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[CS] 5. Solutions

5. Solutions

Cutting Strings

Characters: Penny, Ciel Word Count: 5k

Penny’s first obstacle in the real world.

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Conflicts detect. Source: Unknown. Solutions: Debugging.

The General’s office in the Polendina Facility was nothing compared to his office in the Academy, according to Winter and the information Penny was created with. Similarly Xanthic was unimpressed, but that cold impassive face might be from the cuffs pinning her wrist together. Winter was quickly reading the file Ironwood handed her while he sat at his desk, eyes on the hacker. ��

The silence ticked by and Xanthic growled. “I already told you, your system locked me out before I could get any real information.” The hacker explained, “You want me, Glade, and an undecided third member to go to play babysitter for Penny at the Vytal Festival.”  

Penny frowned and cast her gaze down. Ciel… was not confirmed? Was Xanthic planning to hack the system to make sure she was chosen for the Vytal Festival?  

“So you don’t know anything about Floating Array?” Winter asked. She handed the confidential information to Penny. The young women hesitated. Only after verification from General Ironwood did Penny take it and look it over.  

“I know it’s an ugly monstrosity.” Xanthic answered once but the words kept repeating in Penny’s processors. Her hands shook. Power output fluxed violently, sending more energy into her hardware. Software quickly adjusted but Penny couldn’t stop the small tremors. Xanthic’s eyes fixed on it. Penny curled up, stepping back as Winter stepped forward to shield her again. “It’s not me you should be protecting her from,” Xanthic’s cybernetic eyes cut to General Ironwood.  

"People of Atlas," Xanthic repeated. The Aura in Penny’s power core twisted again. She tried to remember her father’s words just a few hours before. She was his daughter not a- “Is that why Ironwood twisted her body before making her an official citizen?” What? The shock from Winter was heavy, the worried and guilty eyes Penny looked up into even heavier.  

One of the smartest and biggest threat made her own red herring. Xanthic thought Penny was a human experiment. General Ironwood was calm, a corner of his mouth quirking up in a satisfied smile. Penny’s sharp cybernetic eyes saw it.  

And Xanthic’s older model picked it up as well.“How much of her body is metal!?” Xanthic screamed. Penny’s head snapped up. Rage. The hacker’s face was twisted and red, body ready to lung at the man that could tear her a part with his hands.It wasn’t an emotion Penny was familiar with, wasn’t aware it could be a… a protective emotion. The hacker was angry for Penny.  

“How dare you. This isn’t-”  

“Schnee, enough.” General Ironwood raised his hand. Winter immediately stopped, hand grasping for the hilt of her sword. When she realized her weapon wasn’t on her Winter calmed down a little. Ironwood slowly sat back in his chair, “What do you think you know?”  

“I know Floating Array can only be used by people like you,” Xanthic lifted her bound hands, pointing to her forehead. The spot where Ironwood’s transmitter controlled his cybernetics. “Glade and me,” Next she pointed to the back of her head and neck. Penny had to squint, focusing her artificial eyes. She couldn’t see what Xanthic was referring to but she could faintly make out the cybernetic glow reflecting off her hair. “Unless she’s a telekinetic, those swords are controlled through neural cybernetics and augmentation.”  

She wasn’t wrong… Penny looked down at the file to study what lies General Ironwood tied her too. The goal was to send a team to test a weapon in the Vytal Festival. The weapon’s name was Floating Array, not P.E.N.N.Y- She took a deep breath and focused back on the conversation. Penny wasn’t a weapon. Another SDC orphan. How much of her body is metal!? Did Xan think she was wounded in the fake report that killed her supposed parents?  

Penny gently held Winter’s arm and slowly stepped out from behind her. If Xanthic’s outburst was a result of protectiveness and injustive… then surely Xanthic must be kind too? “He didn’t…” Experiment on the experiment? “I’m-”  

“The level of Penny’s augmentation is classified,” His order was directed to everyone in the room. His eyes and words ended with Penny who flinched. Somehow she managed to resist hiding behind Winter again. She was Dr. Pietro’s daughter. Winter saw her as someone to protect and in her own way so did Xanthic. She had an identity beyond a tool, Penny repeated this over and over even if she nodded to Ironwood.  

Winter gently pulled Penny’s hand off her but she gave a comforting squeeze, eyes lingering on their hands. There was a small knit between her brows, the line of her tight lips curved down so softly. Penny gave a tight and determined squeeze back. She was so tired of seeing that look of concern. Dr. Peitro was her father, he was allowed to worry but Penny was determined never to see Winter or anyone else give her that look again.  

Xanthic watched curiously. Her bright eyes returned to Ironwood who seemed indifferent to the heavy air and accusations of using a little girl for experiments. It irritated the hacker for a moment, “… Me and Glade will figure it out sooner or later.” Xanthic said relaxing as much as she could. “You’re assigning two genius to babysit her after all.”  

“So you agree to take on this mission?” Ironwood asked.  

“Don’t insult me by acting like I have a choice,” Xanthic scowled holding up the gravity cuffs. “Besides, if anything goes wrong with that spliced tech you’ll need me and Glade.”  

… Goes wrong?  

“Which is why I choose you for this mission but… There has been some resistance from Glade and difficulties with your potential partner.”  

“A-Aro?!” Resistance? She doesn’t want-  

Winter quickly set a hand on Penny’s shoulder. Her mind was stretching thing, a thousand thought running a thousand miles a second but somehow Winter’s voice broke through, “She’s probably being difficult to annoy you, sir. I know for a fact that she’s quite attached to Penny.”  

Penny took a deep breath and calmed down, literally pushing the cold Solitas air through her flash heated systems. Her memory wasn’t corrupted but her processors fired up simulations without proper information. Even before they met, Aro jumped in front of a Spider Droid to protect her. Why does her programming assume the worst? Penny opened her eyes at Ironwood’s loud frustrated sigh. He was rubbing his temples, jaw clenched tight.  

“I am well aware. She’s in a position to make demands and is already making them.”  

“… Sir.” Winter’s voice was tired and dry, “What did you expect from a Faunus women who runs one of the few independent Dust shops since she was 18?” Ironwood seemed to wince under that statement. It was all public facts but Penny could barely grasp the weight of that statement. The irony of a successful individual being used as an icon for blatant discrimination- Penny finally recognized that sad smile Aro had on during APCX’s first gathering.  

It was resignation.  

“What’s her demand?” Winter asked.  

Ironwood took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. “She wants Penny to choose the last member. Though to make sure she doesn’t influence Penny’s decision I get to narrow down the list.”  

“Oh!” Xanthic sneered wearing down Ironwood’s patience. His jaw tensed, grinding a little. “So the Iron part of your name stands for irony?”  

The General glared at Xanthic then at Winter. His second-in-command straightened out and awaited her orders. “Take this criminal to her quarters.”  

“Yeah, take me to bed, Mistress.”  

At that Winter’s face turned a little red but it wasn’t a blush. She ripped her tie from her neck and shoved it into Xanthic’s mouth in a near punch. Xanthic groaned but it only turned to a biting laughter. Despite Penny’s concerns Winter shoved the hacker out of the room. She winked… It didn’t make Penny didn’t feel any better. Her protocols told her to intervene, but another told her to stand by as the subject was handled by Military Authority. It didn’t seem right.  

A few seconds after the door hissed closed Ironwood’s stoic image crumbled a little. His elbows rested on the desk. “I’m afraid dealing with her will be your toughest challenge.”  

“I’m… I’m sure I’ll adapt.” Penny said quietly. She traced the mend on her finger. There was no evidence of it except for her memory. Xanthic was a challenge but… Penny wasn’t sure if she enjoyed it or not. “If Xanthic is such a concern why assign her to my team?”  

“Besides her technical capabilities?” Ironwood asked. He slumped further at his desk, a tired smile on his face. “She fits the average profile for students and competitors attending the Vytal Festival. Ms. Xanthic won’t be able to infiltrate Atlesian property all the way in Vale. The distance and extra security will make it harder for her to hack our systems. Additional her rivalry with Ms. Glade and activities during the Vytal Festival will preoccupy her time.”  

“And what will happen to her after?” Penny asked despite the fear of the answer.  

Ironwood closed his eyes for a moment. “I’d consider this mission a community service and shorten her punishment.” That was not a satisfactory answer but Penny did not have a chance to continue the conversation. Penny’s Scroll pinged. She accepted the file transfers. “Ms. Glade would like you to meet these five candidates and choose one of them when she returns.”  

“Yes, sir.”  

Penny left feeling drained, as if she fought more than a Spider Droid. Was this her equivalent to mental exhaustion? Xanthic had triggered multiple conflicts and she had to constantly suppress some protocols. Then the glitches with her Aura… Penny returned to her room, hand over her power unit. The reasonable thing would be inform her father but the thought of seeing him worry exhausted her further.  

She didn’t want to think about it. Instead Penny focused her processors on the files General Ironwood gave her. All of the candidates are top students at the Police Academy… Ciel was not on the list!  

Penny nearly rushed out of her room but stopped. Xanthic was a criminal, her area would be heavily monitored in every way: visual, audio, and transmitted data if Winter didn’t confiscate her Scroll. Xanthic told them not to contact each other but…  

She bounced in place systems flooded with energy and threatening to overheat her with no action to burn it off. Why isn’t Ciel on the list? Every candidate looked capable but Xanthic was right. Penny didn’t actually have a choice. She already knew Ciel- why isn’t she on the list- and everyone seemed to get along during their first meeting… well enough, after some comparison with Winter and May.  

Suddenly Penny’s recorded memory brought up Ciel’s audio, If the General of our Kingdom has a directive for us we’d best follow it, Did she decline the offer? “Ugh…” Penny found herself sitting on her bed, head in her hands. “What do I do?” She didn’t want Ironwood’s candidates, she wanted Ciel or to at least ask her… “Ask her what?” Penny huffed at herself. Ask Ciel if she declined, if she wants to be a part of a team with two anarchist?  

Penny stood up and walked out of her room. Her aura was causing another glitch in her power unit. Too much energy for her processes to handle, she’d start one simulation and started another in a few seconds after, trying to come up with reasons why Ciel wasn’t on the list. She needed to do something and she needed information…  

Penny found herself sneaking out of the facility and on a transport to Mantle.  

Ciel’s home was vastly different than what Penny was used to. Aro and Xanthic owned a building and house respectively. Ciel lived in an apartment building in a cramped area close to the Police Academy. Penny rang the doorbell and waited a few seconds. She had enough time to wonder if normal humans would be sleeping at this time when the door opened. Ciel didn’t look surprised to see her. If anything she was a little annoyed.  

“Hello!” Penny greeted her with a smile. Her father was right, fresh air did help her systems but now her processors were sluggish. All those ideas she had vanished. It never worked on Xanthic but Ciel did relax a little. That was a good sign, right? “Should I… Should I come back later?” Penny asked tilting her head a little. Penny’s internal clock told her it was almost midnight but Ciel was still dressed. “I’m not sure what time you rest and recharge.”  

“It’s the last month of the semester, I’m constantly running on empty.” Ciel said with a shrug. “Hold on,” Penny’s hopefully-future-teammate disappeared into the dark apartment for a moment. Penny peeked in. It was cramped, optimizing space for multiple people. Switching to night vison her cybernetic eyes saw several photos on the fridge and walls. Ciel was in a few of them at different stages of life, with what appeared to be blood relatives. Penny quickly turned her enhanced vision off and stepped out of the doorway when Ciel returned with a coat around her body. She presented a jacket and box to Penny, “Glade dropped this off with me before she left. Said it was for Xanthic.”  

She wasn’t in Mantle? Penny took the jacket first and carefully put it on. Ciel and Penny were about the same height and built so it was a perfectly snug fit. It felt… odd, being compressed by a soft warmth all around her. It was like a hug. Penny snuggled into it.  

Again her simulations and programming predicted the worse and caused unnecessary stress. There was no immediately solution so Penny adjusted her priotities.  

She gave Ciel a bright smile, “So you do want to join our team?”  

Ciel locked her apartment and lead Penny down the stairs. “Once I calmed down and thought about it… maybe?” She muttered. She was digging herself into her thick coat. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Ciel’s feet dragged a little. It made Penny feel like her processors were burning out. There was so much to adjust too. From near completely solitude to Xanthic’s brash attitude, especially Xanthic’s attitude. An entire day of tension, conflicting code and-  

“Penny, do you have any idea what you’re getting into?” Ciel wondered softly. Almost timid and scared, but Penny didn’t know her well enough to make that assessment. “With Glade, Xanthic, the Vytal Festival?”  

“… No.” The question and realization cause a falter in Penny’s stride.  

Ciel let out a short laugh. Penny stared at her and Ciel quickly tried to hide it with a cough. A tired smile peeked out from her hand, “Sorry. Low energy. A little delirious. And a little relieved.” She clarified. Ciel paused for a moment, then a moment longer before speaking. Human’s didn’t perform well when insufficiently charged. “You and the others seemed so confident. I felt like I was the only one fumbling in the dark.”  

“You were studying.”  

“Got the best marks in class.” Ciel said, some energy returning with pride. They turned another corner and the officer-in-training walked up to a lit up basement entrance. Penny faltered surprised to see some people hang around it. They were all Academy students, most in Police uniform but some from Atlas Academy. They nodded at Ciel with a sense of familiartiy between them.  

Penny jogged, catching up to Ciel as she walked down into the cellar. The width and length was as big as the building above it. It was rather empty with isolated groups scattered around. Half the floor was a lounge with a mini café.  

“May! Drink’s ready!” The barista yelled out to the small number of patreons.  

The other half was cleared with the exception of sparing dummies, weights, or targets against the walls. The students sat in the lounge, studying, chatting some individuals even sleeping. The sparing side was currently in use by officers in uniform and a few without. The only Huntresses were in the far corner. Penny could tell from their Aura, it was far more refined than those from the Police Force. One was even familiar but Penny couldn’t place it.  

“What is this place?”  

Ciel glanced back at her, tired feet still dragging to the barista’s counter. “A gym for Officers and trainees. We don’t have the resources Atlas Academy has but we make do. Most of the Atlas students here are Mantle-born.”  

“You can take the miners out of Mantle but you can’t take the Mantle out of the miners!” The barista was that rainbow semblance Faunus Penny saw a few days ago. She skated to the counter and perched her head atop it with a grin, “Hiya, Ciel! I didn’t expect you to be friends with the mysterious cutie too!”  

“Neon.” Ciel sighed, “Three things. One, that’s a horrible saying and you should stop using it. Two, her name is Penny, don’t be rude. Three, my usual thai latte.”  

“And you Penny?”  

“No thanks-” A heavy hand dropped onto her head and a hand suddenly appeared to reach around her to grab the drink. Penny jumped, gasping out a noise and turning around. May Marigold smiled down at her and ruffled her hair a little. Towering over even May was Joanna Greenleaf and Elm Ederne. All three was in just their mid layer clothing just thick and dark enough to avoid being translucent from their sweat.  

“Chocolate mint. I’ll pay for her friend’s drink too,” May said. Her hand stopped ruffling Penny’s hair and dropped a few lien onto the counter.  

“Sweets for the sweetie! And a blackest latte for bore,” Neon sang sticking her tongue out at Ciel. The trainee didn’t acknowledge it. Instead she slumped in the bar stool and laid her head on the counter, her barrette used as a pillow.  

“So you must be Penny Polendina! Me and Herriet saw you at the Military Tech Show!” Special Operative Elm Ederne yelled. Perhaps Xanthic’s fustrations were not misplaced… Penny found herself needing to lean back a little to look up at her. Then suddenly she was looking down when the women picked her up. Penny gasped, holding down her dress and pressing Aro’s mysterious box to her chest. “A pleasure to meet you! We’re looking forward to what you can do!”  

“Pleasure… Please set me down.” Penny squeaked. Her system was confused, the chances of encountering people who could lift her was very small but everyone who tried did so with ease. Elm laughed, throwing her head back and echoing it off the quiet cellar. Ciel let out a tired groan, eyes still closed while several other students yelled for some silence.  

“Elm,” Huntress Joanna Greenleaf elbowed the fellow giant’s arm. They must have been sparing hard because it caused a small Aura flicker. “Inside voice.”  

“And don’t just pick up people! You and Aro…” May’s scolding drifted off. She angrily huffed, then threw her head back taking large gulps of her drink. “Fuck, now I’m pissed off again!”  

“Maybe you should stand outside and cool off?” Joanna offered.  

“Nonsense, I’m ready for another round!” Elm said, fist slamming into a palm so loud it echoed. Elm winced, her Aura finally flickering out. “Or not…”  

“I don’t understand…” Penny mumbled looking at May. Last she remembered they were happily getting along, the fighting wasn’t a real fight but playing. “Why would you-”  

“No, nope!” Joanna stepped in, physically crossing her arms. "We’re here work out our anger, not to build it up even more," She gave a hard glare at May who scoffed and rolled her eyes.  

“She deserves a good slap to that arrogant, pretty face!”  

Did they have an argument? Close friends can have arguments? Penny wondered. She really wanted to call Aro but Xanthic’s no communications-on-Atlas-owned-servers was becoming more and more reasonable.  

“Then do it when she gets back.” Joanna clasp a hand around May’s shoulder. The weight and power making her flinch and sloshing her drink a little. “Shooting range. Let’s go.”  

“Ugh,” May groaned and grumbled, swearing a storm under her breath and directing it at Aro’s absence. Elm followed, giving the Ciel and Penny a big wave.  

“Death latte and a chocolate mint to warm you two up,” Neon said back to the pair and setting the drinks on the counter. She was about to settle for a chat when two more people entered the ceiler. “Reese! Nadir!” She vaulted over, tackling her friends to the ground. Their laughter helped muffled the yelling Huntresses in the corner and the groaning students trying to sleep or study.  

Penny watched it all from her seat next to an exhausted Ciel. Her potential teammate groaned and finally sat up, unceremoniously dropping her barrette back onto her head. Penny giggled and fixed it.  

“Welcome to Mantle,” Ciel muttered into her drink. “Where everyone is loud and rude, and not even the scholarship students can afford to sleep.”  

“I would add compassionate and strong willed,” Penny added. Ciel stared at her for a moment and quietly agreed, trying to hide a smile behind her cup.  

Neither of them talked for a few minutes. Ciel was slowly waking up, nursing her hot latte with both hands. Penny took small sips of her own drink. The atmosphere and seeing people alive was worth the trials General Ironwood put her through and more. Her recordings and simulations were flat and predictable. Penny at the center of every problem and the solution to every scenario but in Mantle she was just a person, a stranger in someone else’s life.  

“Ciel?”  

“Hm?”  

“You state you were still unsure about accepting General Ironwood’s request. Why is that?” Penny asked softly.  

The answer was nearly immediate, either she was thinking about this for a while or the caffeine was recharging her. “Who’s going to help take care of my family?” Ciel asked. “General Ironwood says the Military will pay for all expenses but my family is losing a source of income, even if it is small.”  

Penny frowned and looked at Ciel. The answer was much more practical than expected. She didn’t have to worry about the daily human needs. Her father was well respected scientist living in a military facility, he didn’t need to spend to survive. Penny did not need to eat. She had other forms of maintenance but that was weekly, monthly if need be. Her robust power unit and Aura mean that Penny needed little rest and Dust could be used in emergencies. Her material consumption was part of the military’s budget.  

“I thought it would be fear and danger,” Penny admitted. It was the only things her father and General Ironwood emphasized.  

“Police Officers may not be fighting Grimm but people can get pretty horrible too. Worse… even,” Ciel added softly. There was another comfortable pause. Ciel enjoying her drink. Penny watched the life around her. “You don’t seem like the Huntress type. So why become one?”  

Penny looked back at Neon playing around with her friends and then at May. Somehow shooting at the practice range dissolved into yelling and wrestling. Penny suppressed the urge to intervene. It wasn’t as playful as she witnessed during her drinks with Winter but it was still between good friends. And Elm was cheering them on with a laugh so it was nothing serious. It was pleasantly lively.  

So different from the quiet of the facility and the calm work with her father, or the stoic order of General Ironwood.  

“I want to protect this.”  

"But why a Huntress?" Ciel pressed. “Glade and your father helps with their inventions.”  

“Because they can’t fight like I can.”  

Ciel only raised a brow. “Again. Don’t look the part.” Penny pouted, lips pressed and a hard look that only made Ciel smile. The officer-in-training nodded to the practice shooting range then to the traiining dummies at the far end of the gym. Penny’s programming told her Ciel was asking her to pick a trial.  

Penny took a deep breath. She passed her Combat Test. She is combat ready. “Shooting range.”  

“Alright,” Ciel said a little relieved. In her state Ciel probably wouldn’t do well in a spar and Penny didn’t want to deal with trying to restrain her robotic strength. “Nadir!” Ciel called over, “Gun. 10 minutes.”  

“Magic words?”  

“Now.” It took a few seconds of staring but Nadir eventually relented with a small whine. Ciel lead Penny to the back, tapping away at her Scroll. The gym had its own app for the range and as a regular she was had one set up before they got there. The hard-light targets were both human and Grimm shape, some popping up others striding left to right. There was even small Nevermores flying about. From the edges of her peripheral, Penny saw Elm focus on them but the other two Huntresses were still yelling at each other.  

“Just talk to her!”  

“It’s not that easy!”  

Penny looked back at Ciel who held up her Scroll as she gave an overview of the information, “3 minutes, best out of three. Smaller targets, more points. Humans are negative. Shoot any target to start.” Ciel said. She handed her Scroll off to Penny and stepped up to the firing line.  

Ciel checked Nadir’s submachine, the magazine and felt the weight. She held it to her shoulder and fired. Penny watched a little fascinated. Most of her pre-installed knowledge was about Huntsmen and Huntresses. She only had the basics about the Police Force. They were trained to deal with humans. They focused on nonviolent take downs and weapon accuracy because they worked in residential areas. Many of their guns weren’t lethal but they were still dangerous if their aim was off.  

But accuracy didn’t add to the points. Still Ciel aimed for lethal areas, the chest and head. She only aimed at targets that she knew would land and did it fast. She manage one last shot milliseconds before Ciel’s phone buzzed, the timer hitting zero.  

“5th place! Not bad!” Neon yelled from behind the counter.  

Ciel stepped away from the firing line and held out Nadir’s gun. Penny gave a wide smile. Her backpack opened, Floating Array sweeping with a motion of her hand. The blades folded back, several barrels pointed down the range. Elm let out a low and impressive whistle.  

“Yooo!!!” Reese screamed from the lounge. “Good thing you’re an officer cuz you got CONNED!” There was a soft chuckling and sounds of agreement from all over the gym. Ciel blinked, taking everything in strides. She took a slow sip of her thai latte.  

“That’s cheating,” The office-in-training said. There was no frustration, just tired resignation and amusement. Maybe relief? Penny tried to stop her smile but it only grew when she noticed May sprawled under Joanna. Both Huntress was in an awkward position, mid grapple and their mouths open in amazement. With a small motion of her other hand, most of Floating Array folded and retreated into her pack, only two were left floating above her.  

“And we’re never mentioning this to Xanthic.” Ciel added.  

“I’m sure Xanthic will discover this eventually,” Penny said innocently. With a flex of her hand Floating Array started firing. After the Combat Trial it was easy, so she pushed herself to focus on the smaller Nevermores. The pattern was predictable, but restraint was a challenge. All shots landed with dead accuracy but there was some damage to the walls. Luckily everyone was too amazed to notice or to even speak. The buzzing was loud to Penny’s augmented hearing.  

“Holy shit,” May muttered softly.  

"Finally! That name has been on top for years!" Neon yelled. Reese and Nadir was also cheering from the lounge. This time the students or trying to sleep didn’t complain and just stared quietly. One even took a picture.  

“On the board for three minutes and 23 seconds. New record for me.” Ciel drawled handing Penny her Scroll. Penny grinned and entered ‘P. Polendina’. It blinked on the top row above the alias Silver Wat.  

Conflicts detected. Source: Stress. Solutions: Fun.

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Ease The Dawn Chapter 16

A/N - Thank you for reading and thank you for all of your comments, likes and reblogs. The final two chapters will be up next week. 

Pairing - Ivar and Aethelswith

Chapter - 16 of 18

The warm light of the setting sun cast a golden hue over her fair skin making her blue eyes appear a soft grey. He had rarely spent time with her outside the tent and had never noticed the small freckle just below the bottom lashes of her left eye. Even her spots were charming, he thought.

Rows and rows of long tables with bench seats filled the camp's dining area. Pausing at the edge, he waiting for Aethelswith to stand beside him.

"Our table is there." Looking down at her, he took a slow step forward, silently indicating his request for her to walk with him.

The chatter dimmed as every person turned their gaze to the captive. Most had seen her in the camp before but not dressed as she was then and not standing, side by side, with their leader. The gown she wore was deep red and made of plush velvet with a slight train. The bodice fit tight to her body and the full skirt widened just below her hips. The plunging neckline and long-sleeved cuffs were bordered with soft cream lace.

Upon first seeing her walk from the tent to greet him, Ivar had felt confronted, losing sight in that moment of his controlled demeanor. A sensation of panic swept through him, and he knew then, with certainty, not even a cage around his heart could protect him from her. He had smiled broadly, fully, and without restraint as did she as they stood, face to face, in the open. She was exquisite, a vision; a petite vision! The top of her head was in line with his elbow, standing where they were now, in front of his people.

Feeling the crowd's interest, she walked as close to Ivar as his crutch would allow as they made their way between the tables toward their seats. Ivar preened as his men gawked at her, strutting past and making no attempt to contain his glee.

He loved the attention and wondered if fame and glory were the only things worth fighting for. Was devotion a motivation that could turn men into legends? Even legends into Gods? Questions flew through his mind as he glanced down to the beauty walking beside. So much spirit fit inside that tiny body, he thought. It made him feel like a giant; ten feet tall. He felt invincible with her next to him. Whole and proud and not blind to the new motivation for greatness taking seed deep in his mind.

Aethelswith took the seat next to him, feeling anxious under the weight of the warriors' scrutiny. Keeping her back straight, she softly lowered her chin, not wanting to overcompensate for her discomfort by appearing smug.

A thrall appeared between them and filled Ivar's cup. He passed it directly to her, stunning her with his manners in front of his men. Lifting his glass, he leaned close.

"Skoll," he said with a grin.

Smiling in return, she repeated his cheer, taking a sip of her drink; the taste surprising her.

"What is this? It is delightful."

Tilting back toward her. "I believe you Christians call it communion wine."

Aethelswith's eyes widened as she sampled the sweet red wine a second time.

"I wish had not asked."

Thralls began bringing the food that had been the source of the mouth-watering aroma. Cheers and laughter could be heard in all directions as the warriors crudely grabbed food from the trays placed in the centre of the long tables. Aethelswith surveyed the rough way the men and women were eating with their hands, gulping mead and speaking while their mouths were full of food.

A platter was placed in front of them along with two plates, prepared just for them. The food looked and proved to be delicious; mixed meat, root vegetables, and charred fish. As they ate, Aethelswith listened to Ivar speak in his native tongue to Loni who was seated on his far side. Aethelswith had been relieved when Gussr sat down on her other side. His calm presence providing a warm sense of reassurance.

People continued to cast Aethelswith looks making no attempt at subtlety, particularly, two of Ivar's shieldmaidens. They sat, heads together, not hiding their sneers and distaste.

"Are you well?" Ivar asked keeping his face looking forward.

"I am, thank you."

"You said you would never lie."

"The food and wine are wonderful. That is the truth, my Lord." She paused selecting her next words carefully. "The company is...unfamiliar."

Turning, he looked at her and she leaned closer, Ivar immediately followed, tipping his ear toward her lips.

"I do not believe I am welcome," she said in a low tone, "by everyone."

Glancing up, Ivar saw the two women who seemed to relent at his notice.

"I do not believe they want me dining with you," she whispered. Ivar stayed leaning toward her, still looking at the maidens.

"No, I do not believe they do." He popped a piece of turnip into his mouth. "But I do."

His expression broke into a smile and he straightened in his chair, grabbing the jug in front and filled her cup with wine. Then grabbed her chair and yanked it closer so their armrests were touching. Turning back to his far side, he continued speaking with Loni.

The volume of the celebration increased to a boisterous roar as more jugs of ale were brought out. Men sitting at the closest table began belching as loudly as they could muster, attempting to one-up the other. Aethelswith tried to avert her attention, sipping her wine, inwardly revolted and hoping one of their throats would rupture.

Glancing back to her, Ivar then barked something in Norse, addressing the group of disgusting men. From working with the thralls, she recognized only the word for animals. The men laughed thinking what he said, he said in jest, but instantly quieted seeing his stern face. They exchanged glances and continued to drink from their cups, murmuring in low voices.

"Playing Saxon nobleman tonight, Ivar?" Hvitserk shouted above the noise from his seat at the end of a nearby table.

Saying nothing, Ivar's jaw tightened and he glared back.

Thralls lit torches as the light dwindled into night and the sharp wind moving between the tables was a brisk reminder that summer had not yet arrived. Aethelswith shrugged her shawl higher to cover the backs of her shoulders.

"Are you cold?" Ivar asked. "I will get you a fur."

Raising his far arm, he motioned for a slave. Immediately, Aethelswith grabbed his closest hand that was resting on the arm of his chair, making his head snap down to look.

"I am fine, my Lord, really. I am fine." She too looked down at their embrace.

Unable to look away, she stared at his broad hand, absolutely immense below hers with her skin pale and smooth in comparison. Heat seemed to radiate from him and she swept her thumb across his rough knuckle before realizing what she had done. Withdrawing quickly, she knew it had lingered. Knowing, also, that Ivar was not someone to have missed her hesitancy. Averting her eyes to look down into her lap, she could feel him analyzing her. Exhaling, she slowly looked up to meet his gaze; his heavy expression of longing caused her to bite her lip with her teeth. Licking his own lower lip, his eyes roamed her face, the corners of his mouth lifting in an uncertain smile.

"Princess," he said gently, leaning closer. Reaching over the armrest, he took her hand again in his, rubbing his thumb over the soft, inside of her wrist.

Not able to blink, her eyes were locked with his, pleased she had not finished her second glass of wine. Any less reserve and she would have closed the small space between them and pressed her lips to his.

Gods, he wanted to touch her. Kiss her. He wanted to pull her small body over to sit on his lap. His entire life he had watched men do that with their lovers and he wanted that with her. He wanted everything with her. Could someone like him have more than blood and battles, he wondered? Was he truly prepared to sacrifice so much for her? Even Ivar the Boneless is human, he silently remarked.

"Are you pleased to be here? With me?" His eyes were round and his expression was serious.

"I am," she whispered.

Drawing his brows together, his face grew stern. "Aethelswith, I must ask you...I want..."

"Ivar?" Hvitserk was suddenly standing directly in front of them.

"No!" Ivar blasted at him without looking away from Aethelswith.

Shifting on his feet, Hvitserk looked down at their clasped hands.

"Ivar?" he repeated.

"What!" he shouted, finally turning to look up at him.

"The scout has returned. Alfred agreed to your terms. They will make the trade for her just after dawn."

Closing his eyes, Ivar froze and inhaled deeply as if to steady himself. Opening his eyes, he shot Hvitserk a dangerous look.

"We will discuss this in private," he hissed, clearly furious.

Aethelswith attempted to pull her hand free but Ivar tightened his grip, holding it in place.

Agreed to the terms, she asked herself? Trade for her? Dawn? Her mind raced trying to make sense of what Hvitserk had said. Who was taking her place, she wondered? Surely not Alfred. Confused, she stared down at their clasped hands.

"I will meet the men in one hour."

Nodding, Hvitserk moved away from the table.

"I am going home?" she asked in a voice that did not sound like her own.

"You are going home." He answered flatly, not meeting her gaze.

Dropping her hand, he reached for his crutch.

"I will take you back to the tent now."

Pushing himself to stand, he awkwardly stepped away, leaving her still seated in her chair. Realization hit her like an arrow in the chest; Ivar was giving her up.

.

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[thatonecurlygirl]

hiiii it’s me again! i just loved your sonny x black reader so much. I was debating on asking for another fic because I didn’t want to bother you🤧. but if you feel like it can you do a mike Dodd’s x reader, your a pretty good detective and mike doesn’t know how to handle his crush on you? maybe with smut😬🥰🥰

Yay, I am so glad that you enjoyed it! Sorry for taking so long to get this one out, but I hope you enjoy this one too love. Please don’t hesitate to reach out with requests, it’s not a bother at all ❤️😘!

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing:  Mike Dodds x Reader

Warning: Little bitta smut

“Detective Y/n?” You hear your name and look up at the barista behind the counter who is smiling.

“Kayla, I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?” You smile back at her, abandoning the small talk you and Mike were engaged in.

“A lot better now that Vincent is in jail. Mom and I have been really focusing on working on our relationship over the past two years.” She explains. “What can I get you?”

After receiving your coffees, you and Mike head back out of the little coffee shop. You can’t help but smile, thinking about Kayla and how sincerely happy she seemed, a drastic difference from two years ago.

“I take it she was one of the cases you worked?” Mike questions as the two of you walk down the bustling sidewalks.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Kayla was being molested by her stepdad. Her mom worked two jobs and wasn’t able to be there often enough to realize what was going on. Kayla is a sweet girl and she gravitated toward Sonny and me during everything. We would check up on her and her mother a few times a month to make sure they were doing okay. We even went to her graduation.” You smile, thinking back to Kayla walking across the stage.

“Hmm.” Mike hums, lifting his coffee to his lip and taking a small sip.

“What?” You tilt your head to the side and cross your arms, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Nothing, it’s just… nothing.” He shakes his head, bringing his coffee back up to his lips and continuing down the sidewalk.

“Can’t leave me hanging like that Mike.” You groan as you catch up to him and his long strides.

Mike sighs long and deep. “I was just going to say that you are a great detective and it shows.”

“Oh, shut up. I thought you were going to say something important.” You roll your eyes and cross the street.

“It’s important that you know that. Honestly, I think everyone should know that. You aren’t just some sexy chick people pass on the street. You are smart and kind and a great detective.”  He holds the door open for you to walk into the precinct.

“You forgot sexy.” You add, winking at him as the two of you make your way toward the bullpen.

“I definitely did not forget sexy.” He allows his eyes to wander your clothed form, dressed in soft colors.

Your face heats up at his statement and the way he is looking at you. In the year and a half that you’ve been working and partnered with Mike, never has things even gotten anywhere near the sexual tension that you currently feel building between you both.

“Mike, Y/n, just the people we were waiting on.” Liv motions the two of you over where everyone has clustered around.

“And the day begins.” You sigh.

Mike had been quiet for the rest of the day, only occasionally speaking up. It’s not like him to not talk or joke around with you and Sonny, but he seemed a little off today. Even when the two of you ended your shifts, instead of walking out next to you, he was a significant distance in front of you.

“Michael Dodds!” You jog to catch up to him, gently grabbing his arm to get him to slow down. “What’s going on with you today?”

“What do you mean?” Mike asks, face red and eyes wide.

“You’ve been acting weird today.” You press the inside of your wrist to his forehead. “Do you feel alright, you’re all red?”

“I’m fine.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to get a few drinks. You want to come? I uh- I mean do you… Do you want to get some drinks?” Mike asks, heat flowing to his face.

“Sure.” You chuckle and shrug your shoulders, walking alongside him to the bar you and your coworkers frequent on nights out.

————

“No!” You erupt in giggles at Mike talking about his first kiss.

“Yeah, spin the bottle was traumatizing. She cried for a whole hour.” He chuckles, taking a sip of his beer. “What about you?”

“Oh, my first kiss was…” you shudder at the thought. “bad. I was the sweet sophomore dating the awkward and not so cute freshman and everyone was watching. He stuck his tongue so far in my mouth I almost choked.”

“He just dove right in?” Mike chuckles.

“Tongue first.” You nod.

“What about your best kiss?”

“Oh, God. If I’ve already had my best kiss then life is going to suck.” You smile, bringing your drink to your lips. “Honestly, I think my best kiss is still out there.”

Mike hums, nodding his head as he takes another drink of his beer, rolling another cuff in his sleeves, now reaching right below his elbows.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you point to him “What’s the ‘hm’ about?” You question.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head.

“No, no, no. Don’t do that. Tell me what you were thinking.” You demand, taking the beer from his hands and sitting it on the counter beside you.

Mike chuckles before opening his mouth to speak, “Maybe you’re just doing something wrong.” He shrugs, a smug smile on his face.

“Me?” You ask, pointing to yourself. “It’s definitely not me.” Your voice coming out a little higher pitched and offended than normal.

“Sure, okay.” He nods. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“This is some kind of ruse to get me to kiss you isn’t it?” You ask accusatorially before shrugging your shoulders. “It’s totally unprofessional, but I’m in.”

Mike looks surprised for a moment before a small smile plays at his lips. He watches you slowly lean into him, eyes slowly closing shut. You rest your hand on Mike’s thigh, just above his knees to brace yourself as you lean in. Before you can lean in any further, Mike stands up, hands sliding up to cup your face before his lips meet yours.

Soft and slow, yet longing are his lips against yours. They are warm and like the beer he had been drinking, they taste bitter but welcoming. This, this right here is your best kiss. It’s not pushy or demanding, but it isn’t overly “fireworks and rainbows” like movies make great kisses out to be. It was sweet and comforting, almost like your lips belonged together.

Slowly the both of you lean back out of the kiss, the subtle sound of your lips seems to echo in your ears and the feel on his lips lingers on yours. You swallow hard before slowly letting your eyes flutter open. Mike is looking down at you, his eyes wide and nervous.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He nervously stutters out.

“No, maybe not, but I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” You bite your bottom lip, looking up at Mike through your eyelashes.

———

“Mike.” You moans bouncing off the walls of your apartment.

His thrusts are deep as his hips snap against your, your sweat-slicked bodies rubbing across each other. You can feel yourself close to the edge and the way he is looking into your eyes aids in winding you up tight. He smiles and leans down to press his mouth against yours just as your legs begin to shake.

“Come on baby, come for me.” His fingers made quick work at the ever-so-sensitive spot between your legs.

It’s not long before you both finish sweaty and sticky as your heavy breathing feel are the only sounds that occupy the room. Mike falls into the spot beside you, face down in the pillows before turning his head to look at you.

Neither of you says anything, you don’t have to. He just reaches up, pushes a lock of hair from your face before caressing your cheek. You turn your head just enough to kiss the inside of his wrist before scooting in close to him, allowing him to pull you close to him.

“I think this may end up being an issue with HR.” He chuckles as he softly kisses the back of your neck.

“Yeah, but let’s not say anything just yet.

[emeraldtawny]

Leonardo x MC: Earn Your Keep (NSFW)

WHAT’S THIS?! IKEVAMP?! HELL YEAH IT IS! This is the result of a Ko-Fi fic requested by the lovely @colivara (posted here with her permission) wanting some sweeeeeeeeeeeet Leo smut. Please PLEASE take this with a grain of salt as I have not played the Japanese version of the game and only had very vague guidelines of what Leo is like I like writing characters as accurately as I can so this was difficult for me dajkgnsrkx Once the game drops in English, you bet I’ll be writing more stuff but until then TAKE THE SMUT! >:3

(He’s not here…)

You stand hesitantly outside the door to Leonardo’s room, knocking again on the ornate wooden door, intricate carvings chipped beautifully into the deep mahogany wood. Scrunching your lips up in confusion and resignation, you tug the door handle down and step into the room, half expecting him to be standing before you chuckling to himself for how hesitant you were to open the door to his room without being prompted.

But no, the room is empty. The mountains of books scattered haphazardly yet orderly around his room fill the room with that calming paper scent - a scent that always draws your mind to him. You lean against the still open door, meandering about the entrance and wondering if you should just wait in his room until he gets back from wherever he went. You know you planned to spend the night with him, but you can’t deny that you rushed through your work with Sebastian to get here faster. Tapping your finger against the door, you look around the room, from his desk stacked high with books further adding to the cyclone of literature around his room, to his bookless yet still disarrayed bed. Draped on the bed is his overcoat, the only neat, folded element in his room.

You quirk an eyebrow, knowing it’s rare for him to be without it. “He can’t have gone far then. He should be back soon, I’d gather.”

Voicing it aloud makes you smile and you step into the room, dancing with light steps through the maze of books and scrolls, the movements almost second-nature to you at this point. You sink into the bed and run your hand over his coat, the long garb still oddly gargantuan in comparison to your smaller form even when folded neatly beside you. Curiosity getting the better of you and knowing that his clothing will still likely hold his scent that you adore, you grab the coat and unfurl it, watching it flow to the ground and pool over your feet.

Standing up and being careful not to stand on and accidentally rip the fabric, you twirl Leonardo’s jacket behind you and slip your arms through the sleeves. It is comically oversized on you, the tips of your fingers not even reaching the cuffs of the sleeves and the long coat more reminiscent of a wedding dress train as it flows down to the ground. You look down to yourself with a childish smile and a short giggle, the golden brown of the coat contrasting against your white nightgown. Spinning on the balls of your feet, you watch with delight as the coat tangles then flows free from your legs, sweeping across the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing, ___?”

You freeze mid-spin, straightening up to look at the door, causing the wide shoulder of the overcoat to fall from your shoulder and into the crook of your elbow. Before you stands the very man you were waiting for, eyes as warm and iridescent as the twilight sunset narrowing at you, a small smile tilting his lips to accompany it.

“Um--I was...waiting?” You direct your gaze to a pile of books, feeling unable to meet his gaze without feeling like a child about to be scolded by her dad.

A deep, gravely chuckle bubbles amusedly from him, “That’s an unusual way to wait for someone. Do you put on everyone’s clothes when you’re waiting to see them?”

“N-no! Of course not!” Of course, you know he’s teasing you, but you can already feel the heat prickling your cheeks and quickly spreading its reach to your neck and ears.

You pull your eyes up to meet his own, wrapping your arms around yourself to hold the coat on you as the other shoulder falls from yours. Amusement still glimmering in his eyes, Leonardo maneuvers his way through the mine zone of his room before he stands before you, his large hands pulling the shoulders of his coat back up onto your shoulders.

“While I can’t say it fits you, it does suit you.”

“Really?”

He twirls a strand of your hair around his long finger and tucks it behind your ear with utmost care, “Yes. Although, I can’t deny seeing you without my coat on would be just as lovely.”

You pull your lips tight in your desperation to keep a straight face against the clear implications in his words. His smile widens as he lets his finger linger over your ear, his chestnut hair tinged with smoky grey wisping softly over your cheek as he leans closer to let his voice drawl out directly into your ear,

“Take it off. Nice and slow for me.”

You swallow yet remain still, your gaze fixed on anywhere except Leonardo, your hesitation only making him huff a short laugh in response.

“If you’re a good girl and follow my instructions, I can promise you I’ll make it worth your while.”

(I know you will. But...that doesn’t stop it from being embarrassing.)

You roll your shoulders back, the oversized coat falling easily from their perches and catching once again in the crooks of your elbows, exposing your arms to the air. Leonardo watches on, an almost annoyingly calm smile on his face, his face still inches from your ear and each delightful exhale is aimed directly into it, causing involuntary shivers to wrack your body.

“Slower, ___.”

You bite your lip as you slip your arm ever so slowly from the left sleeve, letting the fabric fall and dangle aimlessly, only your right arm stopping the coat from drifting to the floor. Cheeks burning and eyes trembling to stay locked on him, you stroke your hand down your right arm until you meet fabric and push the sleeve off your arm, not failing to notice Leonardo’s gaze following each miniscule movement you make. It flows like liquid as it falls from your form, pooling on the floor before you and Leonardo.

“Like that?” You ask gingerly, your shoulders suddenly tensing at his low thrumming hum and his nose brushing chastely against the shell of your ear.

“Mm, it’s a start.”

The response on your lips is bitten back as he kisses your ear, making sure the luscious, wet noises of his tongue carving its path along your ear echo perfectly for you to hear every sound. Your hands that reach to grasp at his shirt are grabbed by his own, restraining your wrists lightly yet stopping any advances.

“Leonardo--”

He pulls back, analysing your heated cheeks and eyes dancing with the beginnings of a lustful abyss.

“I do love it when you say my name, but I prefer it more...wild.”

He near on growls that word, a gasp escaping you beyond your control. Leonardo grins, the response exactly what he wanted.

“I’ll have you crying out for me, ___, but you have to earn it.”

You hold his gaze, utterly captivated by every word those gorgeous lips form, knowing full well of the insurmountable pleasure he can make you feel. Those hues of orange sunlight hold a question and a challenge: can you do it?

You lean your body forward towards his, Leonardo’s hold on your wrists slackening so you can move easier. You stand up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his, humming with heavenly pleasure into him as he returns the gesture. Your lips move together like poetry, breaths mingling and lips smacking together with each caress, each return bolstering in a greater wave of confidence. He keeps your wrists in his hold and denying you to touch him, but you’re more focused on teasing the seam of his lips with your tongue, seeking entrance. He refuses, yet his grip loosens and you rip your hands free to wrap them near desperately around his neck, eliminating the slither of distance left between you.

You gasp in shock into the kiss as his hands move to lift you into his arms, his hands strong against your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, hardly noticing his movement as you lose yourself in kissing him, biting down sensually on his lower lip and tugging. You notice his sly grin before the wall greets your back with a loud thud. Pulling back, you left your head rest against the wall, catching your breath and enjoying the sight before you.

“Legs down.”

You obey, letting your legs loosen and drift to the floor. As soon as your feet touch the ground, he slams his mouth against yours, your head hitting the wall with its ferocity, your eyes flying open. The tip of his tongue exploring your mouth has them fluttering shut, a muffled moan escaping you as you tighten your hold on Leonardo’s collar. He lets his kisses trail down your neck, giving extra love to your exposed collarbone with his tongue. You barely notice his hand moving from its hold on your leg, realisation dawning when it sweeps under your nightgown and up towards your inner thigh. You tense in anticipation, but all you get is a chaste finger drawing lazy circles on the skin of your inner thigh.

“Leonardo, please--”

He pauses his showering of love over your collarbone, you feeling his lips twitch into a smile.

“You want it, ___? All you have to do is tell me.”

“Just...touch me. Please, god, just--mm!”

Your begging halts with the quick swipe over your clit. His long exhale over your kissed skin elevates the lingering pleasure zipping through you.

“Again.”

The promise of his fingers trace the outline of your sex and you hold back the desire to buck your hips towards him.

“T-touch me. Plea--” He traces a finger down your entrance, “Mmn, and….finger me. Ma- make me--ah!” He inserts a single finger, pumping languidly, “Please, Leonardo--! Give me more!”

He attaches his lips to your collarbone and sucks hard, the deliriously hazy pain overpowered by his abrupt addition of a second finger into your heat, his fingers scissoring your core to let a wanton moan escape from you. He pumps his fingers relentlessly inside you, your walls clenching against your control as you pant and whimper, your hands grasping shakily at the collar of his shirt. Without warning, his lips detach from your collarbone and he drops to his knees, one hand stroking down your leg while the other twists his fingers still inside you.

“Hold your skirt out of the way, and let me hear what you want me to do to you.”

You race to grasp at and pull your skirt up, your bare sex still sheathing Leonardo’s fingers in their warmth. Painting softly, you look down at him, his gaze intensely pointed at your sex but otherwise remains unmoving.

“___.”

"Mm--”

Just your name spoken in his gravely, lust-kissed voice has you trembling. His hand strokes your bare thigh, prompting you.

“...Lick it.”

His tongue licks a single time over your clit, its purposefully slow journey drawing a sigh from your lips.

“M-more..”

“More, what?”

“Mm, lick it again, but...more. And--harder.”

His breath fans out over your sensitive clit, but no stimulation comes. Not before he speaks,

“Keep telling what you want, ___. Let me hear you revelling in the pleasure I bring you.”

His lips enclose over you, tongue licking softly, almost playfully. You groan, tightening your hold on your skirts, desperate to keep looking down at Leonardo until pleasure wills you away.

“R-right there, yes--mmmmn. U-use….use your fingers.”

He pumps them, twisting slightly with each thrust while his tongue continues to swirl over the small bundle of nerves unravelling your composure.

“Ah! Oh, yes, Leonardo! Mmn, don’t stop!”

He groans softly against you, the vibrations of the sound reverberating gloriously against your clit, sending a fresh wave of pleasure tingling through you. His fingers pump faster and his licks evolve into sucks, your legs threatening to give out completely.

“Just like that,” He speaks just an octave above a whisper, the sound drowned out by your brazen moans, “Scream for me, ___.”

He ceases his pumping to curl his fingers up, hooking that spot that leaves your legs trembling on the verge of collapse. His harsh, voracious sucks coupled with the resulting deliciously lewd sounds tip you over the edge. Your knees buckle as you climax, Leonardo’s hand on your hip slowing your descent as you sink to your knees, your breathy moans and heady whimpers filling the air as you come down from your high.

The taste of your essence on your tongue as Leonardo kisses you gives you the strength to force your eyes open. His amber eyes burning like the sun itself meet yours, a contented yet heated smile blessing his rugged face.

“You seem a little weak there. Is it arrogant of me to think I caused this of you?”

You let out a breathless laugh into the air and the two of you share a grin, “Not at all. That...that was amazing.”

“Hmm, you’re speaking like I had plans to stop there.”

A roguish grin splits your lips, “Oh, I wasn’t going to let you stop. Give me ten minutes and I’ll return the favour.”

Leonardo smiles a charming smile, the gentlemanly demeanour shifting suddenly into a teasing grin. You gasp in shock, his fingers pumping you from their place still inside you, the sensitivity of your clit peaking as his thumb brushes over it.

“You’re returning the favour now.”

His lips catch yours in a breathless kiss, both of you uncaring for your need of oxygen, too busy indulging yourself in each other’s lips to care. Each gasp and whimper Leonardo draws from you as he pumps at different speeds and presses against your overstimulated clit leave him grinning into the kiss, drawing every drop of pleasure he possibly can from you to leave him gratified and proud of what he does to you.

[1800areyouslapping]

Make sure to read the tags, plz. 

Love and caring for you is an elbow in the gut. A firm, harsh hand on the back of your neck, setting you up right after you’ve doubled over. It’s a sharp whistle-command that sends an electric shot of obedience through your chest every, single, time. Your ear prickling up at the sound, like the trained mutt that you are. Caring feels like a smack on the back of the head so hard, your head spins, vision wavers, and your ears flood with the fast lub-dubs of your own heartbeat. Caring is the heavy blanket; the unwavering, watchful eye of your Commander; your Lord and Savior Gabriel Reyes.

Passion feels like his hand grazing up and down your spine as you ride your brother. The blade at the nape of your neck. His breath in your ear, telling each of his dogs how good they are. All per his direct order. It feels like the grip of your brother’s hands on your hips. The look in Jesse’s eyes that says “I wouldn’t wanna be here with anyone else,” as you're both down on hands and knees, cleaning Reyes’ boots with your tounges.

You used to think your brother was the ugliest mother fucker alive. But now, time and time again, you watch him in the most demeaning situations, thinking you’ve never seen someone look more desirable. Jesse used to be of the same mind.

“Y’all know your twins right?” An echo of a voice from a long, long time ago.

Jesse, back when he was real young and ornery, “That don’t mean she don’t look like a rat’s ass, carryin’ a rat’s nest around on her head.”

Even then, before Gabriel's influence, a swift punch to the gut meant, ‘I love you.’ You buried your fist into Jesse’s side with a little grin on your face, and a quip. “At least I don’t carry a dirty mop around on my face. Wash the floor with that thing you call a beard and it’d get dirtier.”

The commander had worked your perspective of each other, and of him, like a sculpture. If you didn’t know any better you could swear he literally molded you both into more desirable versions of yourselves. Changed every last thing about you and your brother. Removed the shared blood from your veins… surely that must be the only way…

But that’s not true. Reyes never once let either of you forget who you are to each other. And you’ve still got the same rat’s nest atop your head. A mass of hair that your brother can’t get enough of smelling. Of burying his face into. Loves entangling his fingers into your locks whenever you’re taking his cock into your mouth; per Reyes’ order. Often you don’t care about how good it is for your brother. Rather, your gaze flits to Papi who sits back and watches as he always does. Wondering if your technic is pleasing him.  

“That’s one of your best looks, nena.” Words that never fail to bait back the momentary waves of nausea that come around every so often. The cruel nagging sensations that stand to remind you just who’s dick your lips are wrapped around.

Never in your life have you wanted to be a ‘good girl’. You never could give a shit about it. Deadlock would have been sure death for a ‘good girl’. But when it comes from a man, who to you, seems closer to God than mortal the sound of it always tugs at your strings. Works your limbs, emotions, and actions like a living puppet.

You and Jesse were born together. Lost your parents together. Got into Deadlock together. Have gotten into endless amounts of shit together. Got arrested, and eventually taken in by Commander Gabriel Reyes, together. As far as you’re concerned the Commander saved your lives; even if at the time you couldn’t have been more ungrateful for the life intervention.

They had made the mistake of separating you from your brother, and for days. Keeping you in separate holding rooms. Where the both of you had become hostel vipers. Snapping and spitting at any agent who tried to come and question you. “Where the fuck is my sister/brother?!”

That was until, Commander Gabriel Reyes. He had walked into your holding cell. Carrying all the weight of a man with command and power. An imposing angel, wearing all black, and a beanie. Had demanded, “You better not fuckin’ bite me.” Before unlocking your cuffs, and showing you the open doorway.

That was the first time he ever touched you. Curled his fingers around your arm. Yanked you out of the chair and escorted you right to your brother. Who still had blood on his lip and brow from the days past. All crusted and dark. Purple and yellow bruises framing the corner of his mouth and the swell of his brow bone.

Immediately you started using the hem of your shirt and your own spit to try and clean him up. Albeit roughly you had good intentions. If Jesse hadn’t been so happy to see you he would have swatted you away and said, “Quit it, ya fuckin’ Mother Hen.”

Instead, he was happy to have your harsh, unsanitary cleanup. Leaned into the only person who could ever make him feel like he’s right at home anywhere. Even in a small windowless holding cell, with his wrists locked painfully tight to the desk.

Reyes hit the table, gave both you and Jesse a sudden start. “Knock it off!“ He held up his hand up with an open palm. “A couple of fuckin’ animals. I’ll get you a washcloth. Five minutes. Behave, while I’m gone.”

Reyes would never have to give such blatant commands now. A shrill whistle would do the trick. He had left you and Jesse to talk shit. To try to work up a plan to escape as soon as possible; also something that would never happen now. After all, what escape is there for two outlaws housed in the only sanctuary that would take you. With the only holy minister who would ever demand it, sanctuary.

Then the Commander had come back with bottles of water, a rag, and food; real food. It had been so very long since the last time you and your brother had had a full plate of anything. And the last time you were handed a full plate of food for nothing, you were six years old, and it had come from the hands of your mother. From the moment your parents died, full plates had to be earned and were not simply given. Though that doesn't change. Everything you receive is earned these days.

The both of you had stared at the plates for so long that Reyes felt the need to question, “You two ingrates ever seen food before?”

Jesse scowled at him, anger boiled in his chest. He’d learned not to trust a single person, not to take any act of kindness at face value. Smart, wise; for a big gullible idiot.

“What do you want?”

“For the two of you to cooperate,” Reyes stated as he leaned forward and freed Jesse’s wrists, “and eat.”

While the plates of food had been kind, the questioning was not. And somehow that had made the food easier to swallow. Knowing that while the food that you were putting into your mouths was real, that the Commander wasn’t necessarily doing you any favors; he wasn’t being… false. He didn’t sit at the other end of the desk with a concocted smile or sugared words.

Reyes made sure it was crystal clear that he held your fates in his hands. Knew every little thing there was to know about your pasts. Right down to, and including, the dates and times you were both born. “So that technically makes you the younger one,” Reyes said, referring to you.

“Yeah, I know.” Only the slightest tinge of attitude, as you nudged Jesse. “He don’t ever let me forget it… Sir.” More than a tinge of attitude in the last word.

Strike Commander Morrison had thought it would be impossible to tame two pissed off snakes, but Reyes had done it. With calm words of authority and a long discussion of what would be expected from the two of you; you were eventually signed up for Blackwatch.

Even against all of the protest, Morrison had had against it. Something you had inadvertently learned about later on down the line. You both had been a baby hair away from being thrown in jail for the rest of your lives. Never to see each other again. You owe the commander, everything.

A year later and you can hardly remember a time when you dared to be so defiant, really defiant. Now defiance comes from a sick place of want. From a place that warms your insides, and makes your mouth salivate. When you crave your Papi’s harsh affections, like a bitch in heat.

Standing in the middle of Reyes' private training room, you’ve got to piss like a racehorse. He's been making you and your brother hold it all damn day long. For no other reason than he said so, and that's good enough. So you better listen and stop asking when.

You’ve been told to warm up using each other, while Reyes standing back and watches the two of your wrestle and roll around on the mat. Thinking to himself that the two of you never fail to be annoyingly gentle with each other, a quirk he hasn’t quite been able to bleed out of your systems yet.  

All of a sudden Jesse throws a sloppy elbow and it collides with your nose. Putting an abrupt stop to your timid quarrel. Reyes sighs, dissatisfied. That would have been better if Jesse had landed it with purpose, and not on complete accident. And if the abrupt halt wasn't coming from the kid's the need to apologize to his sister.

You’re not having any of his pokes, prods, or apologies. Shoving him away with two firm open palms on his chest. Then you wipe your nose and show your clean hand to him. “Ain’t even made me bleed,” you say with an air of confidence and cockiness. Reyes will have to amend that.

Reyes pushes up off the wall. His advancing putting a stop to each of your movements. The both of you standing still as trees with deep reaching roots in the ground.

As he takes his rightful place between the two of you Reyes cracks on elbow against your face. With every bit of the intention and purpose he wants to see from Jesse, and even more.

Flying back you hit the floor like a bag of bricks. Cover your face with your hands and slam your foot down against the floor several times. Working through the pain, sucking in sharp breaths of air.

“Now you are.” He squats down next to your writhing form. Says a-matter-of-factly, “That’s what a mutt gets for being cocky.”

Reyes waits ‘til you look him in the eye. When you do he whistles, and nods towards the wall. Git. Acknowledges your seat down on the floor, leaning against the wall with a nod of approval. Sit, stay, good dog.

Even for all of the spitfire that your brother has he’s never a match for Gabriel. Never will be. Reyes doesn’t train like most. Doesn’t wait. Isn’t patient. He comes at you fast, and he comes at you relentlessly hard. Giving brief suggestions, but generally expecting you to figure it out.

“Use your fuckin’ brain. Common sense says if I’m throwing a punch at your face then you should be putting up your arms to block.” When the punch lands across Jesse’s jaw and he stumbles to the floor Gabriel states, “Or you get hit. Simple.”

Jesse tries to get up, but the flat of Reyes’ boot swiftly meeting his hip knocks him over onto his back. Jesse’s teeth bare, a little whimper as he tries again to get back up. But again, Reyes does not allow it. Jesse simply isn’t moving fast enough to gain any leeway. His brain too clouded by the immense pressure in his belly. Getting tossed around on the mat certainly ain’t helping one bit.

Reyes drops his knee onto Jesse’s gut. Cruelly leans into it, making Jesse whimper pathetically loud. “Aw– for fuck’s sake, Dad.”

Gabriel reaches out and snatches up Jess’s jaw. “Do something about it, Kid.”

Jesse tries and tries. Reyes slamming him down like a rag doll. Landing punches and elbows into his belly. When Reyes finally gets what he’s working after, it’s not from any of the hits that he thought would warrant it. Rather a thick arm wrapped around the boy’s neck so tight that darkness looms in his vision and he loses control of his bladder.

Gabriel lets him drop to the ground with a thud. Choking on a breath, sputtering through tears. Actual tears, the kid is crying. The light grey fabric of McCree’s sweats, growing darker and wetter with every shake of his shoulders. The boy not finding the where-with-all to stop the stream of piss.

Gabe’s dick twitches at the sight. Swells, taking over the forefront of his brain. Growing thicker and longer at the live picture of his boy bent over, with a wet face and a wet crotch. Humiliated, sobbing like a baby. That’s the ticket.

Reyes presses the toe of his boot into Jesse’s crotch. Presses ‘til the boy whines and tries wriggling away. “Filthy mutt.”

Gabriel is taken aback for a moment. Is nearly startled when suddenly you are at your brother’s side. Leaving your place without being told to come? Bad girl.

Petting your brother’s sweat laced hair you try and comfort him. Tug on his arm, encouraging him to try and sit back up. “Come on Jesse it ain’t that big’a deal, stop cryin’.”

Before you have the chance to get him back up on his knees. Reyes plants a foot on his ass and shoves him forward. “You’re done, Kid. Get off the mat.” Jesse never does get back on his feet. Instead crawls to the wall and sulks there.

Then he looks to you. You now have his undivided attention. His girl who has already earned punishment from a trivial act of defiance, but defiance none the less. But first, he’s still set out to bring you to the breaking point. Just like he did your brother. The more reasons for punishment, the better.

“Up,” Reyes says to you. Still sporting smudged blood underneath your nose. Neither of you ever seem to learn that he won’t be giving any heads up. You’re never ready, never on your toes. Reyes feigns as if he’s walking towards the middle of the mat. Only to whip around and knock an elbow into your face again. Sweeps your legs out from under you with his foot.  

Gabe yanks you back up onto your feet. Ready to knock you right back down. Already you seem to be far more determined than your brother today. Able to conjure up more mental willpower. Successfully able to block out the grand distraction in your bladder. All of the warmth barely able to slosh around with how bursting you are. Reyes made sure to keep each of his kids sufficiently hydrated today.

You’re too small and don’t have enough momentum to take him to the ground. So you leap up, locking your legs around his waist. Manage to drive an elbow down between his neck and shoulder. Barely a dull throb for him. You’re like a child trying to punch their parent’s leg during a temper tantrum.

That gives Reyes a good chuckle. Grabs you by your waist and body slams you down onto the ground. Knocking the wind from your lungs. Gabe rears back to get a good look at you as you struggle. Bright red blood pouring out of your nose. Running down over your lips. Staining your bared teeth. You’re pissed, that’s clear. Good.

He tries to throw a punch at your jaw. It’s exposed, so you deserve it. Your arms flying up to take the brunt. His fist colliding with the bone in your forearm. You scream, clutching your arm to your chest. Wriggling and writhing underneath him trying to get away. Doing nothing but making his dick harder.

Reyes does the same routine with you that he did with Jesse. Except if you’re going to act tough, like you can do a damn thing, then he’s going to be especially harsh on you. Tossing you around, choking you out. Landing punches and pinning you down with his knee. Round about now was the time Jesse had broken down, but you’re being so fucking stubborn today.

He knocks you down again. Before you’re able to get back up off the floor, Gabe kicks you in the gut. Nothing. He rears his leg back and does it again, and again. Each kick warranting a loud wail of pain.

Until finally you piss yourself. Not even aware that it’s happening. Too focused on the throbbing in your belly to notice the wetness flowing from your body. That’s a shame because you don’t seem to give a shit about it like Jesse did. How unsatisfying. All that work for nothing.

Gabe waits for a moment. Bides his time. Watches your legs shake, and the tears roll down your temples. Waiting to see if Jesse is going to assume that he can come and comfort his sibling like you did. Whether he does or does not, will determine how the next series of events will go down. His girl will give him satisfaction. And all that blood is giving him ideas and mental pictures.

Whether him getting it will be especially rough for just you, or the both of you; is up to the kid still sniffling against the wall and Jesse isn’t even aware of it. Though neither of you has learned to be aware of when Gabe is actually giving you a choice. When he’s testing you.  

Jesse doesn’t budge. Reyes throws his head back and sighs. Pleased and yet not. Looks back first at the mutt in the same exact spot. Not moving a muscle. No matter how spring loaded his body looks.

Reyes takes a gander at all of the glisten. The wet stains soaking and drying on the mat. Shaking his head back and forth, he sniffs the air. Turns up his lip and nose. “I know I trained you better than this.”

For the first time during this whole “training session” you look at him with true hurt in your eyes. After all of the harsh hits. Even after the humiliation, he inflicted on your brother. All it takes it takes is a little verbal disapproval to get your gears working to figure out what you have to do to earn it back.

Gabriel dips down, cups your face. Runs his thumb along the space between your nose and your upper lip, collecting fresh blood. Circles it back around to press it between your lips. Making you suckle on your own copper. Like a puppy at their mother’s teat, you whimper.

Reyes whistles, come. McCree launches himself up off the floor. Takes his place next to Gabriel, awaiting orders. Gabe straightens up. Places a strong hand on the back of Jesse’s neck. Grins at how flustered his boy becomes. Now that never fails to be satisfying. Seeing his influence change every nuance of the kid’s face. Instantly half-lidded, mouth agape with heavy breath.

Gabe roughly undoes the kid’s pants. Spits into his palm and starts stroking his dick. Watching him as his bloodstained teeth are bared. Sure, Jesse didn’t come out looking quite as battered as you do right now, but he didn’t come away unscathed. Bruises coming to fruition around each of his eyes. Neck still ruddy and swollen. Later Reyes will be inspecting the ones that show up elsewhere. Really take time to admire all his hard work. For now…

“Look at your sister,” Reyes demands. Jesse does, tearing his attention away from Gabriel’s face. Length hard, full of blood, and heat in his palm. He keeps stroking him while working his magic. “She looks really good like this. All of that blood on her face,” then he looks to you, “Red’s a good color on you.”

As expected, Jesse agrees. “It is.”

“Get behind her, Boy. Down on the floor.”

McCree seemingly already knows what Reyes wants. Slides right into autopilot. Gets behind you and helps you get up on your knees. Looks to Reyes to make sure he’s doing what he wants as his hand's fumble around with the strings of your sweatpants. Tugs them down just enough. Slides his knees onto either side of your own, then sits back.

You, who is having an off day, has yet to slide into autopilot yet. Need to be told, “Sit.”

Placing your hands on Jesse’s knees for leverage you lower yourself down onto your brother’s erect length. Keep going ’til you feel the cold metal of his belt and zipper against your cheeks. Fully-seated, stuffed up with your kin. Awaiting the instructions of the only man who’s ever come close to being a father to you and your brother.

The commander palming the bulge in his pants as he slowly undoes his own belt. A belt that makes your eye twitch, and your stomach lurch. A belt that you know intimately. Just the sight of it as it’s slinked out of the belt loops, the long-familiar hiss of it, get’s your adrenaline pumping.

Gabriel side eyes Jesse has he loops it around your neck. “Fuck her, Kid.”

Jesse’s head falls between your shoulder blades, another familiar feeling. His hands hooking in between your thighs. Grips as he starts to buck up into you. Reyes puts the end of his belt through the buckle. Gives it one good tug. Allowing the buckle enough momentum to slide down the length of the leather, ’til the metal meets the base of your neck. Wraps the belt around his fist several times, ’til it’s just beginning to dig into your larynx.    

Gabe widens his stance. Both lowering himself and planting his feet just on either side of Jesse’s knees. With a few flicks of his free wrist, his cock is in your face and you know just what you need to do. Your jaw hurts, your nose is throbbing. But you open up, allowing for Reyes to jam his length into your mouth. Relentlessly leaning in. Uncaring about the violent gag that makes your whole body heave.

Reyes fucks your mouth. His length sliding in and out of your blood-stained face, looking far better than the mental picture he had earlier. He glows with pride, knowing that no matter the fantasy he can use either of his twins to help him fulfill it. Two of his own personal puppets. With a little finesse, he can get either of you to do whatever he wants.

The belt becomes tighter and tighter around your neck with every single thrust. Saliva seeping out of the corners of your mouth. Your brother huffing and puffing against your back. His strokes barely pulling back, before they are slamming back into you. New tears streaming down your face every time Gabe’s pelvis meets your abused nose.

Jesse’s cock expands inside of you. The snaps of his hips stilling as his grip on the inside of your thighs tightens. “Ah, damn, Moonshine— oh, shit— can I cum, Dad?”

“No. This isn’t for your benefit.”

Jesse lets out a long pained groan. Stopping completely to focus on bringing himself back from the brink.

Reyes wraps the leather around his fist again. Between his cock, and the metal you can’t breathe anymore. A few moments later, just as your about to pass out. Hot, choking ropes of seed spurt down your throat.

The leather lets up, and so does your Papi. Pulling his cock out of your mouth before he’s done cumming. You’re too focused on breathing and swallowing. Too focused to notice or care about the spurts of seed that hit your cheek. Roll down, collecting dried up blood. Dripping down onto the already soiled up mat.

“Jesse, your sister’s face is filthy. Clean it.”

Jesse huffs, still struggling to keep pumping into you without busting. “Okay, okay.”

Leaning back to make it easier on him, you turn your head to the side. Jesse feverishly licks the cum, blood, and saliva from your face. Lapping it all up with short and quick drags of his tongue. Laps turning into kisses as he cleans off your lips.

His nose brushes against your own causing you to wince. He pecs your lips one more time whispering, “Sorry, Sugar, sorry… sorry.”  

It was only supposed to be one more pec. But it turns into another one. “S’okay Jesse.” And another one, and another one. Until you both become a little lost in kissing and fucking. Forgetting for a moment who exactly you’re fucking for. That is, until a shrill whistle breaks through your sweet little moment, stop, and you both come to an abrupt halt.

The both of you look up at Gabriel, ears prickled. Waiting to hear some praise. He gives it to you. Each getting an individual “good girl” and “good boy.” You both might as well be sitting on hands and knees with your tongues lolling out of your mouths. What’s next Master? What trick do you want us to perform next?

By now you have an inkling of what comes next. You’ll be expected to clean up your messes. Then he’ll take time tending to your injuries. And you’ll cherish every gentle press of the ice. All the time he’ll spend cleaning you and your brother up. Heeding every hint he gives that says, when people ask, and they will, you and your brother did this to eachother. Tsk, tsk; the quarrels of siblings. What is he going to do with the two of you? 

[demondeanismybaby]

50 Shades of Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 3163

Warnings: Slight dom/sub, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of 50 shades of Gray, use of restraints, spanking, mostly just fluff and slightly kinky sex. 

Summary: You and the boys decided to watch a movie after Sam gets embarrassed and goes to bed, you and Dean decide to do a little role playing of your own. Not even you realized just how brave you could be. 

A/N: This was done for an anon who requested, Hello. I was wondering you could write one where you and the boys are finally staying in one night so you decide to watch a movie and the girl picks 50 shades and Sam ends up going to bed and Dean and reader somehow end up acting out what they are watching. Not sure if I explained well. Thank you!!! ❤️ I hope it was what you were looking for. I am even thinking about possibly doing a part two if people want to read one just let me know. This was super fun to write, I hope it is fun to read. Italics are scenes from the movie, specifically. 

Flopping between your two favorite guys you let your body squash between them. Carefully tucking in your elbows to your side to make sure you didn’t hit anyone in the guts. It was not only a much-needed break from the cases you had been dealing with, Lucifer’s baby mama drama was still causing problems not to mention the British douche bags were now also trying to murder you and everyone you knew. It was also movie night, and it was your turn to pick the film. A well-deserved distraction and you already had a title in mind.  

You didn’t get to watch movies and relax very often, so even knowing the boys might be slightly uncomfortable, you choose the one movie you had been dying to see. The movie was supposed to be a romance and you only vaguely knew that it was about somewhat kinky sex, you didn’t even care if you blushed for two hours straight. It was what you were watching. You clicked a few buttons and up it popped on the screen. 

“Ugh, no, you aren’t going to make us watch,” Sam let out a sigh, “this.” 

You beamed at him, but glanced back at the screen, you didn’t want to miss it, “shhh, Sammy, my turn to choose, remember?” 

Dean stayed stoically silent, you figured he was just pouting but you didn’t really care much, at least he wasn’t being a distraction. 

As the movie got going you noticed one thing right away, the girl kind of reminded you of yourself, not in every way but there was a certain shyness about her that made you think of how you always acted around Dean. You knew you liked him, you thought you had liked him since the first time he winked at you playfully out on a hunt, his way of making chick hunters comfortable was flirting but you had been drawn to him instantly. However, even now, sitting between the two men you hunted beside and lived with your body was pushed up next to Sam, you could feel the warmth that was seeping out of him pressing into you but Dean was a full two inches away nothing but space between you. 

“Screw the paperwork,” the sharply dressed man, pressed the girl against the back of the elevator, their lips locked together and mouths moving in unison. 

You felt a shiver breaking out against the back of your hand traveling up your arm and settling in your chest as Dean’s pinky brushed lightly against your skin. You figured it was just him trying to subtlely adjust his position beside you but you felt some sort of spark at his touch. 

The camera pans over a red room, the walls are plush velvet and deep crimson, and as the shot lands on an assortment of collars and cuffs, the girl with the soft brown hair whispers, “Oh my God.” 

You avert your own eyes from wanting to take in what Dean’s reaction to seeing the room on the screen is, instead, you turn towards his younger brother. His face is the same shade of crimson as the room on the movie you're watching. He coughs and starts to bury his face in his palms. 

“Alrgh,” he talks into his hands and you can’t make out what he was trying to say. 

You pause the movie, at this point you knew you would kick yourself later for missing any of the good stuff, and you pry his hands away. You notice the way he looks anywhere in the room except for directly into your eyes and he pulls against your hands trying to cover his face again. You forgot just how bad Sam’s luck had been in the past with the ladies. 

“I said,” Sam took a deep breath and continued, “alright, this is enough of movie night for me.” 

You couldn’t help but start to cackle and Dean quickly joined in when he realized just how embarrassed his baby brother was getting. He apparently didn’t love the laughter and stormed out of the room muttering about the two of you under his breath. You knew he would feel better tomorrow when he would wake up and see you casting sidelong glances at his older brother and knew you were so shy you couldn’t even work up the nerve to tell him that you liked him. Sam had known you were crushing on his older brother since the very beginning of when you had met. 

Soon, both you and Dean were absorbed in the movie again, and if the two of you were sitting closer than before it was so slight it was hardly noticeable. But, when you have a crush on someone something that like seems much more intense than it probably is in reality. 

You could feel heat start to creep into your own face as you watched the pair have sex for the first time, it wasn’t that you weren’t used to watching stuff like this, you were pretty familiar with things that were even raunchier but watching it with a man who you wanted badly to do the same types of things with that was causing a tingle through your lower half. Thinking about what it would be like to have his lips on your body like the man was doing right now to the girl moaning on the television screen.

“Why ‘cause I’ll be your sex slave.” Anna had a slight frown as she spit the words out in a mixture of want and confusion at the situation. 

A sort of gasping sputter was coming from beside you, apparently, Dean had managed to take a drink of beer at the exact wrong moment because the quippy line had him choking on the deep pull of foamy bubbles he was drinking down. You clapped him hard on the back and took only a fraction of a second to notice the well-carved muscles along the ridges of his shoulder blades. 

“You ok there Deano?” You were only using a nickname he hated to try and take attention off the fact that you were dying to jump on him right then, and wishing he would bite on your lower lip like Christian had done earlier in the film. 

“uh,” he coughed a little more before adding, “yeah no I’m totally fine.” He looked a little red from his coughing fit, or maybe something else had gotten to him. 

This time you didn’t pause the movie, the words were mixing over what you were saying to Dean, and for that slight distraction you were sort of grateful because you weren’t sure where you had gotten the courage from only that you needed to say it before you clammed up again, “what have you never tried anything like this, I mean the infamous Dean Winchester has never tied a girl up before?” 

His green eyes went wide and they seemed to be a touch darker than normal, like the shadowy edge of a forest as he searched your face, gauging how serious you were being or if it was more playful banter between the pair of you.

“I haven’t ever,” his looked shifted to concentration, like he was choosing his words extra carefully, “found the right type of person to experiment like that.” 

“Me either, honestly,” you sighed dramatically, “most guys are too freaked out when I tell them I am interested in that sort of thing.” 

You gasped, you couldn’t have stopped the sharp intake of breath even if you had wanted to because Dean slowly started to trace his fingers along the inside curve of your wrist. You started to feel that the two of you were headed towards something but even you weren’t sure exactly what. Trying your best to not look too eager, you inhaled slowly and waited for what he was about to say next. 

“How about we try that,” he was pointing to the screen where Anna was stretched out on her bed, arms tied to the headboard above her, naked and blindfolded. 

You thought that sounded amazing. 

Still, you shyness was making it difficult, this is a once in a lifetime chance, even if he only wants to have to one night with you, it’s Dean, you told yourself and that was all it took. 

“Ok.” 

He was quick, you knew he couldn’t have planned this but he whipped off his belt, unhooking it from the loops of his jeans. He decided in the moment to kick off his pants and pull off his shirt standing there in only his boxers. The belt swung in his clenched fist.

You took in the hard lines of his body, he was thick and strong but not overly so, he wasn’t a body builder by any means. Still, you thought the slight pudginess around his middle from a few too many late night beers was sort of sexy in its own way. There was a slight trail of hair around his navel that traveled below the edge of his boxers and you could see that just him thinking about his next move was starting to get him hard, the bulge in the material revealed that he was also working with a lot of equipment. You started to shake slightly, the anticipation was building.

“Give me your wrists.” Dean was saying this, the very real blond haired, bow-legged man, right in front of you was talking to you like a man would talk to his submissive, you felt a shiver of desire run through you. 

He was standing at the edge of the couch, you scooted over to the middle and sat right on the edge of the cushion, it gave him enough room that he could straddle his legs over each of your knees. Holding your fits together you held out your hands, it was simply because like the girl in the movie, you trusted this man completely, you knew he would never hurt you. 

Looping the leather around you wrists, Dean paused after checking the tightness, “is that too tight?” 

You wiggled your hands, it was the perfect amount of restraint, you couldn’t pull yourself free but you could still feel the blood coursing through your fingers. You nodded feeling too breathless to actually respond with words.

He ran a hand over your shirt, you realized you weren’t wearing a bra and at his light touch you felt your nipples perk up under the thin material, his smile grew wolfish and he continued to trace his finger along your clothed body. Kneeling in front of you Dean’s look became more hungry, you spread your knees apart to give him access to your lower half, only wanting to be helpful for the man in between your legs. When he reached the waistband of the yoga pants you were wearing, he hooked his fingers in them and in one swift motion removed your bottoms along with your panties. You were feeling truly exposed. 

Standing, he pushed against your chest tilting you back, then positioned an arm behind you to guide you so you were laying down. Your heart throbbed painfully as he walked out of the room, you were stunned that he would tie you up and then just walk away, maybe it was some sort of prank, your stomach was clenching. However, in a matter of minutes, he was back, his hands were holding something but he was purposefully blocking it from your view behind him. He set it on the small side table that was just out of your line of sight and you thought you heard the faint clinking of glassware. 

He still had a hand behind him as he came to stand behind your head, you were glad he came back, and your momentary worry was washed away, you allowed yourself to let the breath you had been holding out. 

“Are you ready?” 

This time you found the words, “Yes, sir.” 

In his fist he was clutching the tie from his F.B.I uniform, you knew the blue and black scrap of material well, but soon the imitation silk was blocking out the room and Dean, leaving only blackness as he covered your eyes. You could smell the scent of his cologne that lingered on the tie, spicy and musky, something that only Dean could choose. Your heart was beating faster, as you waited for what was going to come next, completely at the mercy of whatever he decided he wanted to do to you. 

You heard his voice, deep and husky with lust coming from somewhere above you, “if you need me to stop at any time just say Lemon, ok?” 

“Yes, sir,” you responded instantly, you were glad he was considerate enough to make sure you were going to stay within your boundaries, he really was a good man. 

A tug against the hem of your t-shirt had you instinctively raising your bound wrists above your head. Helping to make it easier as Dean pulled it up over your head, leaving it twisted around your forearms, exposing your tits to him. A pause and nothing was happening, you only felt the chilly air of the bunker against your bare skin. Then, a breath later, your stomach twitched slightly as you felt the soft slightly slick feel of lips against your skin. 

A cold trail was being traced over your chest, as he licked a stripe upwards, moving his way towards your left nipple. Your back arched as he started to suck, tongue massaging the delicate bit of you. His fingers were gripping hard against the skin of your inner thigh and you were craving more of his touch against the part of you that was growing wetter with every second that passed. 

Then, another pause, with a pop his mouth left your nipple which was hard at the recent attention, and his hands vanished from your body. Again, you heard clinking, it was a familiar sound, like when Dean would come home after a long hunt and poured himself a scotch to drink in the library, it was the sound of ice in a shallow glass. 

You muscles clenched as you waited for what was going to come next, and you were hoping that whatever happened it would be soon, the long pauses between action was driving you mad with lust and if he didn’t touch your sweet spot soon you felt like you might explode. 

A chill ran through you, your knees flew together as you clenched your core, the sudden freezing sensation tingled over your skin only it was dulled from being painful by the slight warmth that followed it. Ice cube, your mind said. He was holding it in his mouth and running it along your neck, down over your collarbone and then over your recently ignored right nipple, you moaned loudly you couldn’t help it the pressure and the mixture of temperatures were sending you over the edge. He moved even lower, dropping the square bit of coldness right down underneath your navel. 

“Are you ready for what comes next?” 

“Yes.” You replied half-crazy with lust. 

Suddenly you were being flipped over, your face was buried in the cushion of the couch, and you felt a sharp sting against the right cheek of your ass as a hand landed a hard blow against you. 

“Yes, what?” 

You immediately knew your mistake. 

“Yes, sir,” you corrected. 

“I think I am going to have to punish you for that little slip-up, how many do you think you deserve?” 

“How many of what, sir?” You had a suspicion you knew what he meant but you wanted to be sure before you threw out a random number. 

“Of these,” another hard blow was landed to the same spot on your ass, but after the sting, you felt him run his hand soothingly over the area that was slightly burning. 

“Five, sir,” you said doubting you could handle more than that, Dean was unsurprisingly strong and you knew that he was holding back quite a bit with you right now. 

“Count them.” 

And you did. One by one you counted out each slap he landed, to the various bits of your ass, until you were certain that it must be cherry red and you were dripping wet between your legs. You were loving every second of the attention. 

A finger dipped along the edge of your folds, testing your readiness, but not yet putting itself inside of you. 

“I think you were a good girl, let's give you a reward,” Dean said as his hands positioned your body onto all fours. 

There was no pause this time as he thrust into you. His hips snapped against you hard and fast, the movement was accompanied by the sound of soft music and sighs coming from the movie that was playing in the background but it barely covered the slapping of your bodies against one another. Your breath was coming in heavy pants, and you could feel yourself tightening around his cock as it pushed deeper inside of you. His fingers found your clit, his arm wrapping itself around your legs to rub his thumb over the nub in little circles. Your fingers clenched around the leather that bound them together. 

His movements became faster and sloppier as you continued to clench around him, and before you knew it he was pumping inside of you filling you with his cum with a deep groan. At the same time, you were tipping over the edge of your own desire, filled with the knowledge that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. 

Pulling out of you, you sighed missing the feel of him already, but he undid the tie from around your eyes. You blinked hard at the intrusion of light back into your world and for a split second everything, including him, was nothing more than a swirl of blurry blobs. Adjusting to the lighting of the bunker slowly things started to come back into focus. Dean was sweaty from your little session of rough fucking and you knew you were too. He swept the hair out of your eyes and collapsed half-beside half on top of you. Stretching his arms out he freed your hands and you rubbed your now unrestrained wrists lightly, before wrapping your arms around him. 

The couch really wasn’t big enough for the two of you and you knew he was lying awkwardly to avoid crushing you underneath his weight. 

“Was that alright?” You were feeling back to your shy and unsure self and couldn’t stop yourself from asking him what he was thinking about what you had just done. 

He kissed your forehead, lips pressing hard into your skin, before murmuring, “it was amazing.” 

You smiled, it had been amazing, and you thought to yourself that you were going to have to finish this movie another time, maybe then you could act out another scene.