Lonely transit worker Lucy Eleanor Moderatz (Felicity Jones) pulls her longtime crush, Peter (Gael García Bernal), from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he’s in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Lucy causes Peter’s family to assume that she is his fiancée. When Lucy doesn’t correct them, they take her into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when she finds herself falling for Peter’s sheepish brother, Jack (Diego Luna).
@reserve is my dearest buddy, my singularly amazing partner in crime, my most talented collaborator extraordinare, and today is her birthday!!!!!!!! i love her very much, so i wrote her this dumb benarmie/young kylux ficlet that I hope you also will all enjoy. featuring: classic confused sullen teen ben solo, gratuitous hux descriptions, rae sloane cameo (!!!!!), and the city of coruscant.
it’s pretty long so i’ve put it under a clickthru!
up on top (benarmie, 2k, rated teen i guess idk)
Ben sees him first when he is fourteen, while taking two weeks of the Yanvin summer with his mother on Coruscant. It is the third morning: Leia treats him to a breakfast in their rooms (he ruins it by being purposefully sullen and grunting at her questions, squashing delicate star-shaped cuts of fruit into pulp with the tines of his fork and refusing to look her in the eyes), and then sighs and sets off to her meetings, leaving Ben to his own devices.
In the empty suite, he flips through the holonews channels, picks at the mess of fruit drying on his breakfast plate, suns himself on the balcony, jerks off half-guiltily in the sonic, takes a dozy and indulgent nap in the crisp sheets of his bed that leaves his mind pleasantly fuzzy on the edges and seems to momentarily quiet the humming grey flurry of ash in the back of his skull.
And lavender lilac
Equal a usual currency
Flickers of his love
Crest on my brow
Like his kiss as I sleep
He stirs the romance
On my pillow
From warmth within
Hangs every star
Like a delicate breath
Over my morning hymns
delicate along James’s jaw, his stuttering pulse, the tip of Thomas’s
nose nudging against his cheek – each point of contact clamors
for James’s attention as much as the sweet and constant softness of
Thomas’s lips on his own. Gradually, Thomas’s touch migrates to
James’s temples, his hair, a quiet caress James leans into without a
thought. But his hands only linger there for a breath or two, then
there’s an insistent whisper of a tug at the ribbon that binds
James’s hair. The knot opens, and his tresses fall loose. Before
James has time to be puzzled, Thomas kisses the corner of his mouth
once, again, then draws back.
When Thomas opens
his eyes, they stare and stare and seem to shine. “I wondered often
how this might look,” he murmurs, pushing an errant lock behind
James’s ear, fingers tracing over the shell. He looks down at James,
adoration writ plain across his face, warm as the candlelight, and
this is all still so strange to James, so new. His heart has all the
baby-softness of a fresh-healed wound, one light touch or fond gaze
sends it reeling, and Thomas is ceaseless in his affections, James
never has a moment’s peace…but he does not want one. Not when he
could thrill beneath Thomas’s every smile – there seem to be so
very many of them, these days.
“Did you?” he
asks. It comes out more timid than he intends. He’s too on-guard, far
too vulnerable. The seal’s only just broken on this letter of theirs,
reading each new line takes courage – one never knows when news
might turn sour. And to think of Thomas thinking of
him, imagining and longing and daring to hope, it seems a fantasy,
the sort of dream
James so often imagined and longed after and dared to hope for
himself. He swallows. “There
you have it, then,” he breathes,
and could wince for his
Thomas’s smile is not patient and weary, or a
It’s shy. Shy and
sure, and when his
fingers slide through James’s
hair, gentle and curious,
the subtlest tremor. Time and
time again, he’s seen those
hands stay steady through long nights of debate and bureaucratic
minutiae, their following exhausted dawns,
and he saw
them stay steady during a confrontation
that seemed to shake the very china and
crystal, that even stirred
the villain across the table
to movement. To feel them tremble now, from
nothing more than their
closeness – the unreality
of it all proves
it real for
could not have imagined
such a thing
long enough to even wish
for it. There is much, he
supposes, they have yet to
learn about one another.
to start seems obvious once Thomas meets his eye, glows
at him through
the dark. Though his limbs have turned to liquid gold, James cups the
back of Thomas’s neck and pulls him across that unbearable gap and
kisses him, hesitant at first, but never uncertain. Thomas
melts into him on a sigh, lips pressing
tender and unhurried, those
hands threading ever deeper through James’s hair, coaxing him closer.
James can do nothing but
oblige. Behind him,
the ribbon slips from Thomas’s fingers, flutters to the floor and
makes not a sound, one wind-fallen petal in a bursting,
Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) Chapter Thirteen
Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) 13/24
Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)
Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery
Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.
Word count: 240,000+
Thanks so much to @botanistlester for betaing this giant monster, as she’s been super helpful and encouraging with her little comments and endless excitement. We couldn’t have done it without you <3
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil
Hey guys! I just wanted to make a quick note at the top of this chapter. There’s been a lot of… backlash and comments regarding the previous chapter of this fic, and it’s been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for both me and @ineverhadmyinternetphase. We’d like to address a few of these things here.
1. We promised/warned at the beginning of this fic that the rating would never go over pg-13. There will never be an overabundance of nsfw content other than implied and a little bit of nudity. This is down to a few things. I am ace flux, which means that I experience every form of asexuality at different levels at different times. There are days where I am completely repulsed, and days when I am fine, but I am always asexual. Julia, meanwhile, is always sex repulsed. This means that, as a duo, we made the decision to never write anything more than implied smut, particularly as that is something Julia is completely against, and I understand her completely as I have days where I am completely against it as well. I would like to reassure our readers who were worried we’d change the rating or include nsfw that this will never happen, while also informing those readers who are disappointed by this why we choose to keep the rating at pg-13. If this is a deal breaker for you, we apologize, but we will not be changing the rating at any time.
2. The entire debate/fight over Phil being a bottom has extremely upset me. I talked a lot about it on my blog, but essentially, I just want to say that both Julia and I feel that sex isn’t about power, but about mutuality, and affection, and that is why, as you will see, Dan and Phil share a very versatile lifestyle in this fic. Please don’t attack us for choosing to write them in this way; there is nothing wrong with preferring Phil as a top, but there is something wrong in attacking the others for doing something that defies the norm in the phandom.
3. Please do not go to Julia (@ineverhadmyinternetphase) regarding anything that has to do with the implied nsfw content of this fic. I’m super sex repulsed most of the time, so anything to do with asking for smut/nsfw content makes me want to throw up. Feel free to come chat to me about literally anything else though, including why I want to write fics that don’t have nsfw themes (there’s a whole bunch of acearo goodness in that answer xD)
4. We will never write any scene outside of this fic that is nsfw as a side chapter or a bonus chapter etc… This is because this makes Julia incredibly uncomfortable to think of her characters as doing nsfw things in general outside of the implied stuff we did write, and it makes me uncomfortable to even consider writing something without my co author for our co-authored fic, if that makes sense.
5. Please read this post, in regards to some of the unfriendly comments we have been receiving in some ways.
A/N: This is my first Newt Scamander Imagine type of thing. I don’t know how good it will be or if anyone will read it. But if you do happen to stumble upon this, hope you enjoy. I had fun writing this. There are no warnings, just a bit of fluffiness from a famous Hufflepuff. Enjoy!
You and the Newt had been close friends ever since your strange first encounter during your shift at a dress shop. You were sitting behind the counters, lost in your own world. The notebook you always carried was spread open on the polished counter, as the dresses in the shop always gave you inspiration to create and sketch. It had been one of your favorite pastimes, especially when business was rather downtempo. Lines and colors all connected to make your image in your mind spring into reality. A ringing bell stole you out of your thoughts, signaling that there was a customer. In the doorway stood a panic-stricken man in a deep peacock colored coat.
Newt was in a bit of a frenzy. He had neglected to get his case locks fixed before traveling again. Once again he was back in New York after finishing the publication of his book, however, it turns out that he had once again lost his thief of a Niffler. He was supposed to be heading over to the Goldstein residence with Jacob, but he would have to push that back. After chasing him down several streets, he came to a stop as he noticed the Niffler scurry inside your shop to get ahold of the crystals on the dresses. With a groan of disbelief, he stumbled into the dress shop, earning a questioning look from you. At first you thought he was trying to steal something since he just kept rummaging through the intricate skirts and sleeves, tossing them randomly all over, but you soon cleared up the misunderstandings. Apparently he was looking for his creature, which you two found of course, but there was a problem. You were what he called a Muggle, or No-Maj in America, so you had to be obliviated.
After making sure the Niffler was back in his case, Newt pulled out his wand, looked into your eyes, and felt slightly guilty. He couldn’t just get rid of your memories, regardless of the rules. He knew he had slightly exposed the wizarding world with the Niffler chase, but he couldn’t knowing you were kind enough to help him. A man who probably sounds completely mad walks into a store you’re working at and instead of calling the police, you assist him. You provided him help, even if you did think he was some criminal on the run at the start. And in all honesty, Newt didn’t want to lose someone who acted so kind to him.
He tucked his wand away. You stared at him again and asked, “Aren’t you going to do the obli-whatever that thing is?”
“No. It’s against the rules, but for some reason, I feel like I shouldn’t,” he was putting too much trust in you, “But I can’t have you telling people about this…”
“I won’t,” you said, not paying attention to the smile on your face, “Besides, people think I’m weird enough already.” You gave a slight laugh and Newt smiled back with his cheeks turning crimson.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and your name is what exactly?”
“Right, (Y/N), and it’s Newt, Newt Scamander.”
But that was some time ago. You two learned a lot about one another, and learned to trust one another rather quickly. He told you all about the wizard world and past adventures, he even introduced you to Tina, Queenie, and Jacob, who you formerly knew as the baker down the street. You two also frequently met after your work ended for a cup of tea or coffee. Newt was quite the fascinating man.
You found him even more fascinating when he told you about the interior of his case. All sorts of creatures large and small resided in there. Except for Pickett the Bowtruckle, he usually hid in Newt’s pocket or behind your hair. Newt found this a bit odd since Pickett typically stayed with him. He did feel a smidge jealous, but he was also overwhelmed with a source of joy, the type that made your heart swell.
Today was one of those days where you both found one another inside his case. Newt was tending to the mooncalves while you were greeted by Dougal.
“Hello to you again Dougal,” you giggled. The Demiguise looked up at you before hopping onto your lap. Once again, your notebook was open, and currently being filled with your interpretive sketches of Newt’s case. You became immersed in your own world again, surrounded by the calls of magical beasts with Dougal peacefully resting on you still.
Newt brushed his hands after setting down the pail of mooncalf food and looked at your concentrated form. Your (H/C) hair was pushed slightly back and your hands carefully worked in your notebook. You paused to stroke Dougal and give him attention, breaking your concentration. A smile crept onto your face again as your eyes filled with adoration for the miraculous creature. Newt sighed in contentment. It began to get increasingly hot even though he wasn’t wearing his thick coat anymore. He could only lie to himself for so long, for he was completely infatuated with everything you did. You were beyond beautiful, of course, but you were also intelligent, kind-hearted, and by far the most incredible human he has ever met. He didn’t care if you weren’t like him. If anything, that only made him more attracted to you. He was madly blushing by this point, and also feeling a bit like a stalker as he admired you from afar. He couldn’t look away though. You were different and he was different, both in each of your own individual ways.
He didn’t want to just be friends anymore, he had known this for a while. He loved the way you didn’t run away screaming in terror from his creatures, but instead, opened your golden heart to them. When he first brought you down into the case, you bombarded him with questions he was thrilled to answer. You were curious, lovely and curious, and he couldn’t understand where you had been for all his life. You beamed with excitement and radiated acceptance. You accepted them. You accepted him.
He picked up the bucket and walked closer to you, accidently awaking Dougal.
“How were the mooncalves?” you questioned.
“They were well (Y/N). I see Dougal has found a new place to nap,” he laughed.
You laughed along with him, igniting his cheeks once more as your melodious laugh filled his ears.
Newt looked over your shoulder and took notice of a set of new sketches you had added to your book. One of them was the sleeping Demiguise, and a few along the bottom were of the young Occamy babies, but the larger one caught his attention. It was a hand drawn sketch of himself. His hair swept over his face slightly as his form was drawn rather attractively. He didn’t realize you could draw so well, he knew you were good, but you managed to make him like a man you would see in photos on display. His muscles were outlined under his shirt, and he suddenly felt ten times stronger than what he actually was. Even his freckles were placed so delicately, like stars in the night sky. He kept staring but was interrupted when he heard you gasp. He instantly became nervous.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” he asked, concern coursing through his veins.
You started to tuck the notebook away. “You, you weren’t supposed to see that one.”
He knew right away which one. “It’s okay (Y/N), there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was rather amazing and lovely.” By now he was kneeling beside you.
“But you weren’t supposed to see it Newt.”
“But it was beautiful, intricate and amazingly beautiful,” he trailed off before speaking again, you were still cringing at your own embarrassment and rosy cheeks. “Just like you.”
Your eyes went wide, before you spoke put a soft, “N-Newt.”
He hadn’t registered exactly what he said until moments later. His heartbeat was thumping and escalating, like a raging thunderstorm. He debated as to whether he should speak again, hoping he wouldn’t appear too daft.
“I-I yes you are, (Y/N). You are quite remarkable. You-you have been my end, I mean friend and I, well um,” he stuttered as the butterflies inside him took over. He was running out of things to say. His words were stuck and weren’t coming out. Your mouth was slightly hanging open and your face was still beet red. You were about to ask something, but you were cut off. You were cut off by Newt leaning in, and kissing you right on your lips.
It wasn’t rough, but instead smooth. Newt thought you would pull away in horror at his abrupt actions, but he couldn’t confine his feelings anymore. There was no way of sugar coating it. He was in love with you. You were just as strange and nervous as he was, just as understanding. You kept kissing him, pulling yourself closer, for Dougal had disappeared off of your lap. He entangled his large hands through your hair. Nothing but passion was exchanged between the two of you in the serenity of his hidden world. When the two of you pulled away, Newt began apologizing rapidly.
“I’m so sorry. I t-thought you, I thought it was okay I-,”
“Newt, it’s okay.”
You looked up at him. He was breathing heavily as you smiled at him. You could see every detail etched on his face.
“Yes. I just thought you didn’t like me, you know, like that. I always thought you would go with Tina.”
“But Tina and I are friends.”
“Yes but Tina is a lot more-,”
You didn’t get to finish because Newt began to squeeze your hand again. He stared into your eyes, becoming mesmerized again.
“Tina is my friend, and I don’t want you to finish that sentence. You are the most astonishing person I have ever met. I never thought I would meet someone as caring towards me or even my beasts would ever come into my life as you have. There is no one other than you that I would rather have in my arms or by my side.”
You were touched by his words. This man, this awkward yet wonderful in every way possible man loved you. All of you was loved and cherished by Newt. He grabbed both of your hands to stand you up. He glanced down before pressing another sweet kiss to your cheek. You returned the favor by pulling him closer as you rested your head on his chest briefly.
“I love you Newt.”
“And I love you my darling.”
You pulled away from him once more.
“Newt, the rest of the creatures probably still need to be fed.”
You didn’t want the moment to end, but you knew the other creatures shouldn’t have to wait for food while you two were busy kissing.
Newt chuckled before responding back, “Yes love, come on. Let’s go.”
He grabbed another bucket of food in one hand, and he cradled your hand in his other. You picked your notebook up before heading to the other parts in his case, ready for anything that now came to you and Newt. You were both unique, and together, you were incredibly perfect, both like colors mixing together for the perfect shade.
It was now early evening the night before the job, the day
has been ridiculously hectic; constant flurries of men in and out gearing up, I
can’t think of ten minutes going by where J hasn’t scolded someone. At least he
hasn’t killed any of his men, but then again there is still time. There was a
constant buzzing around the place of excitement; criminals will be criminals I
guess. Dylan had stayed the night in one
of the guest rooms with Ted, It was great having both my favourite guys around;
with that said Ted has taken a strong liking to Frost, on the other hand I
could tell J wasn’t too happy with Ted’s presence and he made no attempt at
hiding the fact either. As for me I’m currently not his favourite as he is not
allowed in the bedroom with J and I much to my dismay. Dylan was quite tense
after J had informed him of the threat and the risks with me going out; as a
result he didn’t want me out of his sight. I hated it, as much as it was nice
he was protective both Dylan and the Joker were smothering me, I didn’t like
the feeling of being babysat.
Apparently we were
going to his club for the evening; strange idea if you ask me just before a Job
and obviously with a threat above my head I wasn’t quite so keen to be out
longer than necessary. He’s assured me he had made arrangements for extra
security and is satisfied with what’s in place. He’s adamant that he must go
and show face, I guess you can’t install fear and order if you hide away. He
wouldn’t want anyone else moving on his turf.
So I’m stood looking
in the mirror in J’s bathroom with hair down and a messy fringe. I was not
feeling this at all and wanted to dress down and wear more casual clothes but
when you’re with The Joker dressing down is not an option, I think he wants a
reason to fuck with someone. He wants to show you off to everyone at what he’s
got but at the same time he wants no eyes on you only his. In the end I go for
a bright blood red lipstick and a gentle flick of black eyeliner which draws
out my light blue eyes. Once again I had the task of covering bruises with
copious amounts of concealer and I was definitely becoming a pro at it; not
that it’s something to be proud of mind. J had chosen a silk lilac dress which
felt soft on my skin, more of a sexy night material than a going out in public
one for me. The bottom of the dress was diagonally cut and the longest side
finished just below my knee. Finally onto the shoes, oh my they were stunning;
they should be seeing as they were Dior. They were elegant black toe pumps with
heels. The heel itself is adorned with faceted studs which created a subtle
shimmer; its fine trio of feminine straps accentuate the instep. At the front
in the middle of each strap was a delicate metal star finished with
rhinestones. While doing up the small zip fastening I caught J gawking in the
reflection of the mirror. “Anything you like? I asked purposely slowly brushing
up my soft legs with my fingertips and smirking.
“All too much princess, you look beautiful” He smiled a
genuine smile if I have ever seen one and he called me beautiful, I mean what
in the world was happening.
“Although there is something I would like to add” He pulled
out a box and opened it and picked up its contents and dangled it in front of
him behind which he had that mischievous grin on his face.
“Always” I walked over to him and grabbed it. It was
silicone, purple and was the shape of a slightly elongated egg with at one end
a malleable length of tail. I’m pretty sure I got the gist of what it was, not
that I’ve ever used one. Looks like tonight might not be so bad after all I
thought at the curious excitement which had now come over me.
“Want me to show you?”
“I think I’ll manage myself” I smirked and went to the
bathroom and closed the door. I slipped down my lacy hot pants and after making
the egg wet I slowly pushed it inside. Straight away it pushed on my walls
making me sharply inhale. After taking a moment to get adjusted I flexed the
tail so the tip rested lightly on my clit. I took a moment to decide whether to
leave the underwear off and thought maybe for once I wouldn’t make it so easy
for him and redressed fully and entered the bedroom. Every move I made
consequently I felt down inside me. J was at the edge of the bed smirking at me
as I tried to keep face “After you” he motioned to the door, as I passed him I
had to stop dead in my tracks and suddenly arch myself slightly forward and let
out a large breath as strong pulses vibrated through my clit and inside me
completely taking my breath away. I stood back up and straight and turned. I
turned and he had stood up, his red shirt exposing half his chest which was tucked
neatly into his trousers; his heavy gold rings on his fingers which were curled
round a little purple rectangular device. “Daddy is going to have fun with
this” he smirked almost cruelly and continued “let’s get going doll” I laughed
nervously not quite sure whether this was going to fun or complete torture but
he did say fun for him and that doesn’t necessarily mean for me as well.
When we arrived at the club the extra security presence was
immediately apparent. There were more doormen and they were checking bags,
there were metal detectors and ID card scans. Consequently the queue was larger
than normal and consisted of cold and fidgety people. We on the other hand were
ushered quickly through the back door; as soon as we were inside the security
backed off and I had my own space back and could breathe. The familiar buzz of
the club eased the anxiousness away from me somewhat. The club was busier than
usual; all the booths were occupied, the dance floor was packed out, bar men
were frantically trying to keep on top of the queue. People turned to look at
The Joker and myself but they will not look for long before continuing with
their group and gawking at the dancer podiums.
As I sat down in his private booth the egg shifted upwards
slightly causing me to clench my fists in an effort to control my breathing and
pleasure from being too obvious. I saw J in my peripheral vision smirking as I
discreetly shuffled in my seat and ordered an apple martini. When the drinks
arrived I wasn’t aware of how quickly I drank it down obviously he did as I
caught him smirking again; it was getting slightly irritating how much he was
enjoying this while I was trying not to show my arousal which was growing ever
stronger with every movement I made.
“Dance for me babydoll” He commanded with a devilish smile.
“What? Here? With this thing?” I have never been one for
public displays nor do I enjoy bringing attention on myself. He did not reply
he just glared at me; he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and with those
eyes part of me didn’t want to refuse. Like a switch in my body I switched off
all inhibitions and went into confidence overdrive which was helped along by
how turned on I was and focused only on him and us and drowned out the
background noise and spectators. “Does daddy want a show” I whispered in his
ear while leaning over ensuring he had a nice clear view down the top of my
dress. I pulled under his chin bringing
his lips to mine and teased them softly making him press harder but I pulled
away and with his lips wanting I leaned in and gently bit his bottom lip. “He
does indeed” he purred.
I started to tease him by getting up slowly and running my
hands over his crotch. I stood in front of him and let the music take over me
and let my body sway in sync. Blocking out further thoughts of me being in a
public place I slid both my hands down my sides to the bottom of my dress and
teased it up slightly before turning away from him and teasing it up further
just to show him the lower mounds of my ass. Which I cupped and grabbed; at the
same moment the shockwaves of this toy
shattered through me in three strong slow pulses which made me roll my head back slightly as
the toy pushed harder into my walls; this immediately led me to fantasize about
how good it would feel if I was bent over his knee. I could see him shifting in
his seat; his eyes fiercely fixated on me alone. My hands glided up my legs and
I swayed my body round to face him and walked closer to him before turning
around and sitting on his lap. I went on to gyrate my hips a little and heard
him take a deep breath in; I swept my hair over my shoulder releasing a strong
aroma of coconut; I went to slowly unzip my dress when he suddenly grabbed my
wrist tight and stopped me. “No one else gets to see anymore of you, that’s
mine” he snarled. “Come with me now” He jolted up but held onto me so I
wouldn’t lose my balance, as soon as the beaded curtain of his booth was
disturbed Frost turned to J “We’ll be in the interrogation room” he said this
quickly and lightly pulled me, as I passed Frost with J’s hand in mine he
smiled, I smirked in reply a little embarrassed.
A section of the wall on the ground floor was a mirror much
like that you would find in a ballet studio. As I was allowing myself to be
dragged willingly round the back of the club I could make out a door just to
the left of the end of the mirror section. I could sense people looking
curiously over at us; no sooner I could worry about that before I was thrust
through this concealed door which was swiftly locked behind me.
In the dim light I could make out a semi circle black seated
booth with a small table in the middle at the far end of the room, to the right
of me were two single leather chairs. I shuffled out of his way and leant up
against the one way mirror while he moved one of the chairs to the centre of
the room. He came closer towards me and purred; I snapped, I grabbed his shirt
where it was open and pulled him into me. I needed him so bad; he slammed into
me pushing me hard against the wall, a moan escaped my lips as he lifted my
arms above my head and pinned them there as he kissed me hard and thrust his
hips into me. My chest was heaving; I could feel my underwear was soaked. “My,
my kitten you do want daddy bad don’t you, we’ll definitely be using this
again” as he said this his hand wandered into my underwear and pulled it out of
me which made me cry out and bite my bottom lip. He suddenly pulled away and
went and sat down with on the chair he’d moved earlier. “Now where were we?” he
said catching his breath; raising his eyebrows and the corner of mouth curled
up into a grin. He loved this power he had over me.
I threw him an angry glare which turned into a coy smile as
I composed myself. I made my way over to him before turning my back to him and
once again sat on his lap and swept my hair over my shoulder. I felt his hand
lightly wrap around the back of my neck before unzipping my dress and
delicately brushing the straps of my shoulders. I got to my feet allowing the
dress to just slide off me and drop to the floor. I heard him purr as my body
was revealed; I turned to him revealing my V-front long line bra which matched
my underwear. My want for him rushed through me again as I sat back on his lap
and grinded into his groin; he placed both his hands on my breast and squeezed
firmly. A growl escaped him as I felt him get hard beneath me, it wasn’t a
happy growl. He slid his hands down my sides and dug his fingers into my hips
hard and pressed down to stop me grinding, he leaned into to me “I’m going to
have to fuck you instead”
“Instead of what exactly? Just teasing me?” I turned my neck
slightly to see his face
“Well daddy did have other plans yes but I can’t seem to
control myself because of your teasing, I said I wanted a show and now I want
to fuck you” he said this sternly. “I see” I replied trying not to let my urge
to slap him reach action point. I stood up turned and leaned forward and
without saying a word ran my hands down his soft cold chest and scratched as I
came back up; he rolled his head to the side and purred. I leaned into his neck
and kissed softly before biting hard; he gasped before looking at me with rage
burning brightly in his eyes “Just fuck me” I whispered “Daddy” and with that
he grabbed one of my hands pulled me up and twisted me round, leaving my wrist
feeling twisted and bruised. My heart was racing I could feel it pulsing in my
chest; he shifted and stood behind me a moment the skin of his exposed chest
felt good on my bare back. He dropped down and pulled at my underwear until it
fell to the floor; he stood up and swung me around again by my wrist, he
stroked my cheek gently before placing his hand over my mouth to align his
smile tattoo with mine. I grinned before pushing him back onto the chair; I got
to my knees in between his legs and undone his belt and trousers quickly. He
was enjoying how bad I wanted him and was just about to let me to put him in my
mouth “Ah ah” he waved his index finger side to side “I want to feel you on the
inside” he motioned with his hands to stand up and swivel, I got to my feet
turned round so I was facing the unbeknownst dance floor and gently lowered
myself onto him. He grabbed my hair and yanked me down onto his cock, he
grunted as I threw my head back and moaned feeling his length inside me. “You
feel so good inside” He whispered in my ear while trying to suppress a growl.
“I love you being inside me daddy” I breathed as I started
to gyrate my hips making sure he hit every point inside me; his fingers were
dug into my side controlling my speed while the other was constantly caressing
the front of my body. He softly moved one of my hands and guided it down to my
clit; what? I was going to think twice as he started guiding my hand in small
circles. He let go of my hand as I continued to touch myself, he tugged at my
hair gently which caused us both to moan. I could hear his breathing in my ear
which only turned me on more to increase the speed I teased my clit; I pushed
up slightly with my legs and gently down again. His deep growls were becoming
more frequent every time he was deeper inside me; I could feel him try and buck
his hips to fill me up even more. “Don’t stop” he moaned gasping, with those
sexy words I let myself come down harder onto his length; with his head thrown
back his mouth agape with the shine of his silver teeth. The heat was
extinguished as his cell phone started ringing in his pocket. I carried on
until he grabbed my hand and stopped me from edging closer to release. He
leaned to the side and rummaged in his pocket “sorry doll” he panted
exasperated. “This better be important!”He snarled. I heard broken muffles of
what Frost was saying; I could only ascertain that something to do with
chemicals had gone wrong. I’m pretty sure whoever caused this would not survive
the night. J didn’t seem too annoyed at Frost, agreeing that perhaps it was
important enough for him to be disturbed. He gently nudged me to get up, I had
gone from being hot and sweaty to cold very quickly; I redressed myself as did
he. His hand wrapped around mine followed by a hard pull had me crashing into
his arms “Sorry kitten, we’ll have to finish this later. With a soft kiss on the
forehead he was gone.
It'd be really cool to see u write about Coran forgetting Allura during the Wormhole scenes and Allura's reaction to it and try to figure how to fix it~
“Why are you piloting?! Where’s Alfor?!”
Allura blinked and raised her head. They… hadn’t crashed into the end of the vortex? She shook her head to clear the blur out of her vision, then Coran’s words registered.
Alfor? Why in sheraiz would he be asking fo-
She stared. “Coran?”
He stared back at her. “…Princess? Is… is that you?”
“Of course it’s me, why wouldn’t be?”
“You’re grown! When did that happen?! And where’s the crew?! Where’s your father?!”
Allura felt her heart leap into her throat. No. Nononono- “It’s not- I’m not- You’re younger!”
Squeaks of alarm made her look down, and she gasped. The mice that had stayed inside the piloting control panel with her were unchanged, but Platt had fallen out and was- was… smaller? “We have to get out of here. Coran, we’re trapped inside a wormhole with no positioning. Falling through the void made you and Platt de-age!”
“Well, find a coordinate to get us out of here before we hit the void again!”
“I’m trying!” she said desperately, running her hands over the maps in an effort to get the targeting system to lock on to a planet or planetoid, anything. “It’s not worki-”
The alarms screeched as the void swallowed them again.
“Where in glories am I?! Where’s Illyere?! We’re supposed to be-”
“Mother- who in quiznak are you? What’s going on?!”
Allura could have cried. The other mice had managed to drag Platt back into the pilot bubble, but- “Coran, listen to me, please. Illyere was my mother. Alfor was my father. They’re gone and we’re trapped in a wormhole and you have to help me find a way out of here!”
Guard instincts overriding confusion, Coran steadied himself against the navigation control panel and frowned in thought. “Have you tried full scan coordinates?”
“Have you tried using the ship’s cannons to throw us free?”
“Well, let’s give it a go! No worse than hitting the wall again.”
Allura gritted her teeth, setting energy charge as Coran prepared the targeting. All systems forward and-
Nothing but darkness.
“He-Hebe! Qirika?! Auntie?! I’m scared!”
No, no, Ancients, no!
Allura felt despair welling in her chest as she raised her head to see the gangly redheaded child cowering under the navigation console. If something didn’t work soon, she was going to lose him entirely. It wasn’t as though steering had worked at all their last several trips, so she dropped to her knees. “Coran!”
Wide blue eyes turned in her direction. “Who’re you?”
“Your Auntie sent me to keep you safe! Can you come here, please?”
He whimpered, curling up smaller, then screwed himself up and darted out from under the console running into her arms. She held him tight, burying her face into his hair.
‘It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she said, rubbing his back and trying not to think about the fact that it would normally be the other way around.
At least on the next go through, she wouldn’t have to worry about-
A sharp explosion rocked the ship, throwing them into one of the steering pedestals, and she screamed in alarm as the impact ripped Coran from her hold. “No!”
And then darkness once more.
She threw herself out of the protection of the piloting bubble despite the mice’s squeaks of alarm as soon as the lights were on again, looking under and around every console. “Coran? Coran?!”
Please, glories, don’t let him have-
A soft whimper answered her, and under Pidge’s seat, she found the infant curled in a tiny protective ball. “Oh, stars,” she breathed, delicately lifting him into her arms and cradling him close as she went back to the pilot core. ‘Stay with me,” she pleaded softly as she knelt down to keep him safe. “I can’t lose the only family I have left. The only father I have left.”
Coran snuggled closer, burying his face into her neck with a soft coo and the mice huddled around her legs. She bit her lip, bracing herself for the next void-
Obi-Wan’s path takes the first of many detours, as the simple and peaceful research mission he remembers is immediately derailed by the presence of separatist droids. Armies clash as the leaders of both sides race to find the disturbance in the desert and the secrets that it holds.
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