#Mika: see you just need to be firm with him

[shy-urban-hobbit]

"I'm telling you Geralt, my songs are definitely working."

"A few contracts not skimping on payment isn't proof Jaskier. It's coincidence." Geralt replied as he stuffed his newly purchased supplies into Roach's saddlebag. After two years, he didn't need to look to know the bard was probably doing his uncanny impression of a landed trout. His default expression when he thought himself gravely offended.

"Oh hoho. So it's proof you want? Fine, I'll get you proof you old cynic - wait, I'm here calling you old, how old are you? I know Witchers age differently but it's all so contradictory. I remember one text claiming you aged backwards. Backwards!"

Geralt was blessedly distracted from Jaskier's tangent by a small tug on his cloak causing him to look behind him and then down.

A small, tear stained face with huge, liquid brown eyes looked up at him. The hand that wasn't clutching Geralt's cloak fisted in the skirt of a green dress as she shuffled her small, booted feet. Witcher and child stared at one another and even Jaskier had fallen silent.

"Are you the White Wolf?" She asked in a small voice.

Geralt could only nod in response, keeping an eye and both ears out for angry adults about to accuse him of kidnapping.

"I can't find my Papa." She sniffled, voice trembling and eyes welling up.

He felt himself slip into Witcher mode, trying to think what could be snatching people from a crowded town in the middle of the day, "What do you mean you can't find him, has he gone missing or-"

"Sweetheart, do you mean you got separated from your Papa in the market?" Jaskier gently interjected before Geralt could start fully interrogating her. The girl gave a small nod, turning her attention to the bard now kneeling in the dirt next to her.

Geralt felt his face heat up. Right. Just a lost child. That was also a possible (and the most logical) explanation.

"It's ok, we'll help you find him. Won't we Geralt?" Jaskier's tone of voice leaving no room for argument.

It turned out that Jaskier's idea of helping was having the girl perch on Geralt's shoulders and scan the top of the crowd for her father while he stood playing silly little dittys to keep her from crying again. Geralt holding onto her shins lightly and trying to ignore the mess being made on his cloak by muddy feet.

"I see him! Papa! Papa!"

Geralt tightened his grip slightly as her weight shifted with her frantic waving. Waiting until he was clearly making his way over to them before setting her gently back on the ground.

"Mika! Oh thank the God's." He turned his attention to the two men, his eyes widened as he took Geralt in fully.

"You're-"

"Hmmm."

Geralt tried to hide his surprise as the man grasped his hand in a firm if slightly clammy grip. "My thanks Wolf. I swear, if I went home without her my wife would make sure I shared the same fate as that Hag from the song of yours." He said, smiling awkwardly at his own attempt at humour, "Come on Mika, say goodbye. Oh, here."

He reached into his satchel and pulled something out. Geralt could smell warm sugar as he handed it over. "It's not much, but I don't know a single person who doesn't like cake. I could do with cutting down myself." He said, patting his own slight paunch before taking his daughters hand with a final "Thank you." Mika turning back to give a wave which they both returned before the two of them disappeared into the crowd.

"What?" Geralt asked as they left the town. The bard hadn't stopped grinning at him like the cat who'd got the canary.

"Nothing. It just, the timing and everything. Seems Destiny agreed with me for once. The songs are making a difference."

"Hmm." Geralt fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"Oh don't give me that." Jaskier said, swatting Geralt in the side as he unwrapped the package Mika's father had given them, "You saw as well as I did there were plenty of town guards around but she went to you. She wanted you. Oooh, maybe this would be good for a new song. The Gentle Wolf! Yes I- hey! "

"No cake for you until you stop." Geralt stated, popping a piece into his own mouth to hide his smile.

[sugawarassoulmate]

More of shitty boyfriend daishou?????

tbh i didn't think anyone cared about him!! i never get requests for daishou 😅

words: 725

cw: fem!reader, cheating, unprotected sex, minors dni

he's still around, being the world's worst boyfriend. and honestly, reader's probably getting fed up of it at this point. he's never breaking up with mika, no matter what he whispers in your ear when the two of you are together.

you start to pull away a bit. you brush off his advances, laughing them off a simple joke, and you're making sure you're never alone with him for too long. he tries to put the moves on you but you're out the door before he can fully sink his teeth in. he tries to walk you to your dorm one night but you tell him you're meeting a friend instead.

after a while, daishou stops trying and you think he's gotten the hint. you wondered if the two of you could ever become friends once the awkwardness died down but the guilt of seeing mika's sweet face whenever she kissed her boyfriend killed that thought for you.

everything seemed fine. no more late night phone calls or sending nudes through snapchat. you and daishou could stand to be in the same room without palpable tension. his words to you were brief and while it hurt at first, you figured it was best than to continue the mess you were in before.

so when daishou approached you at a party — a get together between some of his teammates and other friends from campus, really — you didn’t think he had ulterior motives. his girlfriend was here and gave you a big hug. "it's been so long! we should hang out," she said, giving your hands a firm, loving squeeze.

you accept when daishou asks to talk somewhere quieter, thinking that he deserves some closure too.

"fuck, i need you to be quiet," he breathes, clamping his free hand over your mouth while the other keeps you pinned to the wall of the upstairs bathroom. you hadn't slept with anyone since giving daishou some distance all those months ago. the feeling of his long cock bruising your cunt had you shaking with pleasure.

you wanted to shout, to cry about how good he was fucking you but it all came out as a babble under his palm. it's probably for the best, you can only hope mika isn't getting suspicious downstairs wondering where her boyfriend ran off to.

"you can't deny of me of this like that again," a cocky grin slithers across daishou's face as he latches as the skin of your neck. "went fucking crazy not being in this pussy."

it's hard to ignore the tight feeling in your stomach when you hear those words, trying not to put so much weight into them but you've missed him too.

you didn't give much thought to date someone else — not like you and daishou were dating anyways — but you had given him so much of your attention, you didn't even know if you could flirt with another person.

there was no one else that caught your interest, just him. and it felt pathetic to admit it, having feelings for some guy that would rather juggle between two people than commit. but you can enjoy being a selfish person at least for now if it meant getting to enjoy the feeling on him.

knowing that time isn't on either of your sides, daishou fucks you harder. his hand drops from your mouth to lightly squeeze your neck, the dizziness only adding to your euphoria.

with your fingers in daishou's dark hair, you cum around his cock. any feelings of guilt you had wash away as you're overcome with the thought of "just daishou" over and over again.

"that's my girl, you're gonna take my cum, yeah?" he coos. "don't let a single drop go to waste."

even after he cums, daishou doesn't stop his pace, fucking his seed deep inside you. "ahh sugu, it's so much," you whine, feeling his cum running down your thigh when he finally pulls out.

daishou does his best to clean you up with toilet paper, flushing away the evidence.

when the two of you finally make it back downstairs, mika seems blissfully unaware that daishou had been gone for so long. she pulls you into a conversation about her classes and you try to follow along, ignoring the feeling of her boyfriend's cum pooling in your underwear.

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[queenshelby]

The Accident (Part Eight)

Pairing: Reader & Cillian Murphy

Warning: Domestic Abuse, Religious Themes, Trafficking

Thank you @blondie-22 for this amazing idea!

Just as Cillian had promised, he took you and the girls to see the caseworker and, whilst the office felt somewhat sterile, the older man's kind eyes softened the edges of the stark room.

“Y/N, right?” she said, glancing at the papers in front of him. You nodded, your stomach twisting with both anxiety and relief.

“I’ve reviewed your situation, and we can definitely help you,” he said, his tone reassuring. “But it’s going to take some time to sort everything out especially with regards to your immigration case. For now, let's focus on getting you and your children settled somewhere safe and I understand that Mr Murphy has already made arrangements for that, right?”

Cillian, who was sitting next to you, minding Mika, nodded, a reassuring smile on his face.

“Good, because you are not eligible for emergency accommodation outside the homeless shelter or immigration camp, both of which I consider somewhat inappropriate for your two children," he continued, folding his hands in front of him.

“What I will do for you now is file for a protection order against your husband if you're willing to proceed with that,” he said, meeting your gaze with a steady look.

You hesitated, your heart racing. “What if he finds out? What if—” “—he comes after me?” You finished, biting your lip. The weight of your past hovered like a dark cloud.

Cillian leaned closer, his expression earnest.

“We’ll make sure he can't find you," he told you and the case worker nodded, explaining that, as part of this process, your location will not be disclosed.

"Once we file for a protection order, he cannot come near you or your children. He would be arrested if he breaches this order and our office will take necessary steps to enforce it," the case worker explained and your breath steadied a little, the idea starting to take root in your mind.

“Okay,” you said, nodding slowly. “I’ll do it.”

"Good choice,” the caseworker replied, a hint of a smile creeping onto his face as he glanced at Cillian with approval.

"We will also get some schooling sorted for your older daughter and provide access to resources for you to get back on your feet. We don’t want you feeling isolated,” the caseworker then added before explaining the process further.

According to him, Sarah would be attending a school in your area that could accommodate her needs. In addition to that you were getting access to essential food and clothing, as well as healthcare, all while your immigration matter would be assessed for processing.

"Finally, we suggest that you agree to us providing you with a therapist for both you and your older daughter so that you both have someone to talk to about everything you've been through," the caseworker concluded, his voice gentle but firm.

“Therapy?” you echoed, uncertainty pinching your heart.

“It’s a safe space,” the caseworker replied, leaning slightly forward.

“To help you heal, to help Sarah process everything. It could be invaluable for both of you," he went on to say and Cillian rubbed your shoulder lightly, a silent gesture of support.

“It might feel strange at first, but it’s okay to ask for help,” he murmured, glancing at you with warmth and, eventually, you nodded, absorbing the details as they unfolded.

The caseworker smiled, jotting down notes before standing up and extending his hand toward you.

“Once all the paperwork is completed, I will ensure you're safe and secure. Remember, you’re not alone in this. You're surrounded by people ready to help," he explained and you grasped his hand, feeling a surge of hope at his words.

“Thank you,” you managed, your voice wavering slightly as you looked at him, the sincerity of his reassurance wrapping around you like a protective cloak.

Cillian stood as well, giving you a moment to breathe before ushering you and the children outside into the fresh Dublin air.

“Let’s go check out the house,” he suggested, smiling at you as you stepped into the sunlight. Sarah grabbed your hand, her small fingers twining with yours, while Cillian hoisted Mika onto his hip, his expression softening at the sight of the two of you together.

“Is the new house going to be really nice?” Sarah asked, her eyes wide with wonder, a slight bounce in her step as they walked.

Cillian chuckled softly, glancing back at her. “It’s old and small, but charming I think,” he replied, his voice light.

“Charming? What does that mean?” Sarah asked, swinging her arms and skipping forward.

“It means it has character,” Cillian said, his tone playful as they walked. “And stories, like old fairy tales," he went on to explain, gesturing towards the quaint houses lining the street, each with its own unique features.

"A writer used to live there. He used to write many stories actually," he continued, glancing down at Sarah, whose curiosity had completely captured her attention.

“Did he write about princesses?” Sarah’s voice brimmed with enthusiasm, eyes sparkling.

“Absolutely," Cillian said, a grin spreading across his face. “He would write about princesses who saved kingdoms and fought dragons,” he added, weaving stories with animated gestures, his energy infectious.

“Did they fight them with swords?” Sarah asked, her eyes wide, envisioning grand battles. Cillian nodded, playing up the drama.

“Of course!" he confirmed, and Sarah was in awe.

“Wow!” Sarah gasped, imagining the fierce princess charging into battle atop a magnificent steed. “And they’d win, right? Like all the time?”

Cillian raised his hand theatrically, “Always! They never backed down," Cillian told her and, after a while, you all arrived in front of the small townhouse in one of Dublin's better suburbs.

The townhouse stood with a quiet dignity, its brick facade softened by creeping ivy and blooming flowers spilling over the window boxes.

Sunlight danced over the charming entrance, a welcoming sight that sparked a flicker of hope in your heart. Cillian stopped at the front door, turning to Sarah.

“Ready to see your new, although temporary, home?” he asked and you all nodded.

“Yes!” Sarah exclaimed, eyes alight with eagerness.

Cillian smiled widely, then opened the door with a gentle push.

“Welcome, little warrior princess!” he said as he stepped aside, allowing the sunlight to spill into the foyer.

You followed Cillian inside, your heart fluttering with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. The interior was warm and inviting, with wooden floors polished to a shine and walls painted a soft, cheerful cream.

“It's not much, but it's furnished and has everything you and the girls will need," Cillian said, waving a hand to indicate the living area and kitchen.

"It's perfect, Cillian! Thank you!" you said, relief flooding your voice as you took in the small details—a cozy couch, a dining table, and a kitchen that radiated warmth.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied, his voice softening as he noticed the hesitant smile on your face.

As you stepped further inside, Sarah peeked around, eyes darting from one item to another, absorbing every detail.

“Look at that!” She rushed toward a small bookshelf lined with children's books, her fingers skimming over the spines. “Do we get to read them all?”

Cillian knelt beside her, a gentle grin spreading across his face. “Absolutely! They are all yours now," he told her as he picked one up, its cover bright and vibrant, featuring a dragon and a small knight in shining armor.

“Why is all this stuff here?" you asked as you examined the spines of colorful books lining the shelf, suspicion mingling with curiosity. Cillian stood up, eyeing the shelves thoughtfully.

“The person who lived here sold it as is. She was an older lady who moved to a retirement home," he continued, his voice warm yet tinged with nostalgia. “She left behind all this, including the books. Figured it would be more special if the next family could enjoy them.”

Sarah’s eyes sparkled at the thought, her small hands already reaching for a bright book with a whimsical illustration on the cover.

“Can we read one now?” she asked, her innocence shining through.

“Definitely,” Cillian replied, smiling as he settled down on the floor, gesturing for Sarah to join him. “Which one do you want to read first?”

“This one!” she exclaimed, holding up a book with a vibrant cover and Cillian chuckled, taking the book from her hands as he cleared his throat before commencing to read.

“Once upon a time,” he started, weaving his voice into a melody that danced through the room. “In a kingdom far away, there lived a brave little knight...” he went on and Sarah settled beside him with rapt attention, her small body leaning closer as if the words themselves drew her in.

Cillian's voice turned animated as he read, infusing life into each character. “This knight was not afraid of the fiercest of dragons, for he knew that true bravery came from a kind heart.”

Sarah's eyes widened, her imagination lighting up with every word but, eventually, after about half an hour or so of storytelling, Cillian had to leave.

Cillian glanced at the clock on the wall, a slight furrow forming between his brows. “I have to head out in a bit to pick up my daughter, Nina, from the station,” he said softly, apologizing to Sarah, who couldn't believe that Cillian had a daughter too.

“Wait! You have a daughter?” Sarah’s eyes widened in disbelief, her curiosity bubbling over. “Is she like a princess, too?”

Cillian chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately “Not exactly a princess,” he replied, his laughter warm and genuine. “But she’s pretty special in her own way and much older than you are, so she really doesn't like it when I call her princess now, you know. She's sixteen and quite independent,” he shared, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Sixteen? That’s so old!” Sarah exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder. “What does she do?”

“She studies a lot,” Cillian replied, leaning back slightly to allow Sarah space for her imagination to roam. “Nina loves music and plays the guitar. She's very good at it, actually. She even writes her own songs,” Cillian added, a fond smile gracing his lips at the thought of his daughter.

“Can I meet her?" Sarah asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her excitement palpable.

Cillian smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Absolutely, but you’ll have to wait just a bit longer. Maybe I can bring her around tomorrow," he promised, glancing at you before returning to Sarah.

“Tomorrow sounds great!” Sarah beamed, her enthusiasm radiating through the small room.

“Alright then,” Cillian said, standing up, brushing off the imaginary dust from his pants from the fairytale story.

“Now,” he clapped his hands together, “you look after your mum, okay?" Cillian said before gathering his things and you felt your heart swell at the sight of Sarah’s beaming face.

There was a flicker of resilience in the little girl, a balm against the scars of their past and the way Cillian interacted with her kindled something new in you—hope.

"I will see you tomorrow," Cillian eventually said as he moved toward the door, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer.

"The key is here," he gestured toward the small hook by the door, where a single brass key glinted in the warm light.

“Make sure you lock the door. It's got security features in case anything happens, but I don't think you have anything to worry about here."

You nodded, the weight of his reassurance settling gently in your chest.

"Oh and I have ordered some groceries, nappies and baby stuff for you. It should get delivered within the next couple of hours," he continued, his voice steady as he pulled open the front door.

"You're a lifesaver, Cillian," you replied, feeling an unexpected tightness in your throat. Gratitude swelled, the warmth of his kindness flooding through you.

Cillian’s smile deepened, his blue eyes reflecting sincerity. “Just doing what I can.”

He paused at the threshold, a spark of hesitation flickering in his gaze. “Remember, if you need anything, just call me,” he added, his voice low and intentional as he glanced at you, pointing at a cellphone he had also left for you that rested on the kitchen counter between the flower-patterned towels.

"I saved my number for you on that phone. You can contact me anytime, day or night," he added, his expression serious, underscoring the weight of his words.

“Thank you,” you said again, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt the depth of his sincerity wash over you before, finally, with a gentle smile and a wave, he stepped out into the cool Dublin afternoon, leaving you and Sarah inside the warm cocoon of the townhouse.

The door clicked softly shut behind him, a quiet reminder that you were safe, at least for now.

Sarah bounced on her toes, her energy bubbling over. “Can we read more stories?” she asked, her eyes wide with excitement as she clutched the book Cillian had left behind.

“Of course!” you replied, a smile creeping onto your face at her enthusiasm. “Pick a new one, and let’s see what adventures await.”

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[keres-nyx]

Do you think Guren might not be super intent about getting Yuu back because he knows Yuu won’t go back to him? Like, he recognizes Yuu is a lot like him (both loyal to a fault, both need to be needed by others, both try to shoulder the burdens of everyone around them, etc) and so Guren tried to make sure Yuu was attached to his squad to make the decision that Guren himself couldn’t make: be with Mika or be with his friends? Literally most of not all of Ca16 is Guren trying to have both his friends and Mahiru at his side but in the end he can’t just choose one or the other so he loses both. But with Yuu there is no hesitation; he chooses Mika, always. Maybe Guren sees that and realizes he’s not getting Yuu back. At least, not without one hell of a fight.

Guren definitely tried to instill the whole "family" thing into the squad so that Yuu wouldn't make the same mistake he did. He absolutely raised him in a very purposeful way, especially because Guren realizes how similar Yuu is to him when he was at that age. Guren had said there is no room for "loners" in the army; the complete opposite of what Guren himself. And as such, Guren forced Yuu to make friends if he wanted "to survive in the army." Unlike Guren, because he tried to handle everything himself, and because he was unable to choose between Mahiru and his friends, lost both. So to an extent, Guren tried to keep Yuu from doing that. Which did work...not to his benefit, but he did choose. Guren himself is pretty smart and aware of people, it's why he's trying to force Yuu to come back instead of talking or negotiating like Shinoa Squad was thinking. Guren has known Yuu the longest. He knows Yuu's entire existence revolves around Mika. Even when Guren gave Yuu that whole speech of "find a reason to live", and it ended up being revenge for Mika. I honestly expect some sense of jealously but also pride on his side because Yuu has made a firm decision. And yeah, it's gonna be one hell of a fight. Because we all know Guren ain't giving up just yet.

lore makes me passionate sorry for the ramble

[sothisiscrystal]

LIMBO - An alternate ending for Nanami Kento.

Posting this here from my wattpad since today is THE day (iykyk). Read on if you want to see the beloved Nanami Kento safe :)

Wordcount: a little over 2k. Nanami× female reader, but the reader is an OC in this fic.(p.s. if you enjoyed this, comment what y'all think of the writing!)

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The yellow glow from the overhead lights still flickered minutes after the impact– the impact of the blow dealt to Haruta by none other than grade 1 sorcerer, Nanami Kento. He crouched in front of Akari Nitta and Nobara, making sure they were alright, as he spoke in low tones. The atmosphere felt ominous and held the warning of impending danger. Everything was going wrong one after the other, and cursed spirits were running havoc through the stations and roads of Shibuya.

“...It looks like you all really haven’t heard about Gojo-san yet,” Nanami explained, going over the catastrophic ordeal of the sealing of Satoru Gojo and how even though he’d been sealed in the prison realm, he was holding up pretty well.

“The fact that he’s holding out after being sealed makes it sound real,” Nobara mused out loud.

It was getting late, and Nanami knew he was needed elsewhere. There were many more cursed spirits and villainous creatures running rampant in the city… Haruta was the least of his growing concerns that night. “You two, please wait here for rescue,” Nanami instructed, getting to his feet. “I’ll join Zen’in-san, and we’ll head down to B5F.”

Nobara perked up. “I’ll go too–”

“No, you won’t,” came Nanami’s stern reply. He was firm on his beliefs that no matter how powerful of a sorcerer she might be, Nobara was still a child and merely a first year student at Jujutsu High. Besides, he was the minimum level required to face the dangers of the fights ahead.

Even if it meant death.

Nobara pouted, her face downcast, but Nanami didn’t have time for that. According to him, the stakes were too high to care for sentiments and feelings and–

The familiar clacking of heels against the polished floor of the station echoed in their direction. Nanami felt his body tense at the sound, though he was as stoic as ever to the naked eye when he turned around to face the woman.

“Nanami,” came her breathless voice. Mika Ito was one of the other grade 1 sorcerers, and at the sight of her, Nanami’s heart stuttered in concern. She was disheveled, hair sticking out in odd places from the low tidy bun she usually had it in during emergency battles.

Nanami took a step towards her, then paused.

No, he thought, This isn’t her.

He knew her like the back of his hand. In fact, she was the only person he’d allowed himself to know so much ever since he lost someone as dear to him as Haibara.

You see, Mika, in particular, had a unique cursed technique, which allowed her to make clones of herself. The clones that she created could also become another person if she willed it– when the clone touched the person she wanted to replicate– having the same abilities as that individual.

“Where is she?” Nanami asked her clone, a lump clinging to his throat. The clone smiled, uncannily just like the same smile he’d become fond of over the past year; though he’d never admit it out loud. He didn’t want to spoil whatever they had built together, so both him and her kept their longing glances and accidental touches a secret from the rest of the world and each other.

“She’s near the scramble crossing in Shibuya,” the clone responded. “Injured but alive.” Then, lifting its shirt, the clone showed a deep red gash in its side, dried and damp, sticky blood encrusting around the oozing wound. “This is not my wound but hers. She sent me here to get you.”

Nanami had to physically restrain himself from sprinting to her. If Mika was in no real danger, he had enough faith in her strength to know that she could handle this on her own. After all, he was supposed to aid Zen’in-san where things were undoubtedly more serious.

But she had called for him, and that made so much difference.

“She also sent me here to replicate you, if you will allow it,” the clone added on seeing the indecisiveness in his eyes.

Never mind where he was supposed to be, Nanami would go to her regardless. He knew that much. He just had to stop himself in his irrational hastiness to be by her side, to consider the repercussions of his actions. But since she’d offered to clone him so he wouldn’t really be absent from those who needed him at platform B5F…

“Alright.” He sighed, adjusting his signature glasses. Nanami nodded in departure to Nobara and Nitta and followed the clone.

When they were some distance away, the clone held his forearm and closed its eyes. Part of him wished that it had been the actual person he had come to care for instead of just her clone. He realised he should probably do something about these unrequited feelings once it was just him and her– nevermind the raging fight, he didn’t even know who would make it out alive and who wouldn’t.

However, those wishes disintegrated immediately when the flash of light dimmed, and a copy of him stared back instead of her.

Nanami and the clone went their separate ways, him more in a hurry to get to her at Shibuya Scramble Crossing than the clone was to follow his instructions, like it knew the peril that lay in wait ahead.

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There was a mounting trepidation and tension in Mika's shoulders as she slumped against a wall. Her thoughts spiraled out of control, forcing her to chant her mantra when her mind went hazy on her. Block. Aim. Kill. Protect.

Where the heck is Nanami? She wondered, squeezing her eyes tightly as she pressed a cloth to the injury in her side. He was the closest to her location and, embarrassingly enough, the only person that came to her mind after being injured and panic stricken.

A gurgling cursed spirit tried to spring up on her in surprise just as she stabbed it with a special cursed tool— her flaming dagger— its blood oozing all over her leather jacket. Thankfully, it was a smaller one than the others she’d been fending off all evening. When Mika opened her eyes, blurry from being shut too tightly, Nanami had materialised in front of her, reaching for her arms and pulling her into him to support her weight against his chest.

"Hello, you." He said in a soft voice, his hand gently against the back of her head.

Her heart went warm despite the biting cold that Halloween usually brought. A peaceful smile found its way to her face as she settled in his arms and allowed herself a rare moment of steady and calm, breathing slow and deep. Nanami often had that effect on her; He was logical and sensible, but that never overrode his caring and protective side. Despite the stress being a first grade jujitsu sorcerer brought on the two of them, he had been the one to tether her frantic tendencies. She wondered what she did for him, hoping it was equal to how much he always did for her.

“Let me help you,” Nanami murmured into her hair, resting his chin on her head.

“That’s why I called you, Kento.” Mika felt his traitorous heart race beneath her cheek and chuckled. The use of his first name felt right only when it was just under the privacy of the two of them… at least, until they sorted out whatever their feelings were for each other.

A grotesque scream tore through the neighborhood, and chattering crowds turned into cries of horror, interrupting their little moment. Nanami immediately sprung into action, kicking a one-eyed cursed spirit in the face as he tucked her behind him out of harm's way and the brunt of danger.

She laughed, moving to stand beside him– albeit a little unsteady, “I said help me, not baby me.” Mika's limbs were lithe and quick. In the blink of an eye, she was bringing down her fiery dagger on yet another creepy looking cursed spirit.

Frowning, Nanami opened his mouth to protest, but before anyone could move another muscle, a black dome was thrown on top of them, trapping them beneath its concave surface like a coffin would the dead. He'd heard that Mei Mei had been trapped in a similar cursed coffin. "Damnit," he swore through grit teeth. His fist flared in a seething blue glow that matched the scowl on his face as he punched against the walls of the dome.

Nothing.

Another punch.

Not even a dinge.

The veins on his arm strained as Nanami raised his purple-bruised fist a third time when Mika pulled him back by the arm. “Nanami! Stop!” she commanded in panic and worry, “You’ll hurt yourself! The only way we can break free is if someone cuts through from the outside. I think it's a curse called ‘Limbo’... I rescued someone who was trapped in the same thing just an hour ago, and they could not get out till I showed up.”

Nanami paused. She could see in his eyes the way his mind worked overtime as it sorted through the possible solutions– if there were any at all. His jaw tightened when he came up with nothing, fist clenching about his tie. “Then we–”

Suddenly, he staggered forward with a loud groan gripping the side of his body. Mika's eyes widened as she dropped to her knees beside him. “Shit, what the– Kento, look at me. What just happened? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine. My body–” Nanami bent down, his chest heaving with hoarse coughs. He curled into himself as she held him. Nanami placed a palm to his throbbing eye, feeling something like the sharp point of a hot poker maiming it free of its socket. His face contorted in raw pain, unable to form a coherent explanation as to what was happening besides the feeling of one side of his body lit ablaze. As his eyes met hers then, a spark of realisation lit up both their minds at the same time. “The clone.”

Whatever damage was inflicted through the injuries on the clone may not be seen on the real person, but the initial agony and pain that came from it was felt just as if they were feeling it in person. It was one of the disadvantages of Mika's cursed technique.

That only meant one thing: somewhere, in some part of Shibuya, Nanami’s clone was fighting for the lives of the innocent and now, probably his life too. Neither he nor she knew what would become of this clone, death or victory, and Nanami almost found the guilt of his absence as unbearable as the feeling of the simmering coals coursing through his side.

But as Mika held him, doing whatever she could to ease his pain and whispering encouraging sweet nothings to him, like a jolt of lightning in the pitch blackness of the night, Nanami realised that he loved her. No matter how much he tried to brush it off, deep inside, he knew it had been a long time coming. The realisation made his breaths heavier as if they were not labored enough.

Meanwhile, as selfish as it sounded, Mika was glad that he was stuck there in Limbo or whatever this curse was. Yes, they might be there for a while, and yes, he was in pain– but he was alive with her. She would rather him be still breathing in captivity than die anywhere else apart. She whispered it like a prayer of gratitude over and over in her mind. Then she told him. "I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're with me, alive."

Nanami sighed, and for once in his life, he let himself lean on someone else as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Mika felt his warm breath on her skin, the caress of his thumb on her knuckles that grasped his hand.

"I'm not proud of myself for unintentionally avoiding danger. I mean, you especially know how death is brushed off as an inevitable side effect of being a Jujutsu sorcerer, right?" Nanami paused as she nodded, bracing himself for the words about to spill from his lips, his voice low and careful. "But if I could cheat death— if I were to stay alive for anyone. Just know that I would shamelessly live for you."

[jjkeremika]

Just Show Me

description: mikasa has boring sex with jean (*not here*) and she tells eren about it the next night. she's having trouble finding the words so he says to show her what she meant. they have hot sex

pairing: eren x mikasa (aot/snk)

universe: college/university

smut: yeah like fully

***smut****

“I don’t know, Eren! I just, like, let him—ugh! I don’t know!” Mikasa exclaimed, bright red.

They were sat on her queen bed. Eren was resting against the wall, legs crossed, and Mikasa was sitting mirrored in front of him, her face near her lap hidden behind her hands.

Eren briefly laughed at her embarrassment. “C’mon, Mika. You can’t ask me if something’s normal and not tell me what happened." He rubbed her bare shoulder with his thumb. He felt the firm ridges of his thumbprint brush against her smooth skin. "And it’s me. You can tell me anything.”

He was right. She knew he was right.

“I want to tell you I just don’t know how to describe it,” she confessed, leaning into his hand. The rubbing was soothing, and it gave her something concrete to focus on. "It's... embarrassing."

Eren shrugged nonchalantly. If he made a big deal out of how it wasn't a big deal, she would only feel worse. It didn't help though that internally he did want to make it a big deal. He hated the idea of Mikasa and Jean sleeping together. He didn't want to hear about any of it. But Mikasa had called him in hysterics, claiming that she thinks she did everything wrong and she has no idea what was or wasn't normal--even begging for Eren to come over and sort it all out with her.

The worst part was she didn't even need to beg. He was already on his way over to her apartment as soon as he heard her sniffle through the phone. It didn't matter that it was just to hear about how some random guy in her class touched her. She needed him.

That's what he told himself as he sat across from her on her bed for the thousandth time. Watching her lose herself in her own head.

There were so many emotions rolling through Mikasa's head she couldn't pick one to focus on. Each one flashed itself momentarily before being rapidly replaced by another, over and over and over again. Anxiety. Relief. Regret. Hope. Coy. Nervous.

She couldn't determine if the emotions corresponded to last night or right now. Last night was fine, but she had spent the whole day wondering if everything really was fine. She had little experience in anything except overthinking, and assuming she did something wrong was a specialty.

Her view refocused on Eren's expression: stern, but his eyes were soft. Her cheeks were squished between his hands, his face was a few centimeters away from her own.

"What are they saying in there?" Eren asked, rotating her head in his hands like he were inspecting it. She laughed and pushed him off.

The tension was thick when they had stopped laughing. Eren was now sitting on his side, leaning slightly over Mikasa and she leaned back. Their faces were close, and she could see herself running in his grassy eyes; eyes the same color as the meadow that first day of spring they had met; her forgotten favorite shade of green.

Eren's skin tingled as he felt pulled to her, practically using every muscle in his body to oppose the magnetic force. He could feel himself growing warmer, could feel the blood starting to pump faster.

Mikasa felt every tiny hair sticking up, pointing to him, screaming for him. She felt the blood pumping to her pelvis, felt the warmth spread between her legs. Her stomach was twisting in more ways than one. There was the same feeling as last night, and there was another one this time, a hidden desire.

"Was this how it started?" Eren asked deeply and slowly. He relished when she smiled, acutely aware to how she made his body react.

She nodded and took Eren's non-supporting hand in hers. She placed it on her lower thigh.

"Yeah, and I think he kissed my neck, too." She tilted her head to the right and pointed to her neck. "Ahh," she moaned as he instantly pounced on her.

Eren fixated on kissing around her neck while she ran her fingers through his hair and down his arms. He'd lightly nip at a spot whenever she gasped slightly, and he spent extra time kissing the skin below her ears.

"And then I took his shirt off." They both sat up on their knees and tugged at the bottom of Eren's shirt until it was off and on the floor somewhere. "And then I took off mine."

It was only a tank top, but Eren loved the way she wiggled her body to remove it. Definitely for show. Definitely for him.

She laid back down. "Then he kissed and touched me..." She was tracing the outline of her nipple with her fingertip. Barely touching it. "Here," she whispered, smiling mischievously.

Eren crawled over her until his face was right in front of hers. "Did he tell you that you're so fucking sexy?" He muttered, pressing one hand against her neck to bring their lips together, the other holding her side.

His grip on her neck was strong but delicate, like a statue; tense and intentional but easily broken. She broke the kiss because she couldn't stop smiling, directing his lips to her neck instead.

She squealed in pleasure as he squeezed her boob, both of them delighting in the feel of the squeeze, how his hand was so rough and large and still couldn't contain her. Eren could die happy now knowing the feeling of her softest skin between his fingers.

She felt the spot between her legs growing warmer with each touch, and she couldn't hold in her moan when he roughly rubbed his thumb over her nipple. It soothed her mind in the same way it did when he rubbed her shoulder, but now it was also causing her to become hot and wet.

"Th-Then I took my pa-ahh!" He had squeezed her nipple between his fingers and nibbled at that one spot near her ear.

"Took your what?" he taunted, smirking. She didn't need to say it again; Eren was already reaching for her waistband.

She swooned as his hands roughly tugged at the strings of her sweatpants, each pull of the string pushing the band down on her hips and pulling her closer to him. She had taken Eren's head in her hands and shoved it between her breasts, the skin tingling at his smile and bumping at his breath.

Once Eren had finally untied the knot and slid her pants off, tossing them who even cares where, she sat up and rambled out: "Take those off and I move on top."

Eren slid his sweatpants off then grabbed her hips. Before she could process it he had rolled them over; she was now sitting straddled below his crotch, he was laying flat underneath her. He didn't say anything, he just waited for her to say something, roaming his hands up and down her sides and smiling at her because she really did look just as gorgeous as he'd imagined.

Her brain was struggling to remember what happened. It wasn't the same as this. Ah, well, the sequence of events was the same, but the feelings were completely different. The intensity of blood pumping, the constant throbbing and wetness between her thighs, the burning feeling in her gut screaming that this was what she wanted.

She didn't feel this way last night. She felt this way because it was Eren.

She collapsed onto him and kissed him desperately, clawing at his arms and chest. He moaned instantly at each touch. She couldn't help herself--his body was so open and empty like a blank canvas practically asking to be marked up and painted on. His moans served as cheers from the only patron she cared about.

His hands were on her ass, squeezing and pinching and grinding her forward and back. Her hips followed his motion, and she would swivel ever so slightly when she bit his neck to hear the breathless gasp he released, to hear the shaky breath he needed because of her.

Each movement was fast and rough, a stark contrast to last night. Mikasa thrived each time Eren roughly grabbed her and moved her around, flipping her over or shifting her position then immediately biting at her sensitive skin before she could protest.

She felt like putty in his hands, wanting nothing more than to be helplessly molded into any position he wanted.

He settled with her on her back, her knees hoisted over his shoulders, her head resting against a pillow. His hands were holding underneath her thighs as he kissed down her stomach. Mikasa wiggled her hips slightly as he moved lower and lower.

Eren joyfully exclaimed when he tucked his nose between her thighs; she didn't hear what he said over the muffle of the pillow, the blood roaring in her ears, and the sound of her moans as he lapped at her moist lips.

There were two distinct feelings: the initial sensation of his textured tongue against silky skin; and the wave of pleasure that followed like a lightning bolt from her pelvis to her brain.

It felt weird, the physicality of his tongue against her most sensitive, smoothest skin. An area even she seldom explored was now changed into a new perspective, one now associated with a burning heat and an electrifying pulse. She wanted to pull away and chase it at the same time.

Each lick was different, some hesitant and short, others confident and flat and long, some directed, others aimless. She lamented when he finally pulled away but sighed happily as he kissed up her thigh, leaving a trail of moist outlines to her knee.

She sat up and tugged on the waistband of his boxers, non-verbally telling him to peel them off.

He did as ordered and hastily pulled her onto his lap, like he was reaching for a reward. She let him, because she liked the idea of being desired.

Eren was already shifting underneath her, lathering his cock with a mixture of his saliva and Mikasa’s cum.

“I was on my back. He was on top,” Mikasa said quickly.

Eren stared at her blankly. He’d completely forgotten about why they’d started this whole predicament.

He kept Mikasa onto his lap and re-arranged himself underneath her. “Yeah, I’d prefer to pleasure you instead, though.” Eren smirked at the deep blush that erupted across her face. “If you’ll let me,” he added delicately.

Mikasa kissed him abruptly and he fell to the bed. Their lips stayed interlocked as she shuffled on top, both of them moaning at the brief friction between his cock and her clit.

Last night she needed some lubricant. Tonight it didn’t even matter. She was slick enough all on her own and easily slid down to the base of his cock. Mikasa was focused on where their bodies joined, on the feeling of her body enveloping him, the electric waves rushing up her spine.

One of Eren’s hands held onto her hip as the other held her boob near his mouth. His eyes were closed as he lightly licked at her nipple. The pleasure was surreal, more than anything he’d ever experienced and beyond what he’d thought possible. He focused on her, aching to give her that same feeling back. He didn’t want her to have sex with anyone else ever again.

The high-pitched noises and squeals and moans slipped out of her mouth as she rocked her hips back and forth, side to side. Eren shifted his hips in sync, meeting her in the middle, pushing her as she pushed him.

It was starting to feel overwhelming, the inexplicable feeling growing inside of her. The fire inside her was started to burn at her insides and she could feel it from her fingers to her head to her toes. She felt the waves and vibrations through her body as Eren took more control, alternating between achingly slow and fast and somewhere in between.

Her brain was racing. Closing her eyes didn’t help because all she could picture was Eren’s naked sweaty body pounding right into her, his ab and back muscles folding and defining in salivating ways. She dug her nails into his back, harshly tracing the valleys of those very muscles.

She had cried out Eren’s name as it all became too much, her whole body became too sensitive and overstimulated yet strangely in the best way possible.

Both of them had reached their climax as Eren had pulled out and came on his stomach. He collapsed behind him.

After taking a few deep breaths and recovering, she shifted to lay next to Eren. He opened his eyes at the movement and smiled blissfully at her.

She took her finger and ran it along his stomach. She put it in her mouth, sucking on her finger and staring at him with puckered lips and wide eyes.

He brushed the rogue strand of hair behind her ear, then brushed his hand against her cheek. “Show me, then,” he whispered.

She giggled in excitement and slowly kissed him before scampering down to his legs.

[lizardperson]

ockiss24 - day 5!

two horny idiots being horny again... i have no excuse. yes they are kissing. thats why it's oc kiss week yknow.

content warning: smut.

Mika sighed, sipping on her drink. She was so damn bored, just like she had predicted. Law firm party - so lame. Guess that was her life now, being the official girlfriend of a lawyer. And it turned out, she wasn't even the only hot young post-divorce girlfriend, unsurprisingly. Maybe she should casually drop that she was also fucking his soon-to-be ex-wife, that would set her apart from the crowd. Might even stave off the boredom, at least temporarily.

She glanced at Gabriel, who was in a lively discussion with his boss and another co-worker, and she remembered how she had threatened earlier that in case of boredom she would start hitting on his boss. Unfortunately the boss in question, Richard - "Dick" - turned out to be the sweetest grandpa type she ever met, and that would just feel too wrong, even for her. And also, she had promised to behave. Which of course had not kept her from at least teasing Gabriel a little - his face earlier was great, when she whispered a "Thank you, daddy" in his ear. He hated it when she called him that, unfortunately it also made him really fucking hard every single time, and she loved using that on him in strategic moments, preferably in public. Yeah, she was a little shit sometimes, so what. Let a girl have some fun.

Apparently she had zoned out a bit, because suddenly both boss and co-worker were gone, and Gabriel put his arm around her hip.

"You okay?" he checked, probably trying to gauge her potential for causing trouble.

"Yeah," she assured him and put on her sweetest smile. And then she had a great idea. "Can I see your office?"

Amused, he raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

He led her away from the party down some hallways, until they reached his office. She took a look around. Fancy. He had closed the door behind them and was watching her, when she turned around to face him and hopped up to sit on the desk. She grinned at him provocatively, and he walked up to her. Of course he knew what she had in mind.

"Nice office. Such a big desk," she smirked, then grabbed his tie to pull him into a kiss. Fortunately the short dress - the one he picked - made it really easy to spread her legs enough for him to stand between them.

"So you just wanted to get fucked on my desk, is that it?" he asked between kisses, knowing full well what the answer was.

"Yeah. We should probably be quick about it." The kisses grew more heated.

His hand found his way between her legs, pulling her panties to the side and unceremoniously shoving a finger inside her. "Good thing you're already soaked." That was just what making out with him did to her, not her fault.

She moaned into the kiss, clearly getting turned on more and more, and grabbed for his cock over his pants. At least this didn't leave him unfazed. "Fuck, I need you inside me so bad," she begged, and he continued to finger her for a few moments longer.

"Good. Hold that thought," he muttered, and suddenly interrupted the kiss, pulled his hand from between her legs, and stepped back, smirking at her.

It took her a second to comprehend what just happened. "You are so cruel," she whined. As if that would change his mind.

"Only makes you want me more." The fucking smirk again. She hated how right he was. "Now, can we return to the party?" he asked innocently, adjusting his tie. Yep, she definitely deserved this for teasing him earlier. Asshole.

[bullet-prooflove]

Distance!Series Part 2: The Kiss - Will Halstead x Reader

Trigger Warning: Mention of child death (case related)

Part One: Distance

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Bar Americain was a trendy, intimate bar just up the road from Bronx SVU’s precinct. The lounge you were sitting in was elegant, rich with art deco fittings. The chairs were a luxurious chocolate brown, that matched the glossy wood of four legged tables and reflected the low lighting in their shiny surfaces.

For the first time in what felt like weeks you felt yourself beginning to relax in the decadent surroundings as you took the first sip from an exquisitely made cocktail. It was quiet here tonight and you liked that, you needed somewhere you could take a moment and breathe. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of activity and now you could finally take a second, a second to forget that you were a cop, a second to remember that you were actually a person.

“I knew you’d like this place.” Iain Reilly murmured, his cornflower blue eyes focusing on you as he lifted the glass of beer to his lips.

“It’s soothing you know?” You said, allowing your gaze to wander over the delicate designs etched into features of the room.  

“I got the sense you needed something to take your mind off everything.” He commented wryly.

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly, meeting Reilly’s intense blue stare. “I mean it, thank you for everything you’ve done for me I appreciate it. “

“I know it’s not been easy for you being here.” Reilly said earnestly. “Leaving your life behind for this case… “

He trailed off for a moment, swallowing hard as he lowered his gaze to the surface of the table.

“I know what it’s like to be lonely.” He told you, a mirthless smile tipping up at the edges of his mouth. “You can’t talk about this job with other people, you can’t tell them about the horrible things you see, how much it breaks you down inside...”

You understood what he was saying. Over the years you had worked in Intelligence you had seen some deplorable things, things that no human being should do to another, especially not to children. There were days where you simply felt numb, that shutting down every single one of your emotions was the only way you could get through the day without losing your shit.

Then Will stepped into your life.

He had been a breath of fresh air. Empathetic, compassionate and fun, he was all you ever could have wanted in a person, everything you could have dreamed of. You had never thought a man like him could exist and the fact he did…

It wasn’t lost on you how incredibly lucky you were.  Despite your differences, you somehow made it work. Will always made it seem effortless, he could read you like a book, pre-empting your needs long before you’d even begun to consider them yourself. He was the person that kept you anchored when you felt like you were coming apart at the seams. He was the one that made everything seem like it was going to be ok.

You missed his presence in your life more than anything. You hadn’t felt whole since you’d left Chicago and you knew that was your fault. When they’d offered you the chance to work this case you had jumped at it. Will had understood, he had seen first hand what Mika’s death had done to you. He had cradled you in his lap that night, your face buried in his firm chest, hands grasping his  shirt as you sobbed your heart out, mourning the child that no one else seemed to give a damn about.

You couldn’t sleep after that, knowing The Broker was out there, especially after they had found the New York version of the website.

When Will called him your white whale, and he wasn’t wrong…

He didn’t try to change your mind when you told him that you were staying a few more weeks. He knew you better than you knew yourself most days and he had known that this was something you needed to do even if it made the two of you miserable for the foreseeable future.

The bell rang for last call, snapping you out of your thoughts and causing you to glance at the intricate, silver watch Will had given you for your first wedding anniversary.

“I didn’t realise it was so late.” You uttered, draining the last of your cocktail as Reilly followed suited with his own drink.

There was an early briefing in the morning, one you couldn’t afford to turn up to groggy and hungover. Reilly was already holding out your coat for your as you gathered up your phone and handbag, placing it upon the surface of the table.

You gave him a grateful smile as Reilly helped you into your long, charcoal grey coat, his hands smoothing over your shoulders as you turned to face him. He was standing too close; you heard the rustle of fabric as your clothes brushed and you tilted your head up to say something.

His lips were on yours before you had the chance to speak.

It was wrong, you felt that with every fibre of your being.

Reilly wasn’t Will. When you were with Will you could feel the love in his kisses, you could feel the tenderness he had for you when his fingers ghosted along your skin.  

“You don’t have to be alone tonight.” Reilly whispered against your mouth.

You pulled away from Reilly violently, tearing yourself from his arms, the back of your hand wiping across your lips vehemently. He stepped forward, reaching out to grab your arm.

“Don’t.” you barked, the tone of your voice glacial, stopping Reilly dead in his tracks. “Just don’t…”

You snatched up your handbag, throwing it over your shoulder before exiting the bar and plunging into the depths of the night.

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[niemernuet]

I like to think that this was the moment they decided to unravel that awkward lad later that night. ♥️ Many thanks to the best in the world @wunderlichkind for the inspiration. I hope it's about what you wanted (even if a bit late. and a bit short (in my defence it's really hard to write one-handed))

Also seeing as there is no fic with that pairing so far (I think...) it even fits in this week's osws fandom challenge's subject "rarepairs". 💪🏼

In Andorra

rating: E pairing: Mikaela Shiffrin/Aleksander Aamodt Kilde/Marco Odermatt characters: Mikaela Shiffrin, Aleksander Aamodt Kilde, Marco Odermatt length: 750 words

"And do you…" Marco paused, and cleared his throat. It did not help though, his voice still did not sound as firm as he wished. Or as his dick was. "Do you do this often?"

He failed again at keeping control over himself, and let out a decidedly unmanly, high-pitched sigh when Aleks' soft lips and scratchy stubble left the crook of his thigh.

"Generally, yeah," Aleks said slowly, and looked at Marco with a slight frown, as if he doubted his mental capacities. "We go to bed about once per day."

Marco laughed, and let his head fall back into the pillow. Aleks grinned, and though his lips were no longer on Marco, his hands were still stroking circles around his thighs and his achingly hard dick.

"That is a really personal question," Mika said before Marco could speak. She pulled her trousers over her bare feet, and folded them neatly before putting them down on a chair. "Or would you like us to ask you about your party last year?"

Marco felt Aleks' chuckles more than he heard them. He glanced over to the small table pressed against the wall of the hotel room, and the assortment of big and small glass globes that tested its weight limits.

"We heard the stories…" Aleks added, and Mika giggled. The mattress dipped beneath Marco's legs as she sat down with her back to Aleks.

"That's good," Marco said with his eyes firmly closed, his head spinning from more than just alcohol. "In that case could you tell them to me? Because I don't remember a thing from that night."

Mika and Aleks laughed, and Marco gasped because something touched the tip of his dick leaking all over his stomach. With expert ease, Mika pulled the rubber over his shaft before straddling his hips. Marco bit down hard on his lips but the warmth of her skin on his thighs, on his hips, against his balls, was almost too much.

"I'm a bit busy right now," Mika said softly, and rocked the tiniest bit forward. Marco managed to reduce the shameless moan to a hum, though the force needed to keep his mouth shut made him fear for his jaw bone. His hands were hovering in the air, as if there was still any question left. Mika found it just as amusing, she laughed again when she grabbed them, and put them down on her hips. Her skin was hot and soft, and Marco could feel the muscles roll under his touch.

"Maybe Aleks could tell you," she whispered, and moved even further, rubbing her slick pussy against his erection.

The mattress dipped again, and Marco found himself face to face with him.

"Sorry, I can't either. I'm in a bit of a pickle to be honest." Aleks smiled at him, his head propped up on one arm. "Maybe you could help me?"

Nobody moved for a few heartbeats, as long as it took Marco to realise that he was expected to answer.

"Yeah," he rasped eventually. "Sure."

"Cool," Aleks chuckled, grabbed Marco's hand from Mika's hip, and wrapped it around his hard dick. With a contended smile he closed his eyes as Marco began to stroke him unprompted.

"That's better," he sighed.

“Queue-jumper!” Mika said, though her grin betrayed the fondness behind her words.

“Never!” Aleks answered, and pulled her down in a kiss. Mika broke away first, and pushed Aleks back into the mattress.

“We’re not finished,” she said, and tightened the straddle around Marco’s hips.

“I don’t want to interrupt your thing,” he moaned, holding onto Mika as if he was drowning.

Aleks settled again close to him, and ran his fingers over Marco’s chest. “Not at all. Do you mind if I watch?”

Marco laughed but it was cut short when Mika moved again, and the hot friction of her skin shot straight up his spine. “Fuck!”

Aleks’ fingers kept stroking his skin, across his chest and throat, until he was cupping his cheek. Marco sucked in air with ragged breaths, his whole body lit on fire by the touches of Mika and Aleks.

“Do you mind if I do this?” Aleks whispered, his breath hot against Marco’s lips, before he closed the gap between them, in the exact same second as Mika lined Marco up against her crack, and sank down. Aleks caught the obscene moans falling from Marco’s lips, and Mika leant hard against his arched chest, and neither of them showed any mercy as Marco fell to pieces in their hands.

[bunji-enthusiast]

He catches you crying after you took a drive [headcanons]

Characters: Grave, Billy (very implied fem-reader), and Jyuji

We need more Gungrave fanfiction, cause *cracks my knuckles* I’ll just do it myself if I have to. Might be some self-indulgence lol

Grave

— gets really concerned and doesn’t exactly know what to do, you just get really good at hiding your tears and emotional sadness. From a lot of the group apparently.

— now he just knows cause he had happened to catch you off guard is all.

— Grave really does get worried about you, but his intelligence on the perceptive thinking of emotional intellect hadn’t exactly come back to him fully.

— He was so glad Mika offered some tips on how he could help, he genuinely was a little stuck sometimes. Albeit stunned too.

— when he had noticed you were sitting by yourself in the metal van, (or truck? Idk what it is.) he had simply turned to sit by you and engulf you in a very warm and large hug.

— obviously you were surprised and caught off guard by this sudden display of affection that Grave was showing for you, causing you to stop in your tracks of crying - but upon realizing what he was trying to do for you, you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.

— eventually you had fallen asleep upon his chest, he didn’t mind though, Grave may be an old deadman but even he still knew that people needed rest. Especially every kinds of rest.

Rocketbilly Redcadillac

— this ghost man knows. Billy is exceptionally perceptive and in tune to people’s needs and emotional states; ladies like you in particular.

— a very firm believer in treating all women with respect, regardless of which age you are, and it’s the job of a real man to supply that kindness.

— albeit, he was simply a ghost unfortunately. Billy couldn’t embrace you, hold you and tell you it was gonna be all okay - alright.

— Billy just hated himself for that, having to go about other methods of cheering you up within proper reasoning to be able to support you in your difficult situation.

— His go-to option was playing some music Billy had thought you were familiar with, as he was taking a shot in the dark; he was extremely glad, very much so once he saw that you began to perk up and the tears had stopped streaming down your beautiful face.

— “You alright there miss?” He would offer you a gentle smile, taking a deep pause in his playing to look you over. You couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of his actions to be cheesy.

— “Billy what the hell are you doing?”

— “Trying to cheer you up, one cheesy thing at a time.” He grinned, closing his eyes once he knew he heard your laugh. “Is it working?”

— You nodded, trying to stifle your giggles and laughs. “Yes, thank you Billy.” Letting yourself feel a new wave of calm, you smiled properly toward the very sincere ghost-man.

— a chilling wave swam through your cheek, causing a warm heat to bloom to your cheeks. You realized what he was doing, you knew he was trying to caress your face. You had stopped him, he let you.

— Billy still felt angry for himself not being able to properly soothe you like an actual man. But he managed to bring a smile to your face, even if it was through rather… cheesy means.

— “That’s good, I’d rather be damned to limbo if that meant I could see such a pretty smile on your face beyond words miss.”

Jyuji Kabane

— an extreme sense of smell, it wasn’t limited to things ordinarily such as organic smells; smoke, water and the occasional poison. He could quite literally smell the lethargy of sadness that had irradiated and wore down your body for quite some time now.

— He didn’t know how to take an approach to comforting you, as he is like Grave - emotionally constipated. Which would make for some difficulty in dealing with people who are more empathetic then he is.

— definitely hates it, not knowing how to do this for you. How to comfort you properly, like a ‘friend’ should. Though he isn’t completely sure if what he feels towards you are platonic feelings, like the dumbass he is, he suppresses them.

— Billy decided to nudge him with a helping hand and offer up some advice to the (very disgruntled) half-seed, half-deadman.

— Jyuji decided to opt for getting you your favorite snack and just offer a hug or two. Something of which was completely a little out of character for the hot-headed bundle of a man to do.

— “How’d you remember this? I only mentioned this to you two days ago!” Jyuji looked away when you had looked at him with very surprised eyes, you noticed the pink blush dusting his cheeks to the shells of his ears.

— Jyuji was never gonna admit it, but at least he managed to crack a smile on your face. To which he was thankful to be able to distract you from all the stress, however long he could for a while.

— He huffed, “Yeah, well we deadman also happen to have extremely good memory.”

[twilightmalachite]

Hinata Aoi - Cooking is Love 2

Author: Yuuki Yoshino

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Anzu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: meteorgreen

"I can’t believe you were so hungry you just went and stole the transfer student’s lunch… Aniki, you’re the worst!"

Season: Spring

Location: Fountain

⚠️ This chapter is not yet JP Proofread!

Hinata: Oh, you were thinking the same thing? Very well then, I present to you, Aoi Hinata’s taste testing~! ♪

*munch munch* Hey, this ain’t half bad! *munch munch* ♪

The amount of mayonnaise is just right, as well as the firmness of the eggs…

Well, it may be a tad watery? Not enough salt, perhaps? But it’s not inedible.

Aw, don’t look so down~. Smile, smile! ♪

It’s better than what you’d find in a store! Sandwiches from convenience stores are pretty dry, aren’t they? This is miles better than that!

I think it’s no match for the cafe’s egg sandwich, though. The egg is thick, the saltiness is just enough, and it’s sooo sweet too!

Love is also important! Love is the most important spice of all! ☆

Ooh, you pulled a notepad out of your pocket and started taking notes right away, huh? Hm? Do I have any more tips?

Hm~. To prevent it from getting all moist, you should use bread crumbs to absorb humidity. That way it won’t get soggy. ♪

Ahaha, you’re thanking me? You’re welcome~. Let me know if you need me to taste-test again.

You get cooking hacks, I get my stomach filled. It’s a win-win situation, right~, hehehe! ♪

Yuuta: Aniki…!

Hinata: Whoa, Yuuta-kun!

Welcome back~! ♪ Didja get the bread?

Yuuta: I did. I have it right here, but don’t you have something else to tell me?

I can’t believe you were so hungry you just went and stole the transfer student’s lunch… Aniki, you’re the worst!

Hinata: Th-That’s not it, Yuuta-kun!

She told me she wasn’t confident her food tasted good… So I suggested that she get someone to eat it and tell her their thoughts, okay? That’s all I did!

It’s true that I tasted it, but it was really just a bite… I’m not lying, I promise! Won’t you believe me, Yuuta-kun~…?

Yuuta: And again, you’re… Huh? He’s telling the truth?

Then, I guess you weren’t bothering the transfer student, huh?

Phew~… Glad to hear. ♪

Aniki, don’t pout. Let’s eat lunch, okay?

I got you some sweet bread buns I thought you’d like. Do you like melon bread and whipped cream bread?

Oof, this selection looks like you’ll get heartburn just by looking at it… Don’t you feel bad eating such sweet things all the time?

Hinata: Well, I think the curry bread you eat all the time is heartburn-inducing. Isn’t it rough on your stomach?

And transfer student, as thanks for letting me taste your egg sandwich, you get some sweet bread~! ♪

Hinata: Don’t be shy! It’s overflowing with whipped cream~! ♪

Yuuta: Eugh.

Hinata: Huh!? Yuuta-kun, what’s wrong?! Did you get sick from running around on an empty stomach, or something?

Yuuta: No, just seeing that bread full of whipped cream made my stomach turn, is all…

Ah~, this habanero curry bread is delicious~. I feel like I could eat it forever~. *chew chew* ♪

Hinata: Wheeze, the spiciness is so pungent I can smell it on the wind?! It’s in my eyes~, it’s like cutting onions!

Yuuta: Hmm? Transfer student, what are you giggling at?

Hinata: You found our exchange endearing…? Even though it was us just going “sweet” and “spicy” back and forth…?

Huh? Transfer student, you’ve already finished eating?

You only ate a tiny piece of the sweet bread I gave you. Are you on a diet?

Ooh. You have your fitness test after lunch break, so you have to return to your classroom soon.

Yuuta: We're practicing after lunch as well, remember, Aniki?

It’s unlikely that we’ll find an open practice room, so we’ll have to find an empty classroom… We can’t just loiter around, okay?

Hinata: Yuuta-kun!

Yuuta: Hey—don’t go hugging me in front of the transfer student!

I’m sorry, Aniki kinda does whatever he wants without considering the people around him… It’s a pain in the neck for me too.

Hinata: Yuuta-kun~! You’re finally willing to come practice with me? Oh, I’m so happy I could almost cry! Sniff, sniff, sob! ♪

Yuuta: Ugh, you’re so annoying… If you keep this up, I’m taking back what I said.

Hinata: Sorry, sorry. We gotta look for an empty classroom, so we’re going to head out now, okay? Good luck on your fitness test too~☆

…Oh, oops, I almost forgot to say. Transfer student, thank you for the egg sandwich~! ♪

I’ve said a lot, but your cooking was really kind… Yeah. I really, really liked its taste. ♪

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Killua x Mika x I want to taste your honey

Killua marched along the path, Mika slumped over his shoulder. All signs of joy had faded from his face, replaced only by grim determination.

Angrily, he muttered to himself as he thought,

*It is for her own good*.

The trio, who had once been best friends, had become divided ever since Gon had made the rash decision to follow the dangerous goal of finding his lost father. With Killua having to act as the 'responsible one', the burden was growing heavier with each passing day.

“Killua, put me down.”

Mika hits his back, angrily.

Killua ignores her command,

"Don't even think about it."

He increases his pace ever so slightly, to deter Mika's thoughts of escape,

"Mika, you have no idea what you're doing."

" it's for your own good. You need to stay with us."

Killua continues walking, not paying any heed to the angry whacking of Miko's fists on his back.

“What did I do? I just don’t want to stay with you, that’s all,”

Mika says as she looks at Gon, who was carrying her backpack...

"You are going to stay with us,"

Killua says, a stern tone in his voice as he tries to keep his patience in check,

"You are not ready to be off on your own, and you know it."

Gon, ever the gentle soul, says,

"Don't be too hard on her Killua, there's no need."

"I'm the same age as you, Gon, Killua, but you act like I'm a child,"

Mika complains, looking away.

Killua growls,

"Then act your age."

Gon, in an attempt to lighten the tension,

"Mika, why did you want to run away in the first place?"

Mika ignores his question and looks away .

Killua growls again,

"I asked you a question."

Gon, wanting to try a different approach, tries again,

"Look, I get it, Ok? You don't like being treated like a child. But sometimes you just gotta stick it out. Besides, you have friends who care for you here."

“I just feel like I'm a burden to you both,”

Mika says, looking at Gon behind Keel's back.

Killua shifts Mika onto his other shoulder,

"Well, you're wrong,"

he says forcefully,

"I won't let my best friend run off by herself, because she thinks she is a burden."

Gon, also upset,

"We don't see you as a burden. You're our friend. We're in this together." He looks at Killua,

"Right, Killua?"

Killua nods, but does not give a verbal response.

“You're just saying this so I won't run away. I know I'm a burden,”

Mika complains gently...pursing her lips childishly.

Killua stops walking, his anger growing. He turns to Mika,

"Mika, listen to me. I am not a gentle person. I am not a patient person. If I did not have a reason for helping you, I would not be doing this right now."

Gon tries to calm Killua down.

"Killua-"

Killua silences Gon with a single look.

"I'm not done yet."

Killua faces Mica again,

"You are not a burden. We're friends and friends care for each other."

She covers her face and Killua's back, avoiding his anger...because she is very afraid of him when he does this

"Killua, don't be so hard on her-"

Gon tries again.

"I said I'm not done."

Killua's voice was stern, almost frightening. Mika heard Gon whimper, but she kept her face buried in Killua's back.

"Mika, look at me."

Killua's words were more forceful than before, and Mika knew he wouldn't leave until she did, so she reluctantly uncovered her face.

"Mika, look me in the eyes."

Killua's voice was softer than it had been before, but still firm.

Mika hesitantly looked up at him, and Killua could see the fear and sadness in her eyes. He felt bad for scaring her, but he knew he had to be harsh, or else she would run off again.

Killua glares at Mika.

"You might not realize this, but I'm worried about you."

Killua's usually harsh expression softens, and Mika can see an expression of genuine concern in his eyes.

"I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing if I didn't care about you."

He speaks again, his tone has returned to his usual harshness,

"So you stay with me And gon until you are ready to be on your own."

Killua takes a deep breath. His demeanor seems to lighten, although the tension in his voice lingers,

"I'm sorry for raising my voice like that."

Killua says, looking Mika dead in the eyes

"But I want you to understand, you're important to me and to Gon. You are *not* a burden."

Gon nods,

"Yeah, that's right."

He steps closer,

"We're a team. No one gets left behind."

Killua, now holding eye contact, says,

"Let me make this simple for you. I will not let you run away. No matter what you say to me, it will not change that fact."

Gon, afraid of what Killua might do if he tries to stop him, keeps silent, but his face tells the story of panic. He did not mean to upset Killua, so he watches, helplessly, as Killua and Mika engage in this stalemate.

Mika, sensing the tension, looks away quickly.

Killua and Gon walk into the room, and Killua places Mika on the bed. She tries to sit up, but Killua gently forces her back down,

"Sleep. You need to recover and rest."

Mika tries to argue, but her words are only met with a stern look from Killua. She knows there is no winning this argument, so she gives up.

Killua then turns to Gon,

"Stay with her. Don't let her up from that bed."

Killua's gaze remained on Mika after placing her on the bed. She sat there, a ball of tension in the center of the bed.

No one spoke, but the silence was charged with emotion.

Gon, sensing that the standoff was over, turned to Killua,

"I... I should probably go to my room. I'll see you tomorrow."

And he left.

Killua continued to glare at Mika, not speaking.

Mika, wanting a reprieve to the awkwardness, began untying her shoes.

Killua kneels in front of her and helps her take off her shoes,

“No, Killua, I can do this on my own.”

But Killua silences her.

"You always do this Mika, refuse my help and then struggle,"

Killua snaps,

"Well, I'm not letting that happen this time."

He continues untying the laces.

"Don't argue with me."

Mika feels a rush of emotion at the way Killua is speaking to her, but she doesn't want to upset him further, so she obeys.

"You really are a child,"

he says, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Mika, not liking the tone,

"I'm not a child."

she says defensively,

"I can take care of myself."

"It's no trouble,"

Killua says, his tone still tense,

"Besides, I would rather keep an eye on you."

Mika, unsure how long this standoff would continue, says,

"O...kay..."

Killua, without another word, slips the shoes off her feet. With both shoes removed, he places them by the door.

Killua approaches Mika and she takes off his backpack and throws it on the bed in annoyance...and now he will punish Mika as usual...he holds her hips tightly and brings her closer to him,

“Oh Killua, not again.”

Mika complains as she looks at him.

Killua's eyes narrow. He looks at Mika with a cold stare, before speaking sharply,

"Mika. Do you know what you are doing?"

Mika hesitates,

"Uhm, no, Killua."

She says with a confused expression.

Killua says nothing back. Instead, he roughly yanks her closer, using one arm to grab her hips and the other to grab her shoulders and pull her against him.

“Okay, Killua, just calm down.”

Mika says shyly,

“You’re just angry now... You don’t have to punish me because I’m just...”

Killua interrupts her and bites her lips to keep her quiet.

"Mika..."

Killua, with a mix of anger and passion, forces himself closer with no regard to Mika's feelings.

"Be... quiet..."

Mika, feeling the heat of Killua's body as he gets uncomfortably close, feels her face begin to redden, but also feels an odd feeling of elation, despite her anxiety.

Killua, sensing her emotions, says,

"Mika, don't you dare..."

“What do you want? Even if you are dating me, this is no excuse for you to punish me.”

Mika complains as she looks away.

Killua's anger begins to surface as Mika's words strike a nerve in him. He snatches Mika's chin, forcing her to look at him, before speaking,

"Mika, you may think this is 'punishment' if you want, but it is for your own good..."

Killua's hand shifts and his fingers run along Mika's jawline, his touch making Mika's heart race, before his hand moves towards her cheek, gently caressing it.

“Oh stop,”

Mika complains as she pushes his hands away.

“Your caresses don’t mean I won’t try to pull away again.”

Killua pushes her down on the bed,

"Mika. Did I ask for your permission?"

Before Mika can reply, Killua's hand pins her down and holds her head in place, preventing her from escaping.

Killua, with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and passion in his voice, says,

"Stop fighting me."."

Mika, trying to remain in control, says,

"Stop it! Let me go!"

Killua, however, chooses to ignore her. Instead, he speaks again,

"Mika, I like these little secret moments between us..."

Killua's face softens from his earlier grimace. Taking one finger, he presses it against her bottom lip,

"I don't think you understand,"

his voice is now quiet, "

...I don't want you to pull away."

Mika, confused by his sudden change in tone, tries to protest,

"B...but Killua, we aren't dating yet, you can't... I'm not-"

Killua's finger presses against Mika's lips, stopping her protest in its tracks.

“Mmm,”

Mika muttered, looking at him angrily .

Killua uses his free hand to brush her hair towards the side of her face, exposing her neck. Looking at her throat, he leans closer, before moving in to bite it.

"Mika,"

he says between small bites.

As the heat of their faces remained close, Killua spoke softly, his lips close enough to whisper in Mika's ear,

"Mika..."

Mika, feeling the flutter of butterflies in her stomach, closes her eyes as she focuses completely on the feeling of Killua's breath on her shoulder.

Killua's breathing grows more labored as he, too, begins to feel a rising passion,

"Mika... you really need to shut up now..."

"Don't make me shut up Killua, I have the right to say what I want,"

Mika complained as she looked at him.

Killua snorts in a mixture of amusement and irritation.

"Then why don't you make me?"

Mika, unsure how to react, says nothing.

Killua's breath, now filled with lust, moves even closer to Mika's skin.

"I know you want it, Mika, all I have to do is say a few words more before you become weak at the knees."

Mika's face, flushed bright red, says otherwise.

"No, you don't."

Killua's reply came out cold, before he added in a quieter tone,

"Not while we're like this"...

Mika, now with her lips very close to Killua's face and her body pressed into his, could hear his heart pounding quickly.

Killua, trying to contain his emotions, said,

"Mika, no one would hear us right now if I made you keep quiet."

Killua's grip on Mika tightens in response to her words,

"This isn't about rights, Mika. You are going to shut up right now."

Mika, feeling Killua's strength as he pins her to the bed, relents, shutting up with no further arguments.

Killua, not wanting to let any chance of her talking her way out of this slip away, uses his free hand to place a finger on Mika's mouth.

Killua's fingers were inside her mouth and she was trying to push them away while blushing.

Killua, feeling Mika's tongue against his finger, smiles ever so slightly.

"Be a good girl... and just be quiet."

Mika, feeling her cheeks flush with heat, nods slightly, although her expression remains one of anger. She says nothing more in response, only gritting her teeth.

Killua, sensing Mika's inner struggle between her emotions, removes his finger from her lips. He waits for her to say anything, but she does not speak up.

Mika breathes as she looks at him, “Why does your punishment have to be so perverted?”

she says, her chest rising and falling quickly.

"You have no right to complain, Mika,"

Killua snarls,

"You have been too much work since the day you met me and Gon. This is the least that you owe me."

Mika feels her heart racing as Killua stares into her eyes, but she does not respond as Killua's hand trails down to her chest.

Killua, not wanting to back down, persists. He pins her with his arms and continues to caress her chest, running his hands along her clothes.

Mika, feeling her dress being lifted up, realizes what he wants, and gasps.

She bites down hard to keep quiet while she feels her legs pushing down. As she continues to struggle, she realizes that Killua's grip is not slipping.

After a moment, Killua finally manages to pull Mika's dress up. He stares at her chest, and Mika can feel the heat rising in her face.

"Killua..."

Mika says weakly. She wants to protest, but something about this situation is making her feel a way that words can't describe.

Killua smiles, feeling pleased with the results of his efforts.

"That wasn't so bad was it, Mika. I think if you're going to be this much work in the future, you'll need to get used this."

"You heard me,"

Killua replies, using one hand to push Mika's dress up a little more.

Mika, feeling more and more embarrassed, whispers,

"Killua, please..."

"What was that?"

Killua says, his voice still quiet but now filled with a more serious tone.

"Do I need to remove the rest of that dress too, so I can hear you clearly?"

Mika, realizing that he is not joking, quickly adds,

"N...no, that won't be necessary."

Killua, his voice becoming slightly more forceful,

"I don't think you understand the situation you are in, Mika. You have two choices: either you accept this as your punishment, or I remove the dress myself."

Mika, despite her protestations that she would not like it, feels a part of her wanting Killua to remove the dress. Her heart races as she stares into his eyes, his words making her feel excited but also afraid.

"Good girl,"

Killua says, as if he is addressing a child who listened well

Mika, not wanting to make things worse for herself, remains silent.

Killua, now with both hands free, uses his other hand to caress her thighs. Mika closes her eyes in response, trying to pretend that this isn't happening, but her body gives off another wave of heat as she feels one of their hands moving along her inner thigh.

"I hope you're enjoying this, Mika,"

Killua says, his voice sounding more and more pleased with himself.

Mika, unsure what to do with her body, begins to squirm under Killua's touch.

Killua, noticing her reaction, continues to caress her upper and lower thighs in a circular pattern, slowly moving up towards her hips.

"Mika, if you keep this up, I will have to take these off."

Mika, unable to find any words that do not sound like encouragement, stays silent while Killua's touch continues to make her shiver.

" "Ok okay"

Killua, continuing to move up Mika's body, caresses her hips and slowly begins to press against her lower abdomen.

"You understand, don't you, Mika. You don't wear clothes like these if you're not looking for this."

Mika, wanting to protest, says nothing, allowing Killua to continue. She closes her eyes, trying to enjoy this as much as possible.

"Killua, no, mmm, "

Mika groaned, burying her face in the pillow

"Oh yes, there is, Mika."

Killua's voice, once soft and quiet, is now deep and filled with passion.

Mika, feeling his hand brush against her sensitive area, tries to push herself away.

But Killua, not wanting to let her escape so easily, grabs her leg and pushes it back towards his body.

Mika, realizing that her struggles were in vain, sighs in acceptance. She lets Killua do whatever he pleases, her body trembling from the new sensation.

Killua's hand continues to run along her skin, his fingers now directly on her sensitive area. Mika, unable to protest, lets out a quiet moan in response.

Killua, hearing that moan, becomes excited himself. He presses his hand against her, using his fingers to gently tease her.

"Mika..."

his voice is now a whisper,

"You have no idea how much "

Killua, sensing Mika's resistance was gone, let his touch become more forceful.

Slowly, he pushes his hand further and further until it touches one of Mika's sensitive areas. Mika, feeling the heat rush through her body, tries her best to stay still, but she begins to shake involuntarily.

Mika is unable to resist anymore. Her mind has become a haze and all she wants to do is give in. Her body is responding to Killua's touch in a primal way that she can't explain.

Killua, sensing that Mika was beginning to let her barriers down, continues to use his finger to tease her. He moves it in a swirling motion, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as her mind blanks in ecstasy.

"Mmm, oh, Killua."

Mika was trying to speak, but she couldn't.

Killua, seeing that his tactics are working, continues to stimulate her. Each time he hears her voice, he makes sure to push his finger closer and to tease her just a little bit longer before backing away.

Mika's body, once filled with tension at the start, is now completely relaxed and fully under Killua's control and his touch.

Killua, with a mix of pride and anticipation, says,

"Mika, I think you're enjoying this."

Mika, her mind now blank from the waves of euphoria, can do nothing but nod.

"Y...yea..."

she manages to say, her voice weak and shaky.

Killua, feeling his mission to dominate her coming to an end, begins to slowly increase the pressure of his finger.

Mika lets out a moan as her body fully gives in to the overwhelming sensation, her mind now completely absent from the activity. Her breathing grows heavy.

Killua, feeling Mika's body begin to shake, becomes even more excited. Before, he was content to tease her, but now he wants more. He pushes harder with his finger, and continues to stimulate her with a constant pressure.

Mika, despite the overwhelming pleasure, tries to hold her ground. But no matter how hard she tries, her body begins to squirm in response to Killua's touch.

Killua, seeing how completely under her control Mika is, decides that it is time. And with a soft push, he pushes his finger inside.

Mika's body responds with a deep moan, as her mind is filled with images that only serve to fill her with more pleasure.

Killua, hearing the sound as it escapes from deep within her body, smiles.

"Oh, Mika... just imagine if I started moving my finger."

He looks down at her, seeing her reaction. As he does this, he places a hand on her hip, pressing her leg back into place.

"But, I think that I won't move for just a moment more..."

“I know you want to beg me,”

Mika moans, looking at him.

Killua smirks,

"You're right about that."

With one hand still holding Mika's leg in place, Killua begins to move his fingers more.

Mika, unable to resist, lets out a gasp as her eyes widen. In a moment of weakness, she says,

"Oh, please..."

but then covers her mouth with a hand.

"Oh, no... did I just say that out loud?"

Killua, looking at her, says

"Yes... you did."

Killua, seeing Mika's look of anticipation, smiles.

He removes his hand from her hip and pushes his finger deeper inside. As he does so, he looks deep into her eyes, his gaze full of excitement and hunger.

"Mika, can you imagine?"

Killua whispers to her.

Mika's breath catches in her throat as Killua continues to stimulate her. Her eyes are looking back at his, filled with a look of both fear and arousal.

"N-no, I c..."

she trails off, unable to speak as she stares back at him.

Killua, looking back at her, places his other hand back on her hip as he continues.

"So, Mika..."

his voice is soft and inviting,

"When are you going to beg me to move my finger?"

“Please move your fingers inside me,”

Mika moaned softly.

Killua's eyes light up at the words, his expression full of desire as he slowly moves his finger back and forth, filling Mika with arousal.

Mika, unable to maintain her composure, continues to moan and pant. She turns her face away from Killua, but only for a moment, as he grabs her chin and forces her to look at him.

With one hand now caressing Mika's cheek, Killua says,

"Look at me, Mika. Give me eye contact. Show me what you really want."

“I want it so much, Killua.”

Killua, hearing her words, smiles with satisfaction. His finger continues to move gently inside of Mika, pushing her forward towards release.

"Good girl,"

Killua, says, gently stroking her leg.

"If you make more noises like that, then you might not be so lucky next time."

He continues to move his fingers at a steady pace, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. Mika's body begins to shudder as her breath grows fast and her heart rate increases

Mika, unable to control the sounds coming from her body, continues to moan as she presses herself upwards to meet his finger with more pressure.

Killua, sensing the pace and pressure of his fingers is just right, continues to stimulate Mika.

Mika's body is shaking in anticipation, her breath catching at the thought of what comes next. She feels like she is close to breaking.

Killua pushes his finger deeper, increasing the speed of his movements. He stares into Mika's eyes and says,

"Almost there, Mika..."

Mika, feeling herself unable to resist, lets out a loud moan as her body begins to shudder. Her face flushes red as she bites her bottom lip to try to keep herself together.

As the wave of pleasure increases, Mika's moans get softer, before she lets out a loud whisper,

"Killua... please..."

Killua, hearing Mika give in, continues to move his fingers, increasing the pressure in a consistent, slow, and rhythmic movement. Mika begins to shake, her breath coming in fast quick shallow breaths.

"Oh, Mika... you're so cute."

Killua stares down at her, his face filled with the feeling of both pride and excitement.

Mika, still shaking from her release, begins to fall back onto the bed. She tries to speak, but only a few broken words come out. She sighs, her eyes closing and breath catching.

Killua, noticing her exhaustion, pulls his finger out of her and says,

"Mika, rest for a moment."

Mika, unable to resist, complies and falls back onto the bed.

Killua, a broad smile on his face, says,

"Now that the morning is finally here, I think you are ready for your second lesson."

Mika, her eyes wide with fear, says "What do you mean by second lesson?"

Killua laughs, still moving against her body.

"You don't think I am going to let you get away without punishment, do you?"

Mika turns red with anger and embarrassment.

"I... I thought!"

Killua, with a serious tone, says,

"No, Mika. You thought wrong."

When Mika rested for a little while, Killua returned, but not with his fingers, but with something else that made Mika scream forcefully as she wrapped her arm around his neck...

Killua had put his hard length inside her... He was pushing his hips against hers forcefully and Mika was trying Not to make a sound that wakes Gon up.

Mika stares up at Killua with a look of surprise and confusion. She tries to speak, but her body's reaction overpowers her mind and all she can do is moan.

Killua, seeing her struggle to stay quiet, uses his free hand to cover Mika's mouth. He continues to drive his hips into her, pushing in deeper and deeper.

As Mika's eyes widen, Killua whispers

"Are you sure you don't want to wake Gon up yet?"

Mika, feeling her body beginning to shake again, wraps her hands and legs around Killua's body, holding him close. She looks up at Vegito with a mixture of fear and pleasure in her eyes, before she lets out a soft gasp,

"Killua..."

Killua, sensing Mika's reaction, smiles with satisfaction as he pushes deeper, using one hand to hold Mika's mouth closed, and the other to support himself.

Mika, unable to speak, continues to moan loudly as she wraps her legs around Killua's back. Her fingers grab onto his shirt as she pulls him closer.

Killua, pushing himself closer into her, says,

"Mika, you know what happens if you're too loud, right?"

Killua, seeing her nod, says,

"So, I think you'd best be quiet, my little bird."

Killua, looking down at her, says with a smirk

"Or I'll make you."

Killua, noticing that Mika's body is starting to relax in their embrace, takes his hand off her mouth.

"It's up to you, Mika."

Mika, unable to muster up a response, turns her head away from his gaze.

Killua, smiling, pushes deeper into her, his hand returning to one of her hips.

Killua, with a smile, pulls his finger out of her and places his hand on her hip.

Mika, her blush growing deeper as she feels the warmth of Killua's touch, looks up at him and whispers,

"Can you move your hand back there?"

she says while pointing at where his finger used to be.

Killua raises an eyebrow, but complies and moves his hand. With one finger, he gently rubs her sensitive area, using more pressure with each pass.

"Like that?"

he asks between breaths.Killua continues to thrust and rub her sensitive area at the same time.

Mika, struggling to resist the feeling of his fingers, nods. She closes her eyes and says,

"Yes, like that."

Killua, feeling Mika's response to him, smiles and continues to move his fingers. He slowly moves them back and forth, and up and down, with a gradual increase in pressure.

In the back of her mind, Mika becomes aware of a strange sensation within her body, her breath catching in her throat and her heart pounding.

"Oh... oh..."

Mika, unable to control her body's reaction, trembles as she lets out a loud moan.

Mika, feeling the sensation building once more, says to him with a voice filled with lust,

"Just a little more to the left..."

Mika, her face flushed with passion, nods slightly.

"Yes, Killua..."

she says in a whisper, her muscles clenching in response to his touch. Her breathing is shallow as she tries to maintain a level of decorum while still in public.

Killua, seeing the effect his touch has on Mika, pushes his finger further inside and deepens his movements even further. His voice is still low, but it is beginning to break as his own arousal grows in pace with Mika's.

"I'm going to make you scream..."

he whispers.

Mika was still feeling Killua pushing his hard length inside her while moving his fingers in her sensitive area. It was a very painful and beautiful feeling at the same time...

"Mika, don't bite your tongue,"

Killua whispers,

Mika, her body shaking and her voice trembling, gasps at the feeling of Killua's movement.

"Oh, Killua... I can't..."

she mutters out in a breath. She lets out a series of soft but steady moans.

Killua, not letting his movement slow, says

"Yes... that's right, Mika."

Mika, her body reacting to those words, tries her best to stay quiet. She bites down on her bottom lip and squeezes her legs together in an attempt to hold herself back.

________

Killua, seeing Mika's attempts, takes her bottom lip between his teeth and pulls it gently.

Mika, feeling the pain and knowing his intentions, says

"No, Killua..."

but her voice breaks and she lets out another moan.

Killua, pulling her lower lip further into his mouth, moves his finger deeper and quicker into the sensitive area.

"It's too late to change your mind now..."

he whispers.

"Mika, you're going to make me..."

Killua says before stopping himself.

Mika, feeling his body grow even harder inside her, closes her eyes and tries to remain completely silent.

She feels herself begin to breathe faster and her body slowly tense up. Her legs begin to tremble, but she tries her best to keep her hands on the bed and her mind on the task at hand.

Killua, now fully into the moment, say

"Almost"

Mika, feeling unable to hold back anymore, lets out a deep moan that she herself was not expecting. Killua feels her wetness underneath him and he laughs, a sign that she is enjoying it and that she is very close.

Killua, his breath catching in surprise, immediately slows his movements. He stops moving his fingers and pauses his hip thrusts.

Looking down at Mika, one hand holding her lips shut, Killua asks quietly,

"Not so loud, Mika."

Mika, still shaking from her release, lets her head fall back on the bed. She gasps in surprise and closes her eyes in embarrassment.

Killua, feeling her wetness, smiles at her with a smirk.

"You're a little too loud, Mika,"

he whispers, looking down at her.

" Because of you."

She says shyly as she looks at him

“It's normal for this to come out of me.”

Mika complains as she looks at him

Killua, looking down, sees Mika's gaze shift to him.

"Oh, Mika. I know your body loves this. I can tell, after all,"

he says with a smirk.

"It's just that Gon is in the other room, and I don't want him to know what we're doing."

Killua pauses and then says,

"You know what I mean."

Mika, still shaken by her own release, can only nod shyly in response. She looks at Killua and mutters out,

"I understand."

Killua turns Mika around and makes her lie on her stomach on the bed and he starts thrusting from behind slowly .

Mika, feeling his movements from behind, begins to tense up again. Her hands slowly move downwards to grip the bed sheets beneath her. Her body shivers from pleasure as she lets the sensations overtake her.

Her breathing starts to pick up, and she opens her eyes to see what is happening. She looks up at Killua over her shoulder and says with a smile,

"It feels so good, ..."

Mika, feeling Killua's hands move her body, starts to protest.

"Killua..."

she says as she tries to pull herself back.

But then, her body responds and she begins to shake. Her words fall short and all she can manage is a breathless, desperate moan.

Killua, continuing to thrust, places a hand on Mika's hip

. "That's it, Mika. Enjoy this for me, okay?"

“It hurts so much from behind,”

Mika complained, burying her face in the bed sheets .

"It's fine, Mika."

Killua's voice is a whisper. He moves his hand from her hip towards her waist.

"Don't worry, it will all be over soon."

His voice is calm and he smiles at her gently.

His fingers move back towards her lower half, gently tracing circles around her sensitive area.

"How does that feel, Mika?"

his voice is still soft as he continues to move slowly.

“It's very warm...but it's a little painful...but I'll get used to the length of your penis,”

Mika says while whispering...

Killua's expression changes into one of pleasure at the sound of Mika's voice. He nods and says.

"Yes, Mika, you will."

Killua, keeping his rhythm and pace constant, turns his head slightly towards Mika.

"Do you know what I plan on doing to you after this, Mika?"

he asks with a smile.

" no "

Killua's smile grows even wider at Mika's response.

"When this is all done... I'm going to put you into the shower and wash you properly."

There's an obvious implication in his voice as Killua says this.

Mika's ears turn red and she turns towards Killua.

"Killua, is that..."

she pauses as she searches for her words.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Killua, seeing Mika's surprise, nods quietly. He pauses his movement and says very softly,

"Mika, I will be giving you something special when this is all over."

Mika turns her face towards him, her expression filled with curiosity and confusion.

"Special... what do you mean... special?"

she whispers.

Killua's smile grows even wider. "You'll just have to wait and see, my dear bird,"

he says as he moves back and continues to thrust.

Killua, seeing Mika's effort, makes sure to keep himself stable. He looks down and sees her push her body against his, a smile still on her face.

Mika, using one hand, tries to hold her mouth shut to keep away any noises. However, this effort is slowly lost as her body begins to shake.

Killua, pushing in a little further, sees this and asks,

"I'm getting close, Mika..."

“Do it Killua, I want to feel your warmth inside me,”

she moaned as she looked at him and bit her lips hard.

Killua, hearing her words, nods and increases his pressure. He moves his other hand back onto her waist and continues to move his hips at a steady pace.

Mika, feeling his body thrust inside her, closes her eyes tightly and begins to shake more violently.

Killua's own words catch in his throat.

"Mika, you feel so-"

he pauses for a moment and then continues with

"Good..."

“Mmm, Killua, ahhh,”

she moaned, arching her back forcefully.

Killua, seeing Mika's reactions, holds her waist firmly with both hands and increases his speed and pressure.

Mika struggles to keep her noises muffled. Her breath grows louder and faster with every thrust. Her legs squirm against the bed.

"Mika, you want to-"

he starts to say, but stops when he feels her body shake even more intensely.

He moves his other hand off of her waist and moves it towards her bottom.

"Mika..."

he whispers, looking at her with what appears to be excitement. He uses his hand to slightly move her back down onto the bed as he increases his pace even further.

"Mika,"

Killua's voice becomes hoarse as he struggles to find his words. His body moves back even further and he continues to increase his pace.

Mika's body moves on its own, as she tries to push back against Killua. Her body is shaking and her breath is catching in her throat.

"I think I'm... about..."

his breath catches.

"Oh, Mika..."

Killua's voice has no tone left to it. He moves his hand from her waist to her leg as he continues.

"Killua, I can feel it. It's close, very close. Hurry."

Mika moans. She moans. Killua grabs her hair tightly to help him push harder.

Killua, hearing her, wraps his arms tightly around Mika's body. He pulls her back against him and moves his hips faster and deeper than before.

Mika's hair clings to Killua's arms as she holds onto him tightly. She makes soft, but heavy-sounding, groans as she bites onto her bottom lip.

Killua, feeling Mika's excitement, nods and moves his body back even more. He moves his hips forwards and back in a steady rhythm.

[jjkeremika]

Roadtriiiiip!

description: eren and mikasa are on a road trip. their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa (aot/snk)

disclaimer(s)?: smutty; finger sucking?; fingering; penetration; no condom he came inside; outside

nsfw/mdni

“eren,” mikasa said his name as she rounded the passenger door to the trunk of the car, following to where eren was heading, “do you need help?” she watched him open the trunk with a huff and an eye roll. “i can help. let me help.”

eren shuffled through the items in the trunk, his chest raising and falling in aggravated breaths. “i got it,” he replied sternly, barely glancing over as he continued to rifle for his toolbox.

she felt a lump in her throat at the light glare he shot her, and a light sting in her tear glands. she reminded herself that he wasn’t frustrated with her, just the situation.

car stopped in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day with no signal. she was genuinely thankful it was the middle of the day, he was here, had the tools, and capable of using them. but she didn’t blame him for being stressed and angry.

he found the toolbox and haphazardly dragged it and angrily closed the trunk. “i said i got it, mika.” he looked at her, his eyes solid and fiery, his voice firm. just—” he stopped, closed his eyes and visibly took a deep, calming inhale. “wait nearby. don’t go far alone.”

she became eerily aware of her heart beating. she nodded silently, but he had already walked to the hood of the car and exposed the engine.

after a moment passed and she processed the light pang in her pelvis that always made her blush furiously, she hid inside the passenger seat of the car.

the open hood hid her from eren’s view, but it also hid him from hers. she felt her stomach drop as she thought of the sweat of working on a hot engine under the sun, the sweat rolling down his silky-looking skin, following the trails of and accentuating the muscles in his neck and arms.

eren’s biceps were probably bulging as he explored and fixed the machinery. his defined back and firm ass on display as he bent over the engine and the shirt hem raised, threatening to expose more of him. the thought of touching herself behind the temporary barrier popped into her head and she audibly gasped, physically heating up.

she started to feel uncomfortably hot in the car, feeling the beads of sweat both form on and roll down the edges of her face and the back of her neck.

“i need to take a walk,” she expressed, scrambling to sit up and stand out of the seat.

curiosity got the best of her and she peaked over the side of the hood, earning a side view of the veins in his arms popping out with each turn of the tool.

she admired his focus, the intensity flaring in his eyes before her gaze trailed along his sharp jawline, inching towards his defined collarbones peaking out of his shirt collar.

mikasa kept walking, her eyes fixed on him as her feet led her some distance behind him, catching full sight of the view she imagined, the painted picture that was stuck in her head (a clothed version, but nonetheless).

she forced her attention off of him, turned her head to pay attention to the mindless trail her feet followed.

mountains and dust and brush and trees and dirt. one long road in both directions, bending into the horizon as it continued for however long, far beyond the eye can see. reds and browns and deep greens and striated rocks and mountains and canyons larger than she could believe. clumps of trees that aged as melted glaciers carved out the terrain.

she jumped at the flock of birds that sprung into action, flew from a hidden stock in the trees. with her hand over her chest she took a deep breath, watched them fly away.

she screamed when a hand roughly grasped her wrist, yanked her backwards with a nonconforming grip. she screamed and raised her other arm for defense, but the offender grabbed her other wrist and held them both against her chest.

she finally opened her eyes and processed the sight and her rapid breathing slowed as she registered the voice. “mikasa! mikasa, chill the fuck out!”

“oh my god, eren,” she froze in place, her muscles still tensed as her chest worked overtime to recover, “you can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

his eyes were wide, scared, frantic. his tough clasps on her wrists barely softened. he gasped out the breath he held in a disbelieving chuckle. “i’ve been calling your name.” he lowered her arms, but didn’t let go. “did you not hear me?”

she blinked twice. “what?”

his expression lightened, his eyebrows unfurled. “let’s just go back to the car, okay? i think i fixed it.”

she nodded, her lips curling into a tiny smile as she realized his hands had slipped into hers, his fingers loosely embracing hers.

she glanced down to their mingling fingertips, starting to feel the warmth of his touch. he looked away, his hair sliding at the movement to cover his ear, and his palm slipped into hers, intertwining their fingers. he silently led her to the car, and she was slightly surprised at how far she’d walked when she noticed how small the car looked.

she pouted when he released her hand and closed the open hood. she openly admired his arms, the part of his neck peaking through his hair.

mikasa hopped in surprise slightly when she noticed eren turning around to look at her, and she turned away, her cheeks turning pink and her breathing becoming more difficult.

he smiled, felt his own heart skip at her secret adoration. “mikasa,” he started, reaching out for her, hovering over her upper arms, looking down at her, “i, um. i was really worried when i couldn’t see you.”

the eye contact faltered, glanced to the side out of nervousness. his hands gently slid down her forearms to her wrists.

she felt her heart swell from the vessel dilation, felt the heat rush through her entire body and settle in select parts that were now screaming for attention. “i—”

“so don’t fucking wander like that,” he finished sternly, his eyebrows furrowing, the pink to red blush caressing his cheeks.

she leaned onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, mostly just resting them onto his muscular, broad shoulders.

she felt the hairs prickling against her skin, magnetically pulling her towards him. “yes, eren,” she whispered, staring at the bubbles of enjoyment and nerves and sex suspended in his grassy eyes. she pushed her body weight onto him and rested her chin on his shoulder, falling into a hug. “whatever you say, eren.”

the hot breath stimulated the skin near his ear, sending shiver after shiver down his spine, the skin tingling and lighting up his brain at her touch.

he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, letting both hands settle near her tailbone, licking at the end of her spine. he applied light pressure to her back, pushing her into him more.

mikasa leaned back and turned her head, staring at him. he scanned her face, then slowly leaned in, his insides burning and twisting as their lips pressed together, as she actually kissed him back.

they kissed softly for a few seconds before their lips were smoothly gliding and sliding together, his tongue and teeth grazing her bottom lip.

he lightly bit the lip tissue as his hands slid down the curve of her spine and settled on her bum, immediately cupping and squeezing the soft and fleshy tissue.

eren groaned into the kiss, lightly smacked her ass and smirked when she gasped.

with his hands firmly on her hips, his thumbs settling perfectly into the divots in the bone, his finger gracing the exposed skin just above her long skirt, eren walked her backwards until he heard the light thud of the calves bumping against the car. her butt fell onto the hood of the car, the material echoing underneath.

eren leaned over her, lowered one hand to the side of her thigh while he kissed her deeper, until her back was against the car.

and then he was lifting her up by her thighs and dragging them to his waist, tapping her bum lightly to instruct her to wrap her calves around him, cage and lock himself in. he started to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head farther back, baring her neck for him to claim, gasping and smiling with each wet, smooth touch.

he was pushing his crotch into hers, the erection so eager and obvious and he felt his cock’s ghostly throb at the sound of her sporadic breaths, at the pleasant taste of her skin despite being under dry sun.

his arm slid from her thigh to her butt, squeezed and slapped the squishy flesh before wrapping itself around her waist and drawing her closer, their bellies touching. he used his arm and core strength to lift her slightly, used his other hand to repeatedly smack her ass, smiling and chuckling breathlessly as she moaned and curled in, exposed more of her bum.

she kept her eyes closed and allowed herself to smile into the kiss as their lips locked and their tongues meshed. mikasa’s hands moved from clutching onto and exploring the skin of his back through the shirt to blindly reaching for her skirt, grasping at the fabric and frantically pulling it up.

eren pulled away from the kiss, which was exactly what she was trying to avoid, and she almost silently whined, “no,” as his attention switched to the hand fisting her skirt.

his sultry smirk widened, his pupils dilated like nightfall over a sea of algae, overtaking and transforming the view. he looked back to her eyes, the gradient grey replaced with a radiant black, effervescent like a maturing raven.

the hand not wrapped around her immediately moved to the hem of her skirt, assisted her in the process of rolling it up her legs. they shared a smile once it had reached her hips, and he kissed her again and moved both hands to his belt.

did the buckle break when it hit the tarmac, having been thrown aside onto hot concrete with negative care? sounded like it.

the hand that had tossed the belt drew to her neck, cupping her cheek and caressing her jaw. he let his tongue slide against hers. he bit her bottom lip, pushed his crotch into hers in a smooth rhythm.

he pulled back, hesitantly raised two fingers to her lips. mikasa glanced up with round eyes, unfairly framed by babydoll lashes, and the blood pulsed right to his cock, flooded his brain.

“fuck, you look so pretty, mika,” he confessed the only thought on his mind, and she blushed rouge as her mouth enveloped his fingers, as her tongue licked around the skin.

her nose crinkled as the faint taste of hand sanitizer registered on her tongue. she supposed she should be grateful he used it at all, given the mechanic cameo. she channeled the distaste into her firm hold on the skirt hem. she relocated her attention to the pleasant feeling of eren’s lips on her neck.

“well, actually, you always look pretty,” he mumbled against her neck, the touch tingling her skin and the sentiment tingling her heart. he removed his fingers from her mouth, directed them right under her skirt instead.

“ooh,” mikasa moaned softly, her pelvic muscles reacting to the heat of his arm between her thighs, to the thin pause and knowledge of his finger nearing her pelvis.

he slipped her underwear to the side immediately, then placed his hand over her crotch, pressed the pads of his middle finger against her pulsing muscles and she gasped at the free air, and again at the air removed by his touch.

eren timed the start of his sentence with a wiggle of his fingertip, a smooth touch to her touch-deprived and sensitive skin, “but you look fucking gorgeous right now.” he delicately bit at her clothed shoulder, like he was restraining himself. “the way you are.”

he played with her clit, smirking against her skin and kissing innocently along her jaw. “the way the sun hits you.”

mikasa gasped loudly, one which then transitioned into a moan as eren lowered his finger and pressed them inside her. “oh, fuck,” he moaned too, fixating on how easily he slid inside her, how it wasn’t because she fucking sucked on his fingers.

“the way you look at me.” meanwhile he used his other hand to frantically tug his pants down, free his restrained erection. his sentences breathy, his brain too distracted by her that he needs a second to reform and get it out. “the way you’re on my fucking car right now.”

she couldn’t kiss him while his fingers were folding and poking inside her, while she could feel the blood rushing to accompany his touch, while she could so clearly hear and feel the liquid pouring out of her and haphazardly soaking his appendages. the air was forced out of her lungs with each upward motion, each bend of the knuckle or rub to her clit, and she needed her mouth to breathe, because each breath wasn’t enough. not even close.

“no, eren, don’t stop,” mikasa cried out, attempting to sit onto her elbows but they slid against the shiny hood, partially due to her sweaty skin.

his smile in the moment felt warmer than the sun beating down on them, warmer than the highest degree on the temperature scale. he reached his other hand out, touched it to her muscles and it so easily slipped in.

“ooh, yes,” she moaned throatily, happily, leaning back against the car and letting her hands pull on his shirt and feel his chest and abs.

“god, the way you fucking look right now,” eren gasped out, the liquid streaming out of her further lubricating his fingers and her pussy, “unholy. unreal.”

mikasa was smiling more than she ever had, her cheeks aching from the steady contraction, and she let each sound mindlessly slip from her parted lips as she let the skirt drape over his arm and raked his chest.

his fingers were removed and she was about to sit up again, about to say something when his bare tip was presenting itself to her lips instead.

she moaned and nodded her head, unsure if he could even tell, and he slowly pushed in, both of them gasping and muttering profanities at the feeling.

the slowness dragged the feeling out, let both of them relish in the pleasurable contortion of the other.

eren’s lips found their way back to hers and he kissed her before she could turn away. he snaked his arm back around her waist to hold her in place and pulled out, the drag exaggerating the temporary lag in mikasa’s mind.

she moaned and exhaled into the kiss once his hips snapped back and collided with hers, his tip meshing against her soft sensitive tissue. he licked into her mouth, immediately withdrew his hips and did it again.

she wrapped his head in her hands and lowered it, pushed his lips from hers so she could breathe. the breathless kissing and relentless pounding was making her dizzy, and she was pretty certain she was hot and sweaty from him than the sun.

his nuzzled his nose between her collarbones and kissed and licked along the thin skin of the bone. a tingling, airy, ghostly sensation, one that pulsed strongly to her pelvis and even further lubed his enveloped cock.

his pace had quickened rapidly, his hips brutally slapping against hers, the obscene sound echoing in the open air, birds and cows and rocks unwillingly overhearing.

they moaned each other’s names at the same time, a throaty “eren” and hearty, low “mikasa.” solidifying and expanding their mental connection.

“oh, fuck, mika, i— fuck.” he was slowing down. his thrusts were hard but sloppy, less controlled. he was succumbing to her warm and wet and inviting cunt. he was giving in the time-compounded crush and fortified feelings in his gut.

her legs tightened around his waist and her fingers dug into his back and scalp, tugged harshly on his hair. the moans were growing in number and volume, and the heat building inside her was about to explode like gunfire in gasoline.

“mikasa, i, i think i love you,” he confided with multiple thrusts, with counted breaths.

one sharp thrust into her sweet spot and the euphoria overwhelmed her, washed over her in repeating waves that made her want to scramble away, run away from the intense and stimulating emotion. but her thighs kept her anchored to him, his hips still sporadically thrusting in.

her clenching around him was all he needed to release his restraint and cum mindlessly inside her, breathlessly heaving over her as he stilled his movements and his hands held his weight over her, arms shaking from the pleasurable effort.

they silently caught their breath, allowed their heart beats to return to a somewhat steady (albeit elevated) state and fixed their clothing before they both spoke, again testing their connection.

“do you actually love me?” mikasa asked carefully, her stomach unsettled by uncertainty, her heart afraid of shatter.

her voice overlapped with eren’s. “i meant what i said.” his heart was beating nervously now. this might make the rest of the car ride to armin’s campus awkward.

then they both asked, “what?”

eren gestured with his hand to let mikasa speak, but she shook her head and hand, insisting eren went first.

“i meant what i said.” he shifted the weight between his feet. “i do love you.” he shrugged sheepishly, a pink blush on his cheeks. “have for a while now.”

mikasa stood up, wobbling slightly before regaining her balance and wincing at the unregrettable ache and throbbing remnants in her pussy. she fell into him, wrapped her arms around him. eren instantly reciprocated the action, but took her body weight into his arms, let herself be protected and held by him.

“hm, that’s good,” she hummed happily, almost sing-songy. she tittered, looking up at him with happy, amused, satisfied eyes. “because you could be a dad.”

[drabbles-mc]

here it is!!! the return of my roman empire!!!!!!

the way you immediately set the tone with Mika's palpable anxiety. amazing. chef's kiss. and who could blame her???????!!!!

So much for keeping the information contained between just her and Connie. So much for keeping the DEA out of it. -> the way that all of us, and also Mika, mention any of the alphabet soup government agencies with the same emotion as timmy turner's dad talking about his neighbor

The door fell open to reveal the barrel of a Glock that Kiki had given her years ago, shining in the low light of the car. -> one of the things that Kiki and Mika have in common is that they do NOT fuck around. and i love them both for that. also anytime i see the word "glock" all i can think of is that audio snippet that says, "Glockin' into work. Strapped." and it sends me into fits of giggles every time lmao

She distinctly remembered, as she took in the scene, being afflicted with an almost inappropriate sense of relief that Rita wouldn’t have had to clean all of that up herself. -> this is SUCH a statement and testament to her character. it also makes me want to cry a little bit. but god i just feel like this one sentence really says so much about her and i love every bit of it

Or, her life. Now. -> EXCUSE ME??? HOW DARE YOU????

okay OBVIOUSLY i don't want her to turn Javi into swiss cheese but like. a graze injury after being dumb enough to sneak up on her like that??? karma. evolutionary justice. it would've been deserved but lucky for him Mika has far more restraint than me 😂😂

“But do you, Agent Peña?” / “Do I what?” / “Really matter?” -> YEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!! god kay there are so many things that i can always count on you to deliver. but letting these women be absolutely EVERYTHINGGGGG is definitely something i know is like. a staple. like coffee at a diner. i know it's always gonna be there and it's always gonna be good. *chefskissjustright*

“You’re not gonna make me invoke my dead husband’s name to shame you into telling me, are you?” -> nah but she's so right for this. if i was her??? a bitch would not hesitate if it was going to get the job done.

“Not something that comes naturally?" He let her hand slid out of his almost reluctantly before crossing his arms. "You wanna explain what that’s supposed to mean, exactly?” -> javi. JAVIER. we both know what this means. your skull ain't that thick. she said it and she was RIGHT!!

i'd copy/paste the dialogue that has me eating popcorn hand over fist but that would just be this ENTIRE conversation. i love her. i love that she is firm and real and honest and angry. she's earned that tenfold!! and tbh Javi needs to hear that shit. god. we love Mika Camarena in this house.

“So, I think a better question is, do you know how fucked up it all is?” -> RAHHHHH. this was such. SUCH a perfect conclusion to what she was saying. my heart hurts for her so much in such a tangible way but this just tied it up so perfectly. I'm in awe.

She looked him up and down, sizing him up like she hadn’t gotten it right the first time and decided, in that moment, she respected him infinitely more than she had just minutes ago. -> nothing to say other than this is such a delicious little piece of description. what a sentence. i can picture it so clearly i could scream.

“It makes sense now, chain-of-command and all that, but if I’d known direct worked better than diplomacy, I would’ve started off yelling.”  -> Mika really is the realest motherfucker out there and i love her for that

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I LOVE HER. I COULD DROWN MYSELF IN THIS AU. MIKA CAMARENA MY QUEEN.

For Those That Seek the Jungle's Forgiveness | Part 2

(formerly "Gone. Like That." Catch up with -> Part 1)

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Pairing: Mika Camarena & Connie Murphy and Mika Camarena x Javi Peña

Word count: ≈ 5.2K

TWs: Canon-typical violence, major character death, grief/mourning, loss of significant other, discussion of guns

This was an argument she'd had a long time ago with men in fancy suits that held prestigious, official-sounding titles and had absolutely no intention of actually listening. Mika almost accidentally manslaughters Javi when he sneaks up on her on dark street at night, and then she proceeds to roast him for pulling some trick-ass shit, not keeping in contact with Connie while he’s been looking into Steve’s disappearance. Eventually, he accepts that Mika’s 40x smarter and wiser than him and bends the knee to the real comandante of this operation and comes one step closer to realizing he’s lowkey in love with her.

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Mika glanced at her watch. Almost exactly half past eleven. She pulled up and idled in front of Connie and Steve’s place, staring at the front steps and metal railing that led to the black, geometric, lattice work on the front door.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. By who? No clue. But with every tick of her watch, she jumped, confusing it with the phantom sound of a camera snapping. She could already see what the picture might look like: her station wagon parked conspicuously in front of the building, bathed in the warm, sallow glow of the street lights. 

Hand on the wheel, she leaned forward, surveying the street with an outstretched index finger before making a U-turn and parking on the other side of the street. The engine was already off by the time she noticed it in the rear view mirror, a familiar boxy silhouette, two cars back, jacked up on all four wheels, that giant hood covering the back. Shit. It was Javi’s. She’d recognize that jalopy anywhere. So much for keeping the information contained between just her and Connie. So much for keeping the DEA out of it.

Oh well, she’d just have to find a way to convince Javi to go it alone with them. That would probably take some doing. She’d have to call Laura, see if she could look after Kikito and Danny for a few more hours. She hated to be more of a burden but they couldn’t risk Javi getting a bunch of agencies involved that would only eat the clock fighting over jurisdiction, paperwork, money. Plus, Danny loved when Laura showed him all the new additions to their huge fish tank.

Still, it was strange. Didn’t Connie say on the phone that Javi went back embassy? He did live downstairs, though. He might've just stopped at home. But Connie made it sound like he’d left in a rush. Maybe he forgot to tell her something important. That’d make a lot more sense than him being home. Hell, chasing a man they didn’t know and would probably never meet, these guys always found reasons not to come home. Chasing a partner gone MIA? Fucking forget it. So sure, maybe he’d got some news. Maybe he’d booked it back in a hurry because the news was bad. Mika shook her head. No, no, don’t go there. Not yet.

Reaching over, she popped the glove box. The door fell open to reveal the barrel of a Glock that Kiki had given her years ago, shining in the low light of the car. Was she really going to walk around with this now? Was it even necessary? Of course it was. Steve was missing and this place was a war zone. She tucked it into her bag, keeping her hand inside around the grip but off the trigger just like Kiki showed her. This sense of certainty had been almost unthinkable back when he had first suggested he teach her how to use a gun. 

It had been right after the DFS shot Víctor in that cafe and the Guadalajara cartel put a hit out on Roger. A vision of the Knapps’ front yard and driveway, littered with sheets of broken glass, struck her. Goosebumps erupted, traveling up the back of her neck as the memory replayed.

Kiki had been gently rubbing her back while they were watching Roger and Rita frantically jam suitcases in the trunk of their car, the same glass crunching beneath each frenzied step they took. She distinctly remembered, as she took in the scene, being afflicted with an almost inappropriate sense of relief that Rita wouldn’t have had to clean all of that up herself.

Looking from the driveway back to her, Kiki declared almost out of the blue, 'See if Clarice can watch Danny and Kikito sometime this week. I’m gonna take you to the range.’

He was startled when she’d started laughing, beside herself because the whole thing was absurd, right? Except, the look of unwelcome assurance in his eyes, an ominous forecast of what was to come, reminded her that it wasn’t. And that itself was absurd. 

‘Baby, c’mon I’m serious.’ She could make out the ridge of his jaw bone under the skin, tensed to keep his voice low as he shook his head. ‘No. We can’t count on them coming after just me anymore. And I won’t leave you alone without knowing you can at least protect yourself, protect the boys. I’m tryin’ to end this, you know I can’t be with you all the time.’

She took a deep breath to quiet the anxious laughter. A flat look of resignation had passed over her face as she breathed out, ‘No, you’re right. You’re right.’

He put his arm around her and pulled her in so she could rest her head on his shoulder, lips dusting her forehead with a quick kiss.

‘No, I’m sorry. And I know, I know, I know. You don’t even have to say it, okay? As soon as I get this motherfucker Félix, we can start looking for places in San Diego. But right now, I need to know you can take care of business. I mean, look, okay?’ he threw his hand up, waving it around in the direction of the house. ‘Look– I mean, fuckin’ Roger was makin’ fuckin’ pancakes for his kids when they started shooting up the place!’

Mika mumbled something in agreement. 

‘And anyway, you’ll feel better knowing you can kick some ass,’ he looked down and gave her a wink, ‘y’know, the Calexico way.’

The warmth of the smile in his voice got her to crack one too. 

And the thing was, he had been right. She had felt better after that. Taking Kikito to school, baseball practice, doctor’s appointments, going for lunch with Ana and Ronnie, thinking about what guys who pulled her over - like that greaseball with the slicked back hair and sunglasses - would do if she flashed a gun when she reached for her license instead of cash. It might not have changed the outcome much. But at least they wouldn’t have been so smug, knowing she wasn’t going to make things easy for them. The naive part of her that had been stuck back in Calexico knew how insane that was. But the part of her there, in Guadalajara, had understood that’s simply how things needed to be. Such was their life.

Or, her life. Now.

And would you look at that? Steve gone, it was all hell breaking loose, all over again. Except whatever optimism she might’ve clung to back then like a deflating life raft went to the grave with Kiki. So, these days, she had no problem admitting she felt better with a gun. Kiki put it as, ‘knowing she could kick some ass.’ Today, she thought of it as more, in the likely event that she didn’t survive, she could make whoever decided to fuck with her regret choosing her to fuck with.

She steeled herself with a breath before opening the car door, then pulled the handle and swung it open. Kicking one leg out and whipping her head around to check the street, she felt like a periscope rising out of the sea, slowly standing up. Clear. Good. And with more self-assurance than she felt, she shut the car door, locked it, and made a beeline for the concrete stairs of the building entrance, fighting every step of the way not to give over to the mental image of being tracked by crosshairs, to not think about a little red dot on her back right where her heart would be. 

Halfway to the other side of the street, a voice rang out from the dark behind her. “Hey stranger.”

She stopped cold, heart pounding so fiercely, she wondered if maybe she hadn’t been right about the crosshairs and this was what being shot was like. Relief nearly knocked her on her ass when, glancing down to make sure she was still in one piece, she realized there was nothing. Hand still gripping the gun in her bag, she whipped around faster than she could think, nearly clocking Javi in the jaw with the barrel. Just barely dodging the blow, his hands went up in a gesture of armistice, and froze like that in the middle of the street, laughing awkwardly. 

“Oh my god, you scared the shit outta me. Enserio, cabrón? Has vuelto loco? Sneaking up behind a woman on a dark street? In one of the most dangerous cities in the world? Do you have a death wish?”

“Er, sorry. Yeah, I guess I sorta forgot living in a place as, uh–”

“Lawless? Insane as Medellin?”

”I was gonna say uh, unpredictable— but yeah, of course this isn’t really be new to you, is it? Pero,” he slowly brought one of his hands down and pushed the gun barrel to the side with his index finger to inspect it, “pues tengo que admitir que no esperaba que sí estuvieras tan preparada.”

He put his hand back up but something in looking at the gun made him drop his shoulders and relax into that familiar, annoying, Saturday-afternoon, Javier-‘The Man’-Peña posture he assumed when he was especially pleased with himself. 

“What?” Mika’s eyebrows shot up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Man, I don’t know how to tell you this exactly,” he said, scratching his forehead. “But at the risk of er— taking a bullet to the face when I do, I— well, you should probably know that, uh … well, your safety’s on.” 

From the position marked with a tiny, engraved letter “S,” the safety switch mocked Mika as much as the upturned sides of Javi’s mustache. He kept his hands up as if to reassure her that she was still in control but doing a piss-poor job because he couldn’t seem to hide that shit eating smirk on his face. 

“Well,” she narrowed her eyes and shrugged, trying to play it off, “maybe I’m not out to get anyone killed. Maybe I just wanna scare them. You think anyone who matters is really gonna notice?” 

He cocked his head like a curious puppy, smiling even more, “I did.” 

“But do you, Agent Peña?” 

“Do I what?” 

“Really matter?” Mika shot back, voice laden with sarcasm but enough good humor to show she didn’t mean it.

They stared at each other for a moment and the combination of the half-wounded expression on his face and the way the street lights lit it orange like a fake tan made her want to laugh. 

“Ah shit,” she glanced down the barrel of the gun, tipping it slightly to the side, “that is such a Soccer Mom move. But y’wanna know what’s worse?” 

A touch of curiosity came to keep Javi’s smirk company, the desire to hear her answer punctuated by his silence.  

Mika shrugged. “My kids don’t even play soccer.”

Javi looked down, shoulders shaking as he tried to direct his laughter into the pavement instead of at her. It didn’t matter though because she was laughing too. Standing in the middle of the street, they dropped their hands and busted up together so synchronously, it looked almost rehearsed.

Once their little fit subsided, Javi was the first to come up for air. “So, what’s a rogue lady of the DEA wives’ club doing on an empty street in Bogotá this late at night? Besides trying to murder me with— what is–? Hold on, is that an MHS?” Javi grabbed her hand to get a better look at the piece. “Man, where’d you manage to get one of these?” 

Perplexed, Mika’s eyes darted down to the gun because for all she knew about firearms, it might as well have been a potato that she was holding. “Uhhh, it was a gift from Kiki’s partner. So, I could learn how to use one. Obviously,” she rolled her eyes, “you can see how well that went.”

“Man,” he said, letting it go with such fondness, “I didn’t even know they still made those things.” Which again, made as much sense as if he were marveling at a potato she was holding. “Y’know those are one of the only kinds of Glocks they made with slide mounted safety.”

She kept switching focus from Javi to the gun, trying to figure out what was so special about it, before realizing she didn’t actually care, “Alright, nerd,” and dropped her arm at her side.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, anyway,” Javi said, back to reality, “I think you were about to explain the reasons for my brush with death?”

“What? Before you got sidetracked, being all nerdy and shit?” 

“Sure, yeah.” 

“Well, what? You can’t guess?” Mika looked up at Connie’s window on the second floor and then back at Javi, whistling. “Man, you boys at the DEA must be losing your touch. They’ll hire anyone these days.” 

Javi rolled his eyes, “Ha ha ha” finally letting his hands drop, palms smacking his hips on the way down. “C’mon, put yourself in my position. Sure, that wild look of biblical hellfire in your eyes is gone, but you’ve still got that,”  he gestured at her side, “in your hand? So, y’know– thought it best to keep the conversation light.” 

“Whoops,” Mika said, chuckling and checking that the safety was still on before putting the gun back in her purse. 

Glancing at the empty street around them, Mika realized this might be a good opportunity to needle Javi for more info while she had him alone. Before he could clam up in front of Connie. “So, any news about Steve? I’m guessing that’s why you came back here, and not for a night cap and a bedtime story.” 

Javi regarded her, amused but not without suspicion, brows cinched as he caught his tongue between his teeth. Another mannerism of his Mika had picked up on in the few years she’d known him. Historically, she’d found it kinda cute when he wasn’t being evasive and annoying. When he was, she found herself hoping he’d slip and bite down a little too hard. 

Right now, he was being evasive and annoying. 

“Please, Javi. Don’t make me go there.”

”Sorry?” 

She eyed him with a measure of regret, acutely aware that his foot had just hit the metal plate of the conversational trap she’d just set and the mechanical jaws were about to clamp shut. “You’re not gonna make me invoke my dead husband’s name to shame you into telling me, are you?” There they went. 

His hands flew to his hips as he cocked one out to the side, face morphing from suspicious to pained and almost pleading. But still, nothing. 

With that, all regret evaporated and Mika just rolled her eyes, turning on her heels and headed for the door of the apartment building.  She made it to the other side of the street and up the steps but paused, fingertips on the handle, when she realized he wasn’t following her. 

“Cmon Agent Peña, just tell the truth.” Turning around, she shifted the weight of her bag on her shoulder so she could grab the spare key from one of its pockets. “Look, I know it’s not something that comes naturally to you boys in blue, but just think of it as practice. You know, for when you talk to Connie.”

Javi’s eyes darted from her, to the window of Connie and Steve’s apartment on the second floor, then back at her, then back down at the ground. Weighing his options, it seemed, he stood like that for what felt like ages before rubbing his face, grumbling into his palms, “Ah, fine. Fuck it.” 

Mika turned back to the door, taking a mental victory lap - gotcha - as she swung it open. 

And in a few long strides over to and up the stairs, skipping every other step, Javi was slipping in the door right behind her. He followed her down the hallway, both of them walking in silence, past his apartment, up the first flight of stairs, until, when turning to climb the next flight, he was seemingly unable to contain himself. “Hey. What’d you mean back there?” 

Mika kept pace about to start up the next set of stairs, paying him no mind.

He raised his voice to a kind of whisper-yell, grabbing her hand before she could get too far up the stairs, “Mika!” 

She turned around and walked back down stopping a step above him.

“Not something that comes naturally?" He let her hand slid out of his almost reluctantly before crossing his arms. "You wanna explain what that’s supposed to mean, exactly?”

There was more vulnerability in this than anger, the words of a boy on the playground whose feelings were hurt because someone kicked over his sandcastle.

She almost felt sorry for him but Connie’s words, thick with tears rang in her ears. Javi left before I could ask him anything. All he said was that he thinks Steve’s alive, but that just means he’s not sure he’s dead.

And all of a sudden, the long since dormant bitterness and fury that had made its home deep in the pit of her stomach when Kiki died came back to collect. With interest. It burned in her chest so tangibly, it felt like some toxic, poisonous gas all these years had been incubating in her body for all of these years that she was about to unleash with the steady stream of a flamethrower. Poor Javi. He was in for it.

The tragic part, the part she’d feel guilty about later, was that none of this was his fault. It was some bureaucrat’s, some bored old bastard, way up the chain of command, tucked away in some embassy office, sat behind a titanic mahogany desk so expensive it could cover the down payment on her house, even though he did nothing but shuffle papers around, shake hands, kiss babies, make phone calls to grieving wives and mothers to give them that familiar speech: Why yes, everything is under control, ma’am. We’re doing all that we can, ma’am. Well hey now, there’s no reason to raise your voice, ma’am. You just need to understand these things take time. Now, please take a seat over there so I can pretend like you’re not wasting mine, ma'am.

Unfortunately for Javi, he was the one in front of her. And there was nowhere else for it to go. He’d looked like he’d taken a few on the chin in his day, but she couldn’t be sure he could bounce back from this one. Not that it mattered. This was an argument she’d had a long time ago with men in fancy suits that held prestigious, official-sounding titles and had absolutely no intention of actually listening. If a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one around to hear it, does it still make a sound?

Christ, was this going to be any different? 

“Look,” Mika sighed, “Connie already told me everything you’ve shared with her.” 

Looking like he was frozen in time, Javi stood there, forehead pinched in a moment of calculation. As much as he seemed unsure of what to expect, at the same time, he was aware enough not to insult her by playing completely dumb. 

“And to be honest?” she continued, crossing her arms. “So far, that ‘everything’ sounds like a whole lotta nothing.” 

Javi winced but managed to sputter out, “I don’t know what you’re talk—“ 

“Please. Don’t patronize me with all that,” Mika’s fingers came up to make air quotes, “‘What on earth could you mean?’ bullshit” and then ended the bit, dropping her hands at her hips. “Don’t you think I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime?” 

Eyes wide, mouth open, Javi looked stunned, the inevitable ‘What are you talking about?’ stuck in his throat, leaving him with nothing to say or do but wait for her to elaborate. 

“You wanna know what I’m talk—? Fine, fine. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you exactly what I’m talking about.” With a clipped breath, she steadied herself. “You think you’re protecting Connie by keeping her in the dark. Gone for hours, not answering her calls, not checking in, not telling her where you’ve been, who you’ve talked to, where you’re going.” 

Her eyes pinned Javi in place, right there in the middle of the stairway. Perhaps trying not buckle under the weight of decades of forfeited accountability, in an effort to cope, he shrank back trying to become one with the wall. But Mika wasn’t done. 

“She’s not some precious fucking flower who’ll wilt at any mention of the truth. And she’s not an idiot. She deserves the facts and your honest assessment about well,” she waved her hands, “whatever is going on. And that includes what you think Steve’s chances are.” 

“His chances?” 

“Of being alive, Javi.” 

His jaw tightened hard, lips pursed like he was sucking on a lemon, and he paused for a long time before launching into the same good-ole-boy schpiel she’d heard a thousand times. With Javi though, there was a well-veiled but desperate sincerity with which he delivered it that reminded her of Jaime. “With all due respect Mika, I can’t— I don’t know if you understand the moving pieces at play here. How rigged the system is. How— well, how beyond fucked up it all is.”

Mika’s head sank, chin nearly touching her chest. However sincere, it wasn’t enough. 

“Y’know,” she spoke down at the ground, through a cruel, thin laugh, “I don’t bring this up often because it doesn’t make for great dinner conversation, certainly not an ice breaker. But since you’re such a man, I bet you can handle it,” and then looked back up to him with a smile that came nowhere close to her eyes. “When I arrived at the ME’s office to identify Kiki’s body, do you know what they were picking out of the gaping wounds on his head?” 

The look on Javi’s face said he wasn’t touching that with a ten-foot pole. He didn’t need to.

“Chunks of rebar and wood. Along with pieces of his skull.” 

A war waged in Javi’s eyes between heartbreak and indignation but he was smart enough to know that now was not the time to give voice to either. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, maybe I’m mistaken. But were you there, Agent Peña? Were you the one to survey all the wounds he had? Did you read the coroner’s report– the one with that stupid, generic outline of a body that cataloged each and every injury? Did you see how riddled his body was? With bruises? Cuts? Welts? Burns?” She shook her head like she still couldn’t believe it. “Actual holes?”

His face conveyed nothing but heartbreak now. No matter that these were all rhetorical questions, it was the right answer. 

“So, I think a better question is, do you know how fucked up it all is?”

Eyes cast off to the side, Javi was quiet for a long time, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek, likely trying to decide what, if anything, to say, until he was reanimated by a moment of epiphany. He stood up straight, no longer resembling a shriveled barnacle, stuck to the wall. And it all came out, practically in one breath. 

“Alright, alright. Fine. You want the truth? The truth is, I have no idea. I have” he threw up his hands with the frustration of a man whose luck had run out, finally folding at the poker table, “not a fucking clue who took him. Nothing. No leads. No evidence. Except my colleague’s contacts in the military haven’t caught wind of anything about a DEA being taken by Escobar’s people, so it’s probably not him and I’ve just been trying to keep things quiet so th—“ 

“So you don’t get him killed by spooking the kidnappers because you turned law enforcement onto a big search. That’s a song and dance I remember.” 

“Right,” Javi carried on without missing a beat. “Which means I’ve got no help from the embassy, no help from my own agency, no help from the military. And I sure as fuck don’t want help from any of those shady fucks in the CIA. So yeah,” he;d been talking so fast, he was nearly gasping now, “I think— since it’s not Escobar, I think he might— well, might be—” 

“Dead.”

He exhaled a defeated, “Yeeup.”

After her little speech, Mika wasn’t sure what Javi would come back with but she didn’t expect him to fold quite so easily. He was an even easier nut to crack than Jaime had been when he came to give her the news that he’d found Kiki’s car. To be fair, she did have more leverage now, what with Kiki already being dead. Everyone already got their crash course, a ‘How-To’ in ‘What-Not-To-Do’ when a DEA agent goes missing. Still, she expected more resistance, more half-truths couched in platitudes, more bullshit. But he didn’t do that to her. 

She looked him up and down, sizing him up like she hadn’t gotten it right the first time and decided, in that moment, she respected him infinitely more than she had just minutes ago. 

“Okay,“ she began, breaking the silence. “Besides Escobar, who else would take him? Could it be someone in the government? Maybe loyal to the cartel but, I don’t know,” she shrugged, “operating without Escobar’s say-so?” 

Javi shook his head, “We have most of the financials of his operation, who takes his bribes, who’s on his payroll. Shit, half of them are bribed by us to look the other way when it’s convenient,” and looked wearily off to the side, grumbling, “The fuckin’ good guys, right.”

“Yeah, it seems like, no matter where you go, these ‘company’ men don’t have any real loyalty. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s some kind of professional code that the rest of us don’t know about.” 

Mika thought of Heath and the dozens of others in the DEA, Homeland Security, Defense Department, men in the same gray suits offering the same recycled condolences and half baked apologies in the months after Kiki died. She didn’t bother to wipe the stray tear that escaped down her cheek.

Javi shoved his hands in his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Alright,” Mika said, with a knowing smile. “Well. There. That wasn’t so hard, now was it.”

“Oh sure, yeah, real piece of cake,” he scoffed. 

They were both quiet, staring at each other until Javi piped up, “Y’know actually, I hear there are some teaching positions open at that uh,” he snapped his fingers, “whatsit, the School of the Americas? Yeah, they could learn a thing or two from you. Call it Emotional Blackmail and Interrogation Techniques 101. You should look into that. Might be your calling. I hear the pay’s nothing earth shattering. But the health benefits— tsk great.” 

Mika looked down at the floor, chuckling. 

“Although, I gotta say, that biblical hellfire look? That is— phew,” he waved his hand in front of her face and she giggled, “that is raw talent. Can’t teach that. So alright, what's next, patrona, Ms. Inquisition? What do we do now?” 

“Well,” Mika’s nose scrunched, giving way to real laughter this time which helped her to break the news gently, “for starters, you’re gonna tell Connie everything you just told me.” 

Javi opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. “Look, if nothing in the last five minutes told you I’m not here for bullshit, maybe this will: as his wife, she deserves the truth.”

He crossed his arms again, quietly defensive.

“And as his wife, you might be able to leverage her, in case the higher ups try to play games, drag their feet on this.”

“Sorry,” he leaned forward like he didn’t hear her right, “leverage?”

“You said it yourself, you have no leads. It’s time to take this up the ladder, and there’s more than one of those, yes?” 

Javi groaned. 

“Look, when Kiki went missing, no one did anything at first. His boss Jaime was the only one looking. There was more traction when I got involved. But really,” she shook her head in awe,  like she still couldn’t believe it, “it’s not ‘till I lost my shit on one of the deputy directors in Mexico City that things started happening.” 

Get off your ass and start helping the other agents. Go find my fuckin’ husband! 

“It makes sense now, chain-of-command and all that, but if I’d known direct worked better than diplomacy, I would’ve started off yelling.” 

Javi raked his hands over his face. 

“So now, you need to figure out which ladder to take this up to.” 

“Yeah, okay,” his palms were nearly in his eye sockets now, “so when I figure that out, you want me to what—“ then dropped them from his face with a sigh. “Parade Connie, the distraught maybe-widow in front of whatever executive leadership and hope that’ll force them to act?” 

“Jesus Javi, it’s not like you’re a stage parent forcing your kid do pageants.” 

“Might as well be.”

“Don’t trivialize this, okay? This could work. Connie’s more than someone’s wife. She’s a person. And she’s smart. Articulate. Not only that, she’s a blonde-haired, blue-eyed nurse for god’s sake. America’s sweetheart. And frankly, she can be convincing to whatever executive leadership in a way that you can’t. I mean, let’s face it, all your police-radio jargon, letter-of-the-law, doublespeak nonsense, none of you law enforcement guys know how to properly emote.”

Javi laughed at that such fullness and depth, Mika realized that every time she’d heard him laugh before had been nothing but a pitiful shadow, a cheap imitation of the real thing. They'd known each other for a two years. How long could it have been since he'd laughed like that?

“Okay, Press Secretary Camarena. Point taken.”

“Plus, you have a trump card this time. Something Jaime and I didn’t have.” 

“Oh yeah. What’s that?” 

“The myth, the legend, the man himself, Kiki Camarena. Or really, the stain on the squeaky clean record of the DoD. The death of the myth, the legend, the man.” 

Javi chewed on that in silence, along with the inside of his cheek.

“Believe me, that’s a level of public scrutiny they don’t ever want to see again. They’ll avoid it at all costs. Especially if the government wants to keep selling weapons to anti-communist guerrillas. Undisturbed.” 

“Jesus Mika,” Javi kicked back off the wall, eyes wide with admiration, and she could practically see the lightbulb above his head, “You really have thought this whole thing through.” 

She bit back the tears welling in her eyes, an inexplicable wave of self-consciousness sweeping over her, and all she could think to do was shrug. “When someone dies, like how Kiki died, you always hear people talk about the hours they spent agonizing over it. Not sleeping for weeks, months— because you can’t help it. It’s involuntary. You think about things, replay every moment, every interaction– what could I have possibly said, done differently? What didn’t I see before it was too late?”

She swiped the tears off her cheeks and swallowed hard. He looked at her, touched by the peculiar sorrow that can only accompany surrogate grief. 

“Not many people get a chance to see the ‘what-ifs’ through. Me? I’ve had seven years to think about it. What I’d do differently. And now, I can use that to protect someone I love? Shit, this?” she smiled, making a gun gesture at Javi and pulling the trigger, “pschew. This is my shot.”

Javi just looked at her, dumbstruck. 

“Whatever happens,  god forbid, if Steve dies, however this plays out, it sure as hell won’t be because I wasted my shot.” 

With that, she turned, and walked up the stairs to the second floor. 

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[daybreakrising]

@ccaptain:   Kaeya thinks that it's important to dare. a life without risk is a boring one- like a dish without a pinch of salt and pepper- bland. and the one he's about to undertake is an important one, one that must be dropped in order to see the reaction.

   he just so happens to be cuddled into Wriothesley's lap, legs comfortably crossed as his boyfriend decimates a pile of paperwork that threatens to be taller than Kaeya himself. as for the captain, he adjusts a shirt that clearly does not belong to him against his chest as he recounts a funny little episode with Lisa as the protagonist.

   ' -so, Mika got curious about you for an hot minute, and then she simply must be cheeky and tell the poor lad that you're a sweetheart, but a bit scary at first. and of course it's on purpose because he's an a boy made of anxiety. he starts shaking like a leaf, and this is where i step in! i look at her, pat Mika's shaking shoulde reassuringly and i say- '

   do not hesitate. drop it and see how he reacts, test the waters, test the waters-

   ' -and i say, watch out! this is my husband you're talking about, i can confirm that he's very much of a soft man- no need to be scared! the fear usually subsides after a few minutes- '

   there. the briefest flicker of pale diamond under lashes, from his lap to Wriothesley's face and then dancing away from his boyfriend's gaze. there's no redness on his face- not an excessive amount, barely a small flush that may be a warning signal- and a finger which toys with a lock of cobalt hair, twirling it around his finger as a stress relief.

   still, Kaeya keeps the chatter up. ' -so he calms down, and says that he'd be excited to meet you. Mika is very nice- a bit jumpy, but he knows his stuff... '

The sound of Kaeya's voice is soothing, comfortable. To an outside eye, it might appear as though Wriothesley is not fully listening to the words being spoken to him, but that would be incorrect. He hears everything, acknowledges the story being told, and there's a slight smile playing upon his lips as he listens.

He loves hearing about Kaeya's extended Mondstadt family. He's met a few of them already, but certainly not all of them, and he's always eager to get to know the people in Kaeya's life. Mika sounds... adorable, he decides, and adds him to the list of those he should get to know as soon as possible. And... yes, he might tease the lad by putting on his most intimidating facade when they first meet.

He's gotta have his fun, after all.

The reaction is slight, subtle. His pen pauses on the paper, mid-signature. There's the faintest hitch of his breath, a barely perceptible widening of his eyes. He feels the beginnings of heat creeping into his face, up from under his collar, and he swallows hard as he attempts to keep it at bay.

He finishes the signature and sets the report aside, laying it atop the pile of already completed paperwork. The pen is also set down, because his hands now have a new task: one slides into cobalt hair, the other gently grasps his partner by the chin and tips his face up to meet his.

The kiss is firm, deep, and full of heat. His hands slide down, grab Kaeya by the hips to manoeuvre him more securely into his lap, then snake up under the borrowed shirt to find skin.

He parts only because he has to. He's breathless, a little flushed in the face - he couldn't keep that heat at bay for long - and he can't stop the smile from spreading.

Husband. Oh, yes... he really likes the sound of that coming from Kaeya's lips. "I love you," he utters, his only explanation he'll give. "You know... I think it's time I took a break from work, no?"

[mickstart]

Can you make a list of schumi's war crimes?👀

This is going to sound like I'm being rude or exaggerating but we literally do not have the time to list every single one of schumis war crimes BC I was not exaggerating when I said once per race he'd commit a war crime. Imagine the dominance of sir Lewis Hamilton mixed with Mr Lotterer's penchant for throwing himself at people like a racoon with rabies and that's the Michael Schumacher experience. They literally added pages to the rulebook because of Schumi because he could simultaneously drive fast and recognize tiny needle sized loopholes in the rulebook that he must have had memorized.

But I will list The Big Four!

1. Crashing into Damon hill to win the championship. Everyone said "ok that was kinda Sus but I mean senna did something similar we'll just ignore this politely"

2. Crashing into Jacques Villeneuve to win the championship. The FIA said "alright fool me twice shame on me" and disqualified him from the entire championship. (It didn't work anyway he bounced off of Jacques comically and beached his own car. Hysterical unhinged man.)

3. Taking a stop and go penalty on the last lap of the race so he crossed the finish line in the pits and still won, then Ferrari put together such a complex argument for why it was valid that they scrapped the penalty entirely and he got away with it. This is why there's such strict rules about how many laps you can wait to take a penalty now.

4. Parking the car in Monaco qualifying, therefore blocking Alonso from beating his time, and shrugging like "oopsy woopsy I accidentally forgot to turn" and INSISTING he didn't commit a war crime when even FERRARI were like "Michael... Bro... Why did you do that"

Even when Schumi came back in 2010 he was committing war crimes they had to change the rules to ban. Charles' accidental war crimes are mere innocent mistakes when put beside Michael's but my god having that unhinged feral energy back at Ferrari is like... Nature Is Healing