mapbots that were going through their daily pre-shift checks, wishing each of them a Faz-tastic day as they sped off. The Pizzaplex made Piper feel uneasy, being the only sign of life in such a massive space didn't feel right. She guessed she never really noticed that feeling with a friend by her side. She jumped out of the way of Staff bots that whizzed by her, carrying new boxes of neon balls over to the mini-golf course, bags of paper cups to El Chip��s. “Piper!” She nearly jumped out of her own skin when her voice was suddenly called. Her head snapped to the side, finding Merry heading in her direction. Piper froze in place, happy to see her friend, but terrified by the sight behind her. It was important to note that Merry was not a small woman. She stood around 5 '11, her whole body was broad and muscular from years of doing strenuous, physical labor, being the lead service technician here Piper could only imagine how strong Merry was. She would be willing to bet that Merry could crush her head like an egg with her bicep alone. So, at the sight of the hulking green alligator that sauntered behind her, absolutely dwarfing Merry, Piper had to stop herself from bolting to the daycare in search of safety.

“So this is the new DCA.” The Gator, she thinks his name was Montgomery, rumbles. “You didn't tell me she was cute.” He gazes at Piper hungrily, lips pulling back into a smile of sharp teeth. Piper swallows thickly, goosebumps erupting across her skin as she holds his leering gaze. There was a soft ‘tink’ of Merry slapping the animatronic’s arm.

“Stop it.” She shoots him a warning glance. “Piper, this is Monty. I figured I'd introduce him ahead of time since he’s going to be swinging by the daycare for a party later.”

“Yeah, I remember Sun telling me about that.” Her eyes stay subtly trained on Monty, not wanting to let him out of her sight. She could see him roll his eyes under his yellow and purple star shaped sunglasses.

“I thought you said it was just going to be me?” He mutters to Merry.

“Sun is going to be there to show Piper the ropes, okay? I know the two of you don't always see eye to eye-”

“That's an understatement.” He scoffs.

“As I was saying,” she cuts him off with an annoyed glare. “Try to get along.” Her expression softens as her attention turns back to Piper.

“It should be an easy day, you just have to keep them on schedule.” She reassures you. She groans as her pager beeps on her belt, she unclips it and quickly reads the message. “If it wasn't bad enough… first you have a golf ball lodged in your shoulder joint-” she trails off grumbling to herself. “Come on, I have to get you back to Gator Golf.” She waves for Monty to follow her. “We’ll catch up later, I want to hear all about your first party.” She smiles warmly at Piper, clapping her on the shoulder as she passes by.

“Guess I'll be seeing you later.” Monty winks at her as he passes by, quickly snapping his jaws in her direction so that she would get startled. He chuckles at her expression, giving Piper one final wave before he follows after Merry. Piper makes the rest of the trip to the daycare in silence, the whole interaction with Monty not sitting right with her. She sits on one of the brightly colored wooden benches in the daycare’s lobby for a moment. Piper remembers other men she had issues with in the past who started out acting like Monty just had with her. Being backed into office corners, trying not to gag from their coffee stained breaths as they stood too close to her. It took her years to shake the ex coworker who had started stalking her after she rejected him. She shook the thought from her head. She discarded her messenger bag in the staff only room before flinging herself down the slide with growing familiarity. She clatters into the ball pit, letting the feeling of the cool plastic pressing into her skin ground her from a moment as she allows herself to lay there. She hears Sundrop’s long, even strides approach her.

“Good morning Piper!” He greets her cheerily, pausing when he sees the agitated look on her face. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just had a weird interaction this morning.” She explains with a sigh. “I think I just need a minute to level myself out.” When she spoke again Sun noticed the unmistakable tremor in her voice, she was nervous. He sits down on the edge of the ball pit, not wanting to risk overwhelming her by invading her space, he figured it would be best to let her decide whether or not she would come to him.

“Why does she look scared?” Moon’s voice rattles in the back of Sun’s head.

“Did something happen?” If he found out someone had hurt you-

“Have you ever met someone and the whole interaction just feels off?” Before he had a chance to fly too far off the handle she spoke up, the sound of her voice reminding him that this was about her, he needed to make sure she was okay before anything else. “I know I probably sound stupid, but just the way he looked at me… I don't know.” She glances to the side at the sound of plastic clattering against plastic. Sun was currently wading into the ball pit in her direction.

“Sunbeam,” he crouches down next to her, a look of concern painted across his features. Piper had to resist the urge to reach out for him, he was the only thing that seemed to provide any comfort to her at the moment. “I want to make you feel better, but for the life of me I can't seem to think of how I can do that.” He lets out a soft chuckle.

“He called me cute,” his entire body froze as he remembered Moon calling her pretty the first day they met. “It made me feel gross, I don't know how else to describe it.” He carefully retracted the appendage that rested closest to her, the temptation of taking her much smaller hand in his own flashing through his mind, but he knew that's the last thing she probably wanted right now.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sunny, why are you apologizing for something he did?” His eyes finally met hers, perfect blue little ponds that stood out like sapphires against her pale complexion.

“Well it's just, the day you started, Moon called you pretty. We just don't want you feeling gross about us, too.” He explains in an almost embarrassed tone. Piper sits up, stumbling slightly as the balls threaten to send her crashing to the floor beneath them. She maneuvers herself closer to him, putting herself directly into his line of sight.

“I need both of you to listen to me.” Her tone was firm, Sun had never seen her be so serious before. “Sunny, Moon, you are both wonderful. I look forward to coming here everyday because I get to see you. I don't think you're gross.” She chuckles as she reassures them. Her cheeks grew warm as she continued, “if anything I’m flattered that you think I'm pretty.” She smiles bashfully at them, causing him to feel that strange pang in his chest again. “He made me feel small… objectified…” She carefully chooses her words, not exactly sure what the passing comment from Monty made her feel but it was definitely somewhere in the neighborhood of what she was trying to articulate to Sun. “The two of you have never made me feel that way.” She finishes quietly, her eyes averting from his. He shifts slightly, wanting to pull her into a hug. Before he had a chance to agonize over asking for her permission or to just let it go, Piper made the decision for him. She pushes forward, wrapping her arms around his slim torso, his metal body cool against her burning cheeks. He thought he had blown a fuse for a second, he couldn't seem to think. But as he glanced down at her everything seemed to fall into place. Her body perfectly slotted against his, the soft smile that graced her lips. He embraces her tightly in return, her shoulders noticeably relaxing as if being close to him like this was enough to erase all the stress from her body.

“We won't let him make you feel like that again.”

Who Piper assumed was the birthday boy bounded up to Sun the second he crawled his way out of the ball pit. “Well hey there, Eli! Happy birthday!” The large animatronic scoops the boy up into his arms with ease. “This is Miss Piper, she’ll be here to help make sure your big day is extra special!” He gives Piper a shy wave that she happily returns. The boy's bright green eyes scan around the room.

“Where's Monty?” Piper caught Sun twitch slightly out of the corner of her eye at the mention of his name.

“He’s going to be coming by later when we go upstairs for cake and ice cream!” He explains, bouncing the boy on his hip as he carries him off to his group of waiting friends. The party itself was simple enough to handle; 15 kids, a few extra activities than the normal day to day routine, nothing crazy. Sun had decided to keep a close eye on Piper, the whole ordeal this morning obviously making her a bit anxious. He loved watching her interact with the kids, she truly was amazing at it. Sun couldn't help but smile as he watched her admire a paper pal she was being presented with, the face nothing but googly eyes.

“I need to apologize to her.” Moon rasps.

“She said there was no need to Moon, she’s not upset with us.” Sun responds.

“Still, I would like to say something.” He grumbles. “And I would like to find out who exactly she had an interaction with this morning.”

“Me too.” Sun glanced up at the clock, there was about an hour left until Monty was due to show up. “Here, spend some time with her before cake, I don't need you being more irritable than usual while he's around.” Sun makes eye contact with Piper, making the motion of opening a book with his hands to signal it was story time.

“Alright boys and girls, we have one more activity before it's time for cake.” She explains in her usual chipper tone, earning a chorus of cheers from the group. “We’re going to have spooky story time with Moondrop.” She lowers her tone as she continues, setting the slightly eerie mood that made all the kids giggle in excitement. She groups all of them up, leading them into the nap room and having them all get settled around a fake campfire that had been set up in the middle of the room before turning off the lights. Sun stepped into the dark room and shut the door, Piper heard the soft whirs and clicks as Moon took center stage. He turns to face her and gives her a bashful smile.

“Piper, I know you said I didn't have to apologize for calling you pretty-”

“And I meant that.” She cuts him off with a flustered giggle, not expecting it to bring it up to her face so suddenly. “From him it felt malicious, from you it was a sweet compliment.” She explains, trying to put him at ease. He offers her his arm, a routine she had gotten used to in order for Moon to easily guide her through the dark room. She rests a hand on his forearm.

“I hope you have your best scary story prepared, I feel like this is going to be a tough crowd.” He jokes, smiling at her soft laughter.

“Oh, I'm bringing my A-game, I hope you can keep up.” She winks at him. Piper takes her seat, Moon greeting all of the children before plopping down at her side. The small circle was filled with giggling as Piper and Moondrop took turns telling their spooky stories. “The old woman pulled the blankets over her head as the intruder's footsteps thudded in the hallway, where is my tooooooeeeee.” She draws out the word in a ghostly tone, earning squeals and laughter from the group. Piper pauses to laugh herself for a moment. “She hears her bedroom door creak open.” She mocks the motion of opening a door as she lets out a high pitched creak of her own. “The footsteps walk up to her bed, the old woman lays there as silent as possible. You have it!” She suddenly exclaims, earning more squeals and screams from the group that quickly dissolves into giggles. She feels Moon’s hand bump into the side of hers, she can't stop the blush that immediately spreads across her cheeks as her eyes land on his expression of pure adoration. There was a knock at the door before it was opened up, a staff member alerting you that it was time for cake. The children rushed out of the room in an instant, Moon and Piper chuckled at their excitement. Moon stood, offering Piper his hand to help her up from the floor. His fingers remained wrapped around her hand for a few moments after she had stood, his thumb running over her knuckles before he dropped it, clearing his throat and mumbling out an apology. The pair slowly walk up to the door, enjoying their last few moments together before Moon has to go back to sleep for the rest of the day.

“If that guy ever bothers you again I want you to tell us, we’ll make sure he won't bother you anymore.” His eyes flicker over her face, memorizing every curve of her features.

“Moon?” He hums at the sound of her saying his name. “Can I give you a hug?”

“Of course you can starlight, anytime.” He smiles softly as he carefully pulls her into his arms. Piper holds him tightly, knowing this would probably be the last time she would see him today. “Go have fun, I'll see you soon.” He whispers, keeping an arm wrapped around her as he slowly brightens the lights. She hears Sun take over, he jolts slightly as he realizes he's holding her.

“Piper,” he lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of her. “Did I hear right? It's time for cake?” She nodded, letting her arms finally slip from his waist.

“Cake just got brought in, then it's free play and we’re done.” She reiterates the rest of the schedule, knowing that sometimes when the two switch places they can get a bit frazzled.

“Let’s go have some cake then.” He places a large hand in between her shoulders as he leads her out into the main daycare, she squints slightly as her vision is assaulted by the bright colors as they leave the dimly lit room. The party room upstairs was somehow even more chaotic than the daycare on your busiest days. The cramped space was packed with children and parents alike, the kids running around at top speed, all hopped up on Fizzy-Faz and birthday cake. A little girl with braids ran up to her, hunching over slightly as she heaved from all the running.

“Miss Piper!” She yells cheerily. “We were wondering where you and Mr. Sun were!” She smiles at you. “Monty Gator’s here!” She juts a finger excitedly in his direction

“You should go say hello, I'm sure he'd love to meet you.” Piper responds with a grin of her own, trying to hide how nervous the new addition to the group was making you. The girl darts off, distracted by the swarm of her friends that had buzzed past her. Piper felt herself pale as she straightened up, realizing that Monty’s gaze was locked on her.

“Eli, it's time for presents!” You hear the birthday boy’s mom call. A smirk stretches across Monty’s features as he realized this was just the chance he needed to break away from the group to get you alone. All of the kids and parents gathered around one table as a staff member started bringing over all of his gifts.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is?” Her blood turns to ice in her veins at the sound of the deep voice that rumbles at her side. “What’s the matter sweetheart? I feel like I've been chasing you around the room all night.” He chuckles, taking another few steps closer to her. She shuffles to the side, keeping her eyes set straight forward on Eli.

“Monty, I'm trying to work.” She states flatly, knowing that wouldn't be enough to brush him off but she figured it wouldn't harm to try.

“So am I, I'm just making small talk with the newest staff member. Where's the harm in that?” She winces as he blows a hot puff of air from his nose against the side of her face. She hears the swishing of fabric, something grazes past her side but never fully touches her.

“Typical.” Monty scoffs. “Leave it to the birthday clown to always ruin my fun.” He growls. Piper finally dared to glance next to her, she caught sight of the familiar red and gold stripes and she realized that it was in fact Sundrop who had placed himself in between the pair.

“It doesn't seem like the situation is any fun if you're the only one enjoying yourself.” He snaps back.

“I don't know, I think Piper and I could be having a lot of fun if you hadn't gotten in the way.” Monty crosses his arms over his chest. Piper didn't miss the way Sun bounced his leg in agitation.

“Sunbeam, would you mind holding things down here with Brayden while I go have a chat with Monty.” Sun rests a comforting hand on her shoulder, nodding towards the staff member that looked bored enough to die.

“Sure, just be quick okay?” Her eyes darted between him and Monty nervously. Sun’s hands clenched into fists, the gator following him out into the hallway with a cocky smirk. The pair disappear into one of the other party rooms, leaving you to wonder just what exactly would happen now that they were out of the public eye.

Sundrop holds open the door for Monty, letting it slam shut behind him as he steps in the room. “It was you, wasn't it? You're the reason she was so upset this morning.” Sun jabs a finger in his direction. The two kept their distance from each other, standing on opposing sides of the room.

“Don't know what that little tart would be so upset about, I just gave her a compliment-”

“You made her uncomfortable is what you did.” Sun cuts him off, making the other animatronic snarl.

“What's the matter Sunny? Find a nice little piece of ass that can finally put up with your obnoxious personality and you suddenly want to play the hero, huh?” Monty chuckles.

“Don't call her that.” Sun responds through clenched teeth.

“And what are you going to do about it?” He laughs. “You gonna fight me for her? Make some big display about how you're a good guy who's going to take care of her?” Sun averts his eyes to the floor. Monty chuckles at his mannerisms, “pathetic, you can't even tell her, can you?” He starts to head towards the door, deciding he had enough of this conversation. “Just don't beat yourself up too bad when I inevitably win her over. A girl like that would look a hell of a lot better hanging off of my arm anyways.”

Piper’s head snapped in the direction of the loud slam against the wall from the next room, the party guests still too invested in Eli opening gifts to notice. She locks eyes with Brayden, nodding to the hallways and motioning she'd be right back. The first thing she heard as she exited the party room was the sound of two voices yelling at each other. She jogged to the room next door, peering into the window to see Monty and Sun grappling with each other, Sundrop at the obvious disadvantage. Piper slams against the door pushing into the room. “Well look who decided to show up.” Monty chuckles maliciously as he looks down at Sun.

“What a shame that your little girlfriend is going to have to watch me rip you apart limb from limb.” He snarls. Sun winds back his arm before his hand smashed against the side of Monty’s snout, leaving a pretty sizable dent in its wake. Piper screamed, slipping and slamming to the checkered tile floor as she scrambled for the phone. She rips the receiver off of the hook dialing the first number that popped into your head. Blood thundered in her ears, almost drowning out the sound of ringing as she prayed for an answer.

“Merry speaking, what can I-”

“They're fighting!” Piper yells into the phone, her voice cracking as she tries to fight back tears. “At the daycare! They're going to fucking kill each other!” She heard Merry slam down her phone as it went dead, no doubt rushing to try and minimize the damage. Piper couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene as she crawled backwards into the farthest corner from them, her whole body trembling. She watched in horror as Monty managed to grab Sundrop, lifting him clear from the floor before smashing him back down onto a table. He stands over Sun’s motionless form, grabbing him by the top of the head and hauling him to a sitting position.

“You need to remember your place, clown.” He sneers. “I'm at the top of the food chain in this place… Not… You.” Just before he had the chance to deliver a devastating blow to Sun’s head Merry burst through the door, rushing at Monty in order to tackle him to the ground. Luckily, at this point Brayden managed to quickly lead the guests to another location in the Pizzeria, leaving the rest of them to be the only ones left in the daycare. Merry seemed to have finally calmed down Monty enough to subdue him after a few minutes.

“Don't move a single muscle.” She warns, pointing down at him. “Piper, are you hurt?” She asks as she rushes over to Sun. Piper couldn't even respond, she just sat there staring at the animatronic who still wasn’t getting up. “Piper!” Merry tries again, a bit firmer this time. The redhead’s eyes snap to the blond, tears welling up in her waterline as the reality of what had just happened to her friend set in. Piper shakes her head softly, pulling her knees to her chest to make herself appear smaller. A wide eyed and breathless Brayden appeared in the door.

“How bad was it this time?” He starts, pausing and looking to the side when he catches a glimpse of Piper’s terrified form. “Are you proud of yourself?” He yells at Monty. Brayden shakes his head before cautiously approaching Piper. He kneels down a good distance in front of her. “Piper, why don't you come downstairs? We should get out of Merry’s way while she's working.” He speaks slowly, knowing it would take her a little longer to process what he was saying considering she seemed to be in a state of shock. Piper stands, slowly shuffling out of the room. She takes one last glance over at Sundrop. Merry had popped off a panel on the back of his head, a focused look adorning her features as she quickly works. The sight alone was enough to make Piper well up, tears sliding down her cheeks before she hurried from the room.

Piper laid on her side in the dark room, a pillow beneath her head and a blanket draped over her still shivering form as she stared straight ahead at the wall. Brayden had moved her down to the nap room, figuring it would be best if she didn't have to see him take Monty out of the room. She hears the soft creak of the large doors being pushed open, the opposing end of the room showing a thin sliver of light before the whole room is plunged into darkness again. Piper could make out the subtle whirs of Moon coming out, she resisted the urge to rush over to him and crush him in a hug. The last thing she needed right now was the embarrassment that would come from Moon seeing her cry. He lets out a sigh before his eyes scan around the room. He finds Piper curled up in a corner, facing away from him. His shoulders slump slightly at the sight of her, he never wanted to see her scared, the fact he was part of the reason almost made him want to leave without disturbing her.

“Piper?” He calls her name softly, taking careful steps in her direction. She sits up at his acknowledgement, the sound of her quiet sniffling made Moon’s chest hurt.

“Please tell me you're okay.” Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke.

“We’re alright.” He reassures her softly. “Some dents and dings.” He moves a bit closer to her.

“I thought you were gone.” Her voice quivered as it filled the otherwise silent space. Moon paused as it finally set in. She wasn't upset, she was worried. She watches the two glowing red dots, the only indication as to where Moon was in the room at the moment, study her from their distant position.

“Monty knocked my power supply loose when he threw me on that table.” He explains. She drops her head to her knees, the wave of relief that washed over her making her emotional all over again. This time, Moon didn't hesitate. His feet started to move before he even had a chance to process what he was doing. He sank to the floor, wrapping his long, slender arms around Piper. “I got you, Starlight. Let it out.” Piper didn't know how long she had been crying but she felt utterly wiped out by the end of it. The whole time Moon just held her, running a hand soothingly up and down her back. Moon gently takes her chin between his fingers, running his thumb over her damp cheek to wipe away any remaining tears.

“So I guess you probably figured out that he was the reason I was so off today.” She whispers, her forehead still resting against his chest. She didn't have it in her to meet his eyes with the state she was in right now. “I'm sorry.”

“What did you say to me this morning? Why are you apologizing for something you didn't do?” He cradles the back of her head gently for a moment, wanting her to know it was okay if she stayed like that, before retracting the appendage.

“Yeah, but you got hurt because of me.” She sniffles.

“Piper, I wouldn't change a single thing that happened to me today. Sure, Monty roughed me up a little, that oversized gecko only thinks with his biceps anyways.” The joke earned a weak chuckle from her. “There's never going to be a time where I'm not going to defend you with everything I have. I can be fixed. What matters to me is that you're okay, and that you know there's someone who's going to do their best to take care of you.” Moon nervously glances down at her, he sucks in a sharp breath when her pretty blue eyes meet his. “We care about you, Piper.” Her heart races in her chest at his words, she wouldn't be surprised if Moon could hear it beating.

The door is suddenly shoved open, Moon’s face spins around as Sundrop’s familiar golden points fold out. Piper’s eyes immediately land on the massive crater on his temple, Sun quickly lifts his hand in a failed attempt to hide it from her view. “Look at me, I'm okay.” Sun reassures her with a patient smile. Piper nods in response, trying her best to appear braver than she felt.

“Alright, let's get you all situated. You have a real mean left hook by the way.” Merry chuckles as she walks in the room, rifling through her tool box. She freezes when her eyes land on Piper’s puffy red eyes. “I'm going to kick the shit out of Monty for you personally.” She points at her, making Piper laugh.

“Is it okay if I stay while you work on him?” She asks softly. Merry notices Sun give her a small nod. Seeing the way Piper still clung to him, like he would disappear if she let him out of her sight.

“Sure thing, kid.”

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[separatist-apologist]

no gods. no religion.

Just bad, bad decisions

Summary: Galactic Senator Elain Archeron knows her ex-fiance is financing a crime syndicate. All she needs to oust him is a little proof.

And, of course, a pilot.

The prompt: SENATOR ELAIN AND FLYBOY LUCIEN

Part 1/2 | read on ao3 (OR GIVE ME A KISS)

12k words, but this is STILL A DRABBLE

Elain Archeron required a pilot. 

Well—not technically a pilot, but a soldier, really. But someone who could fly better than most, who knew how to be discreet, and perhaps most importantly, could fire in a straight line. She didn’t know many in the naval academy, but she did know her sister. General Archeron, the woman who had turned down ruling a planet in favor of military service, was the exact kind of woman Elain had been hoping for when she’d gone to her sister.

“I need to know the true scope of the Nolan’s involvement,” Elain had whispered. Nesta could have sneered, could have narrowed her eyes and asked if this was just a personal vendetta. After all, she and Count Nolan’s son had been engaged. And it was known well enough she was angry about how things had ended.

She’d won her election and he’d left her, despite supporting her campaign publicly for months. And Elain had learned it had been, in her fiance’s eyes, nothing more than an amusement for him. He hadn’t expected her to actually win. He’d thought she’d lose dismally, marry him, and finally settle down on his country estate, raising babies while he did the true politicking.

Now they shared the same air in the Senate and things were tense. Sure, she’d been upset for the first couple months, but with the help of several friendly staffers, Elain had begun to think Graysen had done her a massive favor.

She hadn’t known just how filthy his hands were, or how well connected to criminal syndicates his fortune was. Nor did she want to believe he’d help terrorists ship deadly weapons, pumping the republic full of modified blasters capable of cutting through all but a lightsaber. Meanwhile, Graysen waxed poetic about ridding the galaxy of criminals who obeyed nothing but their own greed.

All the while funding the Hybern Syndicate. 

Elain just needed to know for herself. It was risky—not only was her life forfeit if one of Hybern’s mercenaries caught sight of her, but if Graysen learned what she was up to before she could compile an expose and rid democracy of grifters like the Nolans, she’d lose her seat, too. 

“What do you know about…” Elain looked down at the data pad in her hand. Nesta had sent over her recommendation that morning with a note to meet just outside the hangars. “Lucien Vanserra.”

Her elder sister's lips quirked in not quite a smile. Nesta was as severe as ever, hair braided in a crown against her scalp. She wore the Naval white and orange, vest snug to her chest. 

Holding up a hand, Nesta ticked off Vanserra’s qualities. “Discreet, quick on his feet, damn good pilot. That was what you wanted, right? He’s the best and he owes me a favor. Plus, he’s afraid of me, which means he won’t take unnecessary risks when it comes to your life. Do what he says, alright El? No matter how…arrogantly…he barks those orders?”

That didn’t sound promising. 

“Does he know the mission?”

Nesta’s eyes swept over the massive, open hangar with distaste. To Elain, everything was running smoothly—pilots, mechanics, and other professionals bustled about, readying a wide array of ships to both fly in and out of port. A large viewport betrayed air command, setting courses and waving ships in and out. Elain could still recall growing up on Naboo and the advisors who used to joke there was no pleasing little Nesta Archeron. She’d been bred to be a Queen, so why wouldn’t she act any different? To Elain, Nesta’s straight spine and her unwillingness to accept anything but perfection always made sense.

What hadn’t was a moment of weakness—a man, sent from the Republic to meet the middle Archeron, diplomat to diplomat. Cassian Alonso was more rebel than anything. A man already when Nesta had only been nineteen. They’d taken one look at the other and that had been it. Elain still didn’t understand it a decade later. Nesta hadn’t wavered, though. She’d married Cassian and joined the Republic.

And now, instead of Queen, she was General Archeron. Elain wondered if her sister didn’t see them the same way. 

“He knows enough,” Nesta finally said, cutting through Elain’s musings. 

There was no opportunity to interrogate her sister further. They halted before a rather run down ship that seemed as if it must be fast, and able to take a beating. Sleek and pointed, with a little orange fox painted just over the ship's hull, Elain thought it was better than nothing. Far shabbier than her usual vehicles, and yet she knew she was in no position to complain. Not when her plan was going off without a hitch and someone was willing to help her.

A pair of legs hopped to the platform, landing with a grunting oof. The man who rose was much younger than Elain had been imagining in her head. He couldn’t have been two or three years older than her. Maybe as old as Nesta, but likely not by much.

“General,” he said respectfully, offering up a dimpled grin. He was a beautiful man despite the trio of scars running over his left eye, which had been replaced with a rather lovely golden cybernetic. The other was a nice shade of russet brown, flecked with just enough gold to catch the light.

Auburn red hair was half braided off his handsome face, allowing the rest to spill over broad shoulders wearing the same red and white vest her sister wore. She hoped he didn’t plan to keep his uniform, given how immediately noticeable it was. He seemed like the sort who could blend in under the right conditions, although maybe that was just wishful thinking. 

“Vanserra,” her sister replied, ignoring how Lucien’s eyes immediately fell on her. Some of his easiness faded as he, too, drank her in. Obviously she wasn’t going to wear her heavy skirts, nor was she going to sport the elaborate updo she currently wore. It wasn’t like they were leaving today. Still, Elain couldn’t help but fidget under his disapproving gaze, her fingers crushing the velvet of her blush colored dress. 

“My sister Elain.”

His smile returned, bright and hot like the sun. “Senator, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she replied stiffly. 

He knew. From the way his expression sharpened, Elain knew he knew. Maybe not all of it, but he knew, just like Nesta had when Elain had first dumped all this in her lap, that Elain was still chasing after Graysen. She wanted to scream, to get on the holonet and tell the whole damn galaxy that she was over it. Graysen humiliated her on a grand stage and now the whole galaxy would forever believe she was nursing a broken heart.

Elain wouldn’t have taken him back even if he’d begged. He had no integrity, no heart, and if she was right about his underworld dealings, no soul, either. And what did that say about her, that she’d slept beside him for so many nights unaware the man she’d wanted to spend the rest of her life with was a rotting cesspit of greed?

This wasn’t the place to ruminate on that. 

“Nine am sharp, then?” he said, unaware of how much relief his words provided. Who cared if he thought her merely a scorned woman so long as he did what she wanted. Elain didn’t expect this man to understand. 

“You got it,” she agreed, offering up her most practiced smile. His own faltered for a moment, his eyes taking on a strange, glassy quality. 

“Vanserra!” her sister snapped. His head bowed, cheeks warming as pink crawled up his neck. Elain understood she had been dismissed and with a sunny smile and a wave to her sister, vanished out of the hangar without tripping on the hem of her dress. 

Tomorrow. Elain would finally repay Graysen for what he’d done. Maybe she’d always be scorned, but at least she wouldn’t be the one sitting in a Republic prison. 

And for someone who loved compromise, that was the best Elain could ask for.

LUCIEN:

“That’s your sister?”

Lucien looked up at his General, hoping his expression conveyed his reproach. He’d been imagining someone more like Nesta or Feyre…not…not….kriff. Elain Archeron was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. And when she smiled? Gods, but Lucien didn’t think this mission was a good idea anymore. All the things he loved when accepting an off the book mission—risky, unsanctioned, likely to end in death—seemed unreasonable in the light of Elain’s beautiful face.

“Keep it in your pants,” General Archeron snapped, though Lucien swore Nesta’s silvery blue eyes were filled with amusement. “She has that effect on everyone.”

Yeah, he bet. Lucien might have told Nesta to find another pilot had he not been sure that man would have fallen in love with her, too—and that was unacceptable to Lucien. Especially when he knew Nesta was likely to send her stealthies pilot and Azriel wouldn’t waste an opportunity like Elain Archeron.

“She seems…” like my future wife, though Lucien didn’t dare say that out loud. “Green.”

“She’s a junior Senator. Just…do this for her, okay?” Nesta said with an air of resignation. “I don’t expect much to come from it, but this is the liveliest she’s been in months.”

“Right,” he agreed, his mind racing. He hadn’t paid much attention to the dust up when Nolan and Archeron had split. Amiable, that was what he remembered. Clearly not if Elain was trying to link her former betrothed to a crime syndicate. Ballsy, too. Lucien liked that. If Elain was right, he hoped to be the pilot who helped take a corrupt Senator down. That sort of thing all but guaranteed him a promotion.

And a beautiful wife, if you’re smart about it. 

Lucien was a strategic man. Lucien was a smart and patient man. And he wanted very few things out of his life, but he knew the minute Elain Archeron smiled at him, that he wanted her. Even if it made an enemy of Nesta and even if it meant a lifetime of rubbing elbows with politicians.

Lucien was willing to sacrifice for her.

It was an exhilarating feeling. 

“Nothing is to happen to my sister. No matter how persuasive she is or what promises she makes you Commander. Remember that my sister has been trained from birth to be a politician. She could convince anyone to do anything she asks with a few smiles.”

Yeah, Lucien believed that. 

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Lucien said, hoping he sounded convincing and not desperate. “I spent a month with Feyre, remember?”

Nesta was polite enough not to remind Lucien how he and Feyre had managed to set an ancient estate ablaze under his watchful eye. Still, she let him go with only minimal threats, which Lucien thought spoke to his skill. There were likely very few people Nesta Archeron entrusted her sisters to, and he’d been tasked with both. That filled Lucien with warm pride, buoying him long enough to make traversing the Coruscant markets for all the creature comforts a Senator was likely accustomed to.

Lucien’s last assignment had been a month with a Jedi. That, he thought, had been far easier given the man wanted very little. Lucien suspected Elain wouldn’t be content to live off supply bars and sleep on the cold, durasteel floors. 

Lucien spent more money than he might have, and when he was finished, submitted his receipts through his datapad to Nesta for reimbursement. If the amount irritated his General, she didn’t say—all Lucien’s credits had been returned before he made it back to The Fighting Fox. 

Lucien set his things away, clearing space in the small Captain’s quarters for Elain. He’d make do in one of the swinging hammocks just outside the cockpit. The room he offered her was small—the bed took up most of the available walking space, and the closet was really three drawers stacked atop each other. She had a viewport, though, and a short walk to the shared ‘fresher. Lucien even swapped out the soap dispensers for something nicer, something a shopkeeper assured him women loved. 

With nothing left to do, Lucien kicked his boots up over the dash, pulled his data pad from his pocket, and decided to do some recon. All good missions started that way…and if it meant he got to study his soon-to-be wife, well, all the better for him. 

Lucien learned several things about Elain Archeron. She was a spit-fire. Feisty and passionate all under the demure, beautiful face that had stunned him into silence for perhaps the first time in his life. He got caught up watching speech after impassioned speech, occasionally rewinding to listen to a particular turn of phrase a second time. 

And Graysen, the Senator supposedly financing the Hybern Syndicate, was every bit as clever as the woman he’d let go. Lucien studied him, too, though he was far more critical than he was of Elain. Lucien, by virtue of growing up with an elder brother who was, perhaps, one of the wiliest politician’s the galaxy had ever seen, knew what a liar looked like. Graysen was adept at saying so much without saying anything at all, and yet it felt good. 

And, though it felt a little like betrayal, he watched Graysen’s holovid where he announced the end of his relationship with Elain. 

Amicable. Lucien remembered that from memory, and yet by his count, Graysen stressed it no less than four times in the span of fifteen minutes. Smiling like too-white teeth, he hardly looked sorry at all. I wish her nothing but the best.

Elain had opted to say nothing at all, which had allowed the media to run roughshod over her. Perhaps she’d figured there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t make her seem bitter and had chosen to give the media nothing to work with. No words to pick apart, no lines to read between. Just Elain, several days later going to work with clear eyes and a bright, practiced smile. 

If she suffered, she didn’t show it. Lucien wondered what had fractured them. Maybe he’d find out. By Lucien’s estimate, they’d be together, conservatively, for a month. With the time it would take to get out to the outer reaches from the inner core and then the recon, the data collecting, and whatever else Elain hoped to achieve, a month assumed perfect circumstances.

It assumed nothing would go wrong. Lucien had never worked a mission like that. They’d have plenty of time to get to know one another, to impart painful truths and perhaps, if he was exceptionally lucky, plan a wedding.

Though, he wasn’t counting on that last one. 

Still, the thought put him to sleep in his hammock, tucked away in the obnoxiously loud hangar. He slept like a babe, used to the clanking and the shouting of military life, and woke an hour before Elain was supposed to arrive.

It had occurred to Lucien that the one thing he knew Elain and Graysen had in common was their impeccable sense of fashion. He could dress well, too, though too often what was the point? He was covered in oil half the time, and the other half splattered with blood or goo or some other substance he preferred not to think about. 

There was no point putting on his nicest pair of robes—the pair such a deep, forestry green that it made his skin seem to glow—but there was wisdom in digging out a pair of well-fitted brown pants and an equally tight blue shirt with the quarter sleeves.

Just so she could see the black inked tattoo on his forearm. The one that denoted his rank in solid black bars. No one called him Commander, but they sure as hell knew he was Commander Vanserra when they saw those six black bars. He wanted her to know that he was ambitious, same as her. 

He rebraided his hair after carefully pulling out the tangles, and shaved just enough to leave the stubble behind. It was rugged, he decided, and women generally liked that. At least, the ones he was in frequent contact with did. Why shouldn’t Elain, too? 

Lucien was buckling his belt low over his hips, weapons laying out before him, when he heard the punctual, polite, rapping knock on the door. He was grinning like a fool and he knew it, and still he couldn’t help himself. Lucien pulled his boots on and met her just outside the hangar.

She was a vision with a bag at her feet and her hair pulled in a neat chignon just at the nape of her neck. He suspected this was Elain Archeron’s attempt at looking nondescript, as if the hundreds of credits she’d spent on that deep blue cloak pulled over her beautiful face was anything but a massive neon sign that screamed wealth. 

She was in a white jumpsuit that hugged every inch of her—not that he was looking. 

“Ready?” he asked, leaning against the open door as the ramp slowly descended. Elain didn’t seem convinced of him, but that was fine. 

“As I’ll ever be,” she admitted, teeth sinking against her full, bottom lip. Lucien stepped aside, one hand outstretched to take her bag. 

“You’ll be in here,” he said, closing up behind her before gesturing for her to follow. Elain hesitated when she saw that little room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“We’ll be sharing?” she asked, her cheeks the prettiest shade of pink. It was Lucien’s turn to hesitate. If he said yes, he could force them into close quarters.

“No,” he replied, thinking it was better to give her some space. “I’ll be just outside. It’s not much, but it's better than nothing, don’t you think?”

Relief stole over her expression. “Yes,” she admitted as Lucien shoved her little bag inside. “I’m surprised there is enough space for a private room at all on this thing.”

“It was my only requirement when picking it out,” he admitted with a sly grin. In his mind, he was already upgrading to a nicer—albeit more expensive—model. One with a room big enough for them both to move around in. He assumed a Senator was used to yachts, but maybe she could get used to something smaller in exchange for speed. 

One thing at a time. 

He expected her to make a small fuss. To hole up in that room while he got them ready, but Elain merely followed after him, up the ladder and into the cockpit where she took the co-captain’s chair. He liked the sight of her there, hood down and wide eyed with excitement. 

That’s my girl, he thought, practically giddy.

“How does it all work?” she asked, watching him carefully flip switches. 

“Maybe I’ll show you some day,” he said, not wanting to make himself obsolete to her just yet. “But not today. Buckle up, princess.”

If he’d said that to either of her sisters, he’d have been shot in the face for it. But Elain merely rolled her eyes and did as she was told. 

Unaware she was a princess—his princess. 

And he’d do anything she asked.

ELAIN: 

“How long before we get to our outpost?” Elain asked, already bored. They’d been zooming through space for the better part of a day. Realistically, she knew it was going to take five days of non-stop, lightspeed travel. And yet part of her hoped Lucien knew some magical shortcut that would get them there by the end of the night.

Long legs stretched up over the dash, his datapad held in one of his broad, strong hands, Lucien Vanserra didn’t look her way.

“Five days,” he replied, thumb sliding over his screen. Elain sighed and Lucien finally looked over at her. It was an effort not to rake her eyes down his muscular body again. She didn’t think he’d appreciate being ogled when he was merely trying to fulfill his duty to her sister. Had Nesta chosen him specifically for how appealing he was? Or was Lucien really the best? 

“Yes, princess?” he drawled in that deep, warm voice of his. Elain suppressed a shiver. It had been so long since any man had made her feel anything but revulsion that she didn’t quite know what to do with herself. 

“I’m bored.”

That was enough to bring back his dimpled smile and to convince him to turn off his data pad. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you tell me what this little journey of ours is about then. The whole version,” he added pointedly.

So he wanted to know about her break-up, then. Elain swallowed some of her bitterness.

“Well. I guess if we started at the beginning then I’d say that I met Graysen Nolan back on Naboo during Feyre’s first campaign. I was helping her run it as her official diplomat to the Republic, and Graysen had been sent to get a feel for her. She was young, and everyone expected Nesta to run, but she’d recently run off with Cassian…it was a mess.”

He chuckled, but said nothing. It was invitation enough to continue.

“Father was…unwell,” she said, thinking that was the most charitable way to describe their fathers rapid spiral into misery. “And mother was dead. Nesta was gone and Feyre busy…I was just…”

Stars, but Elain hated admitting this to herself, let alone the beautiful man with the teasing eyes.

“Lonely?” he guessed.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “And Graysen was nice. It was a whirlwind, truthfully. I never had a moment to catch my breath. Feyre was elected and Naboo needed a new Senator and Graysen convinced me I ought to run and Feyre was begging me to…so I did.”

Elain swallowed hard. “When he asked me to marry him, I think he expected I’d drop out. And then, when I won, well…What he wanted was someone more domestic.”

“Okay,” Lucien said, still smiling though his eyes were tight. “I wasn’t asking about your breakup, for the record, but I guess it’s good to know Nolan is as much of an asshole as I always suspected. I assume this is why you want to go on this mission? Revenge?”

Well kriff. “No,” she said, a shade too defensive. “It’s been eight months. I’m not still…I don’t miss him. There was a bill up for vote in the Senate last month and Graysen waged war to kill it in a committee. I couldn’t figure it out—of course he comes from money, but who doesn’t know that at this point? His rivals point it out every change they get. Why wouldn’t he want to share who donates to his campaigns? It seemed like such a nothing bill, easily passed. And it made me start digging. I still have all his old passcodes,” she admitted sheepishly, thinking Lucien would think her low for snooping.

His real smile returned. “Clever.”

“He must have figured it out because he changed them, but I was in long enough to see a lot of his money leaving accounts for offshore banks in planets in the Outer Rim. And money came in, too—in huge sums, all unaccounted for. I did a little digging, and it turns out the First Raider Bank is used exclusively by the Hybern Corporation. And Hybern—”

“Deals in black market weapons,” Lucien supplied for her, rubbing at his stubbled jaw. Elain’s satisfaction returned.

“Exactly. I know I don’t have a lot to work with, but if I had some proof I could remove him from his seat and the Republic could have the transparency it so badly needs.”

Lucien, to his credit, didn’t add what anyone else would have—and your revenge. Elain wasn’t denying that was part of it. She’d loved Graysen. Believed the best in him, even when her sisters thought her stupid and naive. And he’d not only abused that trust, but he’d been lying to her the whole time. Sometimes, when Elain truly wanted to punish herself, she imagined what would have happened when she learned. How humiliated she would have been.

And how trapped. 

Instead, Lucien tilted his head toward her, body still facing the neon blue viewport and the blurred stars that illuminated the entire cockpit in blinding, burning white. “I’m in this until the end, princess.”

She wondered if he called her that because, technically, she was a princess. When she returned home, everyone addressed her as such—though no one called Nesta princess. They called her General. Elain didn’t mind it because Lucien didn’t make it seem mocking. 

“Well,” she said, suddenly embarrassed. “I should…I’m going to head to bed, if that’s alright with you.”

Lucien’s gaze returned to his data pad. One had waved for her to go, revealing six black lines inked against the skin of his forearm. Commander. 

He seemed awfully young for a rank so prestigious, and hardly showy about it like she might have expected. Nesta hadn’t said anything about it, either. Lucien, unaware of where her attention now lay, was fully immersed back in his holovid. 

Everyone she knew had managed to achieve such great, important things. Feyre was Queen of Naboo, her sister a General. Even this pilot, Commander Vanserra. And what was she, besides a joke? 

Elain climbed the ladder back into the hull, listening to the pleasant hum of the ship as she made her way back to the closet Lucien called a bedroom. Elain was used to shuttles and yachts with private ‘freshers and enough space to stretch out her legs and pace. Lucien’s private quarters housed a bed that might have fit them both if they laid chest to back.

An appealing idea, given the general shape of him. 

And likely totally inappropriate given he worked for her sister and this was just a job. Elain wasn’t sure she was even in the right space to indulge him. Something about the way he moved his body and the casual arrogance that radiated from him made Elain think Lucien wouldn’t say no if she invited him back into bed.

And he wouldn’t look at her twice when they were back on Coruscant. He’d get to say he’d been with the naive senator and she’d…she’d be humiliated twice. That was enough to convince Elain to carefully fold up the clothes she’d brought, dig out a towel and her night dress, and pad down to the equally tiny ‘fresher.

She knew she’d have to be quick on a ship this small. The water tank likely couldn’t support a full forty five minute break down beneath scalding hot water and Elain refused to rinse soap from her hair in the cold.

She felt a moment of wicked delight when she pushed the shampoo dispenser and found her favorite honey scented soap plunk into her hand. Had Nesta told Lucien, or did they just so happen to prefer the same? She’d ask him later—once she wasn’t in the shower, at any rate. 

Elain stepped out in a short, ivory night dress and her hair dripping down her bare arms as she tried to towel dry her wild hair. She’d wondered if Lucien would be sleeping in his pilot's chair and found a hanging hammock just between the ladder up to the cockpit and her own bedroom.

And Lucien, shirtless and staring at the water she was dripping all over his floor. This wasn’t a yacht, she reminded herself. This was his ship that had likely cost him a year's salary and she was careless.

“Sorry,” she said as Lucien stepped forward, one hand outstretched when she tried to toss the towel to the floor. 

“No,” he replied, his eyes unfocused. “No, you’re fine. Just…watch your step, princess.”

He never looked back up at her, which gave Elain the briefest opportunity to look at him without being caught. Lucien was…wow. Shirt gripped in one hand, the other still hovering in midair, while the rest of his body was lovingly carved by whatever god blessed pilots. Elain had the strangest urge to cross the gap between them and trace the muscled grooves of his golden brown skin with her fingertips.

Or her tongue, depending on his preference. 

But he wasn’t looking at her, his cheeks inflamed, and Elain suspected he was uncomfortable. So she offered him a smile he couldn’t see, murmured a good night, and vanished behind the closed door of the bedroom, cursing herself for making things weird between them on the first day.

It certainly did bode well for the rest of their mission.

LUCIEN:

He couldn’t sleep. Not with the image of that very shreddable nightdress clinging to Elain’s body, made sheer by the sheet of dripping curls tumbling over her shoulder was burned just behind his eyes. And he’d been shirtless, not that she’d noticed or cared. She’d assumed he was upset about the water, unaware Lucien was screaming at his stupid, useless cock to remain as it was instead of thickening with interest.

Like it was now, pulsating against his thigh and urging him to go and check on her, the utter bastard. Lucien warred between his rationality and his cock driven need to open the door and see how she was doing. In his mind, her hair would be a wild halo of curls around her beautiful face and those big, brown eyes would be half lidded from sleep. Maybe the tiny nightdress would have ridden up her hips and she’d pull at the blanket so he could slip in.

And Lucien would part her legs and—

“Stop it,” he hissed, refusing to even touch himself. He didn’t want to give in, like his cock was a living thing that could be rewarded and not a manifestation of his own aching need. He could go in the ‘fresher and handle his erection and it made him feel like a pervert. So Lucien remained in that swaying hammock, eyes closed as he ran through drills and listened to the gentle hum of the engine. Eventually his cock grew bored and deflated and Lucien fell asleep, too. 

He woke to the smell of food winding around him, filling his lungs and reminding him he was not alone. Lucien shifted, checking that he was still flaccid before opening his eyes. Elain had set up shop in the tiny little kitchen, if it could even be called that, frying eggs and panna cakes with a cheerful smile. 

“Another day,” she said when he all but fell from the hammock. Lucien flung a shirt over his chest quickly before making his way toward her. Elain eyed him hopefully, but the answer was unchanged.

“Four days,” he said in a sleep heavy voice. Elain’s smile threatened to drive him to his knees though he was appropriate enough. Maybe his smile bordered on sultry, but she didn’t seem to mind.

They went on like this for three days—sharing little bits of information or playing games where Lucien learned Elain had the most infectious laugh he’d ever heard in his life. He slept better than he ever had, despite the knotted rope digging in his skin. Maybe that was her, too, because Lucien had never had to fight his cock for the right to use his own blood the way he had been recently.

The day before landing, Lucien pulled up a holomap. “Florrum,” he said, letting Elain drink in the arid, desert planet now hovering before them. He couldn’t picture the pristine woman sitting beside him trekking through the desert, and yet the determined slant of her mouth told Lucien she would be. 

“We’ll land in the outpost tomorrow afternoon,” he said, bringing up the image of the oasis Doshar outpost was situated against. It was deceptively lush, though Lucien knew from his own research harsh sandstorms often wrecked the pretty greenery and made the sparkling water undrinkable without a filter. “Spend a day getting our bearings and plotting our course. I’ll need a little time to track down a speeder and we don’t want to go charging in. It might be worth your time to chat up the locals…see what they’ve heard.” Elain bit the inside of her cheek, nodding. “So maybe two days at the outpost.” She glanced over at Lucien before reaching into the pocket of the nice dress she wore. His heart stumbled at the sight of the plain, silver band now resting in her open palm.

“We’ll need a backstory,” she said, swallowing as he plucked that ring from her. Lucien slid it over his finger, admiring the way it looked. He’d have to wear it around his neck when he was back on Coruscant, but maybe another tattoo, inked where the ring would go? Beside him, Elain slid her own simple band over a slim finger before curling them into a fist. 

“Married,” he said with dizzying delight. “Good idea.”

“You could say you’re looking for work,” she suggested, sliding a hand over her flat stomach. Lucien’s heart pounded as she continued, “And I’ll say I’m looking for a place to settle for the time.”

Children. Because they were going to have a family and— “Good thinking,” he managed, unable to look her in the eye. “Smart.”

“You probably shouldn’t go around telling them you’re Commander Vanserra—”

Lucien’s whole body went achy and tight at the sound of his title coming from her lips. 

“So I thought we could be Rose and Fox.”

“Rose…and Fox…” he repeated, still fixated on Commander Vanserra. Commander Vanserra and Senator Archeron, married with three—no five—children, settled on Naboo after—

“Lucien? Would you prefer something different?” she asked, her voice timid and soft. Right. Pretend to marry her for now, really marry her when they arrived back home. 

“Fox is great,” he said, flashing her an easy smile. “Anything else I should know?”

A flush crawled up Elain’s neck. “No, I…that’s all I have. I didn’t want you to think…”

Lucien reclined back in his chair, the image of Florrum forgotten. “Think what? That you’re trying to trap a gorgeous guy like me into marriage?”

“No!” she exclaimed, immediately defensive. Lucien needed to get out of her breathing space for a minute or he was about to admit he wanted her to trap him. Despite being strangers, and despite the attraction simmering just beneath his skin, Lucien wouldn’t have told her no if Elain had said they needed to get married truthfully, nor would he have freed her from it once they were finished.

“Sure,” he replied with a wink. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

And though it was a flippant comment, he’d accidentally touched an old wound. Jes, who’d wanted to get married right until she didn’t, which had been, conveniently, the day before their planned wedding. Lucien considered, as he stood with a grin he knew didn’t meet his eyes, that he rushed into things.

He was always all in. Hadn’t he sworn he wouldn’t be hurt again? That he’d be more cautious next time, that he’d spent months—years, even—making sure the next woman loved him more than she loved anything else. That she, at the very least, loved him the way he loved her. Elain was none of those things and yet here he was, planning a whole future with her all the same.

His boots hit the bottom of the hold when he heard her say his name.

“Lucien!” Elain breathed, unaware he’d hurt his own feelings. Still, Lucien remained still, listening to the sounds of her carefully climbing down the ladder behind him. “If I upset you—”

“You didn’t,” he said, adopting an easy smile she thought she saw right through. “Trust me, there are a million worse things than being married to you.”

She didn’t smile back. “You’re the only one who thinks so,” she said, and Lucien wondered if they didn’t have matching wounds. He’d foolishly forgotten about Graysen. 

Lucien couldn’t help himself, turning to reach for that pretty, heart-shaped face. “Lucky me,” he murmured, letting her see some of his desire. Not all of it, but enough to settle her—to let her know he meant it. 

She sucked in a soft breath through her teeth. “Lucien—”

“Save it,” he replied, not wanting to hear her protests. Exhaling, Lucien dropped his hold. “Get to know Florrum before we land. I’m gonna…”

He was gonna what? They were practically on top of each other. He couldn’t escape her, not when she occupied his bed and all the private space on their little ship. Still, Elain waited, her chin tilted just enough that he could have reached for her again and kissed her. She might have liked it, too, if Graysen Nolan was the last pair of lips that had touched her.

“...use the ‘fresher,” he finally said lamely. 

Was it his imagination, or did some of the air deflate from her body? Elain murmured something polite and the pair vanished, getting about as far from the other as they could without flinging themselves into hyperspace. Lucien sat in the ‘fresher longer than was polite, head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. 

Get it together, Vanserra, he ordered himself. He knew he wouldn’t, just like he knew when he climbed back up into the cockpit and Elain turned in her chair, smiling up at him, that he was in so much trouble. A face like that…surely there had to be some other reason for the demise of her engagement? Did Graysen imagine he could do better? 

Lucien was certain no one could do better than Elain Archeron. 

ELAIN:

They landed at dusk, kicking up sand all over the viewport. Elain didn’t care, though Lucien frowned at the sight, eyes narrowed. She was practically giddy with anticipation, ready to put her boots on the ground and finally—finally—prove she was more than just some pretty nobody from Naboo. Overshadowed by her far more powerful, more interesting sisters. This was her shot, and the only one she’d get. 

Lucien had convinced her to ditch the cape, saying it was far too conspicuous in a place that seemed drenched in poverty. He was right, she reflected, and she might have told him so had they both not stepped onto the hangar so Lucien could immediately begin arguing with someone about cleaning up his ship.

Fussy. 

She wandered toward the edge, fingers curling over the railing that overlooked the outpost below. The image Lucien had shown her made it seem picturesque, but reality was far less kind. The grass was more brown than green, clinging to the sandy as an unforgiving wind battered it about. Everything had a fine layer of red sand dusting it—even the giant yellow sun dipping in the sky cast a hazy, bloody glow. 

Lucien’s presence at her side told Elain he’d managed to haggle out a price for fuel and repairs that he could live with. Was Nesta financing this trip for him, or had it come out of his own pocket? Lucien hadn’t asked her for credits which seemed unusual. Even Graysen had often opened his palm in the name of fairness.

“C’mon,” Lucien said, handing Elain a heavy brown jacket that smelled of smoke and oil. “Try not to breathe in too much of the air. I’ll get us some scarves in the morning.”

And that was that. He kept a hand on her back and his body angled as if something lurking in the sand was going to come running at them. Elain very much doubted anything would, though she had read that gundarks made their home on Florrum, though typically higher up on the cliffsides she could just make out in the distance. 

No sand monsters. Just sand, which was its own monster given how it was filling her boots despite the elevated walkway that wound toward town. Lucien seemed unphased and even the cruel wind somehow avoided his beautiful face, as if the world recognized he was special somehow. 

Or perhaps too beautiful to mar, which Elain agreed with. The galaxy had so few lovely things to start, it would be a shame to harm him further. Elain still wondered what had happened to his eye—who had wounded him? And why did it make her so angry? Elain had been trying to work up the nerve to ask him without making him feel self-conscious about it. The scars added something to his beauty, told a story of someone brave and clever—a survivor. 

Unaware of her own admiration, Lucien stepped in front of the cantina. Everything about him shifted so quickly she might have blinked and missed it. Gone was the serious pilot, the smiling man she’d come to know. All his worst traits seemed exaggerated when he stepped into the dim, artificially illuminated space.

No one batted an eye or even turned to look at them. It allowed Lucien to saunter up to the edge of the bar, wedging himself between two open stools so he could lean against his elbow. “Got any work?”

That…wasn’t what she’d expected him to ask. The barkeep glanced up at the pair of them, eyes narrowed for just a moment. Lucien certainly looked like the sort who came into places like this all the time. Elain might have appreciated his worn clothes and how he strategically hid his arm so the bars denoting his rank were no longer visible. He could have been any low-life looking for a job.

But she couldn’t. And when those pair of green eyes landed on her, Elain knew she couldn’t fake her easy, privileged upbringing. Lucien hadn’t mentioned that at all, and now she wished she’d thought of it.

“You’re looking for work?” the woman asked, turning her attention back to Lucien.

Lucien’s grin widened. “Got a pretty new wife to support. Her family didn’t like when I ran off with her.”

And just like that, Lucien had smoothed over every question on that lined, weathered face. The barkeepers shoulders relaxed and she went back to rubbing that filthy rag all over the equally filthy bartop. 

“Aye! Marcellus! Got you a taker!”

Lucien turned his head, angling his body in front of Elain so she was half hidden behind his bulk. From the shadows, a tall, lanky, dark haired, dark eyed man stepped forward. His gaze swept over Lucien first before turning to Elain. She didn’t think she quite liked the way his expression sharpened into something akin to hunger. 

“You want a job?” Marcellus asked Lucien, though he was still looking at Elain. 

“Pretty, right?” Lucien asked casually, hand drifting toward the blaster holstered against his muscular thigh. “If you keep looking at her like that, we’re gonna have trouble.”

“Ain’t never seen a woman half so pretty,” Marcellus replied, tipping his head in Elain’s direction. “Where’d you find her?”

“Corellia,” Lucien replied with a grin. 

Marcellus turned his attention back to Lucien. “Maybe it’s time to pay the core a visit.”

They laughed at Elain’s expense, but she didn’t care. So long as they believed she and Lucien were together, Elain didn’t mind a little male laughter in the form of bonding. From the corner of her eye, she watched him rest his hand on his blaster, a subtle warning that for all their joviality, Lucien would make good on his promise if he felt like he needed to. 

“What’s the job?” Lucien asked once Marcellus’s smile faded a bit. 

“Gundarks,” Marcellus said with a grimace. “You a steady shot?”

Elain reached for Lucien’s arm, squeezing slightly. The gesture wasn’t lost on their new friend, who glanced at her again. 

“Maybe we should go,” she said, letting her own anxiety creep in. “I’ll talk to my father, I’ll—”

“No,” Lucien interrupted smoothly, playing along perfectly. “I can take care of my new wife. Gundarks aren’t the worst thing I’ve faced, besides. Your sister, for one,” he said, earning another laugh from Marcellus. 

“I’ll bring him home mostly intact,” Marcellus informed her. Elain shrank back like the good, sheltered Corellian woman she knew he expected to see. In truth, Elain had never been to Corellia and had no idea what women were like there. She trusted Lucien knew what he was doing.

“Speaking of, you know any places with some availability. I think we’ll be sticking around for a bit,” Lucien told Marcellus. The barkeeper, still listening over the hum of conversation, leaned forward again.

“I got a place. It ain’t much, but it’s cheap.”

“I love cheap,” Lucien told her with an easy, beautiful grin. They worked out a price for the month and Lucien handed over credits without looking at her at all. Elain had been prepared to pay, even if only to continue with the charade. There was a tightness to Lucien’s shoulders as he paid and she wondered if this wasn’t a matter of honor that she didn’t understand.

He was given a key card and directions to their new home for the month with another murmured, remember it ain’t much, as if they hadn’t just spent a week on top of each other on his ship. Anything was better than the tiny room they’d been given. 

“I’ll meet you in the morning. You got a name?” Marcellus asked.

“Fox,” Lucien said with that same charming smile. “And this is Rose.”

“Well, Fox. I’d get your pretty woman a blaster if I were you.”

But it was the barkeep, with her narrowed eyes, that leaned toward Elain. “If you want a job, I got something for you. It’s not glamorous, but it pays.”

“Okay,” Elain said breathlessly, nodding her head with an earnestness that felt real.

“Come by when he leaves and I’ll get you set up.”

And that was that. Elain stumbled out an appreciative thank you while Lucien snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She felt his lips pressed into her hair, swore he inhaled softly. She was tempted to fling her arms around his middle and didn’t, if only because that wasn’t the sort of thing high born ladies did. She’d never seen Nesta act that way with Cassian when they were surrounded by people, though she knew her sister loved him enough to risk everything for him. 

Lucien led Elain back out into the rapidly cooling desert, his arm migrating from her waist to her shoulder so he could pull her closer. It was practical, given the wind whistled around them, throwing sand right into her mouth. Lucien was, once again, immune to the weather and the world, leading her through closed shops and little, round houses shut tight for the night. Their own was right in the middle of a rather nice neighborhood, rundown and shabby and yet she saw a child’s hovercar parked in front of a door a few houses down. People had a life, were happy here. 

The sight strengthened Elain’s commitment to bring Graysen down. The galaxy was filled with people like this, who just wanted safety and security. They deserved better than the rich getting richer off shady deals while funding terrorists to ensure that wealth.

Lucien opened the door with a, “Home, sweet home.”

The barkeep hadn’t lied. It wasn’t much at all. Three connected rooms that hadn’t been updated since the High Republic if that peeling, gold paint was any indicator. The kitchen seemed functional enough, and the bedroom had a closet at least—and a bed hardly any bigger than the one Lucien kept on his ship. Maybe he wouldn’t be directly on top of her, but he’d certainly be touching her. 

“I’ll sleep out here,” he said, peeking his head over her own when Elain turned on the light.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. She’d seen the sofa and its lumpy cushions. If he was going to clear out gundark nests, he’d need better sleep or he was likely to get eaten. “We’re married, right? We’ll sleep in the same bed.”

Lucien took a healthy step away from her, back in the hall that held the decently sized ‘fresher. “We’re not actually married,” he reminded her, shaking sand from his pulled back hair. “This is just a job.”

Elain swallowed the little hurt. Just a job. “I don’t want to explain to my sister why Gundarks ate her favorite pilot,” Elain snapped, her words just a shade too frosty. “I didn’t realize sleeping beside me was such a terrible prospect, but if you want to risk it, be my guest.”

She went to stomp toward the kitchen and see what they had in the way of cookware when Lucien’s fingers curled around her arm.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, looking down at her. Russet and gold were matched in their intensity. “The idea of sleeping beside you is a little too appealing. Surely you know that.”

“I don’t know anything,” she replied, wrenching her arm from his grip. There was no ire to her voice, though. In fact, Elain thought she sounded just a shade too suggestive given the way he was looking at her.

Still, it soothed her a little, knowing the attraction wasn’t one sided. 

“Would you like to?” he called after her retreating form. Elain shivered, though she didn’t turn. Yes, her mind screamed. Instead, Elain went to the kitchen just as she’d planned.

Silent and wondering how long they’d last before they gave in.

LUCIEN:

Elain was back in that silky ivory nightdress—the one with the pearls on the straps, a detail he’d missed before. She’d unbound her hair, letting it fall around her delicate, freckled shoulders. Lucien wanted to map them like a constellation, wanted to memorize them like star charts. Instead, he slid into bed beside her, nervous like this was his first time. Elain glanced over, her cheeks burning red and Lucien was glad he hadn’t put on a shirt. 

“Are you really going to clear out gundarks?” she asked once they were alone in the dark. Lucien resisted the urge to pull her against him, if only because he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands or his mouth to himself.

“I meant it when I said I’ve done worse jobs. It’ll give me a chance to get a read on the planet—and you a chance to hear the local gossip. If the Hybern Syndicate is working here, that’s more money and I’m a good shot.”

“You’re going to work for them?” she gaped, twisting so she was facing him. Lucien remained on his back, sliding his hands behind his head to keep them to himself.

“No, but an introduction never hurt anyone. Especially not you,” he added, though in truth it very well could hurt her. This was just recon, and not a takedown, and as long as no one recognized either of them, they couldn’t get hurt. 

Not badly, anyway. 

“I have a blaster for you,” he added, thinking of the weapon he’d left in the kitchen for her. “Shoot first, ask questions later. Nesta will kill me if I bring you home covered in bruises.”

“Nesta isn’t my mother,” Elain replied, shifting back to her original position. She kept rolling, until her back was to him and once again, Lucien had to fight the urge to pull her closer. He remained where he was long after sleep took Elain, his mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions. Nesta would want a report tomorrow, and Lucien didn’t know what to tell her. This was a monumentally bad idea, made all the worse by how fervently Elain wanted to see results. Lucien wasn’t convinced she would back down if they managed to find proof of Graysen’s connection—and that was what made Elain dangerous. She was untested, unpracticed, and too used to using her words as weapons.

The Hybern Syndicate would use weapons as weapons, and would hardly mourn the loss of one dead Senator. Lucien would, though, which made him risky, too. He lacked his usual distance and the ability to shrug things off. His mind was still in the cantina, on Marcellus and his lightning hot rage as the man looked Elain up and down with open appreciation.

Mine, she’s mine—it wasn’t rational, and yet he had been too close to putting a blaster bolt in the man's head if he hadn’t backed down. Lucien didn’t think he could handle a whole day listening to another man talk about how beautiful his pretend wife was.

In the end, Lucien gave in to impulse and pulled Elain’s pliant, sleeping body against his own. For as long as they were on Florrum, she was his wife and surely that meant he was allowed to hold her. 

He woke to a painful erection—the result of being relaxed and asleep and the scent of her shampoo burning in his nose—and the sound of knocking on the door.

Elain groaned. “I just fell asleep,” she mumbled as Lucien angled his hips away from her. Best not to assault her with his penis first thing in the morning. He didn’t release her though, burying his face in her hair to drink that floral, sweet smell. 

The sun filtered through a filthy window, betraying to Elain that she hadn’t, in fact, just fallen asleep. Elain pressed herself back against him, narrowly avoiding sliding her ass against his still interested, still very awake cock, unaware of how Lucien’s heart stumbled at the thought. He dind’t want to freak her out.

He wanted her to touch him.

“Fox! You still coming or what?!”

It was Lucien’s turn to groan, resting the urge to kiss her arched neck. “Another day, princess,” he said, though truthfully he was talking to himself.

“Give me a minute!” Lucien yelled, flinging the blankets off his body. By the time he’d managed to get himself into his pants, he was back to normal which was a relief. He didn’t want to face the gundarks still worked up over his pretend wife. 

“Here,” Lucien said, fishing in his pockets for some credits. “Get a couple scarves and whatever else you need to blend in. Nothing fancy,” he added, as if she’d be likely to find it. Elain sat up, her tangled hair tumbling down her back. 

“I have credits—”

“C’mon,” he chided, pulling his hair back in a rather sloppy bun at the nape of his neck. “What kind of husband would I be if I made you spend your own credits? And besides. Nesta will reimburse me for all the money I spend, so no harm done.”

“She wouldn’t do that for me,” Elain mumbled, taking the little gold and silver pieces.

“Exactly,” he said with a flourish, offering up a grin while he tripped into his boots. “Don’t forget your blaster, sweetheart. I love you!” he added loudly, pushing open the door a second later. 

Marcellus looked exactly the same as before, though his sleeve was rolled up. Lucien wasn’t stupid—he saw the half-hidden, black inked tattoo in the shape of what seemed to be a cauldron just beneath leather vambraces.

Marcellus wasn’t a simple good samaritan, then. Good. If Lucien impressed him, he’d be able to loosen his tongue with liquor, and maybe get that invite faster than he’d anticipated. 

“Ready?” Marcellus asked, running a hand through his closely cropped hair.

Lucien felt a pair of hands run up his back. Turning, he found Elain still in her nightdress. 

“You’ll take good care of him?” she asked, blinking wide, doe-eyes up at him. Kriffing hell, but Lucien was seconds from closing the door, damning the mission and convincing her all the reasons she should be his actual wife. 

“Very good care,” Marcellus replied, his expression just a little too friendly. 

“Yeah, okay, eyes up here pal,” Lucien grumbled, brushing his knuckles over Elain’s cheek. Their first kiss wasn’t happening like this. Not that Elain seemed to have gotten that memo, as she reached for his hand and pressed a sweet, soft kiss against his palm. 

“Be safe,” she said earnestly. None of it felt fake to Lucien, whose knees nearly buckled beneath the weight of her words.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he replied. 

And then they were gone, walking into the sand and the early morning heat. Marcellus whistled softly, leading Lucien to the blue and silver hovercar idling just off the path. “How’d you meet a girl like that?”

“Luck,” he said honestly. Better to pepper them into his lies to make them easier to remember. “The same way you meet any beautiful woman.”

“Need me that kind of luck,” Marcellus said with a smile. “But I don’t think I’d bring that kind of woman out to these parts.”

Lucien grunted, taking a seat beside Marcellus. “You would if you met her father. He had plans for her.”

“I’ll bet,” Marcellus replied. “You hidin’ out, then?”

“For now. Trying to find something long term, but I gotta start somewhere.”

“I might have a job for you after this, if you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.”

“I’ve never minded that,” Lucien said with a grin. That much was true—he was pretty sure he still had a little engine oil caked beneath his nails. The whipping wind silenced their conversation, and Marcellus was kind enough to offer Lucien a smoky smelling scarf for his face, if only to keep his lungs from filling with sand. Lucien hated Florrum, and was desperate to return to the artifice of Coruscant. There was no true weather at all—just a carefully controlled climate made by machines in order to keep the planet from total collapse. 

Marcellus drove Lucien out into the dune filled landscape, drowning him in a sea of red. Cliffs scaled a few feet in the distance with carved out holes likely made by the gundarks in question. 

“Got a nest of ‘em right up ahead,” Marcellus told Lucien grimly. “They’ve been harassing workers on their way to the mines.”

“Mines?” Lucien replied with genuine surprise. What could they possibly be mining on Florrum? Sand? 

“Some upstart from Coruscant’s little pet project,” Marcellus said flippantly, unaware this was exactly what Lucien wanted to know. “Not many from Doshar Outpost work there—conditions are rough and credits are low. But a lot more a few towns over do, and the gundarks are picking them off one by one. I’ll go half with you if you don’t die.”

“Encouraging words,” Lucien grumbled, swinging himself out of the speeder. So it was Graysen’s money funding this job. Lucien didn’t hate that, though he also didn’t like being so close to the man he was trying to take down. Still, he trusted Marcellus not to do too much blabbing—that would be bad for business, after all. 

What followed was, perhaps, the worst day of Lucien’s life. After scaling the cliffside, both he and Marcellus quickly found that gundarks in any number were a formidable foe. At least as tall as Lucien, with four arms, red fur, and the will to kill him, there were several back handed blows that convinced Lucien this would be his last day alive.

They stumbled back to the speeder closer to dusk, bloodied and bruised and exhausted. “Fuck you,” Lucien said, adopting the crudest language he could think of. “That was…that was a suicide mission.”

“It’s done,” Marcellus replied, swiping at a cut over the bridge of his nose. The unspoken words between them was, of course, that neither had truly believed they’d survive it. There must have been eight of them in that nest—no wonder so many people were being hunted. Lucien had questions about the mines, about Graysen, about all of it. 

And none of it mattered. Not as he fought to catch his breath and adjust to the ache of his body. Lucien indulged himself in a fantasy where Elain patched up all his little hurts like a good wife, though in truth he figured she’d admonish him loudly for being so reckless.

She’d just have to get used to that.

“I’ve got another job for you, if you want,” Marcellus told him, pulling outside the cantina.

“Pay me for this one, first,” Lucien grumbled, stumbling out of the car. “And then we’ll talk another.”

Marcellus chuckled. “You got it.”

Lucien pushed open the door, intending to wash himself up in the ‘fresher before going home to Elain. He didn’t need to bother. There she was, with a pretty yellow scarf tied around her head, hiding her hair and leaving just that beautiful face of hers visible. She’d taken his advice and gotten some new clothes, and the brown pants clinging to her hips, along with the pretty blue of her shirt tucked inside neatly, made Lucien forget all about gundarks.

Wife. That's my wife. 

Elain had an empty tray in one hand and an apron tied around her waist. “What happened to you?” she gaped, rushing between tables for him.

Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the ebbing fear. Lucien didn’t know what made him reach for her face, nor could he account for drawing her closer until his mouth slanted over her own. All Lucien knew was he couldn’t die without kissing her, at least once. 

He’d expected something polite back. Just enough to sell the kiss before pushing him away with get it together eyes.

That wasn’t what happened. Elain reached for him, too, arms tangling around his neck as she surged upwards for what, to Lucien, felt like a frantic, desperate kiss. Good. He forgot they were in a cantina, forgot he was covered in gundark blood. He even forgot his aching body and this mission that was going just a shade too well for his personal comfort. 

All he knew was the taste of her mouth—spicy and sweet, like she’d had a spice brew sometime that afternoon—and the way her tongue slid into his mouth so she could taste him, too.

A jarring touch on his shoulder pulled Lucien back. “Got your credits,” Marcellus said, offering up a tired smile. “Why don’t you sleep on it, get back to me sometime tomorrow about this new job. You were a damn good shot in there. Glad to have you at my back, Fox.”

“You too,” Lucien admitted, slipping his datapad from his pocket for a quick transfer. “I’m taking her home, if no one objects.”

The barkeep merely waved them on, uninterested in the small, personal drama playing out in the middle of her floor. Elain tripped forward, handing back her tray with a sweet, grateful smile. 

“Thank you for the job,” she said, her words endearing. She played the part of sheltered, naive princess so well. Even the barkeep's flinty eyes softened.

“You got it. Glad to have some help in this dump.”

“I’d carry you out, but I think my ribs are bruised,” Lucien told Elain ruefully, leading her back into the chill. It had been blazing hot all afternoon and now that night was approaching, they’d be treated to freezing weather again.

“What happened?” she demanded, reaching for his scratched up hand.

“Gundarks,” he replied grimly. “I’ll tell you all about it when we’re back inside.”

“Here,” she told him, unwinding a scarf from her apron for him. Orange, just like the little fox painted on his ship. Lucien wondered if she’d guessed, or that had been the only thing available to her. Another day he might have asked, but Lucien was merely grateful to be back inside their shared, temporary home. Tripping out of his boots, Lucien made his way for the ‘fresher.

“I’ll make dinner,” Elain called, reminding him he had no idea when he’d eaten last.

It was on the tip of his tongue—I love you—and he was grateful he didn’t say so. That kiss would surely be ruined by his stupid heart and his inability to look before he leaped. That had been his problem with the gundarks, with this mission, with everything he’d ever done. 

It would have been a lie to say he didn’t have a few regrets. Maybe someone else would have been better suited for this mission.

But Lucien knew one thing with absolute certainty: Nesta Archeron had sent him on this mission for a reason. And if Nesta thought Elain had nothing, and this was merely to placate her, she could have sent someone better suited. Someone more level, someone less likely to jump into things. That wasn’t Lucien.

That had never been Lucien.

ELAIN: 

Real or not real? 

All through dinner, that was Elain’s only, burning question. Had the kiss been real or had it been fake? It felt real, and there was no reason for it—everyone believed she and Lucien were married after the day of gushing she’d done. Not to mention, Elain’s worry as the hour grew later and later certainly sold the nervous, sheltered wife act. She was nervous…and maybe a little sheltered, too. 

And then Lucien had come in, looking every inch the hero Nesta had suggested he was. Cut up, bruised, and covered in blood that, for a second, she’d been terrified had been his. But no, gundark blood was so dark it was almost black, mingled against his own blood of which there seemed to be very little of.

The wanting slammed into her mere seconds before he did. He looked good. Better than good—incredible, like the sort of man she’d been waiting on her entire life. And then he’d kissed her and Elain had forgotten about their mission or even that they weren’t really married. Because of course this was her husband—her filthy, stupid husband—and he was safe.

And now he was clean. A little battered and bruised but alive and spooning a third bowl of her mediocre stew into his mouth. In between bites, Lucien recounted his day and the fight with the gundarks, unaware of how her heart stumbled every time he laughed off a near miss with death. As though it were all funny to him.

And all the while, all Elain truly wanted to know was if the kiss had been real. Did he mean to kiss her like that? Like the only thing keeping him on his feet was her? Or had it been part of his ruse for Marcellus? Tapping her fingers, Elain waited until he finished another bowl, groaning as he stood.

She cleaned while Lucien eyed her warily. “Are you okay?” he finally asked, walking toward the other side of the counter so he could lean his muscular body against the cool metal. His clean shirt clung to his chest, a vibrant blue that made his skin seem more sunkissed than usual.

“I’m fine,” she lied, because she wasn’t. 

“Are you upset with me?” he asked. And she wasn’t mad at him, either. Not when he’d managed to score a job with Marcellus, who might be connected to Hybern, and when he’d learned Graysen was operating a mine, for reasons Elain couldn’t untease. 

“No,” she said, looking up at him. “Of course not.”

“Then what is it?” he asked. Damp tendrils of auburn hair spilled over his shoulders, framing a face that was too perceptive for his own good. Elain blinked.

Nothing. That was what she intended to say. “Why did you kiss me like that?”

Lucien’s lips parted. “Because…” he swallowed hard, the knot in his throat bobbing ever so slightly. “Kriff, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…I crossed a line, and…I’m sorry.”

“So…it was for show?” Stars, but that hurt more than anything he could have said.

His expression sharpened. “Who said that? I said I was sorry for crossing a line…not that I was putting on a show.”

Finger beneath her chin, Lucien tilted her face so she had to look at him. “All I want to do is kiss you. All the time,” he added, just in case she didn’t understand. 

“All the time?” she repeated. “Like…right now?”

“Especially right now,” he agreed, drawing them closer. 

“Lucien—”

He silenced her plea to get on with it, a smile on his face. She could taste it, warm and bright and tinged with the dinner she’d made him. There was a soft exhale of air and then his fingers tangled in her hair, drawing her closer still, until she was flush against his body.

Lucien groaned from either want or pain—she couldn’t say for sure. Whatever it was, it didn’t keep him from banding her closer, to pulling her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was holding her in the air despite his many injuries. 

And the whole while, all Elain focused on was kissing him. The taste of his mouth, the softness of his tongue gliding against her own—all of it was too much. She wanted far more, wanted to peel his clothes from his body and have him whatever way he’d let her. 

Lucien grunted when she tried to pull the shift up over his head. “I want to,” he panted, pressing his forehead against her own. “You have no idea how badly I want to, but…”

But she was sliding back to the floor and the splattered bruises against his ribcage told Elain he was in far worse shape than she’d originally thought.

“Take it off,” she whispered, wanting to take stock of him. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Lucien tossed his shirt behind him, shrugging his cut up shoulders. He didn’t react while she ran her fingers over his toned chest, mapping the scars and bruises beneath her fingers. 

“Will you let me take care of you, at least?” she asked him.

His eyes flashed with heat. “Careful, Elain, or I’ll start thinking you’re my actual wife.”

Something in his tone made her think he might like it if she was. 

“What woman wants such a reckless husband?” she replied lightly, grateful he couldn’t hear the way her heart raced. “I’d be a widow before the year was out.”

His eyes tracked her, even when she reached for his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. “I don’t know about that,” he all but purred. “I’m deceptively resourceful.”

“I’m learning,” she replied dryly, shoving him gently to the bed she’d made after he left. “Stay here. I’ll dig out some bacta.”

Lucien laid flat, stripping to just his under things so she could slather his cuts in the thick, cold goo before gently laying a bandage over top.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say the princess was a healer,” he said, his voice strained and breathless. It didn’t take much to understand what had him so worked up. Elain had seen the bulge outlining those tight shorts the moment she’d settled between his splayed legs to clean up a rather nasty cut against his inner thigh. And maybe she’d lingered there, rubbing her fingers over his skin like she was checking for something internal, when in truth she merely liked feeling his muscles flex just beneath his skin. 

“Why do you call me that?” she asked him, settling back once she was certain he was as patched up as she could get him. “Princess? No one calls me that outside of Naboo.”

“You look like one,” he told her earnestly, rising up on his elbows to look at her still kneeling between his legs. “What else would you like me to call you?”

So long as he wasn’t mocking her, Elain didn’t mind if he called her princess. In fact, she didn’t think it was such an awful thing to be considered his princess. “Princess is fine.”

He grinned, gesturing for her to come toward him. Elain collapsed against the solid strength of his chest, burying a smile into his skin when his arms wrapped around her. His face was back in her hair, inhaling deeply before he kissed her gently. 

“My pretty princess,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her cheek. 

“Marcellus can wait a day,” Elain told him, laying flat on her stomach so she could look at him. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Lucien offered her that dimpled smile. “Oh? Hoping to keep me in bed, are you?”

“I have a job, don’t I?” she shot back without malice. “I’m working a little charm, too. But it would be nice knowing you’re here, tucked away and safe.”

“It’s tempting, but if you’re leaving, I am too,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. 

“Because this is a job?” she asked anxiously. 

“Because I’d be a shitty husband if I laid in bed all day while my wife worked. I’ll take care of myself,” he added hastily, offering another warm kiss. 

“Promise?”

Lucien placed a battered hand against his bruised chest. “I swear it on the vows we made the day we got married.”

Elain offered him a loud, exaggerated sigh of exasperation, but Lucien was still grinning. “He knows I need the money. He’ll expect to see me tomorrow. And I want to know what’s going on with that mine and how it all connects. Trust me,” he added. 

Elain settled beside him. 

“I do.”

[pinkflufflybunny7]

At the Capitol Station:

Warinigs: Sad, very very sad. Mention of dead. 🥲❤️‍🩹💔 I try to adapt a little the story of the song En el Muelle de San Blas by the band Maná. Only instead of on a dock, at the Capitol Train Station.

"She said goodbye to her love, he left on a boat at the San Blas dock. (on a train at the Capitol Staion)"

Today was a sad day, you said goodbye to the boy you loved at the train station. He would leave to the twelfth district, where he would be for a timeserving as a Peacekeeper. Despite this, he had promised that he would become a medic and could finish his years of service in a district closer to the Capitol, hopefully on two. But above all, he would come back so the both of you could get married.

He swore he would return, and soaked in tears she swore she would wait.

— Don't be sad, little butterfly. This won't be the last time we see each other. I will come to see you whenever they give me permission, I will call you and send you letters as many times as possible. — Said the boy while he dried the tears that ran down your cheeks with his thumb.

— I know, I know you will. That you are not going to forget about me. But Sejanus, I'm going to miss you so much, baby. — you responded, playing with his fingers, while you couldn't stop the tears from coming out of your eyes again. — I'm a crybaby, I know. — you added with a sad pout. You looked at the hand in which you had the engagement ring that he had given you the day before and smiled. — But I swear I'll wait for you. I love you so much that it doesn't matter how old you are. Truly, I will wait for you my Sejanus. — You told him, caressing his cheeks after having taken his face in your hands.

—I would like not to make you wait so long. And I won't tell you that you deserve better, someone to be with you all the time because I already tried, and you scolded me. — The brunette commented, letting out a soft laugh before placing a kiss on your forehead. — But nothing makes me happier, and gives me strength to face what I have to do, than knowing that when all this happens you are going to be my wife. — He added. The boy now had his arms around your waist. — I love you too much. —Sejanus finished before they gave one last kiss at the train station.

The days went by and feeling sad was normal. But waiting for that call, that letter, made the illusion return to you. It wasn't easy to miss someone you considered your better half. In the last letter, he had told you that he had made new friends. That Coryo had found Lucy, and that they had all visited a nice lake that you would surely like. That had left you happy. It's just that the somewhat that nervous expression in his eyes the last time you spoke to him on the video call threw you off. Something was happening to him, and he didn't want to tell you. Sure not to worry you. Before he hanged the call you were about to ask what has happening when suddenly the call was cut off. The signal with the districts was terrible.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

This morning, you had found your mother's wedding dress, and you insisted on wanting to try it on. You wanted to see how you looked like as a bride, plus she had promised you could use it at your wedding with the Plinth. — How do I look, grandma? — you asked as you walked around and stood in front of the mirror.

— Beautiful! You will be the most beautiful bride. — Grandma said happily with a big smile on her face. — Daughter, go see our princess in your wedding dress. It'll just be a second, please. —The old woman commented when she saw her daughter, who was talking to someone at the door. It was Strabo, he seemed to have a more somber and serious expression than usual. — I'm coming, mother… — the tone in the woman's voice was somewhat trembling.

Mr. Plinth left, and your mother closed the door after him. She walked towards you with a worried and sad expression on her face. — Honey… come here. — She said, extending her hands to take yours and then pull you into a hug. She didn't even want to take a good look at how you looked dressed as a bride. At that moment, Grandma knew something wasn't right, and so did you in the depths of your heart. A shiver ran through your entire body. Soon you felt that all your thoughts were clouded, your heart hurt, a lot.

— I'm so sorry, darling, I really am. — Your mother said as she took your face in her hands. — No, that's not true. It's dad's plan to separate us. He never liked him because he was from the district. I knew it… I knew it. — you said in a muffled tone of voice. —Sejanus is coming back, mom. He promised me and I believe him. He's fine, he's fine… — you said repeatedly in denial. Sejanus Plinth couldn't be dead.

— What's more, I'm sure he will be at the train station by now. Today he was supposed to arrive. They were his days off, and he had permission to return home for a few days. — You pointed to the calendar, sure of what you were saying. — I'm going for him, he has to see how pretty the wedding dress looks on me. He will be very happy. I love the two of you, I'll be back. — you indicated to them. In your delirium of pain, you were convinced that he would return. That you just had to be patient and wait. So you took the skirts of that dress in your hands so that it wouldn't drag on the floor, and you headed to the exit before the astonished gaze of your mother and grandmother.

— Daughter, come back. Where do you think you are going? —The woman said, while she tried to prevent you from leaving. — Mom, I already told you. I'll wait for Sejanus to arrive. I'll go to the train station. — There were several attempts by both of them to stop you from doing it, but it was in vain.

¨Thousands of moons passed And always she was at the station, waiting¨

At first, you only went on the days when the peacekeepers were supposed to return to visit their families at the Capitol. But then the visits to the station became constant. There came a day when you didn't want to leave that train station. Days, weeks, months, and years passed. And you were still at that station waiting for him.

¨She was wearing the same dress. In case he came back, he wouldn't mistake. Her hair became white, but no train returned her love. ¨

Many years passed, and no one could get you out of that station. You were still wearing your mother's wedding dress and the engagement ring on your finger. However, your hair was disheveled, the dress was shabby, and your gaze was lost.

¨And one afternoon in April, they tried to transfer her to the asylum. No one could tear her out, and they never separated her from the station.¨

There were many times they tried to admit you to a hospital, but they couldn't. 65 years had passed since that tragic day and the new tributes from 12 arrived at the new and fast train. Maybe your mind did not reason and you no longer even had a notion of time, however you knew where that train came from.

So even when the peacekeepers tried to stop you from speaking to the tributes, you managed to do it. — Darlings. Do you know when Sejanus Plinth will return to the Capitol? We were supposed to get married, but it's almost time for me to go… and he's not coming. He is a handsome young peacekeeper, with dark hair and doe eyes. — you explained to the young couple.

In the twelfth, there were stories of the peacekeeper who was hanged for treason on the hanging tree. Of course, to those in the district he was someone who was on their side, and he definitely hadn't done anything wrong to deserve what happened to him. The young woman was about to let go of reality, this was Katniss Everdeen who usually had no filter, and she wasn't even malicious, she just had little tact. But before she spoke, the boy intervened when he saw the expression of loneliness and sadness in your eyes. They were already the eyes of an old woman, a flower withered by time and sadness. Which made him feel sorry for you. You were just looking for an answer, someone to give you that news that you waited for so many years. — You can be calm. He will join you soon. You will be together again. —The young blonde assured her.

—Why did you tell her that, Peeta? — The girl questioned.

— Because it's what she needed to hear. Also to a certain extent it is true. Look at her Katniss, so old, frail, and sick. We both know he didn't even get a chance to grow old. But so even if he is not in this life, in the next they will meet again. And I think that it won't take that long. — the boy admitted.

¨In the town they called her the crazy woman from the Capitol Station.¨

— Ah, I see that you met the Madwoman from the Capitol Station. — A man was heard commenting to them as he walked alongside the pair with a drink in his hand. The peacekeepers had finally managed to get you away from the tributes. For some reason they had more tolerance for your interventions because every year it was the same. Also, crazy or not, you were still Capitoline. The difference was that this time that boy had restored your hope.

¨She stayed there, she stayed until the end. She stayed there, she stayed at the Capitol Station. ¨

Almost without strength, you managed to sit on an empty bench and watch the train go by, like every day. You closed your eyes and fell into a deep sleep. When you opened them again, there was the love of your life in front of you. Dressed in his formal suit, again with his curls. There was a small mark on his neck, but you didn't pay attention to that. You only focused on having him in front of you again.

— Butterfly, I came back for you. Did you think I would abandon you? I'm sorry it took so long. I wanted to be with you before. Forgive me. — he told you, extending his hand to you so that you could stand up and take it. — I told you that I was capable of waiting a lifetime for you, and that's what I did. You're already here and that's what matters. — Make sure by caressing his cheek. — I love you with all my heart. — you declared. — I also love you with all my heart, little butterfly. — Sejanus replied before kissing you in a long, tender kiss.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | seventeen

Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man *Noah's POV* (sorry I know it's a lot of Noah but the story just flowed better from his prespective) After another hour of teasing and intense flirting, we left the bar and decided to head back to the hotel. The weather was so nice and warm when we walked towards her car. My eyes wondered down to our intertwined hands, our Naruto tattoos almost mirrored each others. I never believed in the invisible string theory, but how many people do you know that have matching tattoos that weren’t planned? A world where she isn’t with me just doesn’t exist to me anymore.

“Are you okay?” Ellie asked as we got to the car, I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts I realized I hadn’t said anything since we left the bar. “More than okay.” I assured her. “I just had the best day with the most beautiful woman in the world, and it’s only 4 o’clock.” “Yeah, I had this really hot tattooed guy spend the day with me today too, it was amazing.” I rolled my eyes at her joke and she lightly pushed me away, not before I could grab her hand and pull her back into me. I lifted her chin so I could kiss her gently, she held onto me tightly as she got on her tip toes. The wine mustive given me some confidence because I picked her up and put her on the hood of her car, kissing her more. Ellie’s hands found their home in my hair and gripped onto her thighs, kissing her deeper. I could feel her smiling against my lips and I loved every second of it, not caring who saw us. I was in love with this woman and I wanted the world to know it. *Ellie’s POV* After spending the most incredible day with Noah we decided to spend the rest of the night in our hotel room since we’re leaving early tomorrow morning. When we got back to the hotel room we cuddled in bed and had an unplanned nap together. The clock read 7pm when I finally rolled over and got out of bed. I was going to wake Noah up but he was sleeping so peacefully beside me so I quietly ordered us some room service. I wasn’t sure what he would want so I ordered chicken tenders with a side of fries cause I was starving. After that I went into the bathroom, did my skincare and changed into one of Noah’s shirts with just a pair of underwear on underneath. As I got changed my phone started to buzz, it was Danielle. “Hey stranger.” I whispered as I slipped onto the patio, deeply regretting leaving my legs exposed but whatever. I just wanted to let Noah sleep. “How’s my girl?” Danielle replied loudly. I heard music behind her, telling me she was at work. It sounded right up my alley, making me wonder who was playing. “Well your girl is staying at very nice hotel with the lead singer of Bad Omens…I feel like I’m waiting for someone to pinch me.” I said as I looked back inside, seeing Noah starting to stir. “Well honey, I hate to tell you, this isn’t a dream…you’re with Noah Sebastian.” The music got a lot louder before it faded completely, telling me she went backstage towards her office. “Was that Amity playing in the background?” “Yeah but they sound like shit, I have no idea who the opener was and five people got thrown out already. It’s a nightmare over here, I’m gonna have so much fucking paperwork tomorrow.” She sighed deeply, I don't know how she works in HR. “I would’ve invited you but I don’t know what is going on with you, also, what the hell is going on with you?” “A lot.” I chuckled. “Tyler got the papers, he just gave up and is giving me whatever I want. We’re putting the house up for sale so I’m gonna start looking for an apartment next weekend. He’s also taking Liam to his parents for the next few days so I’m gonna go to Vegas tomorrow with Noah to see him play again.” “El, that’s amazing! I know that my mom said Tyler looked fucking horrified and put his tail between his legs so I’m not surprised. How is everything going with Noah?” “Unreal.” I started, replaying this afternoon in my head. “We went to the aquarium this afternoon and I took him to Vieve for some drinks afterwards. He even mentioned getting his own apartment here because he really likes it, and to be closer to me.” “Wow El, does that scare you at all?” “No.” I responded confidently, “Danielle, he told me he’s all in for me and I know he’s being genuine about it. I’m still going to have my own space and if things don’t work out he can go back to California.”

“I trust your judgement and I trust Noah.” I breathed a sigh of relief because she was so protective of me and who I let in my life, especially after everything Tyler put me through. I felt a little guilty not mentioning that Noah was gonna stay with me first but I can save that for another day. “Just look after yourself and enjoy your freedom but don’t lose him in the process. From what I saw, he looks like he’d walk through fire for you.” “Well I’m definitely in love with him.” I said as the door cracked up, causing my heart to jump a little. I looked up and Noah sent me the softest smile before kissing the top of my head. “I gotta go.” “Okay, call me when you land tomorrow?” “You know I will. Goodnight.” “Danielle?” Noah asked me as I stood up. I just nodded as he pulled me into a warm embrace, his hands ran under my shirt and caressed the band of my underwear. “This shirt looks better on you than me.” “Is it the shirt or the fact that I’m not wearing pants?” I joked before kissing him. “It’s probably that.” He smiled against my lips, his thumbs applied pressure onto my sides making me gasp a little. “I just wanted to let you know our food is here.” “Okay, I’m right behind you.” I said between the kisses he planted sporadically on my mouth. God, I never wanted him to stop kissing me, the taste of him was so addictive.  We went back inside and ate our food in bed as we settled on a rerun of bobs burgers. After a few episodes we settled into bed and Noah instantly fell asleep and I laid there and just studied him. He was so beautiful and I didn’t care if that didn’t make sense to anyone but it made sense to me. My eyes started to close finally and I drifted off to sleep, already excited for what tomorrow was going to bring. 

[melhindips]

🚨 Update on the current field situation in the Gaza Strip as of 09:00 PM on the 335th day of the war on Gaza:

⭕️ Northern Governorate:

▪️ 4 martyrs and wounded as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a gathering of citizens near Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza.

▪ The water desalination stations in the Gaza and North Governorates are still struggling to provide service due to the lack of fuel necessary for their operation.

▪️ For the tenth month, the Israeli occupation has prevented the entry of vegetables, fruits, frozen goods, and basic materials into the Gaza and North Governorates.

⭕️ Gaza Governorate:

▪️ 3 martyrs as a result of an Israeli bombardment on a group of citizens near the Musab Bin Umair Mosque in the Zaytoun neighborhood southeast of Gaza City.

▪️ 2 martyrs and wounded due to an Israeli bombardment on a residential apartment in the "Ajjour" building near the Abbas intersection west of Gaza City.

▪️ Injuries due to an Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Hassan" family in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood in northern Gaza City.

▪️ Injuries due to an Israeli bombardment on a house belonging to the "Zino" family in the Daraj neighborhood on Yafa Street east of Gaza City.

▪️ For the thirteenth day, Israeli occupation forces continue to advance in the Zaytoun neighborhood.

▪️ Heavy bombing, demolition, and burning of citizens' homes south of Street 8.

▪️ Very heavy artillery bombardment on various areas north of Street 8, specifically in the areas of the Square of Abu Talib, the Al-Maslabah area, Abu Habib intersection, and the Islamic Complex area.

▪️ The occupation forces continue to prevent the entry of cooking gas since the beginning of the war until this moment, forcing citizens to resort to using alternatives made of nylon, cardboard, and fabric, which may pose a danger to lives and property.

⭕️ Central Governorate:

▪️ 4 martyrs and wounded as a result of Israeli shelling on the tents of displaced persons at the Martyrs of Al-Aqsa Hospital in Deir al-Balah in the middle of the Gaza Strip.

▪️ Two martyrs and wounded due to Israeli shelling on a house belonging to the "Abu Warda" family in the New Camp north of the Nuseirat Camp in the middle of the Strip.

▪️ A child martyr and wounded as a result of Israeli artillery shelling in the Abu Jalal area east of the Maghazi Camp in the middle of the Gaza Strip.

⭕️ Khan Younis Governorate:

▪️ A martyr as a result of Israeli shelling on a tent sheltering displaced persons west of Khan Younis city.

▪️ Injuries due to very heavy Israeli artillery shelling on several scattered areas of Khan Younis city.

⭕️ Rafah Governorate:

▪️ Two martyrs as a result of Israeli shelling on citizens in the Masbah area north of Rafah city.

▪️ Recovery of six bodies of martyrs since this morning from various areas of Rafah city.

▪️ Israeli shelling and demolition of residential buildings northwest of Rafah city.

Thursday, September 5, 2024.