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blkgirl-writing · 8 months

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Hi, I saw your smut requests post and was wondering if you could write one about touch starved Gale finally being alone with reader/Tav and getting his satisfaction? (Yeah, I got inspired by your nsfw headcanons about him, how could you tell?) Please and thank you!

PS Can I be 🧀 anon?

What happened at the moon lit pond

Gale X Fem!Reader

Baldurs gate 3

It’s been, probably three years since I’ve written a full fanfic? I’ll admit I’m probably a little rusty. Thank y’all for hanging in, and I hope this fulfills our nerdy wizard boy needs. thank you so much 🧀 anon for the request! I hope you stay and request some more.

Important tags: lots of pining, some angst (no sad ending), smutty (male and female Masterbation, male giving female oral), spoilers for gales mid game story, romance, Gale is an anxious mess, The thought of gale brushing his hair from his face got me GOING 😩

Word count: 1.9k

(Part 1.5 HERE) (PART 2 HERE)

(Gale headcanons that inspired this here)

Gale didn’t know how to handle these new feelings for you. He makes a fool of himself everyday, it seems. He always offers you a slice of his bread, even if you gave your own, he saves some of his own morning coffee for you, since he wakes up earlier, and even warm it up for you with a spell.

He simply wanted you to like him. That would be all he needed, but anything else that may follow that would be a true blessing. Gale wanted nothing more than to make you laugh, to see your smile and know he was the reason why, to camp and be the first and last person you’d speak to before sleep.

Gale wouldn’t let his mind wander much past that, or he tried to not let it. The occasional dream would slip through where you were his, and he was yours. It simply put him in panic mode In the waking hours, trying to not be obvious, scared you’d find out, what exactly? He wasn’t sure. You were too kind to break his heart so effortlessly, like he feared you would.

Endless scenarios danced in gales head of rejection, humiliation, and what would happen if he let himself go, life he was tasked to do. It wouldn’t take much, to convince him to live. Friendship, a place to call home, even if it was ever moving. Company he could entrust his life to. It was all so appealing. Luring him into life, breathing a new passion into his purpose, one he’d lost many years ago, sometime when he was alone for so many years.

Those thoughts seemed to linger on forever, sweeping over his barely conscious brain to awaken him again, rustling him from what could be a good nights rest. Eventually, Gale decided to just get up and go for a walk.

Camp had been set up in one of the most beautiful places any of you had seen. Waterfalls tinted emerald green, sand fine and shimmering in the light, may it be sun or moon. I’m one of those waterfalls, he found you.

Waist deep in the pond. Skin and hair dripping wet, shining more than usual water would, adding a silver glow to the night. You looked better than a goddess could ever imagine, and still, his eyes never dipped below you shoulders, even though he deeply wanted to look lower. Instead, he stood there, looking like a fucking idiot, gods know how long. Maybe a tree branch snapped, or maybe you finally snapped out of your trance, but your head whipped in his direction, eyes darting across the small beach, only relaxing when you realize only gale stands before you.

“Oh, Gale, it’s just you…” you let out a deep, jagged breath, the anxiety flowing out of your body just as quickly as it racked through it.

“Just? Are you disappointed?” Gale smirked, although his heart raced in his chest, one word and he'd sulk back to camp, but gods he wanted to stay and spend the whole night with you under the stars.

“Far from it, really. I was just thinking about how much you’d enjoy this view if you were here” you tore your eyes away from Gale, focusing on the stars. “I thought it may remind you of waterdeep. You paint a very beautiful picture of home.”

“I can think of a few things much, much more beautiful than Waterdeep,” his voice low, raspier than usual. Easily explained away from the lack of sleep or old sleeping bags, not for what it really was. Deep yearning, wanting, needing.

“I’d love to see them someday, then.”

“We’ll just have to get you a mirror, then,” “All the beauty in the world would reflct

"Gale, I-" You finally looked into his eyes, he wore his heart on his sleeve, at least for a moment. Those puppy eyes, dark bust glistening in the full moonlight, his hair messy from turning in his sleep, he wanted you, in many more ways than one. Gale's emotions could never be that simple, of course.

"Well," you walked towards him, water inching lower and lower, revealing more and more of your body, yet gales eyes stayed on yours. "Why don't you join me for a swim. It's a beautiful night."

"an offer I could not refuse." Gale's face was plastered with that cocky smile, the one that could melt anyone into a puddle in seconds.

He might have been a gentleman and kept his eyes upwards, but you were not so much, Gale untied his robes, gods why were there so many damn layers? It was quite a sight, his little mannerisms that showed more of him to you than he had shown to you. He was nervous, his fingers missing the simple ties frequently, he got annoyed by his hair getting in his eyes, a grimace appearing before he swept his hair behind his ear.

Your eyes lingered on his circle smoke tattoo, his toned arms, his downright massive hands. he was more tan than you realized, To be fair, he's always covered in those loose robes, leaving you to wonder what was underneath. You were more than happy to finally be finding out. But not below the waist.

"Isn't it a bit cold to be this naked?"

"The water is warmer than the air, I promise." You extended a hand out to Gale, even though he was feet away from you. "Come on, Gale from Waterdeep being afraid of some cold water? Sounds redundant."

"You got me there." He finally stepped into the glimmering pond surrounded by rocks and sand, enough to have your own little corner, to lessen the echo if it was needed. The whole camp didn't need to know all of your business. It must've been a magical lake, as both you and Gale noted separately. Unnaturally still, even when you moved freely, small glowing lights pooled at your sides, occasionally bubbling into the air once you leaned against a large, bright rock.

"May I ask what you were doing out here at this hour?" Gale spoke, still much further away from you than he wanted to be,

"Can I not take a mid-night swim?" You raised your brows in a questioning glance his way "A woman needs time to herself. These days and nights have been very stressful."

Gales very audible oh, slipped through the silence. "You don't have to relax alone." His eyes finally gave in to the need, scanning your body with a low moan slipping past his lips. His excitement was immediate, brushing against your lower stomach all the way past your navel.

"You've wanted this." You stated, brushing your hand against his thigh.

"There's plenty of magic around us, I want the Gale right in front of me." You dared to inch even closer, his thigh fully slipping between yours, inches away from touching your pussy. His hands floated inches from your waist, "Let me give you everything"

"Give me everything" With that, Gale's hand grabbed your waist, gently guiding you onto his thigh, motioning your hips down and swaying only him. The sensation sent sparks flying through his body, you were right in front of him, completely bare and rocking with pleasure onto him. Better than any dream he'd thought up, any fantasy that ran through his head even at the most inappropriate of times. Yes even during the throws of battle. Even in hard times like that, he was so drawn to you.

Gales other hand came up to your jawline, tilting your head so he could latch his mouth around your neck. Deep marks left behind while he inches his way in hickeys up your neck, jaw, and finally to your lips. Any semblance of anonymity flew out the window, not a single person could miss what he gave you, artfully placed dark spots painting your skin. "I have never seen such a beautiful being in my life"

"I could say the same about you gale," You said betwixt breathy moans, picking up the pace of your grinding hips against his thigh, his hand on your waist moving between a tight grip on your ass, and a light but so effective caress of your clit. Every time you got so close, his fingers moved, he was teasing you. His cocky smirk felt even through his kiss.

"I want you to come on my mouth." As if he was reading your slightly frustrated thoughts, "I want to taste you in my dreams."

All you could manage was a frantic nod, a mumbled yes, and shakily hoisting yourself up onto a rock that was perfect for gales pretty head to be between your thighs. Gale pushed your thighs apart with one hand, which stayed firmly grabbing onto you. The other sneaked up your thigh, tracing patterns along your skin. "Gale, please," you whispered out of pure desperation. The only warmth coming from your feet still in the water, otherwise your skin exposed to the biting air.

"All you had to do was ask, my lady" Gales fingers easily slid into you, curling up and pumping in and out, while he leaned into your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he placed one kiss just to the right of where you needed him to be. All he needed was to be touched, to touch you. Your legs wrapped around him to get Gale even closer, urging him closer.

"Touch yourself" Barely a whisper, but Gale caught it, and certainly didn't need to be told twice. Secretly, he could cum from this alone, your taste, how soft you were, how loud you could get. It was more than enough to orgasm right there with you, however, that is not exactly how he wanted your first sexual experience to go. His hand clutching your thigh came to his cock, rubbing much faster and harder than he was fingering you. he was eager. He wanted this to last forever, he wanted you to cum again and again and again into his mouth. He wanted his face even more dripping from your juices.

"Gale I can't hold it-" You nearly screamed, his tongue swirling and sucking, lightly biting, it was almost too much. Then, he moaned. A loud, deep moan and that was it. Vibrations running through your body from his mouth. there noise that left your mouth could've been heard across Baldurs gate, you silently thanked this magical pound for being so secluded, as you would be borderline embarrassed if people heard. Gales didn't come back up for hair until he was sure you were finished, getting every last drop of you.

"You certainly are loud" Gales tone was so smug it almost made you laugh. You gripped onto his shoulders as he swept you down from the perch, pressing his whole body to yours. After all that, after her definitely came, he was still so hard, and so pressed against you that you couldn't help but gasp. "I want to hear that again."

"Hear what, exactly?" you teased, lifting a finger to trace his chest.

"To hear you cum," his lips dipped down to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, before he rasped "and to feel you on my cock."

Part two, here

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 months

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Hi. Could you write a rafe smut with 16 and 7 ‘’Be a good girl and spread your legs.’’ + ‘’Does that turn you on?’’

Here it is, part 2 of Rave x Thornton!reader (part 1 here)

Warnings: 18+, smut, p + v, mention of oral (f receiving)

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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It was past 1am when the boys came home from the club. Judging by the voices, Topper's 23rd birthday had been well celebrated. Your brother didn't abuse alcohol very often, but you could hear his drunk voice talking to Rafe in the hallway.

You laughed quietly. Happy birthday, Top!

You heard his door close, then shortly after Rafe's opened. He didn't turn on the big light, moving around in his bedroom as he was taking off his clothes and tossing them in a corner before going into his en-suite bathroom for a quick shower.

When he came out of his shower, that’s when he noticed you in his bed.

‘’What are you doing in here?’’ he asked, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

You didn’t move from the comfort of his pillows. ‘’I told you I was taking your bed.’’

‘’I never agreed to that. Get out.’’ Rafe dropped his towel and opened one of his dresser’s drawers to pull out a pair of clean underwear. He didn't care that you saw anything. It was nothing you hadn't seen before - or tasted.

You propped yourself up on the pillows, grinning mischievously. ‘’Come on, Rafe, you’re really gonna kick me out at this hour of the night? I’m already in bed.’’

‘’I don’t care. I don’t let people sleep in my bed.’’ He walked to his bed and yanked the covers from you, catching the small matching pink pajama set you were wearing. It was hugging your figure in a way that made his cock twitch. ‘’Take a pillow and get out. I have shit to do in the morning.’’

‘’I’m not sleeping on the fucking couch,’’ you said stubbornly, tipping your head up to look at Rafe.

The latter groaned, his patience wearing thin at this hour of the night. Without warning, he reached down and firmly grabbed your ankles, roughly pulling you towards the edge of the bed.

You grabbed at the sheets, trying to resist his grip, but he was stronger. ‘’What are you doing—’’

‘’Getting you out myself.’’

‘’I'm not leaving,’’ you repeated, pushing at his hands and kicking your legs and feet. ‘’Let go of me, Rafe.’’

In the midst of your erratic movements, one particular hard pull made Rafe lose balance and topple over you on the bed. The scene felt right out of a cliché enemies to lovers rom-com. Your first instinct was to push him off you, but then it came to your realization that you could use this position to your advantage.

‘’Let's make a deal,’’ you suggested, trying to ignore the heavy body on you. ‘’Earlier, we got interrupted before I could fulfill my second part of the agreement. So, how about I let you fuck me and you let me stay here?’’

‘’Absolutely no—’’

Before he could finish his sentence or get up, you pushed your hips up, purposely rubbing your bottom halves together. Although there was thin cotton separating both, the contact made Rafe groan — and his cock stiffen. He usually didn't get hard so fast, but the alcohol in his blood was making his hormones increase.

‘’What was that? I didn’t hear,’’ you asked with a teasing smile, tilting your head to the side.

A mix of desire and frustration filled the blue eyes looking down at you. He was trying to resist your advances, but Rafe was a guy and he was having a full on cock to brain dilemma.

You gasp when his mouth crashed on yours. You won.

There was nothing slow or sweet about this kiss. It was rough and passionate and heated, just mouths smashing into each other. Exactly what you expected from Rafe Cameron after getting his patience tested by his best friend's little sister.

His hand ghosted over your jawline, along the side of your neck, and then you felt him wrap it around your throat just lightly enough that you noticed it. Rafe broke the kiss, his blue eyes looking right into yours. No one ever did this to you, but you didn’t hate it. Your lips curled into a devilish grin, waiting for his next move.

‘’I’m gonna show you how I deal with little bitches like you.’’

Rafe’s words had you dripping between your legs. Some girls preferred to be good, but it wasn’t your case. You liked to tease and get punished.

He nudged your knees apart with his and you melted into his touch, mewling when he pressed against your clothed clit. ‘’Does that turn you on?’’

You pushed your hips against him to get more friction, but he removed his knee and stood to get a condom. One thing about Rafe was that he never hooked up with a girl bare.

‘’This needs to come off,’’ Rafe said when he returned to the bed. He peeled off your pajama shorts and panties in one go. ‘’Be a good girl and spread your legs.’’

You spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, giving him the perfect view of how dripping wet your pussy was. Being completely exposed like this should be embarrassing, but if your legs could open wider, you would. You clenched around nothing, feeling Rafe's eyes on you.

‘’Look at that,’’ he said, giving your pussy a tap that echoed in the room. You squirmed at the contact, secretly wanting him to do it again. ‘’Looks better from the vip seat.’’ He then pulled at your pajama top up to free your tits and palmed your breasts as his fingers rolled your nipples, pinching it hard.

You hissed and his face bored the meanest smirk as he ripped the foil packet. He jerked himself a few times before rolling on the condom.

You were about to be completely ruined.

Rafe teased your clit with his tip, but plunged his cock into your cunt before you could push back against him for more. It would be a lie if you said it didn't hurt, your tight walls hugging every inch of his cock.

You had been thinking of this since Topper interrupted you in the afternoon. How his cock would feel inside you. And now it was finally happening.

You grabbed at the bedsheets until the discomfort subsided, pleasure slowly taking over as Rafe began to thrust. You gasped in pleasure, clenching around him.

He folded your legs for a deeper angle and groaned, looking down and watching his thick cock disappearing in and out of you. ‘’Such a good pussy. Surprised it’s still so tight after getting stretched out so often.’’

The urge to slap him was strong, but every thrusts felt so good that if you opened your mouth, only high pitched cries would come out. He may be an asshole, but the dick was good.

Getting bored with this position, Rafe pulled out and flipped you over like a ragdoll, your bare ass raised in the air. You didn’t get time to register what was happening; Rafe wasted no time and began pounding you from behind, his big hands gripping your hips. You pressed your face in the mattress to muffle your moans, terrified that Topper would hear on the other side of the hallway. He was likely sleeping like the dead, but you didn’t want to risk it.

It was a matter of minutes before you felt close to your edge, the sounds of wet slapping of skin mixing with Rafe’s low groans echoing in the room. You reached below you to rub your throbbing neglected clit, but Rafe grabbed your hand with a vice grip and pushed you down on the mattress, holding you down as he pounded his last thrusts.

When he was done, Rafe pulled out and threw the used condom in the trash, then flopped on his bed and pulled the covers over himself, leaving you there. ‘’Good night.’’

‘’Are you being serious?’’

Rafe looked at you, amused by how mad you looked. ‘’Aw, you haven’t cum yet?’’

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew. He was doing this on purpose.

‘’Get over here. Sit on my face, I’m tired.’’

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gloomwitchwrites · 27 days

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Hiii, how about our fav 141 men with to a very clumsy reader? Like e.g. I'm someone who keeps accidentally bumping into people while walking because apparently I can't walk a straight line???

Is that something you'd write?:3

Is this something I'd write? Absolutely. This prompt is so cute and the perfect opportunity to write a few drabbles. Thank you for sending it in, and thank you for your patience as I work through all the requests.

Find the Imagines & What If Masterlist HERE

Content & Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, canon-typical cursing

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John Price:

“I’m doing it.”

“No. You’re not.”

You raise the hammer.

“Put it down,” says Price pointing at the ground.

“I’m fully capable.”

“Yes,” admits Price, slowly. “But you always hurt yourself.”

Your husband isn’t wrong. Everything you’ve ever hung on the walls has resulted in a throbbing thumb.

“It’ll be different this time.”

Price shrugs. “Go on then.”

With tongue between teeth, you come down on the nail, striking thumb instead of metal. You turn to him, tears in your eyes.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “Come here.”

“Don’t say ‘I told you so.’”

“Wouldn’t dare,” laughs Price, cradling your hand.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

“We need to—”

“The milk—”

“It’s—”

Simon tugs you to the right and you growl in frustration. “Stop pulling on me.”

Simon glances down and you know he’s smirking behind the black balaclava. “You don’t know how to walk in a straight fucking line.”

“What?”

He nods toward an elderly couple. “Nearly ran them down, love.”

You roll your eyes. You’re yanked backward against Simon’s chest. He places both hands on either side of you against the cart.

“Gotta protect the elderly.”

“Fuck off,” you mutter.

Simon presses his lips to the top of your head, grinning.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

“Let me see, love.”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Kyle grabs your wrist and inspects the nasty slice. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner and the knife slipped.

“At least the knife wasn’t dull,” murmurs Kyle as he rinses the wound under cold water. He gently washes it with soap, drying it afterward.

“You need to be more careful,” he says softly.

“You say that every time.”

“I mean it every time. I’m not interested in taking you to the hospital.”

Kyle rotates your wrist, covering the wound with a bandage, and places a soft kiss against the wrappings.

“All done.”

John "Soap" MacTavish:

“Can we—”

“Nope,” says John, shaking his head. “Focus.” He places his hands on your shoulders, urging you forward.

“You don’t need to do that.”

John twists you to the side as you almost collide with an antique tea set.

“Oh, aye. I do,” he mutters, gaze darting everywhere, looking for the next victim.

You’re the hazard. Last time the two of you went antique shopping, John had to hand over most of his cash because you kept knocking things over.

“They pack these places on purpose.”

He kisses the top of your head. “No. It’s just you, love.”

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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saw ur request is finally open dlsksksks i hope modern au is your jam 🤞🏻

I would love to get your thought on buggy, shanks, and minawk reacting to reader accidentally sending them a nude pic 🤧

Oh I love you RN ❤️

Okay so did I go overboard? Absolutely Do I care? HELL NO!

You Accidently Send them a Nude Pic!

Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk

SPICY THEMES! ❤️‍🔥

You are gonna need some Ice cubes 🧊 after this one ;D

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Buggy

"For fucks sake" You grumbled as you looked through google- You needed a specific pose for this commission, it was an expensive NSFW one and yet you could not find the right pose and for some reason couldn't figure it from memory-

"Fuck it time to go old school-" You grumbled, Peeling off your clothes and walking to the bedroom were your mirror was, Setting up you snapped a few pictures in the pose needed.

Looking at the few shots you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back. You looked good and got the pose perfectly- Dressing back you went back to your computer.

You kept your phone gallery opened to look at the photo, embarrassed you had to go to such lengths to do so- But money was money.

As you continued your sketch you saw a message ding and smiled- It was non other then Buggy, your close friend and truthfully your partner in crime.

Buggy Boo 🤡: U busy?

Me: Yeah I'm trying to find some references, but what's up?

Buggy Boo 🤡: NVM wanted to hang out

You smiled at this.

Me: You can still but at a price 😌

Buggy Boo 🤡: Price? 💰

Giggling you open up your text gallery. You scroll through the photos to find the McDonald's meme youd saved earlier and quickly sent it-

Me: Gotta Bring Me The Mickey D's 😩 💦

However you saw two images loading to be sent with the text. Raising a brow as you waited for it to load- However when it sent and showed you the second image you threw your device across the room.. there just below the McDonald's Meme was your nude reference photo.. You tried to panic unsend but saw he read it instantly.

Fuck FUCK FUCK!!!

Expecting a call or a WTF text of some sort but .

Silence- You didn't see him text back or anything. Fear eating you up inside as you thought the worse.. He's going to fucking hate you now- you two had just been really really good friends for years and maybe had a few drunken nights together however nothing like this!

In your panic you didn't realize how much time had passed before a knock snapped you from your thoughts.

You heard frantic knocks in your front door, surprised by the urgency of them and walked over- Opening the door your face flushed with what you saw. There was Buggy, with a shirt barely and clearly backwards, his hair down in thick waves looking wet and barely holding up his pants like he had gotten into clothes on the way to you however the 4 massive bag of McDonald's in his hand clued you in he had stopped at the restaurant right before.

"Buggy?-" You say shyly and face cherry red at seeing him in such a disheveled state- that and his boxers didn't exactly hiding him very well.

"I came over as fast as I could- I also got everything on the menu-" He said breathlessly holding up the bag and you glance to see his car parked sideways in your driveway, words seemed to leave you as you could practically see the desire in his gaze as he grinned widely.

He stepped forward and gently pushed you back into the house closing your door behind him as he quickly closed the space between you two, handing you the bag whicj you could barely hold onto.

"Gotta say, that was a welcomed surprised from you. I loved it~" He purred out, You squeaking in surprise at his words as his hands found their way to your hips.

"I have some modeling I'd like to see you do~ For art purposes of course" He said with a wink.

"Y-You actually liked those?" You manage out- Buggy laughed at this.

"Of course! It was sexy, flashy, surprising all at once. Not gonna lie if it wasn't for me needing to get the McDonald's I'd have came straight here and fucked you into the floor" He growled out in desire. You decided to not tell him you were joking about the McDonald's thing.

"In that case-" You sent the bag to the side and smiled as you felt him practically waiting for you to give the OK.

"Food can wait~"

Shanks

So bored- You thought as you laid on the couch of your boyfriends apartment. Shanks, The famed biker gang leader in your state. It was famous for his skills, the brutality of his gang and the unfortunate missing arm from a accident to save a child.

However for you he was just the love of your life- and also the one who had left 3 hours ago to do some sort of meet up with his gang which always ment leaving you behind-

Deciding to text him you open your phone to snapchat seeing he was still at the bar and sent a message.

Me: Red I'm Bored 😴

Red Head: I know Babe but I'll be home soon.

Me: It's been 3 hours 🙃

Red Head: Almost done here. I'll Bring you flowers if you're good.

You rolled your eyes- Flowers if your Good hm? You stewed for a moment before jumping up and marching to the bathroom. Maybe it was boredom or sexual frustration but you figured some teasing was in order- Deciding to take off your bottoms you poses in the mirror and snapped a quick picture. Smiling as you loaded it to send

Me: Good like this? {Image}

Prepared to hit send you stopped yourself and sgiggled... This was so stupid. Why would you do this? Rational thought clearing your heated mind and you tossed the phone on the couch to stop yourself.

"Just watch TV Jesus-" You said to yourself and plopped down. Turing in the TV but heard your phone rapidly ding, raising a brow you picked it back up and your face fell- It had sent dear God it had sent. It seemed when you tossed it the screen pressed sent by accdient.

Red Head: I'll be damned-

Red Head: Holy Shit did you just take this now?

Red Head: Baby?

Red Head: I'll be over in 10 minutes..

You saw Shanks text and you felt your face grow hot. This was not how you wanted it to happen but you weren't mad either-

In 8 minutes you heard a knock on the door and you quickly rushed over to open it. Assuming his hand was full-

He smiled at you, Holding the flowers in hand which had somehow survived his speedy ride to you.

"As promised flowers" He said with a grin and you stepped back so he could enter fully and took the flowers that were handed to you.

"Thank you" You say shyly but can't meet his gaze.

"You just love giving me a heart attack hm Love?" He purred out grabbing your chin gently to look up at him.

"I had to put away my phone so quickly cause I was at the bar with the gang" He said with a chuckle as you held the flowers close to your chest.

He leaned forward releasing your chin and began to kiss your check- His body pressing into you and you felt dizzy and warm.

"I-It was an accident" You Squeak out as Shanks layered kisses down your neck- His hand pulling you by your waist as he pulled you closer, your hand setting the flowers to whatever was closest to you as you felt warmth flutter through your body.

"Really?~ Didn't seem like one to me. As yoj said you were bored~" He said softly, you hadn't realized it but he had worked you two backwards till you felt the couch hit the back of your legs and you fell with a surprised yelp. Shanks smiling at this as he pulled away his leather jacket.

"Well let's make sure I don't leave you bored again~" He winked and lowered himself right after you.

Seems you were about to have the ride of your life~

Mihawk

You kicked off your heels with a sigh as you finally made it back to your home. Flopping on the couch with a groan- be a lawyer they said, You'll make a lot of money they said- BULLSHIT!

You were overworked, under paid and under laid- it was brutal honestly but you did like your work to some degree and you got to meet interesting people.

You hear a ding from your phone and sigh, already prepared for some client to email- But instead you were met with a text Ling saying your photos were ready.

Photos?... OH The Nude Boudoir Photos of yourself! Jumping up you quickly press the downloadable link and open it up quickly.

It had been a gift for yourself, when your confidence had been down and wanted something to make you feel beautiful and sexy. Opening up the downloaded folder you smiled, it was a bit weird to admire pictures of yourself but the photographer had done such a great job!

However you were cut off when another email rolled in- Sighing heavily as you saw it was non other then you poss and CEO of the firm Mihawk Dracule. The man was a sticklier about everything and he was just lucky he was hot or else you would have slammed a folder in his face by now-

Mihawk D: (Y/N) I need the file for Eros vs Tuller Case. Seems file did not send correctly.

You sigh, that wasn't hard and you'd already downloaded it on your phone. Attaching the document from you phone quickly you sent it-

So lucky!-

There it had been the last thing you...downloaded- wait... it hadn't been the last thing you downloaded.

Dread filled your chest as you slowly opened up your phone once again and clicked the downloaded tap- Seeing two downloaded files, slowly opening the file you sent Mihawk only to see your naked body...

You stared at your phone and screamed- Bloody. Murder

'NO NO NO NO-!!' You panicked as you literally through your phone across the livingroom.

"I'm so so fired I just sent my boss my naked photos!" You sobbed as you fell to the floor, your face as red as a tomato and you damn near cried. You hear another ding and crawl to your cracked device and took a look.

Mihawk D: Come to my office tommorow morning early. We have things to discuss.

You were dead- So very very dead... You cried that night and shot out your resume to several firms and waited for the next morning.

On cue you arrived to the firm brighf and early, having to psych yourself up before going in. You walked in to the building and up to the executive office- you half expected to see a box and a pink slip waiting for you- your head low as you stepped into your bosses office.

"Sir?.." You say softly, looking up you saw Mihawk sitting there looking through some papers- Your eyes focusing on what he was so interested in and you damn near had a heart attack. Seeing professional prints of your boudoir images on his desk and he was looking through them calmly, He glanced up at you finally seeing your wide eyes and flushed face he pointed you over to him calmly.

Slowly stepping forward you stood next to him behind the desk- Seeing the expensive professional prints of your intimate photos sprawled out.

"A-Am I fired?.." You finally asked, Your voice no better then a shaky whisper.

"No. I quite like these infact- I've had many people in my company who have tried to flirt, I was even curious when youd act.. But ive never seen one as bold as this" He said clearly amused, the humiliation burned in your chest- especially since he knew you had a crush on him.. but now you were curious why he didn't want to fire you.

He flicked back to one of the photos, one were you had worn something akin to a playbunny outfit made of lace. He tapped the imagine a bit playfully.

"I must say, This is by far my favorite out of the lot... I'd like to make a proposal to you" He said, craning his head to meet your eyes as a smirk played on his lips.

You felt your brain turn to mush.. first that he liked them and second that Mihawk Dracule was smiling- Had you died?!

"A date if you will, But I'd like to explore your skills in your modeling afterwards. Back at my home. If you're more comfortable with a written contract that is fine with me, but verbal is just as good" He stated calmly, Heat flushing your form at his words and you skittishly nodded.

"What would be the terms of this contract?" You ask shyly, Now more interested then you thought it would be. Mihawk reaching into his caot and pulled out a satin case, opening it to reveal a beautiful necklace, it was very classy looking and could truthfully be worn with anything- but you realized it was a infinity choker with a key lock in the back.

Warmth hitting your body once again asnyou realized what this represented.. A collar.

"Dates, a more personal relationship and some.. let's say recreations of these works?" He said calmly still holding his favorite one.

You thought for a moment, before running your fingers over the necklace and nodding softly.

"I agree to those terms" You say a bit playfully, Earning a smile from Mihawk. He stood up calmly and picked up the necklace, moving behind you as he carefully clasped it and locked it into place.

"Wonderful" He practically purred out and admired you for a moment. Head flooding your body once more at his golden gaze.

"I will pick you up tonight then, 8 sound good?" He asked, you agreeing and he patted your behind playfully.

"Good. Now Run along now Bunny, I still need the file for the Eros vs Tuller Case" He said amused, You nodding quickly.

"Yes Mr. Dracule" You say softly and as you stepped out a blush on your cheeks and a smile on your lips.

That went better then expected~

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Heyy beauty!

Can i request a Harwin break my back Strong x wife Targaryen reader fic where he beats the shit out of someone who disrespects her. He gets out of it with no consequences, reader looks after him & it ends in smut💋

(I'd appreciate it if u could do more Harwin fics cause lord knows I'm thirsty for it😭)

How to fix an aching nose.// Ser Harwin Strong x Targ!Wife!Reader. Smut.

Summary: Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.

Warnings: p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), a Lannister being punch.

Harwin was more than anxious to have you, his dearest wife, alone for more than the few moments you were allowed, to what extent could he reminisce about your wedding night? His mind was elsewhere during the hunt, listening only to his father's instructions, and ignoring the lords. Ever since he married you, he had felt the looks they gave him, full of envy of course. Few dared little more than stare, the stupidest could dare to vocalise it. And Lord Tyland Lannister was one of those fools.

"I see you are distracted, Ser Harwin," said the Lord with a mocking laugh as he watched the stag slip away from him at close range. "Marriage...always has the same effect on men."

He chuckled, a few laughed with him, but most gave him a dirty look, and Harwin set his spear aside.

"What effect do you mean, Ser Tyland?" he asked dryly.

"Well, the effect of women. They are a constant headache."

"I don't think you should speak so of wives when you haven't managed to marry a single woman since you've been at court, my lord." He wanted to leave it at that, but Tyland had taken offense.

"When one wields so much fortune, choosing a wife to entrust to him is a different task. I suppose you don't know what I'm talking about now, Ser Harwin."

Harwin walked toward him, towering over him. It clearly frightened him.

"I don't need to brag about money to show my wealth. And that I think if you are able to understand."

Tyland was silent for a second. Everyone had turned to watch the scene, except your father, the King, who was too sore to pay attention. None of them listened as your father asked for your presence to escort him to his tent without making a fuss. So Harwin turned to continue the hunt without being aware that his own wife was walking towards the scene. Neither was Lord Lannister.

"You certainly took a treasure for the little price you must have paid...you took a very possible wife from me." Tyland was whispering it to Harwin now, purposely irritating him. "Though...perhaps you did me a favor. A princess who chooses someone like you should not be driven by anything but lust and madness. Maybe your wife is a lot cheaper than we all thought."

Then Harwin exploded. With the first fist he knocked out two of Tyland's molars, and with the second he buried him in the mud. None of Ser Lyonel's orders were heard as he tore Tyland apart, only the insults towards you, raging. They tried to pull him away, but he was still there. And there you found him.

"HARWIN!" You shouted, running towards him. It took him a while to notice you, he looked at you, a little frightened that you had seen him be so savage.

"He insulted you" he said quietly, then looked at Tyland "YOU INSULTED THE PRINCESS!"

And he gave him one last kick before he was pushed away by the guards. He had to be pushed away until he was led out of the hunt, and he only looked at you, begging your forgiveness for the disturbance. Your father was disoriented, and only understood what was happening from the words of one of the guards. And you had to wait to get your father to his bed before you met Harwin.

"What happened?" you asked as you entered your tent. Harwin was waiting for you, on his back and standing. When he turned around you saw his nose was bleeding. You ran to wipe it. "Gods! Did Tyland do that to you?"

"He wishes it was him, my love...it was one of the guards."

"I suppose it's because you've hit him first, isn't it?"

He smiled, because he knew you as well as you knew him. And he watched your concern disappear with every second, seeing your smile again.

"I'm not going to let anyone walk all over me. Not me, not you," he said, kissing your neck as he hugged you, lifting you off the ground and pressing you against his chest.

"Oh, Harwin, and why do you say that?"

You wiped the blood from him as he told you the story. It was starting to bruise a little, but had stopped bleeding after he put a cold cloth on it, holding it patiently and letting it play with the ties of your dress.

"I don't want you to think I'm just a... a beast too. I hold my anger a lot more than you think. Only you make me feel at peace, wife." He ran his hand through your hair.

It certainly hadn't been easy to convince your father. The Strongs were beloved at court, but Harrenhal was not a place of good repute, and marrying the King's second daughter to a notorious brute like Harwin "Breakbones" Strong had caused much controversy. You succeeded after years of hiding in the corridors, and every night Harwin could only draw on his imagination to do more than kiss you, for he had always put your reputation and honour before his desires.

You had only been married a short time, but it had been a season since you two had spent time alone. Your elder sister Rhaenyra was keeping you by her side at night, uncomfortable with her first pregnancy, and in the mornings, Harwin was too busy catching up on his duties as heir to Harrenhal.

Still, it didn't take away a single ounce of excitement, you craved each other throughout the day, and Harwin always managed to pull you aside to talk or kiss you. Either was enough for him, but he really wanted you back in his bed.

"You don't look like a beast to me." You put your hands on his neck, sat on his lap, you could feel his bulge on your leg. "And even if you had looked like one, you forget I've never been the person who holds his reputation in the highest regard, remember?"

They smiled, Harwin remembered in fact, more than once he had had to push you out of his sight because you had guided his hand where maidens should not be touched, all before you were married. You kissed him first, and when he was training you watched him from your window, catching his eye and "accidentally" showing your breasts. In the dark of night he had to pick you up off the floor because you had knelt before him. And in between all those moments Harwin couldn't help but be captivated by you, begging the King for your hand.

"I remember everything. You are far more beastly than I, my wife..." His member began to grow as he remembered, your scent right there, he captured your lips.

"You have offended me," you faltered, pulling away from the kiss. "Show me who the beast is here, Ser Breakbones."

One swift movement and he unfastened the bodice of your dress, freeing your breasts, and brought one to his lips. And as it sank to your chest you giggled at his eagerness, enjoying the tingle that formed on your legs as you felt Harwin's saliva run over your tits.

"Do you find this amusing, my princess? Having me sit here?" He ran his hands under your skirt, stroking your pearl as if by accident, but you knew he wasn't, that he was doing it to ravish you.

"I do find it a bit funny, I'm afraid..."

He stilled your laughter by throwing you onto the bed they had set up for you. Remarkably smaller than the one in your room back in the Keep, but Harwin didn't plan to use it much. He removed what was left of your dress, leaving you now completely naked. Your body being a spectacle for him.

"Well I'm no clown, of the many tricks they know how to do, I doubt very much they know how to do this."

He rested one hand on the bed, circling you on top of you, and the other he used to turn you, your back, your ass facing the outside. He caressed your back, stroke both cheeck of your ass and finally touching your cunt. One finger entered first, stirring your discharge with your clitoris and eliciting a soft moan from you. He watched you watching him, mouth half open. He was so handsome, with his smooth coat but rugged features, Harwin was all man. He inserted a second finger, and the third was not long in coming. Then he began to shake his hand rapidly, lifting your entire pelvis to his rhythm. You couldn't help but cry out as you felt such continuous pleasure.

"No..." whispered Harwin, pulling his face closer to yours, "no one knows how to do this to you like I do..."

Pleasure engulfed you, and Harwin could see you come to orgasm, you moaned millimetres from his lips, which he felt as if it was feeding him. He let you rest, and before he could lick his fingers with your arousal, you took his hand to lick them for him. If he was already excited before, Harwin had to hold back a moan when he felt the friction of his own pants squeezing his erection.

"Now let me reward you, my Lord, for defending my honour..." you removed his shirt, and kissed his big abs. But you made him suffer as you reached for his trousers, unbuttoning them bit by bit, not until you had removed them completely did you focus on his member.

Fat and in proportion to your husband, his cock needed two hands to massage it well. First you gave him a little kiss on the tip, as if in greeting, and looked up at Harwin, who seemed impatient but loved your gaze as you knelt before him. You were beautiful from every angle, and your eyes sharpened from that perspective. He pushed your silver hair aside as an excuse to touch it, and he never pushed your head, you always managed to make him enjoy at your own pace. You licked the tip for a while, but before he could cum, you took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could, knowing which way to guide it so you wouldn't gag. You sucked slowly but intensely, using your cheeks to make your mouth tighter. You were just about to make him cum when Harwin decided to take the reins again.

He caught you by surprise when he pulled away from you to pick you up off the floor, placing you in his arms as he did when he rescued you from troubles you usually got yourself into. One arm around your back and the other around your legs, your hands resting on his shoulders and with the opportunity to kiss him right there. Indeed, you didn't need the bed very much. You didn't quite understand what Harwin was up to, but when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, your hair stood on end. He was moving slowly up and down you, preparing to bury himself all the way in.

"I am convinced that there is no better pussy than yours in all of Westeros, Princess..." his voice was husky, his scent captivated you, and he kissed you tenderly when he wasn't kissing you with tongue.

"So what are you waiting for to enjoy it?"

He lured you to his lips to distract you, but you finally felt him enter. Gently, but creating that special fraction you'd longed for for years before you were married. Harwin broke the kiss to moan, of course this was his favourite part of fucking. He didn't usually do it fast, he liked to pace himself, and for such a big, rough man, he liked to sink into your pussy delicately, whether it was his instinct to protect you, or his instinct to enjoy it. His hips set the pace, as he raised them, his arms lowered, and you felt his full length fill you. He began to speed up the rhythm, he had plenty of strength left, and when he increased you could hear him enjoying himself, making you enjoy yourself.

"I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..." he announced.

Then he laid you back down on the bed. You had no plans to have children yet, so you liked to experiment a little. Harwin positioned your legs apart, and took out his cock to rub it against your clit, fucking your vaginal lips and causing you unparalleled pleasure. You had your second orgasm seconds before you felt Harwin's semen spilling out of your pelvis, with a sweet moan leaving your husbands lips.

He rested his forehead on yours, and you kissed his aching nose.

"Wow...you sure made me feel better, wife." He moved to your side, pulling a blanket over you both, cuddeling you in his arms.

"Yeah...I've missed you too."

"I meant the kiss on the nose...but the rest was good too."

You laughed before threatening to make it bleed again. Harwin was willing to take a million punches as long as his princess was there to kiss his wounds afterwards.

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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flowers ~ Aemond Targaryen

Pairing: dad!Aemond x fem!reader

Summary: Aemond and his children take a stroll in the gardens.

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: none, pure fluff

A/N: Had a request for more dad!Aemond, couldn't resist!

Requests are open 💚

Aemond had spent the early morning collecting his children and bringing them to the gardens before you rose from your shared bed. It was a special day, and he wanted to make you feel extraordinary.

As the early morning sun rose higher in the sky, Aemond and his two children paraded through the gardens, hunting for flowers.

“How do you know which flowers mother likes?” Vaelora asked, her mouth twisted, brows furrowed. Aemond chuckled at his daughter’s remark.

“I discovered early on which flowers your mother enjoys. And which suits her,” he told her, clipping a dragon’s breath from a nearby bush.

Vaegon was nearby, grabbing fistfuls of golden roses.

“I enjoy these ones,” Vaelora said, and Aemond turned to her. She held a pair of blood-blooms in her small hands. “Would mother like these?”

Aemond smiled at his daughter, his first born. Aemond did not think it was possible to love someone as fiercely as he does his little family.

“She shall love them.”

Vaelora smiled, pleased at her father’s praise.

“Kepa,” Vaelora said, “when did you start bringing mother flowers?”

Aemond smiled at the question, at his curious daughter.

“When your mother arrived in the Red Keep,” he began, “we were not meant to be betrothed.”

Vaelora’s eyes widened. She had not heard this story before, though she had always been curious. Through her lessons she had learned that most marriages were made for political purposes. But she knew this was not true with Aemond and you. She could see the love you held for each other.

“You weren’t?”

Aemond hummed, shaking his head.

“But, do you know what I did?” he asked, causing Vaelora to shake her head in return, silver curls bouncing.

“I left a flower outside her chambers, on the plate she used to break her fast, on her seat during feasts,” he said, smiling at the memory.

“What flower?” she asked.

“Dragon’s breath,” Aemond said, passing one of the red flowers to Vaelora. She held it gently in her small hands, as though it may fall apart from her touch.

He could still picture it, the smile that crept to your face, the blush that filled your cheeks as flowers found you daily. You were a clever woman, you had figured out the prince’s ruse rather quickly.

“And mother liked it?”

“Enough to marry me. Enough to bless me with you,” he said teasingly, tickling Vaelora’s stomach, and causing her to giggle.

“And Vaegon,” she corrected, causing Aemond to hum in agreement, as her younger brother came to join them with fists full of flowers.

“Shall we pick more dragon’s breath for mother as well?” Vaelora asked.

“I think that is a splendid idea,” Aemond agreed, following his children deeper into the gardens.

Your son Vaegon was barely visible behind the bouquet of flowers he held in his small arms. A laugh escaped your lips.

Aemond crouched next to him, ushering him forward. Your son approached you and you knelt, pushing through the flowers until meeting his violet eyes.

“Happy nameday mother,” he said cheerfully, presenting the bouquet.

“We picked them ourselves!” Vaelora said, a proud smile on her lovely face. You took the flowers from him, taking care to press your nose into the colorful flowers, inhaling the sweet scent.

“How very sweet, my little dragons,” you crooned, taking both children into your arms for a hug. You smiled at Aemond as he leaned against the doorway to your shared chambers.

“And we have set up a picnic in the gardens to break our fast!” Vaegon said, excitedly.

“What a lovely idea,” you tell him, stroking his silver head. You stand up, taking the bouquet with you, finding an empty vase on the table. You place the flowers inside and begin to arrange them.

“Kepa says we can see Vhagar later as well, and fly across the bay!” Vaelora says, coming to your side.

“I cannot think of a more perfect day!” you tell her, taking her hand in yours as she pulls you towards the door.

“Come, come see!” Vaelora demands, clasping Aemond’s hand in her free one, dragging both parents from the room. Vaegon trails behind, and Aemond scoops him up with his free arm.

Vaelora leads you back o the gardens, where a blanket has been laid out for you to break your fast. As you sit down on the blanket Vaelora notices a dragon’s breath flower laying atop your plate, the bright red petals striking against the white plate.

You pick up the flower, a dark rouge spreading across your cheeks as you glance at your husband. Aemond’s smile is soft.

“Biare brōzi tubis issa jorrāelagon,” he murmurs, lacing his hand in yours (Happy name day, my love). The look he gives you is one of adoration.

Vaelora smiles. Though she is just beginning to grasp her mother tongue, she understands what her father means.

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teyums · 1 year

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Contagious ✽ Lo’ak Sully

wc: 8.4k

pairing: lo’ak x fem! na’vi reader (characters are aged up for plot purposes)

contains: angst, slight enemies to lovers trope, some language, and fluff of course <3

warnings: none, slight hinting of intimate feelings if you squint

a/n: Requested? No. THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN. also testing out different spacing with my works so lmk if you guys like this spacing better!

“Absolutely not.”

“Hard pass.”

You both spoke in unison, immediately denying the ridiculous suggestion that came from the mouths of your mothers before you could even think about it. There was no way on Pandora you were going to spend more than five minutes, let alone three whole days alone with this man in the woods.

You refused, you wouldn’t stand for this. Your mother sighed, the shortness of her breath indicating that the decision wasn’t up for debate. “You should be open to the idea, [Y/n]. Lo’ak is a fine warrior and a skilled hunter. I think he could teach you a lot. So the two of you need to set aside your differences and work it out, just for a few days.” She said, Neytiri’s voice chiming in behind her in agreement.

You were never very interested in hunting. You harbored the skill, of course, but you much preferred weaving or crafting over shooting unsuspecting animals with poisonous arrows.

Lo’ak huffed out a humorless laugh, gesturing over to you with his hand while he addressed his mother. “Why me, Ma? Why can’t one of the others help her? Even Tuk knows how to shoot an arrow!”

“Enough, Lo’ak. It is decided.” Neytiri said, and the look in her eyes confirmed that she was not budging.

He kissed his teeth, dragging a hand down his face and covering his mouth before he could say something that would get him in trouble. As if that was the only way he could control his tongue. You glanced over at him, furrowing your brows while he only stared straight ahead at the wall of the hut— now completely detached from the conversation with a locked jaw.

You looked to your mom as a silent plea, only to receive a pointing stare back that caused you to quietly hiss in distaste. You were the first to exit the elders’ tent upon dismissal, the lanky Sully boy unwillingly trailing behind you.

Once you were far enough to make sure you were out of earshot, you turned around to face him. Trying to lighten the mood. “I guess three days isn’t so bad, right? At least we already know each other. It’s not like I’m a stranger or anything.”

“If I had a choice between three days with you, or getting yelled at by my mom, I think we both know I would’ve chosen the latter.” He grumbled, pushing past you and bumping into your shoulder in the process.

You caught your footing before you could stumble back, spinning on your heels to face him again. “Jeez, Lo’ak! Do you have to be such an asshole all the time?”

He ignored you, like usual, and continued along the path to wherever he was headed. You felt your eye twitch with a vengeance, pursing your lips and taking a sharp breath inwards to quiet the urge you had to send the wood of your bow flying into the back of his head.

It hadn’t always been like this between you two, and honestly you couldn’t understand where it all went wrong. You and Lo’ak grew up as pretty good friends, considering your mothers were the best of them. They expected you and Lo’ak to grow up and be each other’s mates. Often pairing the both of you together to complete simple tasks around the village that could easily use one person, which only helped in solidifying the strength of your bond. And honestly, you were never opposed to the idea of it, and even found yourself starting to like him.

You often explored the forest together, even when you were young. Allowing him to show you all his secret spots and hiding places he ran to when the heat at home was too much for him to handle. In actuality, you were his escape.

“Come on, [Y/n]! Try to keep up!” A young Lo’ak yelled from a branch above, laughing and dodging your attempt to grab at his tail.

“Wait for me, Lo’ak! You’re too fast!” You groaned, jumping up to grab a branch with your hands and pulling yourself up the rest of the way. You watched him hop onto a cliff and you followed, hands resting on your knees while you tried to catch your breath.

“Catch me if you can, slowpoke!” The young sully teased, darting through the vast foliage and hopping over fallen trunks.

You weren’t one to back down from a challenge, especially not from Lo’ak. Whenever the two of you would play games with each other and he’d win, he would hold it against you for weeks and rub it in your face. You lifted your head, seeing his tail be the last of him to disappear into the trees “You’re on, Sully!” You took one last deep breath, pushing off your feet and starting to run in the same direction he had.

You memorized his movements so you could go faster, ducking where he had and shoving giant leaves from your view. However, you miscalculated a step, the front of your foot hooking under a mossy log and sending you tumbling forward into the dirt below you.

Hearing your footsteps closing in, Lo’ak picked up speed so you wouldn’t be able to catch him. But as he readied himself to climb another tree, he heard a thud. He paused, turning around to look behind him and brows pinching when he didn’t seen you. “[Y/n]?” He called out, eyes widening when he heard a series of whines sound out in response instead of your usual cheery voice. “Oh shoot,” He mumbled, sprinting back to where he had last left you.

“Ow ow ow!” You cried profusely, pushing yourself off the ground so you could sit up. You winced and pulled your bruised knee to your chest, lip trembling at the sight of blood appearing from a small gash in your skin.

“Oh no,” Lo’ak’s eyes widened at the sight of you covered in dirt, dropping down next to you with a worried look on his face. “Are you okay? What happened?” His voice was soft, both of his hands cautiously holding your leg while he studied how deep the wound was.

“I tripped over a log and fell…” You whined, using the back of your hand to wipe your tears.

He instantly looked up when he heard you sniffle. “No no no, please don’t cry…” His face was tense as he appeared to be in deep thought. He exhaled in preparation, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss to the side of your knee, away from your broken skin. “There,” He backed up, cheeks flushing to match yours. “That’s what my mommy does when I get hurt, and it usually helps me feel better… Did it work?”

A small smile spread on your lips and your tears dried up, face rosy when you nodded your head. “Y-yeah. I guess it does feel a little better. Thanks, Lo’ak.”

He flashed a toothy grin, excited that you were feeling better and rising to his feet. A small, four-fingered hand extended out to help you up, and you slid your tiny palm into his. Brushing the dirt off your legs with the other. “We don’t have to play anymore if you don’t wanna-” He said, the rest of his sentence cut off when you shoved past him, into his shoulder and darted along the path.

“Catch me if you can, penis face!” You giggled, squealing when he yelled your name and began to chase after you.

Life as best friends with Lo’ak was never boring. In fact he was the one who introduced you to having fun in the first place. You knew him to be snarky, painfully sarcastic. But never cold.

There was a sweet side to him that he would let you take a glance at here and there, behind all the name calling. Could he be aggravating at times, and maybe a little mean with the teasing? Yes, but never cold. So when he suddenly stopped treating you like a friend one day and instead no more than a stranger— saying you were confused would be putting it lightly. All you could chalk it down to was puberty. Maybe the new influx of hormones had made him… less social?

You were hurt, you couldn’t deny it. There was something different about him, something he wasn’t letting you in on, like a switch you didn’t know existed had flipped in his mind. Coincidentally as soon as you hit the age where men began to court you, he fell off the face of the planet entirely.

Losing him pained you deeply, he had always been there to help you with any issues you had. Eager to give you advice on any situation you needed another perspective on, or just cheer you up with his rambunctious attitude. There were so many times you wanted to stop and ask him what happened, if you had done something wrong. But you knew he’d look straight through you like he always did nowadays.

The walk home was silent. You were definitely not looking forward to this three day trip you had no choice but to partake in. You wouldn’t have minded if your mom chose one of the other warriors, because being around Lo’ak only became increasingly more awkward as time went on.

For someone who previously had so much to talk to you about in the past, he was awfully closed off in your presence. You shook yourself out of your daydreaming and began searching through your tent. Packing just a few things. Some extra clothes, a quiver of arrows, and spare string for your bow just in case. You grabbed the strap and slung it over your shoulder, next lifting a woven pouch over your head and crossing it over your body.

Pushing past the flaps that served as an entrance to your home. You felt the daytime breeze hit your face and a wave of peace washed over you. Until you turned your head to the side to see a particular male leaned against the outside wall of your hut, arms crossed over his chest.

“Took you long enough.”

“Oh my-” You jumped, startled by his voice and bringing a hand up to clutch your chest to make sure your heart hadn’t jumped through your ribcage. “Jesus, Lo’ak! Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Nah,” He snorted at your reaction, pushing himself off and walking ahead without you. “I think you’re just a wuss.” You swore you heard the smirk oozing out of his tone. Rolling your eyes and starting off after him, having to do a slight jog to catch up as his strides were much longer than yours due to the length of his legs.

One condition to the three day trip included not being able to use your Ikrans. Your mothers insisted you hiked on foot, saying it would be a good refresher of the land. You walked next to him in silence, keeping your stare straight ahead and grumbling to yourself when the strap of your quiver began to slip off your shoulder for the third time.

He turned to look at you curiously, eyes falling to the case of arrows you were carrying. “Gimme that,” Before you could answer his hand was over your shoulders, grasping the strap in his hands and pulling it off your arm. He tilted his head to the side to swish his braids out of the way, throwing your arrows over his shoulder that was already carrying his own.

You stared at him with a confused expression, having to remind yourself to keep your feet moving. “I was perfectly fine carrying that on my own, you know.”

“Was just being nice.” He sighed, not even bothering to meet your gaze while he spoke.

“Yeah, that’s rich coming from you.” You muttered under your breath with folded arms, not missing the way his ear twitched, jaw tensing at your words. You thought you said it quiet enough, but by the look on his face, he definitely heard you. You figured you’d keep the banter to a minimum for the rest of the way to your campsite.

After about thirty minutes you arrived at a secluded part of the forest where not many animals came through. Fauna dressed with various shades of greens and browns that encased the area, the forest floor mossy and soft against the soles of your feet.

You took a deep breath and looked around, inhaling the air that seemed much fresher around you from all the vegetation. Lo’ak had already gotten busy setting up, crouching down to set your equipment against the base of a tree trunk. You plopped down into a sitting position and sighed in relief. He walked so fast that you damn near had to sprint the entire way here.

Two bows in hand, he silently walked past where you were sitting and started on his way back into the trees. Invested in the colorful wildflowers surrounding your feet, you hadn’t noticed he was no longer in front of you until you looked up to see your bows gone, as well as him. “Lo’ak?” You whipped your head around with a hint of fear in your voice, trying to figure out which direction he had went.

“Come on, hurry up!” He yelled out, your ears perking up once you realized he hadn’t travelled far. You sighed and forced yourself to stand, quickly skipping through the forest to catch up with him.

His behavior was so odd, it was only making you more agitated by the second. You angrily stared at his back, having to look away shortly after once your mind unexpectedly jumped from how annoying he was to how his muscles flexed when he walked.

It really had been long since the two of you were alone, because you hadn’t remembered his shoulders being this broad, or his legs this toned. Training with Neteyam and his father was clearly paying off.

You pointed your chin up when he turned around to hand you your bow, rolling your lips into themselves and trying not to blush at the fact that he almost caught you staring.

“Here,” He pushed it in your direction, not letting go until your hand wrapped around the curve of the wood and took it from his grasp.

You followed closely behind him, looking up to see lemurs swinging from branch to branch while the wild life croaked and screeched around you. He suddenly slowed in pace, causing you to almost stumble into his back while his knees bent slightly, taking long strides while keeping his eyes pinned on the ground below him. His head low.

You peered around curiously, trying to get a look at his face. “What are you doing?”

“Shh, tracking.” He muttered.

You paused. “Why?”

“You want to eat, don’t you?” He responded, irritated.

“I was just asking a question, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” Grumbling, you ducked your head under a low-hanging branch after he did.

“I don’t wear panties.” He huffed, swiftly equipping an arrow to the string of his bow and preparing to pull it back. He must have spotted something you hadn’t.

“Could’ve fooled me, cause for the last four months you’ve kinda been acting like a bitch-“ Your eyes darted in the direction where leaves rustled, sighing when you saw the small hexapede he was planning on piercing with an arrow skit past the two of you. Disappearing into the trees due of the volume of your voice.

“God, ugh!” He dropped his bow to his side, head snapping around to look at you with the most agitated expression you’ve ever seen him wear. “Do you ever stop talking? Like, genuinely asking here. If you had just shut up with the questions we wouldn’t have lost our dinner.”

You swallowed the spit pooling in your mouth and bit the inside of your cheek, only looking down at your feet and mumbling a nearly non-existent ‘sorry’. Had you stayed looking up, you wouldn’t have missed the look of regret that flashed across his face. You felt your heart pinch at the venom in his tone and decided against speaking up again.

Eclipse had fallen over the sky about an hour later, the both of you trudging to the campsite with a couple fish skewered onto your arrows. The journey back was excruciatingly silent. You hadn’t dared to make a peep after seeing how much you pissed him off earlier. He attempted to make some side comments during the hike to spark up a conversation, but you were so tuned out from the present situation that his words fell on deaf ears.

You now sat with your back against the bark of a burly tree, keeping yourself busy by continuing to weave a top you had previously been working on back at home. You were glad you thought to bring it with you, not knowing you would need something to occupy you from looking up and catching the pair of eyes that were boring holes into your forehead like lasers.

He sighed as he watched you, guilt burning in the pit of his stomach as if he were in hell. You forgot that he knew you, forgot that he knew you would distract yourself with random tasks just to avoid speaking on something that bothered you. He hadn’t meant to snap like that, and honestly you weren’t even the reason for his irritability. He just took it out on you on accident.

“You hungry?” He held up a freshly roasted fish, beckoning it towards you and assuming you could see him even though your gaze was downcast into your work.

“Nope.” You muttered.

“Why?”

“Big lunch.” Your movements became slightly jagged at his questioning.

“That’s bullshit. You never eat lunch.” He scoffed.

You threw the top you were working on down in front of you and huffed in frustration. Why was he acting like he still knew you as if this entire time it hadn’t been his mission to become strangers again?

“You wanna know what’s bullshit, Lo’ak? Us being friends since childhood, spending almost everyday together and then suddenly you stop talking to me at all. You treat me like a complete stranger and I don’t even understand why.” His eyes left yours and settled on the fish in front of him, as if this was suddenly his first time seeing one. He was quiet for a beat, making you huff out an aggravated breath and throw your hands up at the futile attempt to get him to speak.

“I’m sorry.” He finally mumbled.

You blinked, waiting for him to continue, eyebrows raising in disbelief when he didn’t. “That’s it? You’ve been treating me like I’m the bane of your existence for months now and all you can say is sorry? You missed my Uniltaron when you promised you’d be there for me, and now all you can say is sorry?” You laughed bitterly, standing up before he could form an answer to your rhetorical question. Eyes pinning him in place as you watched his body shift to stand. “Don’t follow me.” You held a hand up to stop him, stalking away before you could blow a fuse. You weren’t planning to go far, you just needed to be away from him for a bit.

Lo’ak sat in that same spot the entire time you were gone, his appetite dissipating while he stared down at his hands in shame. He didn’t know what he expected, but all he knew was he felt bad for hurting your feelings to this point. It was one of the things he hated about himself the most, his irrational decisions that never considered the other party’s feelings.

Honestly, he thought so little of himself that he assumed you wouldn’t be bothered by his absence. But now that he was rehashing the details over in his mind he felt like an idiot. Of course it bothered you, the two of you were attached at the hip and best friends who did almost everything together, until he let the discouraging words of others get into his head.

His previously slumped body sat up as he saw you re-emerge from the trees, guilt rushing over him once more because your avoidant eyes still refused to meet his.

He looked up at the moon, realizing it was getting late and starting to put the fire out. You lowered yourself to the mossy grass, sliding down until the soft blades tickled your back. You discreetly watched Lo’ak do the same, along with putting a few feet of space between the two of you as he could nearly feel the anger radiating off your body.

With the fire now put out, the draft that travelled through the air made small goosebumps prick at your skin. And with shut eyes you curled your body into itself to capture as much heat as you could. Lo’ak laid next to you with his back flat against the grass, hands resting on his middle and gaze glued to the twinkling stars above. He allowed his eyes to come to a close but just a few moments after they did, they snapped back open and looked in your direction at the sound of you shuffling around.

“You’re cold.” He stated. The words coming out as an observation and not a question.

“I am not.” How fast you answered made it easy for him to know you weren’t telling the truth.

“You’re a terrible liar, and I can hear your teeth chattering from over here.” He sighed, propping himself up on an elbow and talking to your back. “You know you catch colds easily, [Y/n]. So c’mere.”

Your eyes opened at his suggestion and your body tensed, but not from the brisk air blowing against your skin. “And what’s that gonna do?” Cringing at how pathetic your voice sounded. You had planned on coming off assertive and uninterested.

“Warm you up?” He looked around as if the answer were obvious, and it was. But for some reason you felt… shy. You and him were once friends, so close to the point where hugging or holding hands had became normal. You’d even sat in his lap a few times. So now that you were sure the two of you no longer favored each other, why would this feel any different?

“Come on, my mom will skin me if I bring you home sick. It’s not a big deal.” He tacked that on for good measure, clearing his throat to push down the weird fuzzy feeling that was traveling up the column of his neck when you slowly sat up. Only half convinced at his reasoning, you reluctantly scooted over towards him, daring not make eye contact.

His lips almost curling up into his usual sideways smile was a sight you tried your best to ignore, witnessing it from the corner of your eye as you moved. Having the intense urge to smack it off his face but gently laying your body down next to his in order to control yourself. He cautiously wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer and inviting your head to lay on his chest.

You inhaled through your nose, unknowingly holding your breath when his warm hand came in contact with your skin, while he respectfully rested it just below your shoulders. You kept your arms tucked into yourself, legs laid out straight and your cheek pressed against the azure barrier between you and his beating heart.

You instinctively snuggled in closer, silently grateful for the comforting warmth radiating off his body and he could feel it when you relaxed in his hold, just like you used to. You had forgotten what it felt like to be this close to him. Soaking in the lullaby of his soft breaths and you hated how much you missed it.

The ear pressed to his chest picked up on a slight increase in his heart rate, and you threw a remark out just to keep the energy from shifting into weird grounds. “This doesn’t change anything, by the way. I’m still mad at you. I just hate being sick.”

He stared down at your body in close proximity to his, nose nuzzled into your soft hair as discreetly as possible while he mentally kicked himself for being dumb enough to ruin something like this for himself. Giving you the cold shoulder in the past just to quell his own feelings had been one of his stupidest decisions yet. “Yeah, I know.” He swallowed, his hand hesitantly reaching to stroke up and down your arm. “I am sorry though, [Y/n]. Really.” His apology was layered.

You bit your lip, feeling the urge to respond but not having it in you to set aside your pride. There was no way he was getting back in this easily, not after he had you questioning everything you knew due to his closed off behavior. “Just go to sleep, Lo’ak.” You sighed. He agreed by closing his eyes.

Fleeting sounds of chirping birds and leaves ruffling from the lemurs above your head rustled you from your slumber, eyelids slowly peeling apart to see the world sideways. You rubbed your eyes to clear your vision. You were on your other side now, and Lo’ak wasn’t in front of you.

You went to stretch, your limbs feeling a bit cramped from sleeping on the hard forest floor for hours on end. Regardless of your slightly achy joints and the lack of your hammock netting beneath you, this was surprisingly the best night’s sleep you’d had in a while. Weird.

Extending your legs outwards, you went to do the same for your back when you felt a pair of tightly wrapped arms around your middle halt your efforts. Your body stilled when you realized the hard surface against your upper back belonged to the man you were trying to make yourself despise.

Sometime during the brisk night you turned over onto your other side, and Lo’ak had pulled your slender body back into his and tucked himself into you. He was holding you as if this had been what he wanted to do for years, his light snoring indicating that he felt comfortable enough to sleep so deeply.

And as soon as you came to the revelation, all of your senses began to kick back in at an overwhelming rate. The feeling of his head snuggled into the small of your neck. His soft, parted lips just grazing the surface of your skin. His light breaths leaving temporary traces of heat on your collarbone made your ears flick with a feeling you didn’t want to put a name to. The backside of your body fit into his like a puzzle piece, flush with no room between as if he were scared you’d disappear in the middle of the night.

You felt your heart quicken in pace, cheeks flushing at how you had gone from not speaking, to being cuddled up with one another in just a day. Though the two of you interacted like you couldn’t stand each other, your bodies naturally knew you craved affection only the other could provide and they betrayed the front you tried to put on.

Would the two of you had fallen into each other so intimately, so accepting in the comfort of an embrace during the night, if you truly weren’t supposed to be like this?

You were too stubborn to care, and maybe a bit in denial, too. All you knew was that you needed it to stop because your brain was turning to mush the longer each rise of his chest moved your body in sync.

“Lo’ak!” You smacked the back of his hand and hissed his name, the action pulling him out of his deep sleep.

“Huh?” He grumbled, sharply inhaling with sudden consciousness and opening his eyes.

“Move. Your arms.” You spoke through gritted teeth, eyes flicking down to the limbs that had you caged.

He raised a brow, not understanding what you were talking about until he peered over your shoulder. “Oh shit,“ He instantly retracted his arms, allowing you to scramble away from him while he sat up and nervously watched you readjust your garments. He hadn’t meant to make you uncomfortable in the slightest, he didn’t even realize he was holding you in such a way until you woke him up— and right about now you looked like you wanted nothing to do with him.

Little did he know.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I- I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, not being able to meet your gaze and hoping you’d finish his thought for him, so he wouldn’t have to say it aloud.

You were too flustered to even think about eye contact, shaking your head and interjecting before he could continue speaking. “It’s fine. Let’s just, pretend it didn’t happen.” You mumbled, not missing the way he looked at you as if he wanted to disagree, his mouth opening just to close a second later.

All he did was nod, clearing his throat and rising to his feet while you tried to busy yourself by brushing imaginary dirt off your body.

You tried your best to make the rest of the day as normal as possible, to no avail, of course.

For some strange reason, you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off him. After a while of him ignoring you, it had became pretty easy to do the same to him. Before this morning, at least.

You cursed your sharp, all seeing eyes. The way they caught every muscle that tensed in his strong legs when he took a step forward, or how his defined shoulders pulled apart to send an arrow plunging through the air.

Every time he turned towards you to speak, you had to force yourself to look away. The fact that you couldn’t seem to control the thoughts invading your mind without your permission was starting to piss you off. And the way his chiseled abs cut directly into a ridiculously evident v-line above the hem of his loincloth, with the rest of it hidden and succeeding in peaking your interest, was not helping you in the slightest.

What was wrong with you? How was it that you felt even more drawn to him now that he was more detached than ever? He seemed to notice your discomfort, eyes narrowing at your focused expression cast upon a boring tree trunk when you didn’t answer to your name.

“Huh?” You snapped your eyes back in his direction when he called your name again, gulping at his oddly knowing expression.

“You seem awfully distracted. Are you alright?” He said.

“Yeah, like you’d care.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, eager to keep up your tough and uninterested front.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He folded his toned arms in front of him and you kept your eyes locked on the scowl he wore. It was a double edged sword, either you looked away which would solidify his suspicion that something was in fact going on with you, or you continued to make eye contact with the searing orbs that were making your heartbeat bang against your eardrums. Somehow the second option seemed like the better one.

“It means exactly what you think it means. We stopped being friends a while ago, Lo’ak. That was what you wanted, and you made it very obvious.” You grabbed an arrow from your quiver and pulled it against the string of your bow, extending your arm out and aiming for the makeshift target he had carved into the tree bark with his knife a little ways in front of you.

His brows knit together, features screwing up as if you had just made some outlandish claim. “What do you mean? We never stopped being friends. I still care about you, [Y/n].”

Your heart jumped at the unexpected words that left his mouth, fingers slipping when you released the arrow. It missed the target by a long shot, landing outside and below the circle.

You bit the inside of your cheek, shaking your head and the feeling that was creeping up your throat, out and away. “Well you sure as hell don’t act like it. And I’m pretty sure friends are supposed to speak to each other.” You mumbled, digging your toes into the dirt, the soil moist along your sole while you prepped another arrow.

“I-“ He sighed, mind searching for the right words. “I promise it wasn’t personal. There was just a lot going on, and I got busy.” He moved to stand close behind you, gently raising your elbow upwards with the tips of his fingers. He pressed a hand to your stomach and pushed it against your core, a silent instruction to strengthen your stance.

Oh right. He was supposed to be coaching you on your form. So why did it feel like more than that?

You sucked a breath in through your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut to try and put out the fire his hand ignited. Your core tightened, much to his approval. But not for the reason he assumed. You cleared your throat and stared daggers into the target in front of you, the shakiness of your voice paired with your hands giving away just how flustered he was making you.

“Oh sure. Busy trying to keep me out of your life, right?” You spat, releasing your grasp and hitting millimeters from the bullseye.

You felt the heat of his firm chest against the skin of your back, a small gasp leaving your lips when his lips brushed against the tip of your ear as he leaned down. “Busy trying to keep my mind off you.” He responded, voice so low you could’ve missed it had you not been paying attention.

“What?” You turned around to face him, your faces much closer than you expected and you quickly took a step back.

“I said,” He took one closer. “I was busy trying to keep my mind, off you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop playing games with me, Lo’ak. You’ve confused me enough already.” This morning made sure of that.

He reached for your hands, the speed in which you dropped your bow to the ground almost comical and you allowed him to slip his fingers into your palms. “I would never say something like that if I didn’t mean it, [Y/n]. There wasn’t a single moment I wasn’t thinking about you. There never has been, and there never will be. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much space I put between us, I just can’t shake you.” He said, the pads of his thumbs smoothing along the backs of your hands.

You blinked at him in disbelief, eyes widened as you stared at him in shock. You always thought there had been mutual feelings there. The way he acted with you in the past versus the other girls in the village confirmed that. Which was why the sudden rejection of your company and his absence in your life had pained you so much. You not only lost your bestfriend, but the man you hadn’t gotten the chance to love.

“I know, I know. It’s a lot,” He sighed, gnawing at his lip as your apprehension began to mirror onto him. “And I know, I was an asshole-“

“Are an asshole.” You corrected, watching him immediately nod in agreement.

“Alright, I’m an asshole. It was stupid to distance myself from you, and I regret it more than you know, I swear of it. I just didn’t know how to sort through my feelings, and I let everyone get in my head and tell me you’d be better off and… I guess I agreed with them? But I knew there was no way you would listen, so I tried my hardest to make you hate me.” He spoke cautiously, nearly wincing at how bad it sounded now that he was saying it out loud.

Your hand came up before you could control it, palm landing across his cheek and the force of it making his head turn to the side. You glared at him with a tense jaw, the tears pricking your waterline indicating something other than anger.

Lo’ak nodded to himself, licking his bottom lip and grazing his fingers over the sting your hand had left on his cheek. “Yeah, I deserved that.” He breathed out a humorous laugh.

You waited forever to have a moment like this with him, and now that you finally had, it wasn’t anything like what you expected it to be. Confessions bringing up stifled emotions and painful memories you thought you buried ages ago. And now the only thing you could think about was all the time that had been wasted due to miscommunication.

“So let me get this straight, you genuinely thought that destroying the bond we had was better than just letting me love you? Couldn’t you have given me a choice, to decide what I thought was best for me? I loved you, Lo’ak. And you broke my heart.” The rise of your chest stuttered and made your voice crack, the sound of it making his eyes soften with remorse.

“Loved?” He parroted, amber eyes searching yours for any remnants of the feeling he hoped remained.

You snatched your hands away, not even realizing what you had said until he repeated it back to you. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” You muttered.

“The hell it doesn’t! Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

You rubbed your forehead in annoyance, feeling a headache coming on and his response only made it worse. “Do you even listen to your mom when she talks to you? Have you not noticed how they put us together in almost every situation possible?” You gesticulated your hands angrily. “They’ve been asking us why we don’t speak anymore, and this trip was a way to make that happen.”

He cursed himself under his breath, because you were right. He doesn’t listen to his mom when she talks— most of the time he’s tuning her out in case it’s just the usual scolding because he did something stupid.

“You don’t get to ask the questions, Lo’ak. I’ve been sitting here for months, trying to talk to you and all you did was push me away, like I was contagious with a fucking disease. How could you?” Your hands balled into fists. You couldn’t fathom how he had found it in his heart to treat you this way.

And you were— contagious, in a way. No matter how hard he tried to push the feelings down, to rid his body of the fluttering sensation you gave him, being around you would only bring it back even stronger than it was before it left. The truth was, Lo’ak had never been as happy as he was with you and it scared him. Scared him so much that he let others make him believe he wasn’t deserving of it. Wasn’t deserving of you.

“You wouldn’t even look at me, not once! I went to our spot everyday, hoping you would show up and you never did. So I gave up.” You said, voice growing smaller with each word and wavering. He raised his hand to wipe the tears you hadn’t realized rolled down your cheeks, his expression so contrite when you leaned away from his touch that it hurt you to watch.

“Don’t say that, please don’t say that.” He pleaded in a whisper, both hands coming up now to cup your flushed face in his hands. “Please don’t give up on us when I’ve just figured it out. I know it took a while and I know I’m an idiot for it, but please don’t tell me that I’m too late.”

You wanted so badly to say yes. Your heart ached to throw yourself into his arms and forget about the way he had treated you, but you couldn’t. The damage had been done, and you were terrified. Terrified that if you let him in again, the past would repeat itself and you knew you couldn’t handle getting your heart stomped on for a second time.

Your hands found their way to his wrists, hiccuping at the thought of pulling them away. You shook your head, eyes locking on his to give him your final answer. “I’m sorry, Lo’ak. I can’t.”

You decided to end your trip early.

You couldn’t bare to be around Lo’ak anymore. Wanting to be with him just as much as he did you, but the doubts in your mind overwrote your heart any time you so much of thought about giving him a chance.

It was a constant battle and it was taking more of a toll on you than you expected. The feeling of his eyes burning into your back was unbearable, his jaw tensing because you just wouldn’t meet his eyes.

He was in agreement. He had finally been confident enough to challenge what the others swore would happen and came to terms with his feelings, but he was too late. The fact that you were so close that he could reach out and touch you was torturous, the only thing stopping him was the wedge he had plunged between you. He wanted to scream. To go back in time and yell in the face of his past self, to tell him that this was the stupidest decision he would ever make if he went through with it. He’d never forgive himself.

As soon as you were out the forest, you went your separate ways with no words spoken. Leaving Lo’ak alone where he stood, his arm moving to reach out to you but missing your fingers just by a mere inch. He prayed you would turn around, ‘come on, come on, turn around’ aimlessly repeating the words to himself. You didn’t.

He threw his bow to the ground, balling his fists up in frustration and bringing his arms up and over his head. “Fuck!” He growled, kicking at the ground and bringing up a cloud of dirt in the process.

You sat on the floor of your hut across from your mother, poking the steamed meat and vegetables around in your bowl with a lack of interest. Your elbow against the table and your chin propped into the palm of your hand, you couldn’t find it in you to take a bite. You had no appetite and feeding yourself was the last thing on your mind right now.

“Maite?” Your mother’s voice tore you from your endless rumination, and you looked up to see her expression as one of concern.

You hummed a mindless response. "Hm?"

“You’ve barely touched your food at all. You love when I make sturmbeest for you…” Her eyes motioned down to where your finger had been poking and prodding. “Is something wrong?” She asked.

You knew your mom, and she knew you. Chances are when she was asking you a question, there was no point in lying because she already had the answer. She just wanted to see what you’d say first. Nevertheless, you decided to try anyway.

You shook your head, pushing a small chunk of food into your mouth as to not be wasteful. “Just thinking.” You mumbled.

“Mm,” She nodded, her eyes never leaving where they were pinned on you. “Why don’t you go talk to him? Sitting here playing with your food won’t change anything.”

Her question nearly had you choking on your food, coughing a bit and forcing yourself to swallow with flared eyes. “H-huh? How did you…” You gulped, your rapid blinking and now straightened posture confirming her inference.

“Well you haven’t said one word of how the trip went since you got back. Not to mention, you came home early. And you haven’t been very present at dinner time lately, so I can only assume that something happened. Yes?” She quirked a brow at you.

You sighed, nodding and pushing your bowl out in front of you. There was no use in lying, you had to tell your mom the truth. You wanted to. “Yes he… He told me how he feels, finally. But I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t know if I can trust him again. I just don’t think it’s meant to be us, mom.” Shoulders drooping at your own revelation, you wanted nothing more than it to be him.

She tsked and shook her head at you, almost annoyed at your inability to see what was right in front of you. “Eywa does not make mistakes, my child. Since the two of you were little, there were signs. You should give him a chance to redeem himself. I am certain you won’t regret it.”

You trusted your mother more than anything. Her advice had never once led you astray, and you felt something wriggle it’s way through the cracks in your wall of uncertainty. Hope.

“You think so?” You asked quietly, fingers twiddling in anticipation. You felt newfound giddiness crawling up your spine and couldn’t find it in yourself to push it back down.

“I know so. The boy has been in love with you since the day you carved your first bows together.” She laughed and your hand shot up to cover an incoming smile. “Now go, find him and tell him how you feel. Don’t make him wait any longer.” She shooed, hastily waving her hands to bring you out of your lovesick trance.

You were up and out of your hut in seconds, bidding your mother a ‘see you later’ while your legs carried you faster than you could handle. You bundled your way past greeting villagers, responding quickly so you wouldn’t have to pause your trekking. They stared at you curiously, wondering where you were off to in such a hurry, away from your home and into the forest.

The heavy padding of your steps left illuminated patches of moss in your wake. The forest coming alive around you and the beating of your heart increasing with every duck under a leaf and leap over a log, knowing you were nearing your destination.

You eventually made your way uphill and onto a clearing, scenting him before you saw him. Poking your head around a low hanging branch, you felt nervousness pool in the pit of your stomach at the sight of Lo’ak’s slightly hunched form seated on the cliff. You stared at the back of his head, trying to gain the courage to approach him and preparing yourself for the conversation to come.

It wasn’t long before he caught a whiff of your scent as well, his ears unconsciously perking up. He could never mistake the intoxicating aroma of episoth petals and healing rose, a sigh escaping him when he remembered how lovely it had been to be around you those short two days. How being close to you after months apart scratched the itch he could never reach.

You walked over, slowly lowering yourself to sit next to him. Mimicking his position and draping your legs over the cliffside. “I thought you didn’t come here anymore.” Your gentle voice broke the silence, eyes focused on the stars gleaming in the distance.

“I never stopped, I was always here when you were. Even your Uniltaron, I was there. And I wanted to talk to you, to tell you I was sorry for the way I was acting. I just didn’t know how.” He said, voice low as if he were afraid to speak. Scared that he’d make another mistake.

You turned to look at him, taking in his glum state and drooped posture. A frown forming on your lips at his confession. You spent months upset with him, trying to hate him. Thinking he discarded your friendship to the side with malice, only to find out he had suffered just as much as you did. Blaming himself for a mistake he didn’t know how to undo. You cast your gaze down at your hands, taking a breath in before your fingers went to overlap his. His head snapped in your direction, his demeanor suddenly hopeful just at the mere touch.

“Lo’ak,” you started, weakly. “I’m scared.” Your eyes stapled shut, and he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled it close to him.

His features solemn, he silently begged you to open your eyes, holding your hand in both of his. “Why?” He whispered.

You sighed shakily, swallowing around nothing. “If I give myself to you, you can’t-“ Your voice shuddered and Lo’ak lifted your hand up, rubbing his cheek against the back of it as encouragement for you to continue. “Please don’t break me again.”

“Had I known I had your heart, I would’ve never done it. I want nothing more than to be loved by you, [Y/n]. To have the privilege to love you, to call you my own. If you’ll have me.” He voiced, bringing your knuckles to his lips and placing a light kiss upon them, golden irises never leaving the ones that were starting to water in front of him. “I love you too much to put you through that again.”

You had never seen Lo’ak so vulnerable, the look in his eyes one of such sincerity that your own emotions quickly overtook you. Ridding your mind of any reluctancy as you threw yourself into his arms. He exhaled heavily, taking not another moment to wrap his arms around you and bury his face into the space where your neck met your shoulder. Inhaling the scent he missed so much. He sighed in relief, hands splayed across your back to hold you as close to him as possible.

You pulled away, to his surprise as he instantly searched your face for any indication of something wrong. You held his face in your hands, barely able to tear your focus from his parted lips as you spoke. “I love you too, ma Lo’ak.” You whispered, his eyes softening at the term of endearment. You melted into his embrace when he closed the gap between you, pressing your lips together without a regard for air. Breathing him in would just have to be enough.

Your head tilted as you deepened the kiss. He chased your lips and followed suit, not wanting to be apart from you even for a second if he could help it. The kiss was desperate and delicate, hasty and lacking of grace as the both of you quenched the thirst water would not quell.

He broke away from you unwillingly, the need for air trumping his intense desire to continue. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He grinned, voice breathless and fangs peeking out while his warm hands travelled up and down the small of your back. Allowing a swarm of butterflies to take home in your belly.

You giggled and clambered your way into his lap, his immediate acceptance revealed in the way his hands dropped down to hold your hips without a second thought. You draped your arms over his shoulders before you pressed your forehead to his, your fingers grazing along the skin of his back to leave goosebumps in your wake. “Just shut up and kiss me again.” You cooed, watching him lick his lips.

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

He gladly leaned in, but not completely— his top lip just faintly brushing against yours. Languidly lingering there with his mouth slightly agape as he relished in the feeling of your warmth, breathing in your air. “Lo’ak…” Your gaze settled on his half-lidded one for a moment and you almost whimpered at the tease. Your hand finding the back of his neck and pulling him into you, eager to pick up right where you left off.

His lips pressed to yours and they moved gently but fervently. The feeling of your weight in his lap making him hum into your mouth as his arms pressed your body flush against his. The desire that remained from all the months apart bled through his soft touches and washed onto you, hands traveling desperately over his heated, striped skin as if you would run out of time.

This was something you could get used to.

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Hands Off

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I’ve received several general requests for protective/jealous Rooster fics. While I don’t think Rooster is someone who gets jealous, in the sense that he trusts his wife completely, he definitely is super protective. I hope this piece works for all those of you who requested something along these lines!

Warnings: Some language, a creepy pervert acting like a creepy pervert, a small physical altercation.

“Another round over here, hot stuff!”

You did your best to refrain from rolling your eyes, making your way over to the table in the back, where one of the most obnoxious men you’d ever encountered in your life was snickering with his friends. Setting your tray down on the table, you began clearing away their empty glasses, your chin held high as you did everything in your power to ignore their leering glances. You had purposely worn a pair of high-waisted jeans and a T-shirt with The Hard Deck’s logo on it, one that completely shielded your chest from prying eyes. But creeps would be creeps.

“I’ll be right back with a fresh round for you guys,” you told them in as neutral a voice as possible, managing to sidestep the hand that was coming perilously close to your behind.

“Thanks, cutie,” the jerk in the pink polo shirt said with a wink and a lascivious grin.

Skin crawling, you lifted up your tray and quickly moved away from them. If Penny wasn’t such a good friend, you would’ve walked out of The Hard Deck right that minute.

Though you technically hadn’t been on payroll at Penny’s bar since before you and Rooster were even engaged, you still volunteered to help out from time to time on the nights when The Hard Deck got really busy. You always refused to take any money from Penny, but she insisted that you keep your tips. It was a little agreement that the two of you had come to.

“Are those guys giving you a problem?” Penny asked as she refilled their drinks. She shot a look over at their table, where they were guffawing obnoxiously, probably at some stupid joke.

You glanced over your shoulder and followed her gaze. This time, you did roll your eyes. “No more so than your standard, run-of-the-mill loser,” you told her, carefully arranging the mugs of beer on your tray.

“Y/N,” Penny sighed, shaking her head. “I can ask them to leave. Or tell them they’re going to have to buy a round if they don’t cut it out. You’re doing me a favor. I don’t want you—”

“It’s fine, Penny,” you cut her off, smiling. “Really. Not worth making a scene over. You don’t need any more stress.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Penny replied, still looking skeptical. She shot another glance at the table in the back, then smiled conspiratorially. “Rooster and the others will be here soon anyway, huh? I’m sure they won’t want to mess with them.”

“Definitely not,” you laughed in agreement, hefting the full tray of beers over to their table. “Here you go, gentlemen,” you said politely, setting their drinks down in front of them. They were the farthest thing from gentlemen in your mind, but you’d learned to be polite to even the rudest of customers from your full-time waitressing days.

“Why don’t you join us, hot stuff?” Pink Polo smirked, brushing his hand against the back of yours, which made you stiffen immediately. Evidently the wedding band sitting very snugly on your finger wasn’t sending a clear enough message.

“Can’t,” you told him curtly, snatching your empty tray back up. “There’s a lot of other customers who need me. Plus, my husband will be here any minute,” you added pointedly.

“Husband, huh? You got a husband stupid enough to let his pretty little wife prance around this bar all night?” he shot back, leaning back in his seat smugly.

You bit your tongue to keep from firing back at him, not wanting to cause any trouble for Penny. But his words, paired with that smug look on his face, had infuriated you. Swallowing back your anger, you pasted a false smile on your face. “No, but I do have a husband who respects and trusts me enough to let me help out a friend,” you told him, spinning away without a second glance. The sound of their laughter echoing behind you made your blood boil.

Dropping your tray on the bar, you closed your eyes and took a couple deep breaths. There was no point in letting a pack of losers like that ruin your night. Just as you were getting ready to turn and go check on some of the other customers, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and a familiar cheek press against yours.

“There’s my best girl,” Rooster whispered in your ear, grinning as he captured your lips in a quick kiss of greeting.

You laughed, instantly feeling better once you were in his arms. “Well hello,” you grinned, turning so that you could wrap your arms around him. He had swapped his flight suit for a pair of jeans and one of the Hawaiian shirts that you knew had belonged to his dad. Handsome, as always, was your husband.

“How’s the night going? No one giving you any problems, I trust?” Rooster asked, raising an eyebrow. You could tell he was only half-joking.

“None,” you fibbed, pressing a reassuring kiss to his lips. There was no point in telling him about the creeps from the back. It would just upset him, and for what? He deserved some time to unwind after work. Those jerks weren’t worth a fight.

Over Rooster’s shoulder, you spotted your other friends already congregating near the pool table. You waved to Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and Hangman, who all waved back and shouted their greetings to you. Mav, too, had arrived with the rest of the team and was already helping Penny behind the bar.

“Why don’t you go have some fun with everyone and I’ll bring you guys some drinks, okay?” you suggested, resting a hand on his chest as he stole another kiss from your lips.

“Come sit with us, baby,” Rooster begged, resting his hands on your hips and giving you his best puppy-dog look.

You smiled at that, swatting at him playfully. “I will when I can. But I’m here to work tonight,” you said, shooing him away.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Rooster winked, making his way over to play a few rounds of pool.

For the next hour or so, things went just fine. The Hard Deck started to get more crowded, just as you all had expected it to, and you were running orders back and forth all over the bar. Pink Polo and his friends continued to get more and more intoxicated, their comments becoming increasingly lewd and perverted.

“Maybe I could show your husband how a real man handles his woman,” Pink Polo whispered with a smile that sent a shiver down your spine.

Hurrying away from him, trying to push his comments out of your mind, you found yourself running straight into your husband’s arms.

“What’s wrong?” Rooster asked, taking one look at your face and knowing something was up. He touched a gentle hand to your cheek, his eyes meeting yours.

“Nothing, just getting a little flustered with all these orders. I’m out of practice,” you told him with a smile, deflecting as best you could.

Rooster didn’t seem to buy what you were saying completely, but he didn’t push the point. “Let me help you then.”

“You don’t have to, babe. You’ve already been working all day. Go have fun,” you told him, giving him an appreciative kiss before sending him back on his way to the pool table.

“Oh, hot stuff!” came Pink Polo’s irritating voice.

Sighing and wondering when the hell he was going to leave, you turned to find your least favorite customer waving his empty glass in the air and smirking at you.

“Another round, babycakes,” he told you, teasingly holding the glass out of your reach when you went to take it from him. “Oops, sorry,” he chuckled, finally handing it to you.

As you turned to leave, however, he suddenly reached out and smacked your ass. Hard. Despite the music blaring, the sound of it seemed to reverberate throughout the whole bar.

“And make it fast, sweets,” he winked.

Before you could even blink, before your brain could even fully register what had just happened, your husband was already tearing across the bar, the rest of your friends shouting loudly as they followed behind him.

“What the fuck did you just say to her?!” Rooster demanded, roughly grabbing Pink Polo by the front of his shirt and hauling him out of his seat.

Your husband was the kindest, gentlest, most loving person you knew. But he was also fiercely protective of those he loved and completely unafraid to get physical when he needed to. You could tell from the rage blaring in his eyes at that moment that he felt he needed to. No one was going to disrespect you like that and get away with it, not if Rooster had anything to say about it.

Pink Polo’s friends stood up and moved as if to lunge at Rooster, but quickly backed down the second they saw Coyote, Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy taking up the rear, ready to back Rooster’s play. Bob, knowing he was the least intimidating looking of all of them, hung behind the rest, still wanting to offer his support if needed.

Penny and Phoenix grabbed your arm to pull you back, Mav making his way over to keep an eye on things as well.

“Huh? What the fuck did you say?” Rooster repeated, shaking the creep by the front of his shirt. “You think you’re gonna put your fucking hands on a woman like that and get away with it? Let’s see how you like it when I put my fucking hands on you,” Rooster shouted, raising a fist as Pink Polo attempted to scramble out of his hold, his useless friends just staring, slack-jawed.

“Baby, no!” you cried out suddenly, covering your face with your hands in panic. “It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it,” you told him, knowing your husband would go to any length to defend you.

Rooster looked back at you, recognizing the concern on your face. Normally, he wouldn’t have backed down in a situation like this, but when he saw how much stress it was causing you, he slowly lowered his fist.

“You’re lucky my wife’s a better person than I am,” Rooster told Pink Polo through gritted teeth, letting go of his shirt and shoving him away. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“I’m going to settle my tab,” Pink Polo sneered, reaching for his wallet.

“You know,” Penny said, stepping forward in that instant and raising a hand. “One of the rules of my bar is that if you disrespect a lady, you buy a round. But I’ll do you a favor. You can just get the fuck out of here and never come back,” she told him coldly, prompting a chorus of cheers from the crowd.

“Fine,” Pink Polo frowned, glaring at Rooster and then at you. “God, such a big fucking deal over one stupid slut.”

Not even you were able to stop Rooster this time as he slammed his fist directly into Pink Polo’s nose, knocking him to the ground.

“I think you broke my fucking nose!” he cried out, blood spurting out and staining his lovely pink polo shirt.

“Aw, what a shame,” Hangman sighed, bending down to pick him up with Coyote’s and Payback’s assistance. “Penny, my dear?” he asked, looking over at her with a knowing grin.

Smirking, Penny gave a nod to signal exactly what they should do with him. As the rest of the crowd booed and tossed their drinks at him, Pink Polo and his friends were tossed soundly out onto the sand.

“Wish we could say it’s been a pleasure,” Payback smirked, slamming the door shut behind them once he, Hangman, and Coyote were back inside.

Once Pink Polo and his posse were taken care of, everyone surrounded you, checking if you were alright and asking if there was anything they could do. But you only had eyes for the man standing before you, his bruised knuckles and slightly skewed Hawaiian shirt the only indications that he’d been in any sort of scuffle at all.

Stepping over to him, you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. “You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, holding him close.

“Yes, I did,” Rooster whispered back, stroking your back gently as he pressed you close to his chest. “Nobody’s ever going to disrespect you like that, baby. Nobody.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, then pulled back to look at you. “Are you alright?”

“I should be asking you that,” you replied, lifting his bruised hand to your lips and pressing a tender kiss to his knuckles.

“Ah, I’ve had worse,” Rooster grinned, reaching up to cup your cheek with his battered hand. “Totally worth it to defend you, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“God, I love you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him soundly, right there in the middle of The Hard Deck.

“Ugh, you guys are gross,” Hangman joked, rolling his eyes as everyone else laughed and turned away to give you both some privacy.

“Thanks for protecting me, baby,” you whispered, snuggling against his chest.

“Always, honey,” Rooster murmured, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist for the rest of the night.

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rafedaddy01 · 4 months

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The Sex Counselor

Part 2

If you want to read part one, I’ll link it for you here. And the request for this series is right here.

“So, y/n. Now that we are alone I’d like to get to know you better. Tell me some of your sexual interests. Any kinks or fantasies?” He clicks his pen and opens his notebook. I feel flustered as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and smooth out the crease in my dress before clearing my throat to speak, “um, I’ve never really thought about it. Me and my husband aren’t very spontaneous in the bed room” I let a breathy laugh before continuing “I guess some dirty talk would be nice once in a while. You know, talking me through what you’re gonna do. Oh maybe anal, I’ve never actually tried it but it seems fun!” Dr. Cameron writes down what I say before closing his notebook and placing one ankle over the knee on his other leg.

“Go on” he says as he straightens out his tie.

My eyes fall to the rings on his fingers, the butterflies in my stomach making an appearance.

“Well my husband isn’t very much into foreplay. When he wants to have sex, we tend to just get right down to it.” I catch a glimpse of his jaw clenching at my words. “Y/n.” He loosens his tie, taking it off and tossing it on the desk behind him. “Let’s try an exercise. I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself and I will talk you through it. The purpose being to see how it makes you feel when someone tells you exactly how good you’re doing, to see if it changes the outcome of your orgasms.” I blush at what he’s asking me to do. Not that I don’t want to, I feel a strange attraction to this man, I feel the need to want to hear his praise.

“Dr. Cameron-“

“Please, call me Rafe” he shoot’s me a smile and my insides melt. “And there is no need to feel embarrassed, this is simply just a test to see how your body reacts.” He uncrosses his legs and sits up straighter. I nod and stand to remove my dress, leaving me in a black matching panty set. I see Rafe swallow hard as his eyes dart down to my breasts and linger on my curves before meeting my eyes again.

He urges me to continue with his hand as he places a fist under his chin and watches. I remove my panties and sit back down, propping my legs up on the coffee table. Spreading my legs open.

“Show me how you want someone to pleasure you” his eyes fall down between my legs. I nod and bring my fingers to my clit, I’m already a little wet and it helps as I glide through my folds and swipe back up to my clit, circling it. A moan escapes my lips as my head falls back against the couch. “That’s right, keep going. You’re doing so good” The encouraging words make all my nerves go away as I get more comfortable. I slip one finger inside me and then another. Gliding in and out at a sensual pace. One of my hands comes up to my breasts, toying with the peaked nipple through the fabric.

“Such a good girl” I hear Rafes praise from right next to me and my head shoots back up, making eye contact with his blue ones. “It’s okay. Keep going, make yourself feel good” he tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear and his eyes dart back between my legs. I do as he says and pick up the pace, curving my fingers a little and hitting that spot inside me that as me arching my back. I feel a set of fingers press against my clit and I come undone. My juices squirting out of me and landing all over Rafes couch. I moan and my body thrashes as I come down from my high. “I-I’ve never-“ “You’ve never squirted before?” Rafe questions as he looks at the mess I made on his couch.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I scramble to put my clothes back on.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to make such a mess” “Y/n, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. I’d like to hear more about how that felt for you” he takes his seat back on his chair as I zip up my dress and smooth out the bottom of it as I take a seat, avoiding the mess I made.

“It felt- well it felt fantastic! I’ve never had an orgasm so intense. Normally when I take care of myself they are pretty mildly pleasing, but this one- it felt amazing” I feel my cheeks heat at his intense stare.

“Well I think we’ve made some progress today. I look forward to meeting with you next week” he stands from his seat and I follow him to the door.

He places a hand on the small of my back as he reaches for the handle and my body litters with goosebumps from his touch. “Thank you, Rafe. I look forward to it too” I bite my bottom lip and give him a curt nod before exiting.

Once again I hear the soft click of the door closing behind me and I can’t help but feel excited about my next session.

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dystopicjumpsuit · 8 days

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I have a request if you feel inspired by it 👀

6. trying to crawl under their shirt with either Wrecker or Kix.

Because I would very much like to hide under their shirts than deal with the outside lol

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A/N: Moonie! I had this whole ficlet planned out, and then we chatted about this wonderful Wrecker art by @pinkiemme, and it took over my entire brain. So thank you both for inspiring me. 🖤♥️

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader (GN)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 573

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, established relationship shenanigans, very slightly suggestive dialogue, mild language

Summary: Wrecker is just so warm.

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You rolled over to find an empty bed. You groped blindly through the blankets, but Wrecker was nowhere to be found, and based on how cold the sheets were, he’d been gone a while. Grinding the palms of your hands into your eyes, you sat up, searching blearily for him. There was no sign of him, so you stumbled out of bed to form a rescue party of one. It wasn’t long before you saw the soft blue glow of his datapad as he curled up on the sofa in the darkness.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak.

He looked up and smiled. “What’re you doin’ up?”

“I got cold,” you replied. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head.

“I’ll make us some caf,” you said.

“Already got some moogan tea,” he replied, holding up a steaming mug.

Screw the caf, then, you decided, immediately crossing the room to plop down next to him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, wrapped your arms around his waist, and draped your legs across his thigh, tucking your feet against his calf.

“You really are cold,” Wrecker said with a laugh as he felt your frigid toes.

“Warm me up?” you pleaded, giving him the softest, most pathetic tooka eyes you could muster at such an early hour.

“C’mere, then,” he replied, adjusting your position so he could hold you a little closer while still staring over your head at his datapad.

“Reading something good?” you asked.

He kissed the top of your head. “Candy Crush.”

You laughed quietly and snuggled closer, teasing your chilled fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. He flinched away involuntarily, but when you pulled back, he let out a little grumble.

“It’s all right,” he said. “You just surprised me. Come back.”

You didn’t bother to put up even a token resistance, instead diving your icy hands enthusiastically back under his shirt.

“Gods, you’re so warm!” you murmured, burrowing closer and sliding your hands further and further under his shirt, until you were practically wearing it with him.

“I do that on purpose so you’ll cuddle up to me,” he replied, holding back a laugh. “Comfy down there?”

“I’m working on it,” you replied. “You’re a really good heat source.”

“And you’re a really good icicle.” He set down his mug and wrapped his free arm around you. “You tryin’ to climb all the way inside my shirt?”

“Our shirt,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric. “Besides, I’m not trying. I’m succeeding.”

“Well, maybe I should just carry you back to our bed so you can have a real blanket.”

“No, this is fine,” you replied from inside his—ahem—your shirt. “It’s cozy. I live here now.”

You felt the deep rumble of his chuckle against your cheek as you nuzzled your face against his chest. “You gonna pay rent?”

“Nah, I’m sleeping with the landlord. He’d never evict me.”

"You got that right." He shifted, and you heard the soft clatter of his datapad as he set it on the floor, then both of his arms closed around you. With seemingly no effort at all, he lifted you up and rolled the both of you over so you were tucked securely between him and the back of the sofa, wrapped in his embrace. He yawned loudly, and you knew he’d doze off within minutes. "Now stop squirmin’ and go back to sleep.”

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be-my-ally · 1 year

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Wet Bikini

Here’s a little one shot I finished last week while I work on a couple of requests from the weekend + several other random bits I started last week!! Hopefully have more by the weekend!!

pairing: afab!reader/big daddy!elvis

summary: Your bikini top comes off in the pool at Graceland with everyone around - you swear its an accident but Elvis thinks you’re just a little tease.

In my head this is set in a later AU of We Can’t Go On Together (there’s no baby mentioned) but easily just a Big Daddy 70’s!Elvis one shot.

warnings: 18+, jealous!elvis - honestly when isn’t he when I’m writing? thigh riding (this is something i’m now realising may very well be a *thing* for me), dubcon semi-public exhibitionism - you can decide to what extent/if everyone stays and sees, or if they all distract themselves/leave when they realise that the two of you are up to something. Nipple play, & Elvis twice refers to himself as daddy.

wc: 2.4k

You’re laughing and joking with the girls as you lay on the loungers, watching Elvis and the boys splash about. They’re playing some form of water polo, cheering and dunking one another under according to some clearly made up rules. He’s not wearing a t-shirt in the pool for once, he gets so self-conscious lately, but clearly the lack of any cameras and the lack of any outsiders is making him feel free. Every time you look over at him it makes you smile to see him so relaxed, and it doesn’t hurt that it means you get a perfect view of his masculine hairy chest.

You shriek as a splash covers you in spray; the water hitting your tanned legs and you look over your sunglasses at the men in the pool.

“You did that on purpose!” Elvis looks sheepish, like a little boy caught out in a prank, and with his hair flopping into his eyes, and water dripping off of him you can see the little boy version of him too.

“Nu-uh! I-I-it was Joe!” He points over at him and you look over, Joe’s at the other end of the pool but Elvis is within two metres of you. You don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth.

“Hmmm.” You put your sunglasses back over your eyes and lean back, waiting for the right moment to attack; it comes a minute later when Elvis turns around to rejoin the game and you waste no time launching yourself at his back. You cling to his shoulders as your momentum from your jump in sends you both tumbling under water. He comes up gasping, pulling you up - still hanging like a limpet onto his back. “Got ya!” You lick his ear. He tries to throw you off, laughing as you clutch his neck. You let go when he leans back under - chucking you under the water again. You resurface, blinking the water out of your eyes smiling at him. He’s out of breath laughing at you, and he immediately pulls you to him.

“You got me.” He pushes your wet hair back, you hadn’t even thought to put your swim cap on in the rush, and leans down to kiss you; pulling you up onto him - the water making you practically weightless in his arms.

A moment later the ball comes flying towards the pair of you and he pushes you away in an attempt to save your face from being hit - your arms actually wheel back as if you were in a cartoon in an attempt to find your balance but its to no avail. You splash down with a thud, hitting the pool floor with the force of his push and your lack of balance. When you come back up Elvis is shouting at Red, chastising him for his god-awful throwing. He glances over at you - gesturing wildly as if to say ‘look what you did!’ But his words suddenly trail off. A flush travels up his chest and face as he looks at you. You can see - stood a way off - behind him that the play has abruptly stopped as the boys all look over at you. You whirl to look at the girls - unsure what’s happened when Charlie’s girlfriend cries out to you; “Your top!” Your swimsuit top is floating close to the edge of the pool, a few metres away from you, and you glance down in slight shock, to see your pebbled nipples and breasts completely bare - your tan line only working to emphasise what everyone could see. Elvis springs into action; grabbing your top and shoving it at you; practically pushing it onto you. But the ties are slippery and he’s all thumbs in his haste, so rather than lying the right way around your left breast is in a cup but your right is trapped between the ties - the cup halfway around your back. You laugh and bring an arm up to cover yourself. Elvis rights your top and crowds you against the pool wall.

“You think that’s funny honey?” His eyes are blazing, but you’ve got the giggles now and can’t stop; you’re not particularly shy but Jesus you didn’t need everyone to have seen your tits. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “You do that on purpose, little girl? Get more attention?”

You frown and try to push him off, “No! Of course not.” He palms at one of your breasts, his body blocking the view from the rest of the pool; even though it sounds like play has resumed and the others are all mostly distracted.

“No? You weren’t tryna make me jealous? Be a little show off?” You whine squirming against him even as he sends shockwaves down your body.

“I swear, baby, I wasn’t!” You go to pull your top around but he stops you, gathering your wrists and pinning them against your belly button. He chuckles lowly;

“From where I’m standing,” He looks you up and down, “it seemed like it was on purpose. Intentional.” He moves to no longer be fully blocking you. “Seems like you wanted all the boys to see you - see what’s mine.” You shake your head, as he fiddles with your top again, tugging it around, fingers brushing your side, dipping into the cups.

“I didn’t I swear!” He shakes his head at you.

“I don’t believe you,” he sing-songs at you. His eyes are still dark but he’s not frowning so hard anymore, and you’re hopeful this is signalling a change to his more playful side. “You’re just a tease aren’t you,” He tugs your top to the side slightly, exposing a little less than half a nipple, “a little slut for it.” You whine and attempt to move away, but you’re not really trying, your breath catching as he rubs his thumb in a circle around your nipple. He leans in, to whisper directly in your ear, and he slots his leg between yours - forcing you to lean back against the wall. “Wanna give ‘em a show? Dirty girl?” You wriggle against his thigh. You can’t do much other than agree with him. Nodding against his head. “Knew it, doll. Knew you wanted them to see you. Let ‘em see what Daddy owns then.” He let’s go of your wrists and tugs your top down all the way - both of your tits popping out of the triangle cups. He grins at you, wolfishly, his hair an absolute mess from being repeatedly dunked and grabbed. Your hands fly up to protect your modesty, you can’t see the others from your view that mostly consists of Elvis at the moment, but that doesn’t mean they can’t see you.

“Oh - you don’t want them to see now?” You whine and stumble out an apology,

“No - I, Elvis. It was an accident!” You protest, why on earth would you have intentionally taken your top off?

“Hush up darlin’,” and he strokes your breast, his left hand following underneath the water, trailing down your stomach to play with the fabric at the top of your bikini bottoms, “Daddy’s teasing now.” A flash of panic goes down your spine - anyone could be watching right now! Although that thought does little more than excite you further - despite your immediate reaction you’re not too worried, what would anyone really be able to say to you? They’d be quickly rebuffed by you, if not Elvis himself, if anyone mentioned anything, but that didn’t mean the situation wasn’t embarrassing. Embarrassing you more was the fact that he really was turning you on. You didn’t think you had a thing for exhibitionism before and you couldn’t really tell if it was the public element of his teasing, and your nudity, or his possessive action that you found so arousing.

You press a hand against his chest, feeling his damp chest hair, as if you were about to push him away, but you find that all you can do is rest it there. Waiting to see what else he’s going to do. He laughs lowly at you, as if he expected you to melt and you’re now meeting his expectations. His hand moves down to rub your stomach over the waistband of your bottoms. His other goes to bat where your arm is still covering your breasts away, “Get that hand away from your, my, little tits sweet.” You comply, “You wanted them to see, you found it funny, “ he emphasises almost sarcastically, “a moment ago - so let,” he pulls the top down further, “them”, a pinch on each nipple, “see.”

He takes a step back. As his heat moves away you feel suddenly even more exposed. You squeeze your eyes closed and your head tips back - you don’t want to see if anyone’s watching, and he steps forward again, resting his thigh back where it was before. Sandwiched between your legs, the height difference between you evident as he crowds into you again. “Open those eyes baby, want ya to look at me. Watch me.” You roll your head forward, and he places his hand on either side of your body, resting on the pool edge, supporting himself as he bends his knee to prop you up. You’re sandwiched between the wall and his knee - only your thin, wet, bikini bottoms separating you from each other - the fabric sliding over his thigh as easily as if you were nude - the water making you weightless and frictionless. It made it simultaneously pleasing, to rut against him so easily, but also frustrating, the lack of friction makes it difficult to get the pressure right, difficult to get any motion on your clit.

“El-“ You stared into his eyes, eyes that were so dilated you could barely see the familiar blue in them. “El-Please,” He thrusts his knee into you, causing you to buck - bouncing you up . Your feet come off the floor and you take the initiative to hop up, wrapping your legs around him. You realise you can feel him hardening against you. You forget about your nudity, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting against his stomach. He moves his arms that were caging you in to support you - holding you up and tight against him. You rub against him, and he dips his head down,

“Please what darlin’?” You can feel his smile against your ear as he whispers into it, “What’d want baby?” He thrusts up, you bump against him and he shifts his hold of you into one arm, pushing you further onto his thigh. His thighs now are a lot thicker than they used to be, and it spreads your legs wider than when you first met - you love it. Love feeling his thickness, his manliness, his comforting weight under you, on top of you, surrounding you.

“Just, just - I just want you.” He laughs at you, thrusting up. You can feel yourself thrumming, and you can feel every vibration from his laugh going straight to your cunt.

“You got me, you always got me.”

He pushes you back against the wall, forcing your legs back down to place your feet on the pool floor. He draws a hand up to palm at your nipple, and roughly squeezes the breast around it before trailing it down, he skips over the waistband and you can’t help the whine that slips out, but then you feel his finger hooking into the crotch of your bottoms. Pushing them to one side. It all serves to remind you that you’re still exposed from the waist up, and now, from the waist down if someone were to look at the right angle. He slips a second finger in, roughly rubbing you - the water takes away some of your own slickness but he can feel the difference in texture, can feel you fluttering open to allow his finger to sink into you. Knows that you’re desperate for it. You gasp against his neck, pressing little open mouthed kisses along his shoulder as he strokes your wet, slick folds and walls.

His whole hand is practically under now, and he nudged your bottoms further to the side to allow his thumb to nudge against you, searching for your sweet spot. He finds it, delicately hidden, and when he touches it, rubs over it ever so gently before returning with a harder, rougher touch you jump as if you’ve been electrocuted. Your hips move of their own accord as you’re essentially pinned against his hand. Your hands leave his neck, one gripping his wrist, urging him to stay where he is and continue. You gasp again, trying to keep quiet, uncertain as you were to whether anyone was still around to be watching you, as he continues to expertly bring you the brink. You can feel his cock, still hard, rubbing against you, and you can’t help but reach out for it, attempting to slip your free hand down his tight little swim shorts. Before you can succeed though he pulls his hand away and you pant, still clutching his wrist.

“Good baby,” You whimper back at him in response to his baby talk, “Gonna leave you like this. Drippin’ ‘cause of the water, drippin’ ‘cause of me. Teach you you be a little flirt, little tease.” You clench your thighs, and he moves completely away, pulling your top back up and properly retying it. He really is going to leave you like this. You can barely form a coherent thought - all you can feel and hear is the throb of your heartbeat - centred not in your chest but between your legs. He kisses you and pushes you to one side, pulling himself up and out of the pool.

He crouches for a moment right by your head, and whispers in your ear - “Meet me in the shower, I’ll take proper care of you then.” You watch him walk away, patting himself dry with a little towel as he walked. You count to thirty before pulling yourself out of the pool, following him without even bothering to towel off - what’s the point when you’d still be wet anyway.

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konigenblobbity · 10 months

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What is your Problem?! [Part 2]

Ghost x F!Reader , Soap x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, kinda Angsty, loving Soap, jealous Ghost and Soap, arguing

—> [Part 1]

Summary: The night after your outburst, you wake up with a slight sense of dread. Ghost treated you awful before… now after you yelled at him? Disrespected him like you did? You could only fear what he had in store for you at todays training

A/n: I did not expect the amount of love this fic would get, thank you! And due to multiple requests, here’s the second part! You can find the first part here

Following the celebration, you spent the night with Soap in his dorm, worried that Ghost would pay an unexpected visit to your own. Soap held you close to his chest through the night. Relishing in how you nuzzled into him. He softly caressed your back as he felt your breathing slow to an even pace. Falling asleep soon after you.

Your kiss led to nothing that night, Soap not wanting to harm or use you in any way when you were in such a vulnerable and tipsy state. He instead softly led you back to his room, gently pushing you away if you tried to kiss him more, carefully lying you on the bed, coercing you to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to Soap softly caressing your head, kneeling next to the bed. “Cmon Lass, gotta wake up” his voice was soft and you sat up in the bed. It’s then that Soap moves away, returning with a cup of coffee he grabbed earlier from the common area and a set of your clothes which he grabbed from your dorm.

“Thank you Soap…” you say with a soft and raspy voice. You grab your throat softly in shock but then laugh it off. “Did a bit too much yelling yesterday it seems” Soap gives a soft chuckle at your words, smiling at you. His expression then grows serious.

“Lass Listen… I’m not sure what’s awaiting you today, with Ghost and everything” he rests his hand on your leg, softly caressing it through the fabric of the blanket covering it. “If he does anything out of line… come to me. Alright?” His words were sincere, clear concern in them, wanting to fulfill his promise of taking care of you.

You smile and place one of your hands on his. Softly grasping it while taking a sip from the coffee he brought to you. “Alright… I promise that if anything happens. I’ll tell you about it” you give him a reassuring smile, but there is clear unease that fills you at the mention of Ghost.

He lifts your hand off the blanket, kissing the back of it before smiling and throwing you a quick wink. He then stands up “Alright then, I’m gonna go ahead to training, you get dressed and I’ll see you there in a bit yeah?” You smile and nod your head, watching as he walks off through the door, leaving you in the silence of his room.

You finish your coffee and get dressed into your uniform, grabbing only your combat knife from your gear and then walking to the door. You take a deep breathe, calming your nerves before you leave for, what may very well be, the most brutal training you’ll ever experience.

You walk down the halls, attempting to trick yourself with your false confidence. Making every step seem purposeful as you look ahead, watching people duck out of your way as you walk past, managing to deceive them into thinking you were unshakable, when you were on the brink of collapsing from fear.

You walk through the doors of the training room, you notice everyone else had already begun, some of them by the equipment and machines to exercise, most of them paired up doing close contact combat practice.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot Ghost, he was on a bench watching two soldiers spar, but without even having to look, you knew his eyes were on you the second you walked through the door. When he stands, you walk the opposite direction, spotting Kyle sitting on a bench.

“Hey, there you are!” He stands up and puts out his hand and you smile, you shake his hand, and he pulls you against him for quick hug. “What, you miss me?” You tease and he just laughs. He lets go of your hand and then places his hands on his hip. “Never got to congratulate yesterday…” he says and you shrug.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much of yesterday” that was a lie… you remembered practically everything, up until when you downed the bottle of whiskey and Soap had to take care of you the rest of the evening. Gaz just lets out a laugh, jokingly punching your arm. “Fair enough! Glad you got to enjoy it” you simply nod at his statement.

At the sound of footsteps growing closer you nod your head to an empty set of mats on the ground “Up for a little spar?” You ask Gaz and he smiles. “Let’s do it… might be fun to take your ego down a notch after yesterday” he gives a playful wink before he walks over to the mats.

You roll your eyes and quickly follow him, trying to get away from Ghost, who you knew wasn’t far from where you two stood. You wanted to avoid interacting with Ghost for as long as possible, not ready to face him after yesterday, unsure how to even approach discussing your outburst with him.

You took your place across from Gaz on the mats, taking a deep breath as you focus on sparring Gaz, pushing everything else away, and just doing what you were good at. Someone on the sidelines counted down, and when they said ‘go!’ you felt every thought in your mind vanish… body taken over by the animalistic side that was your military training.

You had Gaz pinned down to the mat within seconds. Much quicker than you’d ever managed before, it even had you in shock as you sat on Gaz’s chest, combat knife to his throat. He was shocked but then chuckled lightly. “Well damn… that was fast” you break from your daze and sit up off his chest, putting your knife away.

“Guess that’s what I get when I spar the most skilled soldier in the force” you reach your hand down and smile at his words, he takes your hand and help him stand up. It’s then that you notice a few other soldiers standing by the side with shock written on their expressions. You try to ignore them, seeing as Ghost was amongst them.

You simply look at Gaz and respond. “Thanks Gaz, I doubt that’s true” he shakes his head and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Cmon now, you train harder and more than anyone else, it’s no shock that you’re a master at close combat” you blush lightly, smiling at his kind words.

It’s then that someone else steps up to the mat, “I’ll be the judge of that” you turn your head and spot a soldier you’ve seen multiple times before, you simply nod at his challenge. “Good luck” Gaz says with a playful tone and steps back from the mat, joining the others on the sidelines. You take your position again on the mats, facing your opponent.

As someone counts down again, you once again felt everything shut off aside from instincts. “GO!” the soldier yells and just like before, you lunged towards your opponent, having his body in an arm bar after what seemed like, to him at least, the blink of an eye. There was a whistle or two behind you both from the crowd that began to form.

When he tapped your leg you let go, and he got up brushing himself off with a grimace on his face. You put your hand out, as a sign of good sportsmanship but he swats it away, walking off, muttering under his breath You chuckle lightly, loving how you felt confidence begin to surge through you.

Your breath catches in your throat at the familiar sound of Ghost’s voice. “Soldier. That’s not how we spar, 50 push-ups. Now” relief ran through you when you realized he wasn’t speaking to you. Daring to look where his voice came from, you saw he was referring to the soldier you just sparred. Ghost’s hand gripping his arm, glaring into his eyes.

The soldier looked irritated, but didn’t dare to disrespect Ghost. “Yes Sir” he says through seething teeth, dropping to the ground and beginning to serve his punishment. It’s then that Ghost looks back over to you on the mat, you keep eye contact, suddenly feeling bold. He simply nods his head… you were speechless.

There didn’t seem to be any ill intent in his action, almost as if it was a sign of comradery… a sign of respect. Immediately at that thought you look away, chuckling to yourself at such an absurd thought. As if Ghost would ever show you any sign of respect… especially after your outburst yesterday. He must be messing with you, trying to put you in a false sense of security… in order to break you later.

When you look back at the mat, another soldier steps up ready to take you down. After you pinned them on their stomach, and they walk off with clenched fists, another soldier has already taken their place. This goes on for a while, people stepping up feeling confident, smirks on their faces, only to leave with a feeling of disappointment after you had them pinned at your mercy.

Some shake your hand, some laugh it off with a smile, some congratulate you, and those who dare act immature, swatting away your hand, or accusing you of cheating, immediately draw Ghost’s attention. His voice stern and clear as he demands they drop to the ground, and pay their punishment.

You try to ignore it, convincing yourself it was for him to keep good face, but he seemed only focused on those who disrespected you… ignoring all the other soldiers sparring on the other mats. He stood watching you like a hawk as you knocked down soldier after soldier.

However, you only cared about the praise coming from Soap, who stood in the crowd, watching you intently. He was smirking the whole time, offering you a high five or a whistle at a particularly quick takedown. It had Ghost seething… he felt jealous. Wanting so badly to interact with you how Soap did.

Just then he approaches the mat, your smile drops and you feel your heartbeat quicken. He looks down at you through his mask, his whole figure was menacing. “My turn.” He said simply, causing a few other soldiers to ‘ooo’ softly, knowing just how exciting this pair up would be. You gulp down the lump in your throat, feeling a shiver go through you.

Before you can even respond Soap steps in front of Ghost, blocking his path. “I was first, wait your turn yeah?” there was a moment of silence. Both men glaring the other down, that is until some people in the crowd speak up. Sadly, not in the way you hoped. They begin to calm Soap down, telling him to just let Ghost go first, telling him how exciting it would be to watch us go head to head.

Soap looks at you, and although you were afraid, you couldn’t avoid Ghost forever. You nod slightly at Soap, telling him it was okay, as much as he hated it, he stepped down, joining the sidelines once again. He watches Ghost walk past him, not even sparing him a glance, getting in position in front of you on the mat.

You slowly move to do the same, looking at him across from you, grabbing your knife tightly, ready for what will be the most difficult sparring session of your training today. Once again a soldier begins to count down.

“Three…” your heart was racing, “two…” you felt your grip tighten on the knife, knuckles whitening, “one…” Ghost’s stare made your stomach churn, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. “Go!” too late. You watch as Ghost lunges towards you, aiming to grab at your waist, you dodge and move aside, deciding to take this opportunity to your advantage.

All your pent up rage for months, you now had the chance to take it all out on the man who was the cause for all your suffering. You thought back to every time Ghost told you off in front of your team… to every time he made you stay late in training, every time he insulted you, every time he denied you basic respect! You felt your blood boil, every part of you trembling with rage, your gaze went dark, seeing red.

The spar went on for longer than all the others, at times he pinned you down, others you had your knife to his throat, but it didn’t seem to come to an end. You both pause for a moment, keeping distance from each other, panting hard, sweating from exhaustion, but your fire still burning inside you.

Everyone else was watching intently, no longer focusing on their own training, too entranced in the scene before them. When you hear Soap’s voice you smile “GO ON LASS! Take him down a notch!” loving how vocal he was with his support, how much he wanted to watch you take your vengeance.

You noticed how Ghost’s eyes glanced over at Soap for a moment, a whole new anger taking over him. That was your chance… you lunge forward, taking him down, a loud thud echoing around the room as his back collided with the mats. There was a collective ‘ooo’ from the crowd but you blocked it out.

Before he could retaliate you had him on his knees, standing behind him, your knife against his throat, an arm twisted, wrist pinned to his back by your knee. He was frozen for a moment, before dropping his knife as a sign of forfeit. The crowd begins to clap and you let out a breath, stepping back from Ghost’s body, bracing yourself on your knees.

Exhaustion took over your body, but you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself… you won. You beat him. Your body then froze and eyes widen. Shit… you beat him. Your feeling of satisfaction and joy was taken over by fear. No chance he was going to let you get away with damaging his dignity like that… and in front of everyone too?!?

‘Shit I should’ve let him win! What was I thinking?! I wasn’t thinking!!’ Your thoughts were interrupted by a pat on your back. You turn your head to see Soap, he had a grin from ear to ear, pride clear on his face. “Well done lass!” You smile back at him, deciding to push away your other thoughts and just enjoy this moment of victory.

People pat you on the back, congratulating you before walking off to continue their own training. You look back at the mat and watch Ghost stand up, some people patting his back, saying something, and he just shrugs. You take a breath before walking over, he turns and faces you.

You put out your hand and smile “That was fun… it was close” every second feels like an hour as you wait for him to accept your hand. When he finally does you relax a little, he doesn’t grip it harshly… he didn’t try to threaten you. He just spoke in a sincere voice “Well done… Gaz was right, you’re one of the best soldiers we got”

Those words took you aback. Never once had he said that before… never once had he complimented you on anything. There was shock written on your face, still shaking his hand, as if in a daze. He really wasn’t trying to trick you, his voice was too sincere, too honest, for it all just to be a trap.

Ghost feels his heart hurt as he watches your face contort to shock from his compliment. As if he just told you Santa wasn’t real. It made him realize just how much he hurt you over the last year, just how much his words of criticism and judgment dragged you down. He let go of your hand, feeling himself be overcome by shame.

At the fact that you don’t move, and stay silent, he takes the opportunity to speak his mind. “Listen… I reflected a lot after what happened yesterday, and I’m sorry. You’re right… about everything” he spoke in a low voice, not wanting the others to hear this conversation, and his tone was unwavering and honest as he spoke.

“You don’t deserve what I put you through, you’re a phenomenal part of this task force… of this family. Truth is, I admire you, soldier. And I don’t say it enough but I am proud of you and everything you’ve achieved. I took it too far yesterday.” You were still frozen, taking in all his words. It’s when he finally stays silent, waiting for your response, that you break from your daze.

“Wow… I mean… Thank you Ghost, I appreciate it” you say, but you then furrow your brows, face dropping slightly to confusion. “But if all of that is true, why did you ever push me as hard as you did? If you really thought I was doing well, why did you punish and insult me into thinking otherwise?” you couldn’t get over it, yes he apologized but what he did to you can’t just be labeled as him being ‘blindsided’.

He looked at the ground, unable to look you in the eyes as he said his next words, he knew how absurd he sounded. “The moment I met you, I knew you had great potential as a soldier, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep our relationship professional.” You tried to understand but just shook your head, still finding every word he says nonsensical.

“What the hell does that mean?” You ask and he finds the courage to look back up at you. “I liked you… from the moment I saw you out on the field, then again in training, again in the common room, I only began to admire you more each time I saw you. So I tried to make our relationship as professional as possible… at fear of getting personal. So I pushed you… further than I should have. And I’m sorry”

Now you were completely floored, you kept your voice low as people were still in the room, but your frustration is explicit in your tone. “What the fuck Ghost. That’s your excuse?! That you cared too much for me?” You scoff and turn around to walk off, before looking at him over your shoulder again to speak one last time.

“And if I’m being honest… I wanted to have a personal relationship with you. I admired the hell out of you, wanted to be in your presence every chance I got. I wanted to be close to you like everyone else… but even more, I wanted to be the person you could really rely on. I appreciate your apology, but it’s too little too late. Now our relationship is strictly professional… I’ll see you later lieutenant”

You walk off, not sparing him another glance. His confession weighing heavy on your mind, did Ghost really mean all that? The fact that he was denying you the opportunity to get close to him? You were lost… you almost wanted to cry, eyes welling up slightly. The idea that you never stood a chance because he didn’t ‘want’ to get close to you? It hurt you.

All that faded away as you spotted Soap standing at the door, leaning against the frame, waiting for you. You give him a soft smile and he smiles back. “Cmon Lass, let’s grab something to eat… just us” When you finally meet him at the door he throws his arm around your shoulder, as the two of you walk off.

But you couldn’t get what Ghost said out of your head… you did so much more than just admire him. But you and Soap had just found something… you didn’t know what it was but it was something. Ghost was too late… right?

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