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xxkissesforchanniexx · 10 months ago

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Pairing: childhood bff!Chan x fem!reader (non-idol au) Word count: 3.4k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖, Smut 🔥❤️ (angst if you squint) Warning: Weddings... (lord help me), pro best friend chan, mentions of familial favoritism, semi rough sex? , soft dom!chan, sweet name calling(babygirl, princess), slightly jealous chan, comfort, lord someone teach me how to make better warnings, i think thats all? (someone needs to teach me to proof read.)

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU <3 I'm working on improving the formating of my works so >.> bare with me if some of the stuff doesnt translate over well on different devices, especially the text message part >.>

When you were young, you often got compared to your sister, your sister who loved pink and poodles and tutu skirts. She was younger than you by a year and yet, she always out did you, always was a step ahead, always beating you in everything. Yeah, you loved her, but the pain of comparison drove a wedge between you two.

You were 5 when you met Chan. He was very silly, always playing games and smiling, you happened to attend the same school and after he stood up for you against an older boy at the park you two were inseparable.

Chan, who sang for you. Chan, who shared his food with you. Chan, who taught you how to dance. Chan, who teased you for acting like a nerd. Chan, who was your best friend.

Chan was sitting on the couch in your apartment, watching a cringey romantic comedy with you when your phone rang. You gave it a glance and cringed, your grandmother's name appeared on the screen with a image of the woman with an almost plastic smile.

"You should probably answer." Chan said, "Would make it worse if you didn't."

You gave your best friend a side eye. "Nah really?"

He laughed lightly as you answered the phone.

"Hi, honey, you are joining us this year for the whole family get-together aren't you?" The old woman's voice came through the speaker to your ear.

"Of course Grandma-" You started.

"That's what you said last year, and you didn't come."

You made a face, the reason you hadn't gone was because you were sick. "Things happen Grandma."

"And the year before that?"

You pursed your lips, glancing at Chan. You weren't avoiding your family really you were just... avoiding the conflict that ensued when you were with your family. And by conflict you meant the constant onslaught of questions and disappointed looks you got whenever your family asked about anything you were doing with your life.

"And anyway, it's been so long since we've heard from you, we want to see how you've been, keep the family together, bring new people in along the way." Your grandma sounded so happy.

"What do you mean?" You were confused by the "bring new people".

"Oh dear. Did your sister not tell you?" Your grandma sighed, "She has a surprise for us this year."

You sighed. Your little sister always was one better than you, or two, or ten...

"Y/n?" Your grandma's voice brought you out of your daze and Chan leaned forward looking at your face.

"I'll be there this year grandma, I promise."

"Alright. Bye bye honey."

"Bye..." You said in a small voice hanging up.

Chan smiled slightly at you. "So?"

"Help."

His eyes widened slightly before darting around. "You know I really would if I could read minds but it's awfully sad I cant."

You rolled your eyes at the man. "My family dislikes everything I do."

"And?" Chan leaned back, raising a brow.

"They don't dislike you."

"What are you trying to do here?"

You clasped your hands and gave your best friend the most innocent pure pleading gaze. "Come with me, so they won't hate on me."

Chan made a face. "No-"

"I'll pay for the wifi in your apartment for the next two- four months." You grabbed your friend's big hands in yours, "Please!"

"Just because they don't hate me doesn't mean they won't hate on you." Chan said exasperated.

"BUT they'll find someone to compare to you so I won't have to be put down by this." You give him a pleading look.

"Y/n. I've done a lot of dum shit before this is my limit."

"Channie!" You begged. "Come on! I'll pay your netflix subscription too!"

Chan groaned. "Fine! You're making me feel guilty."

"AH! You're the best Chan." You smiled hugging you friend.

He rolled his eyes and patted your hair. "You're lucky netflix is expensive."

So there you were dinner, with your family, your grandmother quick to jump and compliment Chan and compare your father and uncles to him when they were his age. Everyone complimenting your sister and asking her what the big news was. Your dad looked about ready to leave when your younger sister stood. tapping her spoon against her glass gently.

You looked at her, she smiled at you, a smile you couldn't read.

"I have a big announcement to make." She looked at her boyfriend. "Well.. we have a big announcement to make."

"What is it dear?" Your mother asked.

"We're getting married!" Your little sister jumped and smiled. Everyone started clapping.

The initial excitement and congratulations ended, leaving a gently chattering at the table.

Cue your grandmother.

"Y/n dear, what about you?"

Silence.

Everyone looked at you.

Your sister sighed slightly. "Granny, you can't pester her. Give her time, she might get married before 40."

A soft laugh rippled over the table, you stared at your little sister. She smiled innocently, your fist clenched under the table. So what if she was younger and prettier and more successful. You made a move to excuse yourself but Chan grabbed your fist under the table, you relaxed your grip and his fingers slipped between yours and squeezed gently. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked up at your best friend, smiling.

Her Majesty the Queen 01:53 She was obviously out to get you.

Butt Hunter 01:53 I agree

🐶 01:54 Go to the wedding in white.

Baby Chick 01:54 💀

. Me 01:54 I'm NOT going to my sister's wedding in white!

Beanie boy 01:54 He's giving real solutions here.

Squirrel 01:55 Just don't go?

Bread. 01:55 All you do is avoid conflict.

Squirrel 01:55 NO I DONT

Noodle Spirit Survivor. 01:56 shut up. it's 2 in the fucking morning.

. Me 01:56 Sorry Chan, we'll shut up now.

Beanie boy 01:56 Erm actually it's 1:56 AM

🐶 01:56 It's called silent old man.

Bread. 01:56 LMFAO

Baby Chick 01:56 LOL

Butt Hunter 01:56 I don't think his phone box has a silent button.

Squirrel 01:57 😭

Her Majesty the Queen 01:57 💀

You put your phone down and picked up the invitation to your sister's wedding, 4 months... all you had was 4 months to get someone to go to the wedding with. You sighed, going to the app store and downloaded for the nth time, tinder. Cringing.

You had four months to at least meet some expectations, get a nice guy for maybe a month or two, ask him to be your plus one to your sister's wedding then what? You shrugged to yourself and shoved your phone under your pillow before going to sleep.

Chan realized he was screwed, he watched you get ready for another date.

"Honestly." You sighed sitting down to put on your makeup. "I might just go with a random guy. Or maybe I could take Hyunjin or Jisung."

He pursed his lips. Was he even an option for you? What made this guy from tinder so important you had to doll yourself up to go see him. Chan bit his lip, you were his best friend, he could fix the problem, he could be your plus one, he could ask. but he didn't. He was too scared to.

He remembered his conversation with Changbin and Minho a few days earlier. Maybe he was being too much of a pussy. He'd known you for ages, he knew how you liked your coffee and the music that calmed you down, he knew what part in silly romance movies made you cry, he knew when you were uncomfortable and when you were too angry to speak.

"If you keep beating around the bush with how you feel you might never get a chance."

Changbin's words rang in his ears and he bit his lip.

"Y/n what if-" He started.

The doorbell rang as you finished applying your lip stick. "Oh, I gotta go Channie." You stood and hugged him. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck." Chan gave you a small smile and the moment you were out the door he was cursing himself for not stopping you. "Damnit."

Chan wished he hadn't wished you luck. You and Seokmin, your date, apparently hit it off. For the next two and a half weeks Chan felt like a third wheel in his own friendship with you, if you weren't on the phone with Seokmin, you were texting him, and if you weren't texting him, you were talking about him.

It really came to a head when Hyunjin invited the entirety of the group chat to go out for karaoke and you were busy with Seokmin the day off.

It hand't really been his intention to show up at your place angry, just the thought of you not just ghosting him but the whole friend group. He knocked a few times. no response.

Chan knocked again. he still got no response. Sure the key in the dirt of the potted plant hanging under the sign of your apartment number was for emergencies only, but this was an emergency. (to him anyway.)

Chan opened the door and entered your apartment, expecting to hear lewd sounds or... what else was he really expecting. But as he approached your door his heart ached. It wasn't a sound he heard often from you but it was one he could recognize any day. Chan pushed the door open slowly. You sat on your bed, hugging a pillow, eyes red and puffy, tears streaking your face, you didn't notice him until he closed the door gently behind himself.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

You quickly wiped your tears. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Chan sighed. "Come here." He sat on the bed and opened his arms.

You leaned into him muttering, "Seokmin is a dumass."

"What happened?" Chan asked, rubbing your shoulder gently.

"He blocked me." You sniffed. "Out of the fucking blue."

Chan hummed softly. "His loss."

You looked up at your friend, "You're so dum."

"Nuh uh, I think I'm pretty smart princess." Chan smiled gently.

"I don't think so." You laughed softly.

He looked down at you. "'M smart enough to stay your friend."

You nod slightly, "I stayed attached to you at the hip is more like it."

"Didn't have a problem with it."

"Chan." You rubbed your friend's arm.

"Hm?"

"Go with me."

"Where?" he asked dumbly.

You sat up and flicked his forehead. "You know where."

"I don't get anything out of it." He rubbed his forehead.

"I'll uh..."

"Worry about it later." He huffed and stood, smoothing your hair. "Should we get (comfort food)?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask." You punched him softly and led the way out of your room.

The day of the wedding you were wearing a long pastel blue dress, and Chan a matching suit, it wasn't the first time you'd matched with your best friend, but this felt more special. Your grandmother and parents gave you side ways glances during the wedding procession, and once the reception had started so did your grandma's vulture like flocking.

"Y/N i really thought you would've come with someone other than Chan, maybe your sister was right you just need time." the old woman sighed.

You sucked in a breathe but Chan grabbed your hand under the table, his words making you freeze, "Is there a problem with me attending as her boyfriend?"

You turned to Chan and he squeezed your hand as if urging you to play along.

Your grandmother looked at you stunned. "What? Since when?"

"The dinner really opened my eyes, maybe guys don't approacher because I'm around, I do look like her boyfriend don't I?" He glanced at you, "Why not give it a shot?"

Your family must have heard your grandmother's cry because your mother and father came over a few moments later and you watched as Chan worked his charm, a mask on his face the entirety of the time.

Your sister looked between you and Chan, blinking quite a bit. As your parents congratulated you on not being single for the first time, you felt like you out did your sister, you looked at Chan, he smiled gently at you and your heart jumped.

After a lot of drinks and cake you decided it was time to head home.(Chan had to drag you out.)

The ride back to your apartment was quiet, you were too buzzed to speak and Chan was focused on driving.

Chan smiled softly, glancing at you. "Wasn't so bad was it?"

You took a moment before you spoke. "Did you mean what you said?"

Chan's brows furrowed, "About what?"

"Did you actually think of me like that after the dinner?" You looked at him.

Chan sucked a breath, squeezing the wheel. "Would you believe me if I said yes."

"I don't have a reason not to."

Chan pulled off the highway onto the smaller road that lead through the city and to your apartment.

"Well?" You asked.

Chan bit his lip and nodded. "I meant what I said."

You remained quiet until he pulled into your apartment complex. And even after he got you into your apartment. You stood there, looking at... Chan. Chan who knew you better than you knew yourself, Chan who always calmed you down, Chan who got angry for you, Chan who bought you food when you were sad and held you until you grew tired of it(you never did you never could), Chan your...

"You meant it?" You were completely sober now, picking up the conversation as if you hadn't been silent for the past half hour.

Chan nodded.

"Is that all there is to it?"

"No." he breathed, stepping closer to you.

"Tell me. What else?" You asked quietly.

"How do I even begin?" He laughed slightly. "I'm sorry-"

"Why are you apologizing?" You looked at him confused.

"For not telling you how I felt from the get go." he smiled, "If there's anything that makes me sleep at night it's you, if there's any place I feel safe it's with you. You make me more happy than I can describe with words alone, there isn't another person I'd be with in any life." He reached and caressed your cheek. "I wanted to fight myself when I let you go out with Seokmin. I want you, I need you, I..." He paused, scanning your face for a signal, any sign to keep going.

"You're going to shut up now when you're at the climax of your speech?" You laughed slightly.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, "I love you. I always have."

"You're really an idiot." You kissed him gently.

Chan blinked in shock. "I-"

You smiled, proud of yourself. "Now-"

Chan grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours again, you stared for a moment before relaxing into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue fighting yours before he pushed into your mouth to taste you, biting your lip gently.

"Wanted to do that for so long." He breathed against your lips, pulling away slowly.

You grabbed his collar. "If you don't finish what you started I will."

Chan's eyes widened and a smirk grew on his face. He kissed you again and his hand moved to the back of your dress. "May I, princess?"

"You may." You giggled as he removed the dress and your made quick work of his buttons before he shrugged off the jacket and shirt, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

You squeaked as he threw you onto the bed and got on top you. "Nervous?" he asked laughing lightly.

"No... Of course not." You said looking away.

He smiled and turned your head to face him kissing you passionately before he moved to suck a dark mark just next to your jaw. "So pretty, just for me."

You gasped softly and nodded. "Just for you Channie." Chan continued his assault on your neck before removing your bra and smiling at your chest, he kissed your lips gently. "This is my favorite part of you," He moved to kiss your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting gently, relishing in the cry that escaped your lips, "But this is second best."

You blushed, "Stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" Chan chuckled against your right breast, pinching the left.

"You-"

"Huh?" He kissed down your belly and bit hard beside your belly button.

"Ow-" You gasped and grabbed his hair.

"Gotta make sure they know you're taken if you wear a crop top." he murmured and moved lower kissing your thigh and pulling your legs apart. "This is mine hm? I think I waited for it long enough." He kissed your thigh before pulling your pantie off. He tossed it haphazardly over his shoulder. He took amount to admire you and you shifted slightly.

"Channie. You're staring." You muttered.

"That a problem princess?"

"Pervert." You rolled your eyes as Chan tugged you to the edge fo the bed.

He rubbed your clit with his thumb applying just enough pressure to make you moan, he smiled. "That feel good?"

You nodded, panting.

"Use your words." He said rubbing your clit a bit faster.

You moaned and tried to move away but his hand came to hold you down. "No, no."

You blushed, "Meanie."

He smirked kissing your belly before slipping a finger into you. You moan as your wall clenched around his digit, he moved it in and out slowly, thumb still working at your clit.

You gasped and bit your lip as he pushed another finger into you. He paused looking at you.

"What?" You tried to move for friction but he held you down.

"I want to hear you."

You blushed furiously, eyes wide.

Chan laughed lightly and started fingering you again, his middle and ring finger curling to find your g-spot.

You let out a loud cry and Chan smiled, he moved to kiss you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, he started grinding his palm into your clit as his fingers moved deeper. You moaned into the kiss and squealed, legs kicking slightly. Chan slid a third finger into you and you squirmed.

"It's too much!" You whined.

"I think you can take it." He said kissing your neck, "Just a little bit more, princess, wanna feel you cum on my hand."

You moaned louder as he pinched your nipple, sucking on the other one. You gasped as he started grinding his tented crotch against your thigh.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he cooed into your ear. "Cum for me, please, princess."

You moaned loudly as you came hard on Chan's hand.

He hummed and lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean before leaning to kiss you. "You taste good babygirl." He stood to remove his pants letting them fall to the floor.

You moaned at the lewdness of the action as Chan moved between your legs, tapping his cock against your clit.

"I'm gonna make you feel good, make you mine." He said, his voice thick with lust.

You bit your lip and nodded. "Please. "

Chan smiled kissing you gently as he pushed into you.

A throaty moan erupted from your throat and Chan groaned. "Sound so pretty," He pulled out slowly and pushed in deeply, you cried out at the slight burn. "I'm sorry baby," He kissed your cheeks gently. "Can I move now?"

You nod and before you could ground yourself Chan was pistoning into you, fucking you as if he wouldn't get to again. You held onto him tightly, clawing at his broad shoulders. He moaned and squeezed your hips tightly. "You're so tight princess."

He moaned softly against your neck, kissing and biting, leaving marks that would surely become hickeys by morning, as he rutted into you over and over. You moaned louder, panting into the heated kisses he granted you. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall with the force of it all, the sound of sin slapping against skin filling your bedroom, you were positive the neighbors could hear but it wasn't like you had room to care.

Chan's hand slipped between your bodies and he began rubbing your clit. "C'mon baby. Cum for me again."

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as he began thrusting into you harder, hitting your g-spot.

"Cum for me princess." He said through grit teeth.

Another thrust sent you toppling over the edge and you came hard, vision going white as you let out a broken cry. Chan followed quickly, his thick length throbbing inside you as you milked him for everything he had. He kept thrusting his gaze distant and glassy.

You whimpered and trembled as he overstimulated you slightly. After a few more thrusts he finally slowed down and relaxed on top of you.

"Let me take you out on a date..." He muttered against your shoulder.

"I'd like that." You said running your fingers through his curly hair.

What da cringe ending 😭 I really want to thank everyone for 100 followers LOVE YALL <3 requests will reopen soon, I'm still busy with school but I hoped you liked this it took really long to make.

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lvoryingrid · 1 year ago

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The Cabin In The Woods

Levi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the midst of a Titan battle, Levi Ackerman and (Y/n) seek shelter in a forest cabin. The rivalry between them turns into an unexpected intimacy as subtle touches escalate.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact : contains 18+ content, smut/erotica

The battlefield was a symphony of chaos, with the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air. Levi Ackerman, humanity's greatest hope, moved with unparalleled grace, his blades dancing through the tumult like a deadly waltz. Thunderous roars of Titans reverberated around him, accompanied by the desperate cries of soldiers caught in the merciless grip of the war.

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Levi's steel-blue gaze focused on (Y/n)’s face. Her movements were a ballet of survival, each strike a testament to her unyielding determination. As their eyes met in a fleeting moment, a silent understanding passed between them, a recognition of the shared struggle against a common enemy.

"(Y/n)! Watch your left flank!" Levi's voice cut through the cacophony, a sharp command born of necessity rather than animosity. She shot him a quick glance, a mixture of irritation and acknowledgment in her eyes. "I don't need you to babysit me, Captain!"

The Titans closed in, and Levi fought with a controlled fury, dispatching the colossal foes with calculated precision. Yet, in the back of his mind, a growing unease nagged at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away, that the stakes were higher than ever.

In the midst of the relentless battle, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves back to back, defending each other against the onslaught. The clash of steel against Titan flesh created a chaotic melody, punctuated by the occasional exchange of glances and shared determination.

Levi smirked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just making sure you don't get yourself killed. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the chance to lose to me again."

Her response was a scoff, but there was a glimmer of a smirk hidden beneath the exterior. "You wish, Captain. I can handle myself just fine. I just don't want to waste my energy saving your sorry ass," she shot back, a glint of camaraderie in her eyes."

Levi raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance breaking through his stern expression. "Don't get too cocky. We've got a long way to go."

The battlefield gradually fell silent as Levi and (Y/n) found themselves veering away from the main force, their surroundings becoming a dense forest. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the landscape as ominous clouds gathered overhead. The first droplets of rain splattered against their uniforms, gradually evolving into a relentless downpour.

Levi cast a sideways glance at (Y/n), raindrops clinging to her disheveled (h/c) hair. "We need to find shelter before we get drenched. HQ can wait until tomorrow."

(Y/n) shot him a defiant look, raindrops clinging to her disheveled hair. "I don't need you to state the obvious, Captain. I'm not stupid."

Levi rolled his eyes, his annoyance evident. "Just follow my lead and try not to slow me down."

They trudged deeper into the forest, the tension between them palpable. The rain intensified, turning the path ahead into a muddy quagmire. The sound of raindrops pelting leaves and the distant rumble of thunder echoed through the trees, creating an atmosphere thick with unease.

Levi's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for any sign of shelter. "There should be a safehouse not too far from here. We can regroup and head to HQ in the morning."

As they ventured deeper, the tension between them gave way to an unspoken understanding. The rivalry that had defined their interactions now danced on the edge of something more—a raw and unexplored passion simmering beneath the surface.

Finally, through the dense trees, a dilapidated cabin emerged. The wood creaked and groaned under the rain, but it seemed like the only refuge they had. Levi pushed the door open, and they entered, their soaked uniforms clinging to their bodies.

The cabin's interior was dimly lit, shadows playing on the worn walls. Levi couldn't ignore the flicker of vulnerability in (Y/n)'s eyes, her guard momentarily down. "We'll stay here for the night. Tomorrow, we head to HQ."

(Y/n) nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The air in the cabin crackled with tension as they realized the close quarters they'd be sharing. The rivalry that had fueled their interactions now seemed like a thin veil hiding a deeper connection.

As the storm outside intensified, the two found themselves huddled in the cabin, the air thick with unspoken words. The flickering lantern cast shadows on Levi's face, accentuating the lines of fatigue and determination.

"I never thought I'd find myself stuck in a creepy cabin with you," (Y/n) teased, a small smile playing on her lips.

Levi's stoic exterior cracked just a bit, a subtle smirk appearing. "Consider it a special fucking treat."

Levi's keen eyes scanned the dimly lit cabin, searching for any available resources. Spotting a stack of old planks in the corner, he gathered them and set to work on starting a fire. The flickering flames cast a warm glow across the worn interior, revealing the exhaustion etched on both their faces.

As the fire began to crackle, Levi glanced over at (Y/n), who stood shivering in the corner, her wet clothes clinging to her like a second skin. With a barely audible sigh, he got up, his movements purposeful. "Stay put."

(Y/n) shot him a skeptical look but complied, watching as Levi disappeared into the shadows of the cabin. He returned moments later, holding a dusty, moth-eaten blanket. Without a word, he tossed it towards her.

"Here, wrap yourself in this. Your clothes are soaked, remove them" Levi instructed, his tone gruff but carrying an underlying concern.

(Y/n) caught the blanket, eyeing him warily. "You're not planning to play the hero, are you?"

Levi raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Don't get any ideas. I'm not doing this for you; it's for my own peace of mind. I don't need you catching a cold and slowing us down tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes, attempting to brush off the subtle act of kindness. "Well, aren't you just a gentleman in shining armor."

Levi scowled, irritation flickering across his features. "Quit the sarcasm and do as I say. It's practical, not chivalry."

Levi's gaze flickered away as (Y/n) began to peel off her wet clothes, the fire's dim light casting an ethereal glow on her silhouette. She could feel the weight of his discomfort, a strange mixture of vulnerability and an unfamiliar tension in the air.

"(Y/n), don't make this more awkward than it needs to be. Just get dry," Levi muttered, his eyes fixed on the fire in a futile attempt to avoid the scene unfolding before him.

(Y/n) shot him a wry grin, her usual defiance cutting through the air. "Oh, Captain, can't handle a little skin? I thought you were supposed to be a tough guy."

Levi scowled, irritation evident. "This isn't the time for your sarcasm. Just get yourself warmed up and get some rest. We have a long day ahead."

As she covered herself with the blanket, the glow of the fire outlined the curves and scars on her body. Levi couldn't help but steal a glance, the flicker of the flames highlighting the strength and resilience etched into every mark. For a moment, the intensity of their rivalry faded, and Levi found himself oddly captivated by the vulnerability in front of him.

(Y/n) caught the fleeting look in his eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Captain, I never thought I'd see the day when the great Levi, would be caught ogling."

Levi's cheeks tinged with a hint of red, a rare occurrence for the stoic soldier. "I'm not ogling. Just making sure you're not going to collapse from exhaustion."

She chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet cabin. "Sure, Captain. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The rain continued its relentless assault on the cabin's roof, creating a soothing backdrop to the awkward tension that hung in the air. As (Y/n) settled under the blanket, she couldn't resist the opportunity to further tease Levi, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact.

"Captain," she called out with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "aren't you feeling a bit chilly yourself? You look like you've taken a swim in the river."

Levi shot her an annoyed glare, his irritation evident. "I'm fine. This isn't a cozy campfire, and I'm not here for your entertainment."

(Y/n) chuckled, undeterred by his gruff demeanor. "Oh, come on, Captain. We wouldn't want you catching a cold now, would we? That'd be a tragedy."

Levi clenched his jaw, his annoyance reaching new heights. "I don't need your concern, and I certainly don't need your commentary. Just get some rest."

But (Y/n), never one to back down from a little banter, decided to up the ante. With a sly smile, she shifted under the blanket, feigning a shiver. "You sure about that, Captain? Your teeth seem to be doing a little dance there. Maybe we should huddle together for warmth."

Levi's eyes narrowed, a barely audible growl escaping his throat. "I said, I'm fine."

Undeterred, she continued to playfully prod him. "You know, it's scientifically proven that body heat is the best way to stay warm. Just saying."

Levi shot her a withering look, his annoyance now accompanied by a faint blush. "I don't need your suggestions, and I certainly don't need to 'scientifically prove' anything with you."

(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at his expense. "Relax, Captain. I'm just messing with you. No need to get all hot and bothered."

Levi rolled his eyes, his frustration evident. "I'm not bothered. Just get some rest before I decide to leave you out in the rain."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, Captain, if you change your mind and decide you need some warmth, I'll be right here."

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, and despite Levi's attempts to brush off the chill, his trembling form betrayed the cold that had settled into his bones. (Y/n), under the worn-out blanket, couldn't help but notice the subtle shivers that ran through him.

"You're freezing, Captain," she remarked with a raised eyebrow, her teasing tone giving way to genuine concern.

Levi shot her a glare, his pride evident. "I've faced worse than a bit of rain."

(Y/n) sighed, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "You can drop the tough act, Levi. We're not in the middle of a battlefield now. We're just two people trying to stay warm."

Levi scowled but didn't offer any further protest. The truth was, the relentless rain had taken its toll, and his ego was the only thing keeping him from admitting it. With a begrudging acknowledgment, he finally mumbled, "Fine, but don't get any ideas."

(Y/n) chuckled, shifting to make room for him under the blanket. "No promises, Captain. Just trying to survive the night."

Levi shot her a warning look before begrudgingly starting to remove his wet clothes. The fire's dim light flickered over his scars and the defined muscles that spoke of years of battles. As he shuffled into the blanket, (Y/n) couldn't help but smirk at the irony of their situation.

"See? That's not so bad, is it?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Levi grunted in response, avoiding eye contact. "This doesn't change anything. I'm only doing this to shut you up."

The fire's dying embers cast a soft glow across the cabin, and with every flicker, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves drawn closer under the blanket. The initial distance that had defined their makeshift alliance began to close, replaced by a palpable tension that hung in the air like the storm outside.

Levi, still maintaining a semblance of stoicism, shifted slightly, unintentionally brushing against (Y/n). The brief contact sent a shiver down both their spines, an electric charge that neither could ignore. The subtle touches, once accidental, now held a weight of unspoken possibilities.

"(Y/n), watch where you're putting your damn elbows," Levi grumbled, his attempt to mask the underlying tension evident in the gruffness of his voice.

She shot him a sidelong glance, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, I can't control where my elbows go. Maybe you're just too close."

Levi scowled but didn't pull away, the proximity between them amplifying the uncharted territory they found themselves navigating. The cabin, once just a refuge from the storm, became a space where the lines between rivalry and something more blurred.

As the rain outside dwindled to a gentle patter, the quiet cabin seemed to amplify the sound of their breaths. The air became charged with a quiet anticipation, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.

(Y/n) couldn't resist the temptation, her hand subtly finding its way to Levi's arm. The touch, feather-light and seemingly innocent, sent a shockwave through both of them. Levi's gaze flickered towards her, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in dynamics.

Levi cleared his throat, attempting to break the tension. "Keep your damn hands to yourself."

(Y/n) smirked, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his arm. "I'm just trying to stay warm."

Levi, irritated by the unexpected turn of events and the unsettling tension in the air, decided to retaliate in his own way. With a calculated smirk, he shifted closer to (Y/n), his fingers gently trailing along her arm in a manner that mirrored her earlier touch.

"Don't get too comfortable. This isn't an invitation," Levi remarked, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and amusement.

She raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh, Captain, didn't know you had it in you. Looks like the great Captain can't resist a little intimacy."

Levi scowled, attempting to maintain his composure. "This is purely practical. Don't read too much into it."

The banter continued, each subtle touch carrying an undercurrent of challenge. As the cabin remained shrouded in the quiet sounds of the rain and crackling fire, the atmosphere became charged with an unexpected energy.

In a moment of boldness, (Y/n) decided to turn the tables. Her fingers trailed along Levi's jawline, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, you're not fooling anyone. I can feel the heat radiating off you."

Levi's breath caught in his throat for a split second, his usual stoic facade momentarily faltering. "I told you, it's for warmth. Nothing more."

But (Y/n) wasn't deterred, her touch becoming more deliberate. "You know, Captain, sometimes actions speak louder than words."

"You're pushing your luck," Levi growled, the lines of annoyance and desire blurring in his eyes.

She met his gaze with a challenging stare, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Is that a threat, Captain? Or perhaps an invitation?"

Levi, not one to back down, closed the remaining distance between them, grabbing her by her hair. The frustration that had simmered beneath the surface now boiled over, fueling a passion neither had expected. In a moment of heated intensity, their lips collided, a clash of desire that silenced the banter and left only the echoes of their shared breaths.

The kiss, at first fueled by frustration, quickly morphed into something deeper—an exploration of uncharted territories and emotions that neither had dared to acknowledge. As their lips moved in a rhythm born of a newfound connection, the storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest of emotions within the cabin.

When they finally broke apart, (Y/n) and Levi were left breathless, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that transcended words. The fire, though now reduced to embers, seemed to burn brighter in the aftermath of their passionate exchange.

Levi, his usual composure momentarily shattered, struggled to find the right words. "This... doesn't change anything. We're not suddenly buddy buddy because of a kiss."

(Y/n), a flush of warmth coloring her cheeks, smiled with a hint of mischief. "Who said it had to? Maybe it's just something between us, Captain."

Her words sent a thrill of anticipation through Levi, and he felt himself grow hard against her. Unable to contain himself any longer, Levi roughly pushed (Y/n) back against the floor, pinning her beneath him. Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was a spark of anticipation in their depths that told him she wasn't entirely opposed to this development.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck, as he whispered "Is that what you want?" he growled, his voice gruff, rough with desire. "Do you want me to touch you, that bad?" As he felt her nipples harden beneath his palms. He cupped her breasts, playing with them before lifting them so he could kiss and suckle her nipples.

(Y/n) arched her back, pressing her breasts further into Levi's hands as his lips and tongue teased her nipples mercilessly. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading like electricity through her entire body. "Levi" she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. "Yes, please, touch me."

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" His fingers, reached down her body playing with her pussy, as he continued the relentless teasing, and she could feel the pressure building inside her, making her body tremble with anticipation. "Oh, please, yes," she moaned a hint of impatience in her voice, arching her back even further, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "I want you."

Levi smiled wickedly, his eyes glinting with lust. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, still teasing her with his fingers. "Tell me how bad you want this."

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else." Her hips bucked upward, seeking the connection she ached for, and his thumb brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

With one swift movement, Levi positioned himself between her spread legs, his erection pressing against her wet folds. Smirking at the thought that he barely touched her and she was that wet for him. He leaned in, his lips finding her ear, and growled, "I've wanted this since the moment I fucking met you. Fuck you so hard you won't be able to say anything else but my name" With that, he pushed himself inside her, filling her up in one deep stroke that made her cry out in pleasure.

As Levi thrust into her, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this small, intimate space. The sounds of their bodies colliding and the wet slapping of skin on skin, filled the air. He moved with a savage grace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, his powerful body braced above hers. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she met his thrusts, their hips moving in perfect rhythm.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. The tension that had built up within her since their confrontation finally released, coursing through her like an electric current. She arched her back off the floor, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she felt the familiar tightening in her core.

"Oh, god, Levi," she moaned, her voice hoarse from the effort of keeping up with his pace. "Don't stop." she said as her hands found their way to his dark hair.

He growled, his lips finding her neck, leaving a mark as he thrust harder, deeper. "I'm not going to stop. Not until you're screaming for more." His hips slammed against hers again and again, the friction building up with each passing second.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with the intensity of their passion, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers, his sweat mingling with hers. Her muscles began to quiver, her orgasm barreling down on her like a runaway train.

"Levi," she cried out, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure washed over her.

His movements became even more frenzied, his thrusts more urgent as he felt her body begin to convulse around him. With a harsh groan, he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, and emptied himself inside her.

As the last shudders of pleasure subsided, Levi collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the carpet. He held her close, his breathing labored as he tried to catch his breath. After a moment, he looked down at her with a satisfied smirk and muttered, "You're such a fucking brat."

Despite the harsh words, there was a possessive fondness in his tone that she couldn't help but feel warm inside. He rolled off her, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed down at her, his eyes trailing down her body.

"Next time, it'll be in a cleaner environment," he said with a wink. "I'll make sure we have a bed or something."

"You're unbelievable," she remarked, her eyes meeting Levi's with a mixture of amusement and warmth. The flickering light cast a gentle glow over the scene, highlighting the vulnerability beneath their tough exteriors.

With a swift motion, he covered their bodies with the blanket, the warmth of the fabric cocooning them in a shared space. "You know, your scientific facts might have some truth to them."

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#levi x reader #levi ackerman #aot x reader #levi aot #captain levi #aot levi #levi attack on titan #levi heichou #snk levi #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #levi x y/n #one shot #smut #aot smut #levi smut

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kandadze · 2 months ago

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Special ep loose thoughts

Ohhhhh I love this! Yes! The "evil demon" saved you all! Yes, discernment!

Oh, WX. I love her look here. I guess she didn't have time (or just couldn't bring herself to do it) to look at the token she got from him properly till now? "As long as our love remains the same, we're (not? I think is missing) afraid (of? is it me or the subtitles seem really wonky here?) the ever changing world." Awww, ZYZ.

Awww ZYC, he went partly white from grief... (I saw the picture of him with hair like this before, but only watching the extra now I get the confirmation that this is indeed him and not another incarnation or something.) The fact that he starts to say something about ZYZ twice and cuts himself off both times 😢

Awww yes baby, fight against the stupid fate! Especially since it's not impossible in this particular world!

Ummm... can I suggest checking the first contract ZYZ ever signed - with his blood - that should still be in WX's possession???

Oh PSJ is here, too! I love how PSJ's dark clothes contrast with WX and ZYC's matching baby blue ones, and how she's still very much in armor, whereas the other two - especially ZYC - are so open, almost relaxed. She mellowed out though, that's good to see. I was concerned for her (funnily enough, moreso than for WX or ZYC). It's so good to see them remembering the rest of the squad!

It sounds like this one goal, to find the last shred of ZYZ's soul, is what really keeps ZYC together and alive. He will not stop till he realizes his goal or dies, and as he has a way longer lifespan now, I can see how he's prepared to just *keep* looking, for as long as it takes. My heart.

Oh, PSJ. I can see her disappointment and hurt for maybe a second before she hides it, but I do see it. She was never my favorite, but I can appreciate that she's always been ride or die for WX, even at the earliest stages, and at her pricklest.

Awwww ZYZ! The layers in this guy!

Way to go, drama, I'm crying again... ZYC's character song makes me emotional like no other, and coupled with his memory of that interaction with Bai Jiu...

But also (analytical brain to the rescue!), correct me if I'm wrong, and with my limited knowledge of simplified Hanzi, in his memory with Bai Jiu, they don't say "forget." They say, 不念 , which from context of their conversation makes the most sense to mean "don't read (the unfamilar words) aloud (then)". Another meaning of 念 is "to miss somebody," so basically it's more like through removing the tongue of his bell and leaving that obscure medical text for him, Bai Jiu was telling ZYC, "don't miss me," which is entirely different from "forget me." (Also in ZYC's song, I saw 不念 translated as "not dwelling," so closer to "don't miss me," I think.) As he's preparing the box, Bai Jiu also says, 勿想 , which can mean "don't think (of me)", but also "don't feel wistful (about my absence)"! 😭 Seriously, this language and its layers. And all the characters and their gifts to one another in this drama! 😭

Oh the onslaught of memories! Stop, drama, I'm begging here!

Hmmmm what's that? The first contract ZYZ ever signed - with his blood - that was still in WX's possession? This better means what I think it means!

Omg ZYC's words on having understood ZYZ's deep-bone sadness after ZYZ was gone. Is this what he's been feeling ever since ZYZ left? The shots of him riding through the night are so beautiful (and such a strong contrast to WX in bright light)!

There's something about ZYZ in this simple black robe that just chokes me up. He somehow looks both younger and older than his human form that we've seen for most of the series, and almost delicate. If Ying Long!look made me think of fae and Tolkien elves, this one is just beyond. I don't know, I just ::grabs sad!demon!ZYZ and squishes tightly::

We get to see everyone now, thank you very much for twisting the knife once more drama, who needs a heart anyway 😭 (and ZYC's wearing Bai Jiu's bell in his hair!!!)

Wait hold up? The contract? Flew to find ZYC??? And the Cloud Light Sword is reacting to ZYZ's drop of blood???? They've found each other????

Omg I was right. I WAS RIGHT HOLY SHIT!

This was perfect. I haven't gotten such a perfect ending in a drama in a long time. I haven't seen anything like this drama in a long time. I won't be moving *on* for a long time. Ahhhh 🩵🩵🩵

#fangs of fortune #fof ep 34.1 #fof liveblogging

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macbethsymphony · 7 months ago

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The Swordsman and the Blacksmith | Chapter 24

Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Chapter wc: 7k

Chapter rating: NSFW

Content/Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fem!Reader, Enemies to lovers, SLOW slow burn, SMUT

Summary: Your skills as a blacksmith have made you desirable to both the government and pirates. You know you have to leave this island if you want to escape your fate, but that doesn't make the choice of leaving any easier. Roronoa Zoro is intrigued by your skills as a blacksmith. Your work is like nothing he's ever seen before. Unfortunately, you're hot-headed and he's rude and you both definitely hate each other.

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Slowly crossposting from AO3

Chapter 24: I'm Still Angry

On the first night, you’d drowned your thoughts in a haze of alcohol, seeking refuge in the oblivion it promised. On the second night, you’d danced with reckless abandon, losing yourself in the rhythmic pulse of the music until memories blurred into nothingness. And on the third night, exhaustion had claimed you, pulling you into a deep slumber that offered respite from the chaos of your mind… until the sound of music beckoned you to start the whole ritual once again.

Outside, the storm raged on, its fury unabated by the passage of time. But within the cozy confines of the tavern, the tempestuous winds and torrential rain faded into the background, drowned out by the lively chatter and infectious laughter of its patrons. In the warm glow of the lanterns, you found solace from the relentless onslaught of the elements and your thoughts.

You hadn't returned to the ship in over a week, your stubbornness fueling your determination to stay away. The idiot could fall on Yokubari and fucking go to hell, for all you cared, or so you kept on telling yourself. During this time, Nami had visited the tavern on a few occasions, indulging in a drink or two while checking up on you. Initially, concern had etched lines of worry on her face, evident in the way she probed for details about what had transpired between you and the swordsman. But when you remained unwilling to talk, she had simply sighed in resignation, accepting your silence with a weary understanding. She assured you that they would come to fetch you before they set sail again.

"So, what's your poison tonight?" The question cut through the din of the tavern, drawing your attention back to the present moment. Leaning against the worn wood of the bar, you regarded the boy with a half-smile, appreciating his easy charm and friendly demeanor.

He had been a constant presence over the past few days, a willing partner in the impromptu dance sessions that had become a nightly ritual. Together, you had spun and laughed, losing yourselves in the music and the fleeting moments of joy it brought. He was flirty but not pushy, making him perfect for whatever you were trying to achieve with this temper tantrum of yours.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he awaited your response, his expression a curious blend of anticipation and amusement. "I think I'll stick to water tonight," you confessed with a chuckle, your voice tinged with a hint of ruefulness. "I'm still feeling the aftermath of those drinking games from last night."

The boy laughed lightly, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his gaze as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. His flirty attempt was clunky, unpracticed. "Water it is then," he murmured, his tone playful yet colored with a sliver of disappointment. "But don't think you can escape me that easily. We've got some dancing to do, remember?"

You tossed your head back at his awkward charm, laughing heartily. Goodness, he never gave up. As you watched your dance partner come back with your drink, you noticed how he faltered in his step, how he blanched a little as he glanced over your shoulder.

You didn’t even need to look to guess what had unsettled the boy so, but still you stared at the swordsman effectively looming over you.

Oh.

He was angry.

Your eyes traveled from his face to the swords at his side, landing on Yokubari, still strapped at his waist. You scowled, the blazing anger within you refueled at the sight. The urge to throttle him still unbelievably strong. Didn’t matter, two could play this game, your own fury not to be underestimated.

With a scoff, you turned away from him, dismissing his presence with a wave of your hand. “I don’t feel like talking to you, swordsman,” you said flatly, your voice dripping with disdain as you refused to give him any more of your attention.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as the boy, sensing the tension between you and Zoro, hesitated in his approach. His easy smile faltered, replaced by a nervous unease as he quickly retreated, eager to avoid becoming collateral damage in whatever confrontation was brewing between the two of you.

Smart boy. You’d do the same if you were in his place.

Sighing, you leaned against the bar, trying to catch the bartender’s attention with a practiced gesture. The need for an actual drink abruptly urgent. “You didn’t have to chase him away like that,” you admonished, your tone thick with irritation. “He was a perfectly fine dance partner.”

Silence answered you as you heard the subtle shift of cloth and clink of swords behind you as he matched your movements.

When the bartender inevitably ignored you too, suddenly engrossed in polishing a glass, you turned to face him. “What do you want?” you snapped, your expression a mask of defiance, resolute to not let him ruin your night.

His frown deepened, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm grip that bordered on possessive. “We’re going back to the ship,” he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You paused there for an instant, eyes narrowing as you studied his features. “No,” you decided as you wrenched your hand free from his grasp and strode purposefully towards the dance floor, determined to assert your independence in the face of his domineering shit of an attitude.

You sensed Zoro's presence trailing behind you for a moment, his looming shadow casting a palpable weight in the midst of his annoyance, then not anymore. Ignoring his silent disapproval, you surrendered to the pulsating rhythm of the music, allowing it to guide your movements to the center of the crowd with instinctive grace. Drawn into the embrace of a stranger, you yielded to the seductive sway of the tune, granting the man’s touch to travel sensually along the curves of your body.

With each spin and turn, the stranger's hands ventured boldly, taunting the fabric of your shirt upwards to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of bare skin. He twirled you around, allowing your back to fall against his chest, as his fingers roamed in a slow, teasing display.

On any other day, you would have slapped the inquisitive touch away but on this night the nerve of his exploration served the audacity of your actions. You met the swordsman’s stare with a lidded gaze. Was that fury you saw flashing in his eye? Jealousy? Possessiveness? Whatever it was that twisting up his pretty face, it felt like a victory.

With a wicked grin, you yielded into the stranger's touch, inviting the tension to mount between you and the swordsman with each passing moment. You thrived on the satisfaction. The air hummed with unspoken defiance, a silent dare for Zoro to break his stoic façade.

The stranger's touch ventured further, his hand gliding from your stomach to your chest, his palm flat as he pressed against the fabric of your shirt before encircling your throat with a gentle yet possessive hold. Tilting your head back against his shoulder, you maintained eye contact with the swordsman, relishing the simmering intensity in his furious stare.

As the tension between you reached a crescendo, you observed with satisfaction as Zoro's hand tightened around the hilt of one of his swords, his knuckles whitening with the strength of his grip. The air crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken challenge that hung between you like a tautly drawn bowstring.

With a subtle shift in your stance, you silently dared Zoro to make a move. The stranger's touch remained a seductive invitation, a quiet provocation that dared the swordsman to act on his impulses.

And then, the tension shattered like glass.

With a swift, fluid motion, Zoro's hand inched away from the hilt of his sword, his steps carrying him across the crowded floor in a determined stride. Ignoring the curious glances of the tavern's patrons, he closed the distance between you with purpose, his gaze never leaving yours.

As he reached you, he grabbed your arm firmly but not roughly, pulling you away from the stranger's embrace with a possessiveness that left no room for argument. The stranger's hand fell from your throat, his expression a mix of surprise and resignation as he watched the swordsman stake his claim.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you shouted at him as you followed his lead.

Without a word, Zoro led you away from the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor, his grip tightening as he guided you through the maze of tables and chairs. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of his silent declaration hanging heavily between you.

As you emerged into the cool night air, the storm still raging overhead, the wind tousled your hair, rain slowly drenching your clothes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You shouted again, planting your feet down, obstinate anger filling you, refusing to budge.

Zoro’s expression remained flat; his jaw clenched in stubborn determination. “We’re going back to the ship,” he stated firmly.

You scoffed incredulously; the sound drowned out by the howling wind. “Like hell we are,” you retorted, your noncompliance unyielding. “I’m not going anywhere with you, swordsman.”

For a moment, the two of you stood locked in a silent standoff, the rain pouring down around you like a curtain of defiance. The tension crackled in the air, thick with unspoken words.

Fuck, he was stunning. You hated to admit it, but you’d missed him. Your eyes surveyed his face, taking in the scowl on his lips, the intensity of his gaze.

He moved with swift determination, pinning you against the slick brick wall. The freezing rain seeped through your already soaked clothes, but you paid it no mind amidst the brewing confrontation.

“What the fuck’s your problem?” you snapped, glaring up at him, defiance flashing in your stare.

“You’re infuriating,” he growled, leaning in close, his breath mingling with yours in the damp air.

“I’m still angry,” you declared, your brows furrowing with stubborn resolve.

“So am I,” he admitted, his hand traveling up to cradle the nape of your neck.

“You have no business being angry at me, swordsman,” you retorted, your tone sharp with wrath.

Despite the intensity of the storm raging around you, the charged atmosphere between you and Zoro crackled with an energy of its own. His grip tightened slightly, fingers tangling in your hair, his gaze boring into yours with a mixture of frustration and longing.

“You always make it so damn difficult,” he muttered, his voice low and tinged with exasperation.

“Me?” you scoffed, index pushing repeatedly into his chest painfully. “You're the one wh—”

But before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed against yours in a fervent kiss, silencing your protest with a searing passion. At first, you froze, then you matched his intensity, finding yourself responding to his movements with an equal measure of neediness, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair roughly as you pulled him closer.

His fingers traveled under your shirt, his touch scorching hot against the coolness of wet skin. You backed off searching for breath. Your eyes met his, the hunger in his gaze made your knees want to buckle a definite want settling in your core.

Fuck.

With a firm push, you disentangled yourself from his embrace, a flicker of confusion crossing his features before he yielded to your lead. As he took a step back, your hand found the hem of his sleeve, a determined look in your eyes as you started to move, dragging him through the winding maze of alleyways. Each turn was swift and decisive, your footsteps echoing against the forming puddles in the dips of the cobblestones as you navigated the labyrinthine paths with resolute haste, your destination clear in your mind.

Without a word, you pushed open the heavy wooden door of the hotel you’d been staying at, the warmth of the lobby enveloping you in a stark contrast to the coldness of the outside rain. The flickering glow of the lanterns cast dancing shadows upon the walls as you beelined to your room.

The swordsman hovered over you, placing soft kisses on your neck as you fumbled to unlock the door.

The lock clicked. You entered. In the sanctuary of your room, his hands grew bolder in their exploration, your shirt dragging dangerously high, the hem of your short skirt catching on your hips in a barely decent display.

“Shit,” you mewled, one of your hands finding purchase on the flat surface before you, nails digging in the wood as you tried to lock the door behind you. “Just let me lock the door,” you begged as he nipped at your neck, licked your ear.

He ignored your pleas, his body melting against yours, trapping you more firmly against him. His hand traveled against your thigh, traced the soft flesh near your core, his hips catching into yours. Your forehead met the wood of the door as the pads of his fingers found your soaked underwear, tracing light circles.

You moaned. Mind feeling empty as a wave of pleasure coursed through your veins.

He brought your hips tighter against his as his touch became rougher. He deftly pushed aside the drenched fabric, pads meeting your slick. Everything felt more intense all of a sudden, the embers of ecstasy unmuted as he explored relentlessly.

His name passed your lips in a high whine. He moaned against your ear, hips unwillingly bucking into yours. Fuck. You could feel how hard he was.

The lock finally clicked. You turned around. His lips found yours immediately in a primal urgency.

“The bed’s right there,” you mewled, your words breathy.

He kissed your jaw, down your neck. “Don’t care,” he said as one of his hands pushed up your shirt, your bra, fingers tracing the curve of your breast, pinching almost tenderly at your nipple.

“We should wash up first,” you protested meekly, your fists bunching in the wet fabric of his overcoat, movements contradicting your objections.

“Don’t care,” he repeated breath mingling with yours. He bit at your lower lip, tongue darting in, exploring, demanding.

You obliged, hands discovering his chest, never settling in one place.

As you broke away for air, he leaned back, his hungry gaze meeting yours. He smirked, taking in the want in your eyes, your bruised lips, the flush on your cheeks. He backed off a step, eye roaming over your body, searing in the image before him in his mind, the way your skirt was hiked up, the way the wet fabric of your shirt clung to your skin as you leaned against the door.

“Fuck,” he groaned. You were the very picture of depravity.

He fell to his knees, pressed a kiss on the front of your underwear as his hands traced up along your outer thighs. As his fingers curled against the lace of your panties, he looked up at you, a soft pause as he searched your features for any hint of hesitation.

The crystal-clear need etched on your face gave him all the confirmation he needed. He trailed the thin piece of fabric down. It caught for a moment on your knee-high boot as you lifted one leg to help him out.

Before you could put your foot down, his hand wrapped under your knee, bringing your leg over his shoulder. He leaned his head on your inner thigh, cheek against soft flesh before placing slow kisses, tender bites as he made his way toward your heat.

Your hands found purchase in his hair, pulling painfully on the unruly locks, nails digging into his scalp, backing him away. He looked up at you, a groan escaping him at the sensation. There was clear satisfaction in his gaze.

“Look at you, witch,” his voice was gruff, tick with lust.

It sent a shiver down your spine, a moan out your lips. You felt some of your slick drip on your thigh, cool against flushed skin. Heat spread across your face at the reaction of your body.

“I’m still angry,” you whispered as he started moving closer, one of his hands exploring up and down your outer thigh, the other dragging your skirt higher, before dipping down, fingers tracing your slit.

His grin broke into a smile as he brought them to his mouth, the light glistening on their wetness. He made a show of licking them clean. Tongue swirling, sucking against the digits before his lips came back to your inner thigh.

“I’m sorry, I was out of line,” he apologized dangerously close to your core, his breath teasing, your legs feeling less and less steady as seconds passed. “Forgive me.”

You whined his name, a hopelessly needy sound.

Finally, finally, he met your heat, giving you no time to adjust to the relentless rhythm of his onslaught. His tongue pressed against your clit as he devoured you with the hunger of a man deprived of water, each lick and suck a desperate quenching of his thirst.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, the world feeling like a hazy dream in between the waves of pleasure threatening to drown you. Your fingers tightened in the unruly locks, nails digging into the flesh at his nape as your hips bucked unwittingly.

He moaned against you, the muffled sound sending electric shocks through you. His hold on your thigh increased, anchoring you solidly against his shoulder as his nails left crescent marks in the plush flesh. His other hand went to your core, lifting the hood of your clit slightly as he redoubled his efforts.

Your eyes shot open at the sensation, breath catching in your throat. It was all too much, the pleasure cascading over your mind too sharp. One of your hands snapped away from his hair, clamping over your mouth, muffling the high-pitched scream that passed your lips. The back of your head hit the wood behind you loudly, the pain barely registering.

Your gaze met his, you sensed the satisfied smirk gracing his lips more than you saw it. He moved away from your clit, exploring. His tongue darting in and out of you, his fingers taking on the bundle of nerves instead.

You were about to come, your vision starting to feel overexposed, everything swirling around you. You tried to warn him, your words incoherent.

He maintained his rhythm, allowing you to tip over the edge, white overflowing your senses.

He continued tirelessly, your thigh trembling against his shoulder. You attempted to pry him off, but he remained doggedly obstinate in his ministrations.

You bit down painfully on your palm as your mind wrestled to keep up with the overstimulation. Your breath hitched and struggled with every inhale and exhale.

“Too much,” you begged, voice high, the sound muffled by your hand as a second orgasm coursed through you, tears threatening to flood your eyes.

He stopped then, waiting for your grip to loosen in his hair before coming back up. His chin was covered in your arousal. He pried your hand away from your mouth, pressing a soft kiss on the teeth marks etched in your skin before his lips found yours.

His movements were slow at first, allowing your mind to catch up. Then his tongue met yours in a forceful dance, the taste of your slick flooding your mouth.

Your knees buckled. Your fists bunched in his overcoat in an attempt to steady yourself but you still felt your back start to drag down against the door, your legs unable to keep you up.

His hands went behind your thighs, pulling you in his arms effortlessly. You melted in his chest, limbs uncooperative before he deposited you onto the bed.

As your back sank into the softness of the mattress, your eyes landed on the swordsman skillfully maneuvering one of your legs over his shoulder.

“Shoes,” you muttered as your gaze went to your boots.

He grumbled a curse under his breath, bringing your other leg to his shoulder so both feet were next to one another. “Always so fucking demanding,” he complained, words barely audible as with one hand he tugged at the laces of your boots, the other going to your cunt, two fingers entering your heat.

The squelching sound of your arousal as he fingered you was obscene. Lazy whimpers escaped you as they easily slipped in and out, the hazy feeling in your mind delightful. He suddenly curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, eliciting a loud moan out of you, the promise of rapture starting to edge at your vision once more.

“Zoro,” you begged between moans, his name flowing out of your lips again and again, a deprived chant.

He finished loosening the laces of the first boot, taking it off roughly and throwing it back without care. You dimly heard it hit something but it barely reached the edge of your mind, your attention entirely focused on the shifts of his fingers.

The pad of his thumb met your clit gently, teasing as he started unlacing the second boot.

You bucked under his touch, walls fluttering against his fingers.

His hand moved against the laces with sudden urgency, tugging harder and faster with each pull as he hurried through the process.

The second boot joined the other. You whined in protest as he left your heat. He opened your legs, settling himself between them.

You pushed yourself to your elbows, then sitting as you took off your shirt, your bra. Your bodies almost touched in the position, your legs draped over his thighs, warmth radiating from your skin, melting into his own.

You leaned back slightly, his gaze unabashedly took in the sight. His fingers skillfully unknotted the cords holding the swords at his side. There was a loud clang as they fell to the floor forgotten, his overcoat and stomach band following suit with urgency.

His hands grazed up your thighs, nails digging in and sending shivers to your core. He leaned in, his lips hovering ever so close over yours.

Your hand palmed his hard-on through the fabric of his pants. You looked up at him, pupils blown in desire.

The moan that escaped him was pure lust, primal as his breath mixed with yours.

It stirred something in you. You ached to see him writhe under your touch, hear that moan again, make him whimper.

“Let me return the favor,” you demanded, fingers moving up and down, groping before inching towards the waistband of his pants.

His hand intercepted yours roughly. “Not today,” he kissed your jaw, down your throat. “Can’t wait,” he muttered after giving your nipple a flick with his tongue.

He pushed you down, your back meeting the mattress in a small bounce. You rolled your hips against his, your arousal leaving a wet spot on the front of his pants. You felt his canine graze your breast as he relished the feeling, followed by a soft bite and his tongue as he sucked and marked.

“Then just fuck me already, swordsman,” you demanded.

He smirked against your skin. “So needy,” he remarked, pulling back, his hands departing from you as he undid his pants, his aching cock meeting your stomach.

He moved one of your legs expertly to his shoulder, fingers finding the scar near your ankle, tenderly tracing circles against it. Your other leg instinctively wrapped around his hip.

His gaze was filled with lust as he met yours. You felt the tip of his cock against your entrance. His lips went to the white line marking your skin in a soft kiss as he started sinking into you.

You whimpered as he dragged in further, the pace tortuously slow. Your fingers tangled in the sheets in ecstasy. The stretch was overwhelming, intoxicating.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your skin, biting down on the flesh above your ankle, leaving small red marks behind. “So fucking tight.”

You tried to roll your hips, take him in quicker but his hand stopped the movement, stilling you in a bruising hold.

By the time he was fully sheathed inside you, you were breathing hard, your walls already fluttering against him. He gave a tentative thrust, nails digging into the plushness of your hips before he dragged a hand to your lower stomach, increasing the pressure as he filled you oh so well.

He was so deep, it almost made your eyes roll. You could feel your breasts bounce with every slow thrust. For a moment you saw him admire the view but his gaze inevitably returned to your face as he relished each twitch of pleasure passing your features far more than anything else.

There was a furrow on his brow as he searched for something, his hand moving your leg, opening you up, trying to find a certain angle. You let out a sharp cry as a particular thrust made you see stars.

“Zoro,” you whined, one of your hands extending towards him, “fuck,” he was just out of reach, you wanted to touch him so bad. You let your hand fall, instead joining his for an instant on your stomach.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He slid out to the tip and slammed back in, his pace increasing now that he had found what he was searching for.

Your hand fell back to the covers at the intensity of his movements, knuckles white as you gripped the sheets. His palm roamed up from your stomach, roughly groping as he leaned forward, nearly folding you in half, his breath mingling with yours suddenly. His fingers settled on your neck, then your jaw as he bit your lower lip, and kissed you hard.

As he pulled back, his gaze blown with lust followed the strand of saliva connecting the two of you. “How long I’ve been wanting to do this?” he passed his thumb harshly on your reddened lips. “Just so you know, I’m only starting, witch.”

A smirk danced on your features at the boldness of his words, a chuckle escaping you, as though he wasn’t already fucking you senseless. You rolled your hips, meeting his rhythm. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, swordsman,” you retorted, the defiance in your stare igniting a spark in his eye, a challenge he was willing to see through.

In answer, his hand left your face, settled itself between your bodies, finding your clit in soft circles. Your back arched in pleasure, your hands flying to his arms, fingers looking for purchase. Incoherent swears passed your lips, your nails dug in, dragged along his arms. The pain mixing in with the pleasure earning you a loud groan on his part.

You dimly caught the sound of the bed creak with each of his thrusts, the way the headboard slammed on the wall now and then, but you didn’t care, the ecstasy washing over you making you forget all sense of propriety.

Your words were incomprehensible as he brought you nearer and nearer to the edge. Closer to desperate pleas and wanton moans than coherent sentences. Your whole body tensed hard as you orgasmed, a soft flush spread across your chest.

You heard him swear under his breath as your walls clenched around him but he didn’t stop as your mind struggled to come back. He suddenly turned you over, his thighs trapping yours. His hands found your hips, holding them up bruisingly. The moan you let out as he slid inside you again was so depraved that he almost came right there.

Your face dug in the covers, drool seeping in the fabric, nails digging hard in the soft weave. You heard threads snap as you writhed. He felt so deep. Your toes curled in pleasure. It was all too much, you were already so damned over sensitive.

“Shit, so good for me,” his hands palmed your ass roughly, velvety skin yielding under calloused fingers. His touch was domineering as it traveled along the curve of your back, pushing up your skirt, still bunched around your waist.

You felt a hand press between your shoulder blades, inch toward your neck, fingers tangling harshly in your locks for a fleeting moment. Then he grasped your arm, pulling you up easily, his arm snaking around you, his palm flat against your sweat covered skin as his hand moved up encircling your throat in a gentle yet possessive grip. Your hands instinctively settled on his forearm for support as you struggled to keep up.

The sound of wet slapping skin, the squelch as he drilled into you intensified in the position. His hand traveled up almost tenderly, cupping your face, turning you to him. His lips captured yours lazily, one of your hands shifted away from his arm, navigating to his nape, fingers tangling in his unruly hair.

The hand on your hip roamed down, fingers finding your clit. You spasmed and begged at the blitz of sensations. Thighs trembling, there was nothing you could do but hang on for dear life, your nails digging painfully in his forearm, in his neck as his pace fastened.

Your name passed his lips. “One more for me,” he pleaded, hot breath mixing with yours before biting hard on your shoulder.

“Please, Zoro, fuck,” you sobbed in pleasure as you felt your orgasm rapidly build up.

His hips stuttered, his rhythm broken by your pleas. “Where do you want me to cum?” the urgency in his voice was apparent as he breathed out the question.

“In-inside,” you begged over and over.

He groaned at that, the idea clearly pleasing to him. “Shit,” his thrusts were sloppy, his hold on your body harder. “So fucking perfect for me.”

With a particularly hard flick on your clit, your mind went blank, body hard then limp, entirely supported by the swordsman’s strength as rapture filled you.

He kissed and marked you almost painfully as you came down from your high, walls spasming sporadically around him. He swore emphatically, your name uttered between each curse, before emptying out inside you, his loud moans muffled against your skin.

His movements gradually slowed. He placed a fond kiss on your shoulder, and you whimpered as he pulled out of you, his seed dripping down your thigh. He lowered you gently on the bed, following you as he dropped himself next to you.

Lying there in the aftermath, a sense of weightlessness enveloped you, leaving your mind blissfully devoid of thought. His arm rested heavily on your stomach, the sensation of damp skin against damp skin a tactile reminder of the intimacy you had just shared. Gradually, he shifted, propping himself up on his elbow, his gaze fixed on you with a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

With a tenderness that caught you off guard, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before trailing along your jawline. You watched him, a puzzled furrow creasing your brow, as he rose from the bed with a quiet grunt, pulling up his pants, still pooled around his ankles, before disappearing into the adjacent bathroom.

"What are you doing?" you called after him, your voice hoarse with exhaustion.

"You said we should wash up," he grumbled in response, the sound of running water punctuating his words.

An amused snort escaped you. "Now? Really, Zoro?" You attempted to roll over, but your muscles felt weak, and you slumped back down in defeat.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him lean against the doorway, a faint smile playing on his features as he observed your futile attempt.

"Having some trouble?" he said, his voice laced with satisfaction as he stalked to your side, the bed dipping under his weight as he settled himself between your legs. If you weren't so fucked out, the smugness in his tone might have elicited an eye roll, but instead, a small chuckle escaped your lips at his comment.

One of his hands went behind your knee, opening you up for him. The other went to your slit, a sharp hiss escaping your lips at the over sensitivity. His fingers traced the seed dripping out of you.

He swore under his breath, his gaze blown out as he met your eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” you breathed out in a high-pitched whine, your hips arching away. “I’m too sensitive.”

His hand left your heat, slick fingers dragging up your thighs, bunching in the skirt still gathered at your waist.

He hummed in consideration, evidently wrestling with himself. "How do you take this off?" he asked, hovering uncertainly over the fabric of the waistband.

The smile that hit your lips was genuine as you looked at him. "The zipper's on the side, you moron," you replied, pointing lazily to the concealed closure.

He leaned down, planting a tender kiss on your lips as his fingers grasped the zipper tab and pulled it down. His touch lingered on your skin, the kiss deepening. His name escaped you in a soft warning, prompting him to pull back, his lips parting from yours as he guided the fabric off, gently lifting your hips.

Gathering you into his arms, he held you close. "What's with all the tenderness, swordsman?" you murmured, nuzzling your nose against his neck. "I thought you only knew direct approaches."

"Careful, witch," he said, his tone somehow serious as he teased, his hands squeezing plush flesh as he buried his face in your hair. "If you keep this up, I'm bringing you back to bed."

Before you could offer a witty response, he gracefully lowered you into the welcoming embrace of the bathwater. Instantly, warmth enveloped you, coaxing the tension from your weary muscles. With a contented sigh, you reclined against the edge of the tub, allowing the soothing heat to work its magic.

As you relaxed, your gaze drifted to Zoro, who was now bending down to unlace his boots. The soft glow of the bathroom accentuated the contours of his muscular arms, casting a mesmerizing play of light and shadow across his skin. You couldn’t help the smirk gracing your features as you looked at the red marks plaguing his chest, his biceps. In that moment, he was nothing short of stunning, having you trapped and entranced as he undid his pants, kicked them off along with his boots.

“Scoot,” he demanded with a cock of his head, his earrings glinting in the movement.

You raised a brow at his tone but still you obliged, shifting over. The water rose around you as Zoro settled in behind you, his presence adding to the comforting embrace of the bath.

As he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest, you didn’t resist as you backed into his hold, savoring the feeling of safety and warmth that surrounded you. The steady rhythm of his breathing was a soothing lullaby, calming your mind for a flicker of an instant.

For a while, you simply reveled in the blissful stillness of the moment, the only sound the soft murmur of the water as his hand traced up and down your arm in a mindless pattern and the quiet exhales of contentment that escaped you.

“About Yokubari,” you began, your voice barely a whisper, laden with uncertainty.

You felt him tense behind you, his fingers coming to a halt. His lips brushed against the skin near your ear, a delicate, repentant gesture. “I'm sorry,” he muttered, his apology scarcely audible over the pitter-patter of the rain against the rooftop.

You paused, grappling with the words on the tip of your tongue. “I won't deny that I'm still furious with you, Zoro,” you confessed, the admission hanging heavy in the air between you. “But it wasn’t all you. I was tired and scared, and I overreacted. I shouldn’t have left you alone with Yokubari like that, it was irresponsible on my part.”

There was a beat of silence, his lips trailing down your neck, over your shoulder, tracing the marks he’d left moments ago. His arms slid from the bath’s edge, sinking into the water and wrapping around your waist, pulling you tighter against him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice grumbly and muffled against your skin. “You were right, I lost myself for an instant.”

You weren’t certain what it was you wanted to say, so you stayed quiet for a while. “Did you at least figure it out?” You asked eventually.

One of his hands traveled up from your stomach tracing the curve of your breast, playing with your nipple absentmindedly. The other went to your thigh, grabbing the soft flesh, his thumb moving in light circles. You felt his teeth sink in your neck.

“I figured out what I needed to,” he muttered halfheartedly as he kissed the bite mark tenderly.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, trying to understand what he meant. You let your head fall on his chest as you looked up at him.

“What the fuck does that mean?” You pressed, your voice tinged with apprehension.

Zoro's grip tightened around you, his expression conflicted as he struggled to find the right words. "I meant... I learned enough to control it, to keep it from consuming me," he explained, his tone imbued with a mixture of reluctance and determination. "But whether I've completely figured it out... I haven’t." He paused, his gaze searching yours before he continued. "I tried figuring it out on the day you left but I haven’t touched it since. It felt wrong to handle it without you there. I gave you my word. I should have kept it better."

His hand traveled up, wrapping around your throat for a moment before turning your head and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’re an idiot, swordsman,” your breath mingled with his.

His lips curved into a wry smile against yours, his grip gentle yet possessive as he deepened the kiss, seeking solace and reassurance in the warmth of your embrace. You sank into him, the tension of the past few days melting away with each caress, each shared breath.

“I am,” he admitted. His touch left your face, going back to your breast with more purpose, his hand inched towards your heat once again, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“And you’re insatiable,” you complained in a whine, one of your hands flying to the bath’s edge to find purchase, the other settled on his leg at your side, nails digging hard.

His fingers met your core, opened you up, “I know,” he said with satisfaction dripping in his tone at the reaction of your body.

Bonus scene:

Roronoa Zoro found himself facing the consequences of his actions. The realization dawned on him that he had indeed messed up…bad. He hadn’t anticipated you staying away for so long—a thought that seemed absurd now as he reflected on it. With closed eyes, he furrowed his brow, attempting to will himself to sleep, though slumber had eluded him ever since you departed. His jaw clenched, the memory of the hurt in your eyes flickered behind his eyelids, haunting him relentlessly.

The abrupt slam of the door shattered the fragile peace of his solitude, and he fought the instinct to flinch, hoping to be left alone a moment more.

“Good, you’re awake,” Nami stated, her perceptive gaze cutting through his feigned slumber. “Follow me.”

He reluctantly cracked an eye open, a scowl of irritation etching his features. “I’m trying to sleep,” he grumbled, but the determined look in Nami’s stare made him concede defeat before the battle had even begun.

“Fine,” he muttered, begrudgingly rising to his feet.

His footsteps stopped in front of the establishment, the realization of what Nami was trying to achieve downing on him. Had he known that the navigator was going to drag him all the way to you, he would have undoubtedly put up more of a fight. He tried to turn away but her hand grabbed him hard, pulling him with her.

“Don’t come back until you’ve made up,” Nami urged, shoving him through the doorway of the bar. “I don’t know what you did, but apologize.”

With a pat on the back, she left him standing there, her words echoing in his mind.

He sighed, shifting uncertainly in the entryway, his gaze surveying the small, cozy space. Inevitably, he spotted you, leaning against the bar, engaged in conversation with someone he couldn’t quite see, a soft smile gracing your lips.

If he were honest, he had had every intention of apologizing in that moment. However, as he watched the young man lean closer to you, an unfamiliar pang of jealousy stirred within him. Rationality reminded him that you didn’t belong to him; you were your own person. Yet, as he witnessed the intimacy of the gesture, heard the clear din of your laughter ring through the chatter of the room, his frustration boiled dangerously. The countless apologies he had rehearsed over the past few days evaporated from his mind as he stormed to your side.

You had willfully ignored him from the moment you noticed his presence, your fury towards him still evident in the fire of your eyes. He sensed his own annoyance doubling at his inability to know how to handle the situation.

Yet, as your angry gaze had met his, he felt a rush of emotions flood over him—a mixture of longing and regret.

Damn it.

In the soft glow of the lanterns, you looked breathtakingly beautiful, and he couldn't help but be drawn to you. He wanted nothing more than to pin you to that bar and kiss you dizzy. You snapped something at him, but he couldn't quite register the words amidst the whirlwind of unknown reactions coursing through him.

Before you could escape him again, he grasped your hand. A possessive hold that was unlike him.

“We’re going back to the ship,” He said, his voice feeling far away, as though it was someone else’s. Hell, even he realized how ridiculous he sounded when the words left his lips.

Fuck.

He didn’t even know how to get back to the ship.

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mrsnegan · 2 years ago

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Good Girl (Negan x Reader x Joel)

Note: Just a little drabble for you with my main men. I'm thirsty. 😅🤤

Warnings: no plot, just smut, threesome, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected, praise kink, squirting, cum play

"I know you've got another one for us, don't you? Be a good girl," Negan teases while driving himself over and over again into you. Your muscles are sore from clinging to their bodies, your head swims with pleasure, almost unbearable but oh so delicious. You wouldn't want it any other way.

Joel's fingers lightly graze your swollen clit and you flinch, a shaky moan leaving your lips.

"We've got you, darling. Just one more," he whispers, eyes dark with lust. He adds more pressure and you try to get away from the onslaught of pleasure, but you are anchored on Negan's cock, his grip bruising your hips.

"You can take it, I know you can. You're so good for us, such a pretty little thing." Negan's voice is deep, his gaze fixed on where you are joined and where Joel's skilled fingers rub you in tight circles.

It keeps building rather rapidly inside of you, yet another orgasm they are gifting you, hopefully the last for the evening because your body can't possibly take any more.

"Gonna...gonna cum," you breath, your hands trying to find something to hold on to, one landing on Joel's arm, the other twisting into the sheets.

"Good girl, give it to us." Joel's fingers speed up, rubbing your clit just right while Negan pushes into you without mercy.

The blinding pleasure finally peaks, white hot euphoria takes over your body. You can't contain the scream leaving you, can't contain the liquid squirting out of you, pushing Negan out and staining him and the sheets.

"Fucking hell," Negan curses, pushing himself back in while Joel, eyes half-lidded, keeps rubbing you through your blinding high.

Just as you think you're finally spent, milked from all you could give them, it's building again.

"Fuuuck", you wail, another orgasm rushing through your body, leaving you shaking and utterly helpless. Your nails dig into Joel's arm who uses his lips to kiss the sweaty skin on your neck, humming and hissing alike.

Negan pulls out of you under a litany of curses, painting your pussy and Joel's fingers with his seed before he collapses beside you on the bed.

"So fuckin' good, darling, so precious," Joel compliments, his fingers dancing through your sodden folds, sending aftershocks through your overstimmulated system.

You finally let go of his arm, tiny half moons adorning his skin where your nails dug in.

While Negan is still catching his breath, his own fingers soothingly caressing your upper arm, sinister smirk in place, Joel carefully wedges himself between your legs, kissing your lips tenderly. His coated hand disappears between your bodies, pumping his rock-hard length with quick strokes. He has been on the edge for quite some time but instead of sinking himself into you and violating your limits, Joel strokes himself faster and faster, approaching his own orgasm, knowing very well there will be a continuation some time later.

You watch him with hooded eyes, watch him let go, furrowing his brows, mouth agape, also shooting his load onto your pussy.

"Damn, that's hot," you hear Negan shamelessly admit, his fingers tracing a path across your skin towards your center, collecting your mixed releases and bringing them to your mouth.

Willingly and with a soft moan, you lick his fingers clean, never leaving Joel's gaze who, panting himself, takes your hand into his cum-stained one and places featherlight kisses into your palm.

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south-of-heaven · 1 year ago

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Can you write Rhea and Buddy with reader who's afraid of fireworks/firecrackers, helping her to get through New Year's Eve because neighbors' annoying kids are playing with firecrackers and scarying her?

Firecracker || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Buddy Matthews

Summary: Rhea and Buddy help you get through New Years Eve.

New Year's Eve, a night that the world celebrates with joy and anticipation, is a personal battle for you. As the day unfolds, you feel the tension building, knowing that the explosive sounds of fireworks and firecrackers are imminent. A childhood accident has left you terrified of these sudden bursts, and each year, facing the cacophony becomes a daunting challenge.

As night descends, the echoes of laughter and the popping sounds grow louder. The neighbors' kids, excitedly playing with firecrackers on the street, send shivers down your spine. The anxiety builds, threatening to engulf you entirely.

Sitting on the couch, you try to keep a brave face, but the tension is palpable. Rhea and Buddy, perceptive to your unease, exchange concerned glances. They understand the depth of your fear and are determined to shield you from the onslaught of sounds.

Rhea gently sits beside you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders, offering a comforting presence. "We've got you, love. You don't have to face this alone," she assures you, her voice a soothing balm.

Buddy, always attuned to your needs, joins the effort. He fetches noise-canceling headphones, placing them gently over your ears. The outside world fades away, replaced by a calming silence. He sits down on your other side, providing a reassuring anchor.

The three of you sit in the dimly lit room, cocooned in a bubble of understanding. Rhea whispers words of comfort, while Buddy remains a steady presence. As the first firecracker pops outside, Rhea's grip tightens, and Buddy shoots a reassuring glance your way.

Their unwavering support gives you the strength to endure the onslaught. With every burst, they offer words of encouragement, distracting you with anecdotes and stories. Rhea even pulls you into a gentle dance, swaying to an imaginary melody, creating a haven of tranquility in the midst of the chaos.

When the last firecracker has fizzled out, you slowly remove the headphones, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. Rhea and Buddy exchange proud smiles, their eyes reflecting the shared triumph over the fear that haunted you.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Rhea leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Anytime, love. We're always here for you."

Buddy wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "You're not alone in this. We've got each other."

As the clock strikes midnight, signaling the arrival of the new year, you find solace in the arms of Rhea and Buddy. The transition from dread to relief becomes a testament to the strength of love and the unwavering support that surrounds you.

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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 10 months ago

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Counterproductive Tendencies ✩ James Hetfield

⭒ introductory, part one, part two, part three ⭒ (wordcount: 7.8k )

Part four of multiple: Lakeside Views and Imminent Goodbyes (Part Two) (18+)

Mentions/Warnings: cliff jumping, partial skinny dipping, explicit sexual content, oral sex (both receiving)

Yellow-tinged sunlight beams itself upon your mostly bare thighs as you slump backwards and rest your head against solid and warm, large palms. Thick and calloused, ring-clad fingers, run their way through your baby hairs, as Cliff and Jason haphazardly argue and banter back and forth over the soft onslaught of metal music melodizing through the car's aged speakers- the warming up air traveling through the partially rolled down windows barely being enough to keep the confined space of the car from becoming too condensed and unbearable, from the heat radiating off and through the front windshield's window alone. Empty beer bottles rattle and collide together near James and Jason's feet, the sound emanating from them sounding like windchimes, a peaceful juxtaposition to their raising voices and the line of traffic multiplying and growing behind your guys' car.

"How much longer do you think we've got left, if you estimate it?" Jason asks again, his last few words sounding muffled as he slides his bottom lip in between his front teeth to hold back his already poorly hidden bout of laughter. You rush to raise a hand up to your own mouth to conceal your wide and amused grin, the small burst of laughter residing in your throat just barely being kept inside as Cliff tosses an incredulous look over his right shoulder. "Because not only was I not allowed to ride shotgun, but I was also lied to about how long it'd take for us to get down to the lake."

"We've barely even been in the car for more than twenty minutes, you not-so-little shit," Cliff snips back as an answer, even as the side of his mouth involuntarily quirks up to show his true reaction to his newest bandmate's playful complaints and questioning. "Keep on bitching, and I'll strap you to the front and let you sunbathe with the gnats." James leans forward and presses his own mirthful smile against the back of your head, his hands and arms sliding down to wrap and encircle themselves around your front to bring you in even closer. You lower your head to place a kiss on his nearest wrist, your eyes almost closing in bliss as you're squeezed back in a nonverbal answer and reassurance, and fully embraced.

You jolt forward instead and widen your eyes as the car harshly brakes, and disbelieving laughter fills the sudden silence in the shocked space. Kirk tosses a rushed and apologetic arm out the driver's side window of Jason's car as they fully emerge themselves in front of Cliff's and continuously speed forward, Lars' uninhabitable and unhidden screech of adrenaline filled merriment still coherent and audible as they hurriedly pass by. James' embrace turns into a secured and protective grip as Cliff curses out loud and barrels his foot into the accelerator, perspiration accumulating on your chest and lower back as you force yourself to calm down and suck in a deep breath.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" James asks you in a worried murmur, his tone soft and placating, while his arms continue to hold you in a near, vicelike manner. You nod dazedly and extend your hands to hold onto his forearms, slow grins growing on the guys' faces as your deep inhalations turn into dumbfounded and astounded chortles. The tense air in the car quickly tethers and breaks at the sound, and James coerces himself into slowly relaxing his hold around you. You lean back in the front seat and prop your head up against his left shoulder, as Cliff manages to pass Kirk and Lars and waves a blind middle finger in their direction.

"Five dollars Lars had his foot on the pedal." Jason bets, his attention now on the comic book splayed open on his lap, his words coming out lazily as warm, pillowed puffs of air loosen the hold the elastic has around his hair. James purses his lips and finds Cliff's eyes in the rearview mirror, only airing out his side of the bet once Cliff shakes his head. "Ten they were trying to open cans of Coors, and Kirk forgot he was the one driving." You shake your head in amusement and sigh in relief as the tendrils of hair once sticking to your cloying neck, blow free over the tops and expanse of James' biceps. Cliff meets you halfway with an exasperated look, as Jason ups the amount and James lets out a scoff, before doubling it.

"You already regretting crossing the street and knocking on our door?" He kiddingly asks you, the drawl in his voice amused and low as he leaves Jason's car behind and intercepts his way into another lane on the highway. Hard blasts of stale, spring air whip against the sides of his car as you send him a large grin, and delicately graze your thumb against the beauty mark situated on James' left elbow. Soft, hushed murmurs of folk music cascade through the small gaps of the car's windows from another nearby, as you easily and readily divulge your response, the answer being automatic.

"Never."

⭒

The guy's gradually quiet down as the lake comes into view, and you slowly raise your head from James' shoulder to look around in silent, stunned awe. Sun ladened diamonds shine and dance their way across the acres-long expanse of water, as lilies and pickerelweed plants and flowers brightly and colorfully stand tall at the precipice of the waterline, while simultaneously making their way across the entirety of the water's edge. Cicadas chirp from the surrounding trees, and birds expressively speak to each other as Cliff brings the car to a stop. Your hand is wrapped around the passenger side's door handle before it's even placed in park, your awe turning into excitement with every second that passes by as you take everything in.

James is barely able to disconnect from you, before you're rushing out of the car and glancing around with a wide smile, his soon matching your own as he takes in your giddy expression and enlarged eyes. Jason places his comic book to the side, before sliding off and out the backseat, and unevenly stepping onto the sun-marked and stained pebbles and rocks. He makes his way over to the back of the car and leans against the trunk next to Cliff, them sharing a knowing and content glance as James walks over to you.

"James has had a box in his room for the past few days, and I'm pretty sure he brought it here with him today." Cliff says in a quiet tone, his eyes only gliding away to look at a bee landing on top of a lotus-covered, lily pad. Jason peers forward as Kirk and Lars skid to a halt only a few feet away from them, his eyebrows sarcastically raising as they both shout out a muffled sorry over the car's still running engine.

"I came down earlier, after I saw him holding onto it. That's why I called her upstairs. I was hoping he'd give it to her already. Even though I don't know what the hell's inside." Cliff grins to himself as Jason loudly whispers, the few beers he had earlier becoming apparent in the way he wasn't able to keep his voice down. Luckily, Kirk slammed his door shut at the same time, and Cliff pushes himself off the bumper to make his way over to his sheepish looking best friend.

"I almost totaled my car because of you." He teases, purposefully making his tone hard, and bites back a laugh as the other immediately begins to stutter out an apology. "I swear, it wasn't my fault. At least, not all the way. Lars almost spewed, and he thought drinking was the only way to curb his hangover, so he reached down by the gear shift to grab a can of beer," Kirk rubs at the back of his neck and looks away as Lars stumbles his way out of the passenger's side, drunkenly raising a thumb after he manages to land on his feet and shut the door on his own. Jason lets out a groan, before begrudgingly making his way over to help steady the Dane. "I may have also forgotten I was the one driving, but only for a second." Cliff softens his expression as Kirk looks up at him worriedly, raising a hand to pat him on the back as his friend attempts to begin to apologize again.

"I'll call us even, but only if you help me get this shit out of the trunk, and help me get all of these tents built," Cliff offers, watching with an amused grimace as Jason bends over to turn the key in his car's ignition to off, letting out a string of curses as Lars tries to jump on his back at the same time. "I don't think the rest of the guys are going to be much help. Not until they sober up, at least." Kirk gloomily looks over at the boot of the car, before nodding. He soon lets out a groan once he opens the trunk and the contents nearly pop out all at once and tumble over.

"What about James?" Kirk asks petulantly, the tone in his voice bordering on a whined out exhale. Cliff silently nods his head towards the couple making their way down the stone path, near the entrance of the woods. "They've only got so many days left together, before we hit the road again," Cliff begins, reaching forward to heave a large, still boxed and unassembled, tent kit out of his car. Kirk winces at the echo the box leaves behind, as it makes contact with the rough grounding now underneath it. "We should let them have an easy time, before things become less easy and harder on the road. You know how things can get, have gotten." Dark curls tickle his shoulders as Kirk bends down to lift the cooler and store bags instead of verbally answering, only sending his friend and bandmate a dismissive look over the condensate-covered container once he's fully stood back up.

"Things will be better for him this time, for all of us," Kirk affirms, closing the trunk with finality once everything is piled up outside of the car and its earlier compartment. All except for one bag. "If he's doing this well, while already knowing how much little time they've got left together, he'll be fine once they're separated and doing their own shit." Kirk tilts his head to the side, watching as you two share a smile and walk your way into the wooded area. The usual weight he has on his chest while thinking of James alone on tour, suddenly feels light. Cliff looks away as Jason and Lars clumsily make their way on over, him sending them a grateful smile, as they cautiously bend over and seemingly pick up the lightest and easiest things left to carry.

Cliff nods in the direction of the flattest looking grassy area, and drops down in a squat, allowing a laughter lined smile to temporarily push his worries away, as the guys playfully gasp at the sight of him taking out his switchblade. He digs it into the side of the box, and then turns around to face them once again, his smile turning cheeky as he watches two out of three of his best friends let out a groan at the thought of having to move around anymore than they already have.

"Alright. Let's get even."

⭒

Small and uneven pieces of stone and gravel scatter beneath yours and James' boots as you two make your way even farther down the path and fully into the woods, the hot and incessant sun and its following heat temporarily being blocked by the tall trees' branches and leaves now covering you two. James grins widely as you playfully shove him to the side, before readjusting the already too large, self-cut off sleeves of his shirt back onto your shoulders. You unsuccessfully hide your own as his fingers find purchase on your shoulder blades once again, the pads of his warm fingertips dipping underneath the fabric of his t-shirt to lightly dance across your heated up and already tanning skin.

"I'm just trying to make sure you aren't hurt, baby. That's all." James playfully insists, his grin turning into a smirk as he feels the chill that runs its way down your spine from his simple touch alone. You hum noncommittedly, trying to coax yourself into coming off as relaxed. Your breath gets caught in your chest as the trees eventually disappear, and an even more beautiful sight than before comes into view. You two stand only a few feet away from the edge of a much taller drop into the lake, a rosebush on each side of the precipice a beautiful arrangement of pink and purple. You extend your arm, and only move forward once you feel James' long fingers intertwine with your own. You allow yourself to be gently tugged and tucked into his side, your joined hands being held behind your back as he places a kiss on your dampened temple.

"I can't believe you just randomly found a place like this on your own." You breathe out, your tone incredulous and heavy with wonder. James' next words make your cheeks wildly color, and you cant your head back to look into his eyes. "I only found this part of the path after I met you, actually." Your eyebrows furrow as you watch him get lost in thought, and as his smirk falls down into a slightly downtrodden expression. You lift your free hand and use your open palm to rest it upon his jawline, holding onto him as he peers down at you, suddenly looking tired.

"Hey, what's going on up in there?" You ask quietly, not wanting to interrupt the moment by accidentally raising your voice or talking too loudly. James shakes his head, and then hesitates, the hand holding your own coming loose enough to reach forward and grip onto the fabric of his shirt around you instead. "I thought I was alright with the idea of going back on tour and us doing long-distance, but I don't think I am," he confesses, bringing his other hand up to encapsulate it with the one currently cradling the side of his face. "The last few days without seeing you have been terrible enough on their own as is, I can't imagine a few days turning into a few months."

Realization dawns on you, and you can't help the soft coo that finds its way out of you. You gently turn your hand around in James' own and wrap your smaller palm around his, before beckoning him towards a higher leveled rock. Watery, blue irises meet yours as you sit him down and make your way onto his lap, his free arm instinctively wrapping itself around your middle to bring you flush against his front. "I'm not going anywhere." You start, your tone coming out as matter of fact. You place a delicate kiss on the side of his mouth before he can rebut, wanting more than anything for your physical touch to be more than enough reassurance that you're still here, and that you always will be.

"Where am I now?" You ask him, his lips twitching upward as the question reminds him of the ones he had asked you earlier this morning. "You're right here, with me." He answers throughout a small and gentle, growing smile.

"And where will I be when I'm not able to be there with you physically?" You whisper, your lips brushing against his as you press your palm on his bare chest, resting it against the skin covering his fast-beating heart. "Right here, a phone call away, a letter away, maybe even a ticket if we're lucky," you lift yourself up on your knees to rest your forehead against his, before continuing. "It's not like I won't miss you, won't want you close, but we can still make this work. I'm here with you, whether you're across the street, or across the country. So, please, be here with me. While I still have the opportunity to have you in my arms. While we still have the opportunity to experience new things together." James swallows thickly and murmurs his own agreeance, before tilting your head down with his thumb, and lowering you into a devouring, passionate kiss.

Your lips audibly shift against his with every slick and breathed out moan, your fingers molding themselves into his sweat clad skin, while his own reach down to caress small circles around the fingerprint marks he left behind only a few hours ago. Warmth awakens within your gut as you feel James subconsciously buck his hips forward, and as the soft fabric of his swimming trunks brush against the rough texture of your denim covered zipper. As you hungrily swallow down his gasped out exhale, an aborted exclamation tears itself out of your chest as a cheeky sounding throat clears itself from behind you, only a few feet away.

You squeeze your eyes shut as a drunken laugh reverberates and echoes over to you two, the sound of a bag being placed on the ground following soon after. You groan in mortification as Lars speaks up, the amusement in his voice making his accent thicker and richer with every word he forces out through choked back titters. "Kirk made me walk this out and over to you nasty fuckers, since I'm apparently still too out of it to help them build the tents," you brave a look over your shoulder and immediately blaze red as you two make eye contact, your shoulders dropping and hunching forward as you twist back around to bury your face into James' neck. James sends his best friend a glare, before nodding his head towards the path's walkway. Lars raises his hands in faux surrender, beginning to stumble as he starts to walk backwards. "Don't know if there's any condoms in your girl's bag, but I do know that she at least brought a yellow towel." Lars holds back a grin as he hears you let out a muffled and embarrassed sound, tilting his head down towards your bag once he's sure you aren't looking, and mouths bikini to James, before fully turning around.

"Fuck off." James spits, hiding his own amusement at being caught behind his urge to get Lars away to make you feel more comfortable. The Dane's laughter is still audible after the sound of his footsteps subside, and you only raise your head once James begins to fully sit back up again and gently taps at your backside.

"I'm never going back out there again," you declare, running a hand through your hair as you shift yourself back to sit on the heels of your booted feet. "I'll just swim home, I brought a bikini for a reason." James can't help the loud burst of laughter that fights its way out of him at your defeated tone and Lars' earlier mention, and you can't help but to dissolve into giggles at the hilarity of the situation. Tears spring to your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath, it hitching in your chest once you blink them away and catch onto the look James sends your way. Oceanic colored joy shines around his dilated pupils as he watches you finish up your bout of laughter, and heartfelt warmth fills the entirety of your chest as you finally make sense of the look you're being gifted with. Love.

You glance down at your bag, feeling overwhelmed. Your hands shake at your sides as you try to come to terms with everything coincidingly happening at once. You and James making things official, Cliff approving of you, you seeing James with a small, jewelry box. James, your now boyfriend, looking at you with so much love. You force yourself not to run, to not backtrack, and you send him a small smile, before rising to your feet.

"You agreed to experience new things with me while we have the time, chance and the opportunity to, right?" You ask, relief flooding through you as James looks up at you openly, albeit a bit confused, before nodding. Your smile widens as he immediately takes your hand once you outstretch it towards him, and he quickly chokes out your name as his shirt is tossed over your head and onto the now newly abandoned rock.

You take a step aside as you reach back to unlatch the clasps holding your bra together, your smile turning shy as you watch your boyfriend's jaw slacken and lower at the sight of you. "Go swimming with me?" Your bra straps just barely graze your forearms before he's vehemently nodding his head yes, his cheeks burning a bright red.

⭒

Heated stone burns the backs of your upper thighs as you dangle your feet over and off the edge of the large rock and its cliff, hiding your doubt and hesitation as James tosses your bag down to the side of the lower level of foundation, the eventual landing of the carrier sounding long and far away. Your bikini straps lightly dance around your upper back as you graze your calves against the smooth moss collecting around a part of the overhang, sending James a nervous glance once he straightens up, his own expression now bright and excited.

"When I offered to go swimming, I didn't mean cliff diving." You murmur, sucking in a deep breath as you peer down to see how far your feet are from the actual body of water. James hides his grin behind his hair, before squatting and sitting down next to you, his bare shoulder caressing your own as he does so. "And if you're nervous, you can just say so." He rebuts, his tone teasing. His eyes rake over your form as you begin to tense up, his amused smile turning gentle as he watches you stutter in an uneven exhale. Your breath evens out as his warm palm raises and steadily runs itself down the middle of your spine, the cool temperature of his rings making you feel familiarized, as you slowly peel your eyes away from the main source of your anxiety.

"We don't have to do this if you aren't ready or comfortable, babe," he reassures you, his thumb delicately dipping into the natural curve of your back as you lean and arch into his touch. "We can just walk back down the path and past the boys. There's a lower level down there, and I'm sure one of the guys can join us, if that'll make you feel more safe and secure about it." Your lips shakily lift at his caring proposal, before immediately shaking your head no and dragging your now bare heels across the solid surface beneath you.

"Lars has probably told everyone that he walked in on us having sex on top of the first solid surface we saw already." You respond around a small huff of laughter. James can't hold back his own sound of amusement, and you both fall into a small moment of silence, before he slowly extracts his touch and inches his way forward. You follow after him, reaching down to tightly grasp onto his right hand as your backside makes contact with the slippery ridge. James turns his hand around, palm facing the sky, and intertwines your damp digits with his, before twisting to the side to place a kiss on the middle of your neck placatingly.

"Don't look down, look at me," He instructs you, squeezing your hand in his and sending you a proud smile as you do so. He tilts his head toward the water. "The water's only fifteen feet deep, and the jump is even less than that. I know it seems scary now, but I promise you, I'll be right next to you the entire time. And if it at any point feels like too much, just hold onto me, and I'll keep you from going in too deep." You nod along with his words, your heartbeat regulating in your chest and your fingers relaxing in his hold as you look up into his affirming gaze.

"I won't ever let you fall on your own or stray too far away from me." He promises, his words sounding heavier than intended, like a double meaning commitment. You ease back and then straighten up, your eyes momentarily leaving his to glance back down at the lake, no longer feeling overwhelmed, as a gentle ripple accumulates itself into a small wave just a few yards away from you two. "I trust you." You hearten, looking back at your boyfriend just in time to see the way in which your words affect him. James' smile widens and he takes in an enlarged, heavy breath, his pulse skittering underneath his wrist, which is directly pressed up against your own.

"And I trust you." He echoes back, his tone the most gentle and vulnerable thing. You elongate your thumb to brush it against his index finger's second knuckle, before nodding and bending your ankles back to brace yourself for the quick jump and drop. "Let's do this." You grin, your anxiety now long gone, as adrenaline and security run through you instead.

Your thighs touch as you two prepare yourselves at the precipice, and you two share an excited smile, before using your free hands as leverage to lift and push yourselves off the mount and edge of the rock. James' bright laughter is the last sound you coherently hear, before you stretch out and make contact with the lake's water.

Your feet kick underneath you as you fully submerge, the cold water awakening goosebumps on your skin as you relax your body and allow yourself to naturally float back up. Ripples of crystallized sunlight greet you as you reopen your eyes right before your head reaches the top, and you gasp in a delighted breath of fresh air as you resurface. Joyous titters bubble themselves out of you before you can help it, and you whip your head around to find James, only to have the sounds muting and freezing in your throat as you seemingly find yourself alone. Before you can even call out for him, a hand encircles itself around your left ankle, and yanks you back under.

You panic and thrash, only to huff as your eyes find his underwater, the first few feet of water illuminated enough by the sun to see his grin a few inches away from you. You reach a hand out to shove at his shoulder, before wiggling your leg free and swimming back up to the top. Droplets make their way down your forehead and temples as James cackles next to you, his hair clinging to the sides of his face and making him look even more youthful as he laughs. You forcefully whip your hand underneath a wave in his direction and bellow out a laugh as a sizeable splash of water directly smacks him in the face.

"Oh, you're gonna get it." He playfully gravels, his smile jubilant and euphoric as he reaches his arms and hands out to grab onto you. You shriek and halfheartedly attempt to break free, fully relaxing in his grasp as his hands slide down to rest upon your hips instead of assumingly pulling you back under or tickling you. Your arms encircle themselves around his shoulders, and you hold back a shiver as you're lifted out of the water and placed onto the cornerstone next to your bag. James slides himself between your legs and rests a forearm on each of your knees, a nervous laugh of yours echoing in the air as he places a brush of a kiss against your wet, bare stomach.

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers against you, his bottom lip caressing the skin beneath your bellybutton as he speaks. Your thighs begin to tremble as his arms slide back down into the water, and his large palms hold your legs wide open instead. A whine tears itself from your chest as his tongue travels down to the beginning of your bikini bottom, the whine turning into a moan as he turns his head to the side to bite the tied knot free on the side of your striped material. Once blue turned onyx irises peer up at you as you push the hair from clinging to the side of his face back past his shoulders, the sun barreling heat down on your reddening face as one of his hands slide up to rest upon your upper thigh. "Still trust me?" He asks, his tone turning husky as he watches the now free material bare another inch of your skin to him, and as your nipples harden and petal from your newly, onset arousal.

You needily nod, your clit beginning to pulsate behind the nylon as his right hand reaches up to push it to the side, your breath halting as he lets out a curse as soon as your sex is finally visible. "Even prettier than I thought it'd be." He nearly moans out, sounding drunk. You can barely blink, before he's descending down upon you, and running the entirety of his thick and hot tongue through your folds. Your fingertips press into his skull as he skillfully takes you apart, your stomach muscles tightening and convulsing as you fight back the urge to scream his name. Thick rings press themselves in your skin to hold you in place as you writhe, and your head falls back to rest upon your partially open bag as the tip of his tongue slides up to lap at your clit.

"James," you sob, your pussy beginning to throb and become hypersensitive as his free hand comes up to rub its fingertips against your sopping wet entrance. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as he slowly pushes and curves a finger into your tight heat, a strangled and wet sound clawing its way out of your chest as he finds your g-spot on his first attempt. Overstimulated tears lie on the edge of your lash lines as he lifts his head from you, your wetness leaving a thick glaze on his chin as he looks up at you, a second finger entering you as he watches you fall apart right in front of him. "Please."

"What do you need, sweetheart?" He coos, his voice sounding unaffected, while his chest heaves and his tongue peeks out like a man starving to lick at whatever it can reach beneath his bottom lip. James moans as he feels your walls constrict against his middle and ring fingers, his swollen lips lifting as your hips raise from the rock to try and ride them. "Need me to finger fuck you a little bit faster, don't you? So fucking needy for me. I knew you'd taste and look like a dream once I finally got the chance to be alone with you. Look at you now, doing and being so good for me." Your eyes roll back in your head as he crooks his digits upward, your heels you've been using to help you thrust sliding down and weakening as his second knuckles nudge against your sponge-like spot relentlessly.

"I just need you, always just need you." You answer through unadulterated and hiccupped mewls, no longer caring about if the other boys could hear you as you get closer to orgasming. James lowers himself back down onto you before he can mutter the few words dying to make their way out of his mouth, making his appendage useful as he sucks at your clit and flattens it against your weeping pulse point. Your knees lock around his shoulders as your hips raise from the ground once again, before dropping back down with a soaking wet sound, a wail of your boyfriend's name being wedged out of your gaping mouth as you release all over his face and over welcoming tongue.

Yesyesyesyes repeatedly makes its way out of your jaw slack mouth as he continues to lick and lap and suck, his fingers only slowing down and halting once you begin to whine and push his head and wrist away. Ripples of shivers wrack and shake their way through your entire being as you fight to bring in air, eyesight blurred from the force of your orgasm, and your legs only being stopped from spasming by James holding them in place. Morning stubble tickles the tops of the front of your thighs as James kisses the expanse of them while you calm down, his own eyes fluttering as you loosen your hold against his scalp and grip onto his shoulders instead.

"Come up here." You invite once you catch your breath, your hunger becoming insatiable as James shakily lifts himself from inside of the lake and makes his way over to mount himself on top of you. Your taste is being licked into your mouth before your head can even touch the top of your bag again, and you obediently follow his tongues movement with your own while he feeds you your own essence. James' heart leaps in his chest as you flip the two of you over and you slowly sit yourself on his lap, the exhaled sigh of relief he lets out from the pressure of you on his dick enough to have you bending down to place and lick kisses on the flesh of his flushed neck.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." James tries to reassure you, even as his hips buck up to thrust and press themselves against your bare pussy. You smile against his skin, damn near eating the sounds he lets out as you suck red hued marks into his tanning skin, the drawn out moans and shocked inhales being more than enough confirmation for you to keep going.

"You think you're the only one who's been wanting to see the other naked, to want to have the other one's taste in their mouth?" You ask him, grounding your sex into the thin material of his swimming trunks and smiling triumphantly as you feel his cockhead jump against your swollen clit with every movement you make. James mutely opens his mouth, slamming it closed to grit out a heaved out grunt as you lift yourself up to lick your way down to his hipbone like he had done to you earlier, the combined taste of the natural salted water and the heady taste of his sweat making your head spin. Your mouth salivates as you slide the material of his shorts down and finally see his dick, the swollen and blood red tip weeping beaded and nearly translucent drops of pre-ejaculate as you readily lick your lips and slide down to lie on your stomach in between his legs. "As if I haven't been wanting to taste you since the night we first kissed. It took everything in me to not turn around and beg you to take me to your room."

Your boyfriend squeezes his eyes shut and reaches down to run a hand through your still damp and unruly locks as you attempt to wrap a hand around his pulsating shaft, a slim rope of spit keeping your lips together as your fingertips barely touch the underside of your palm. "Going to make you feel so good for treating me so well." You promise, your other hand sliding up to hold him in place as you peek your tongue out and lightly run it across the tip of his soaked head. James' fingers lightly twist and become a small fist in your mane as you slowly encase your swollen lips around him, a cry of your name pouring out of his mouth as you make your way down to mid shaft, your saliva coming out of the sides of your mouth, only to travel down and messily rest and pool on and around his raising and jolting ballsack.

"So good," James nearly breathes out in a carnal sound, the wet heat of your mouth and the tip of his cock lightly tapping against the back of your throat enough to make him already feel close to the edge. "So perfect for me." The praise makes you moan, the reverberations causing James' balls to spasm and for his legs to jolt up. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath before attempting to deepthroat, the way his knees bracket you in as he shudders beneath you making you feel stable as you push your head forward. You weakly gag as you feel your throat constrict and fight against the unusual stretch, before relaxing as his spurts of tangy precum soothe and coat your soon to be sore throat. You unlatch and relax your hand from around his shaft, bringing it up to encircle it around the hand attached to your head, to signal to him it was okay for him to start moving his hips.

Light, dirty blonde hairs tickle the bottom of your nose as he slowly thrusts his hips upward and pushes your head flush against his abdomen, his muscles feeling painfully taut as he forces himself to breathe through the overwhelming pleasure. You bring yourself up to your knees and hold back a wince as your skin rubs against the hard slab underneath you, before sliding a hand down in between your legs to rub at your incessant and still throbbing clit. Tears stream down your face as you easily bring yourself to your second orgasm, already so close from the lack of oxygen from James' solid thrusts into your mouth and throat, and from the taste of him alone. You raise your hand covered in your own slick to nudge it against and massage his ballsack, hiccupped moans coming from your throat along with barely suppressed gags, as James uses you with rough and reckless abandon.

"I'm close baby, can I?" He asks you, his voice barely audible and scratchy from all of his moaning and pants. You tap twice against his wrist once again and shakily breathe in as often as you can, the force and strength behind his thrusts as he fucks your mouth enough to pulse and move your head backwards. James twists his hand through your hair and yanks as he cums down your throat with a low and punched out moan, the seed so warm and large it makes you push against his stomach and tug your head free. You gasp for breath and swallow as much as you can before beginning to cough, the rest of his release sliding down from your chin and landing on the mounds of your breasts as you roll back onto the heels of your feet. A satisfied and satiated smile lifts your spit and cum clad lips as you look at how fucked out and debauched your boyfriend looks underneath you, his chest heaving for breath and his eyes wildly large. You teasingly tap on his thigh and let out a chortle as you're yanked down and rested on his middle, your hands sliding down to rest upon his as you both take a moment for yourselves while holding onto each other.

"Please don't tell me that was a dream." James breathes out, his still panting lips shaping into a grin as you let out a loud laugh and toss your head back. "Not a dream, baby. But it would be a great one anyway." You reassure him, leaning forward and resting a hand near his head to grab ahold of the aforementioned and infamous yellow towel. James laughs as soon as it comes into view, and you smile to yourself, before using the dry and rough fabric to clean yourself off as best as you can.

Your boyfriend lowers his hands to use them as leverage to sit himself up, his elbows unsteady underneath him even minutes after his orgasm. You scoot back to lightly dab at the mess you left behind on his thighs and where you sat on his stomach, a blush rising to your cheeks as you notice the amount of your slick stuck on his fingers and still clinging to both of your guys' skin. "I don't think the towel's going to be enough to clean us off." You coarsely whisper, your throat beginning to sore and feel rough. James feigns contemplation, before gently tugging the fabric out of your hands, and throwing it over his shoulder. Before you can even laugh at the fact that it landed perfectly on a tree branch, you're being lifted and tossed back into the lake.

Laughter fills your water covered ears, and you hastily swim back with barely enough time before James is jumping into the water alongside you, his swimming trunks being left behind to dangle haphazardly on a sharp edge of the rock's ending. You decidedly unknot the top already loosely hanging from the back of your neck, and then toss it towards his shorts, a hoarse laugh making its way out of you as it lands near the towel instead. James swims toward you and tugs you back flush against him, the smirk on his lips apparent as he tantalizingly rubs your breasts clean and trails a hand down in between your legs.

"You were amazing." He praises you, his voice gentle, despite his sexual touches and his wide amusement being pressed into the side of your neck. "And you were perfect." You respond, your eyes closing in bliss as his thumb flicks over your clit and his other fingers run their way through your oversensitive lips. Your head rests upon his shoulder like it did earlier in the car, and your eyes snap back open once you acknowledge how loud you two had been. "Oh God, the guys." You groan, slumping forward as James lets out a hysterical laugh from behind you.

"If you thought Lars was the only one to worry about, just you wait." He cryptically teases, leaning back and away from your arm's length as you blindly swat for him. An amused expression cascades itself upon James' features as you turn around and point a finger at him, the soaking wet version of you extremely adorable and as nonthreatening as humanly possible.

"Don't tempt me, I will swim home," you threaten, your laughter melodizing with his after you finish up your sentence. "I just have to put my bikini back on first."

⭒

Howling laughter and low whistles greet you two as you two make your way off the path and towards where the guys have everything unpacked and set up, a grimace set on your features as your feet uncomfortably shift in the confines of your now damp on the inside boots. You lower your head as James wraps an arm around your shoulders and playfully waves everyone off. "Fuck off, you've all done worse."

"Our girl's first walk of shame with us, and it isn't even at our home." Lars whispers out brokenly, wiping a fake tear from the side of his eye as he cradles a beer to his chest with his other hand. Kirk looks up from Jason's comic book from the softened ground and sends you two an amused smirk, before going back to reading. Cliff unzips the largest tent and points at the inside, an unimpressed yet highly mirthful look on his face as he does so.

"Fucking is for the inside of tents, not in the lake, while you scare off and interrupt wildlife." Jason chokes on his drink and bends in half while Lars unhelpfully beats on the middle of his back with a half-closed fist, laughter bubbling out of him as he tries to keep their newest best friend and bandmate upright. You turn your head to the side to hide your own grin, and to look at the lakeview instead, only to have your head guided back in the opposite direction. James cups your chin and brings you into a chaste, meaningful and long-lasting kiss, the reverberation of his laugh tickling your cupid's bow as the guys groan out loud in unison and complain from a few feet away.

"Disgusting behavior." Lars snips, the small and genuine smile on his face the opposite of his tone and words. Jason nods toward the car and sends you a secretive smile once he stops coughing and finds his breath, before walking over to you two and attempting to snag James away.

"There's another bag or two still left in the car, would you mind grabbing them for me while I talk with your guy?" Jason asks, the side of his mouth upturning as he shares a small, yet full glance with Cliff. You nod and remove yourself from under James' arm, sending your boyfriend a comforting smile as he begins to look nervous. Hushed murmurs erupt from behind you as you make your way over to Cliff's trunk, and you force yourself to not look back at them as it opens underneath your hand. You peer in look around confusedly, before realizing James' bag is the only one left in the truck. You take in a deep breath, before wrapping your hand around one of the bag's large handles.

As you tug the bag forward, a small and red, velvet box falls out from the confines of its side pocket. Picking it up, you glance over your shoulder and latch onto James' eyes with your own. He freezes at Jason's side, yet doesn't stop you from slowly inching it open. As you look away from his hesitant expression and look back down instead, your stomach drops and tears spring to your eyes as you take in what's been in the box, and in the trunk, all day and for however long James has had it.

"Holy shit." You whisper, unaware of James making his way over to you, his hair as damp as the palms he's wiping against his swimming trunks. James stops just a few feet away from you, his hands anxiously wringing themselves in front of his stomach. You take in a deep breath and force yourself to stay in place as he sends you a nervous smile, before opening his mouth.

"I can explain."

I'll never forget the first day we spent together, and with the guys, at the lake. I still have your gift, and I still wear it every day. It still reminds me of you, still makes everything feel like home while you're out and gone on the road. Still reminds me that I belong to you, and that I always will.

#metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fluff #jason newsted #cliff burton #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #metallica smut #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #metallica fanfiction

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hear-meout19 · 2 years ago

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Darling, I don't wish you well when you ain't with me (I want you crying)

{P.1} {P.2} {P.3} {P.4}

ᴄ.ᴡ. ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴅᴏɢɢʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ

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As he pressed his lips against hers, she tensed, ready to push him away. But the moment his kiss deepened, her resolve shattered like glass.

She melted into him, her body arching towards his as her arms wound tightly around his neck. She kissed him hungrily, eagerly reciprocating the passion that coursed between them.

Vic abruptly rises from his seat and tosses a wad of cash onto the table before pulling her up into another passionate kiss. He walks them towards a quieter, more private corner of the bar.

She pulls away to catch her breath and rests her forehead against his. "This is a bad idea," she gasped.

But Vic was not ready to stop. He pushed her up against the wall, his eyes locked onto hers with a smoldering intensity. "Don't say no," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "We've already crossed the line. Let's keep goin’."

She didn't respond with words, instead she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him back into a searing kiss. His hands slid from her waist to her ass, and she knew exactly what he wanted.

She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his body press harder against hers. He bucked into her, grinding his crotch against hers, and a gasp escaped her lips.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at where their hips were joined, a wild grin spreading across his face. "No panties?" he exclaimed with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Oh, you're such a bad girl, aren't you?"

She shuddered as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You wanted this to happen, didn't you, you little slut?" The words made her tremble with desire, the rush of being called such an illicit name sending chills down her spine. She groaned and pressed her lips roughly against his.

“You like that huh?” he chuckles darkly against her lips. When she moans in response, her hips grinding down against the tent in his pants, he takes that as a yes and continues.

“I want to hear you say it. Say you’re a slutty wife who loves cheatin’ on her husband.”

She goes to shake her head no but he grabs her jaw hard to stop her. "Say it, slut." he says through gritted teeth, humping against her like a dog in heat, making her moan loudly.

"Fuck!" she cried out, throwing her head back against the wall. "Yes!...yes, I'm a slutty wife," she admitted, her voice breathless and laced with shame. But Vic didn't let up, gripping her hips so tightly she knew he'd leave bruises, as he continued his relentless onslaught.

"And I love...cheating on my husband," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. The words tasted like poison in her mouth, but she couldn't deny the throb she felt in her core as he whispered "Good girl" into her hair.

The combination of pleasure and shame was almost too much to bear, but she knew she wanted more.

He carried her to the bathroom, placing her on the counter before slamming the door shut and locking it. Without a moment's hesitation, he ripped off his shirt and crashed his lips onto hers, pulling down the straps of her dress.

She couldn't resist running her fingers down his broad bare chest, but quickly got the hint and stripped off her dress, leaving only her bra.

He palms himself through his pants as she peels her bra off, revealing her breasts to him. The moment the cloth is out of the way, he pounces on her. Slotting himself between her legs, kissing and sucking hard at her neck, squeezing her chest.

She nudges his head gently, separating him from her neck. “Vic..not on my neck..P-People will know..”.

He pulls back, his pupils dilated, nearly overpowering the blue of his irises. He sinks his teeth into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet and she cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Her head reels from the sensation as he declares possessively, “I want them to know. I want everyone to see you’re mine.”

His words nearly make her eyes roll back. The intensity of his desire for her was intoxicating. She moans weakly, clinging to him harder, desperately searching for friction as she grinds on his erection.

He chuckled at her neediness and leaned down, kissing his way down her body until he's kneeling at her thighs. He spreads her legs and looks up at her, letting her sheer want wash over him. He presses kisses into her upper thighs, hovering inches away from where she needs him.

She wraps her legs around his back, urging him to close the distance but when he doesn’t budge, she groans in frustration and looks down at her pleadingly. “Vic…don’t tease me. I need it, please.”

He smiles up at her before grabbing both sides of her thighs and pulling her toward him. “Well, since you’re askin’ so nicely..”. He buries his face between her legs, licking through her wet folds eagerly, shoving his tongue inside her.

She squeezes her eyes shut and gasps wantonly as she buries her fingers deep in his hair. He groans in response, the vibrations making her throb even harder. He moves his mouth to her swollen clit as he slides two long fingers inside her tight walls, working them in rhythm with his tongue.

She cries out loudly, “F-uck! Feels so… good!”. She tugs on his hair hard and moves her hips frantically, riding his face, wanting to feel him deeper. He slides his fingers in and out of her quickly, fucking her roughly with his hand. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He demands as he looks up at her with hazy blue eyes, filled to the brim with lust.

She hesitates for a moment, dignity stopping her from begging like a whore. But when he crooks his fingers against the spongy spot inside of her, she doesn't even resist. “I want it so bad! Make me cum on your face!” she pleaded, voice strained with desire.

He smiles smugly up at her, his fingers moving to rub hastily at her clit. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now cum for me.”

And with that, she moans, clenching around his fingers as she cums hard. Writhing in pleasure as her orgasm pulses through her, her hips bucking wildly as she rides out her climax. She collapses against the counter, twitching and panting while he laps up every last drop from her dripping cunt. Not stopping until she’s a whimpering mess, pushing his head away weakly.

He smiles and rises from his knees, pulling her into a kiss. She groans when she tastes herself on his tongue, gripping onto his shoulders and kissing him back hungrily.

When they part, she smirks at him, “You’re turn now, Chaos”. She tries to get off the counter, eager to reciprocate his ministrations but he quickly spins her around, pinning her down. “I need to be inside you. Bend over”. He demands, pressing against her plump ass.

She shudders at his words and obeys. He pulls away and smacks her ass hard, making her jolt into the counter. “Don’t you dare move,” he orders as she hears the zip of his fly.

He unbuckles his pants, dropping them along with his underwear. His dick slaps against his stomach, red and leaking at the tip. She stares at his length, practically drooling at the sight. He’s big. His girth makes her mouth water and clench around nothing.

He settles back behind her, pressing down on her back, making her completely lean her front onto the counter, presenting her pussy to him. He seizes her hands and pins them together behind her back. With his other hand, he grabs himself and slides through her dripping slit, making her quiver in anticipation.

He grabs her face, forcing her to turn her head over her shoulder to face him. "Does he make you feel the way I do?" He growls out, hissing as he slowly sinks into her tight hole.

She lets out a strangled noise as he languidly moves in and out of her. “No..not even close.” she admits, this time without shame as she arches her back into his thrusts, ready for more.

He bottoms out inside her and just when she expects him to start moving faster, he pulls out abruptly. She starts to protest, but his intense gaze silences her.

He has a crazed, utterly desperate look in his eyes as he gazes at her. “Tell me you love me”. He rasped.

Her heart breaks a little. It's easy to forget that this seemingly put-together and confident man was neglected as a child, and as a result, is likely starved for love and affection.

Her honey eyed thoughts are quickly interrupted as he grabs her throat forcefully, pressing her against his chest hard, choking her out. “Say it!” he growled. “Tell me you love me more than him.”

When she nods enthusiastically, he shoves his cock back deep inside her, cutting off her loud moan with another firm squeeze of her throat. He nearly pulls out only to slam back into her repeatedly.

The way he pounds her pussy and his grip on her throat makes it hard to speak but she forces the words out. “I love you! I love - ah! -you, Vic! So much - F-fuck! - m-more than him.” She stuttered, voice breaking from the force of his thrusts.

He lets go on her neck, letting her fall back down against the counter. He buries his fingers in her hair and pulls it hard, making her choke out a moan. “Who do you belong to?” he growled, using his free hand to reach around and rub tight circles into her clit.

“You! I belong to you, Vic!” she pants out. Her words spur him on, grabbing her hips in a bruising grip, using them as leverage to fuck her harder. “Such a filthy slut,” he taunted.

He squeezes the back of her neck tightly, draping his body over hers as he presses her hard against the counter. He snarls into her ear in a low, rough grunt. “I’m goin’ to cum so fuckin’ deep inside you,” His thrusts become frantic and wild at the thought, pistoning in and out of her. ”Give you a baby like your little bitch husband never could.”

His words send her spiraling. ”God..Yes! Fill me up! Please!” She sees white, nearly blacking out from cumming so hard. She lets out a choked sob and her walls spasm and contract around him, suffocating his length in her tight pussy as she gushes all over his cock.

She comes down from her orgasmic high, the stinging pains of over-stimulation starting to take hold as he continues jack-hammering into her. Drool runs down her chin as her eyes well up with tears. “‘S too much!” she whines out.

“You can take it, darlin’. Just a little- fuck -more.” His hips start to stutter as he comes closer to finishing. “Just a little more and you get my cum inside you.”

She nods her head frantically, clenching down on him as she feels another orgasm start to build. "Just like that, good girl. You’re such a great little slut aren’t you?” he asks, thrusting wildly, getting ready to fill her.

“Yes! I’m your slut!” she wails as he continues to pump into her, chasing his own release.

“I know you are, baby.” He mused. “Now get pregnant for me, fucking whore!” He gives her one last powerful thrust, shoving himself deep inside her, trying to reach directly into her womb before emptying himself inside her.

His words and the feeling of him cumming pushes over the edge again. She sobs, words incoherent as she trembles from exertion. She screams out his name as her pussy clamps down on him, milking every last drop of his seed. Hips twitching, he mutters praise into her neck as she pants, trying to catch her breath.

He doesn’t pull out, staying in her even after he’s done cumming. “Can’t let any of this go to waste! I’m gonna make sure you get knocked up, baby. I’ll do this everyday if I have to.”

She smiles weakly and nods, feeling waves of exhaustion wash over her as the adrenaline dissipates. He envelops her in his arms, holding her tightly as he whispers sweet nothings into her back, confessing his love and plans for the future. He rambles on in his post-orgasm haze, saying anything that comes to mind.

“I’ll need to tell my husband I’m leaving him.” she says tiredly, eyes slowly drifting closed. “I’ll call him..tomorrow..” she says softly.

He presses gentle kisses to her cheek and along her back. “Don’t worry about him, sweet pea. I’ll take care of it.”

She’s about to question what he means when he reaches over to their pile of clothes in the sink and pulls out her phone. Her eyes flew open in disbelief. She’s about to protest when he shushes her as her husband picks up.

“Well hey there, fella!” Vic said cheerfully.

Her husband sounds puzzled, expecting to hear his wife's voice. “Hello? Who is this?”

"This is the guy who just knocked up your wife! I thought you should know she's leavin’ you for me."

She gasped, trying to reach for the phone, but Vic just took her hand and kissed it before pinning her back down.

“What. No, my wife wouldn’t cheat on me.” Her husband says, growing angrier by the second. “Are you one of her dumbass friends? This isn’t fucking funny.”

“Oh but she did. And trust me she loved every second!” he taunted. Her husband is quiet for a moment before answering. “Who the hell is this? Why do you have her phone?” He demands, voice turning more and more uncertain.

“You don’t believe me?” He holds the phone to her mouth, “Here honey, say hi to your ex.”

She stares up at Victor like he’s insane. He simply grins and grinds into her, making her let out a whimper directly into the phone. When she heard her husband gasp in shock, she knew he could tell it was her.

With a weak voice and a face burning with shame, she uttered a timid, "Hi…" Her eyes filled with tears of humiliation as she finally faced the reality of her actions.

Vic smiles and leans down, cooing soft reassurances into her ear, her husband interrupts, enraged. “Who the FUCK are you?! I’ll fucking kill you!” He screeches into the phone.

“Who am I?” he chuckles and softly pets her head with a smile as she drifts off on the counter.

“My name is Vic! Vic Chaos.”

#victor chaos #butters x reader #vic chaos x reader #victor chaos x reader #south park #sp butters #south park x reader

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photogirl894 · 4 months ago

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"Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire"

Chapter 40

"Traumas of the Past"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Guys, after so long, we've finally come to the finale of Bad Batch season 1!! It almost doesn't feel real!

A heads up: Part 2 will not quite be ending just yet. I have a couple things I want to do in this part before we move on to season 2/Part 3, so just letting you all know on that front 😊

With that...prepare yourself for a rollercoaster of angst with this chapter 😅 It's a bit longer than normal cuz I put the whole episode into this one. I just couldn't find a place that felt right to split into two chapters, so hopefully that's okay. Love y'all!!

Taglist: @the-sad-batch , @nimata-beroya , @intrepidmare , @legolkenxbi , @tech-aficionado ,

@ladykatakuri , @d1n0-dan , @sammi9498 , @darthzero22 , @scarlettrose9901 ,

@thebadbatchscyare , @chxpsi , @ilikemymendarkandfictional , @4pplecider , @locitapurplepink ,

@l-lend , @nekotaetae , @eternalwaffle , @merkitty49 , @avathebestx ,

@idoubleswearimawriter , @techs-stitches , @fantasyproductions , @totallyunidentified , @dreamsandrosies ,

@theknightofivanhoe

《 Chapter 39

》 Chapter 41

All parts (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: Kimber and the Clones must escape Tipoca City as it's being destroyed as well as face the demons between them all after Crosshair's shocking revelation.

Kimber's inevitable fall was stopped right away as a hand shot out and grasped her tightly by the hand. She looked up and, through her helmet and the rain, saw Hunter leaning over the edge and she cried out his name in surprise. She had hoped he and the others would run and save themselves instead of risking their lives to save her, but deep down, she was also relieved that he had come back for her after all.

“I've got you, sweetheart!” he cried back.

As he started to pull her up, Tech then appeared beside him, reaching down to grab her arm and he helped get Kimber back up to safety. Once she was back up on the runway and Tech helped steady her, Hunter yelled at them to run. Tech and Kimber sprinted down to the doors where the others were anxiously waiting with Hunter close behind, hearing explosions and feeling the rumbling of the Empire's attacks behind them.

Back inside the facility, it was dark since all of the lights had shorted out, so everyone pulled out their flashlights so they could see. Multiple fractured wires and lights hung from the walls and the ceiling, sparks flying from the ends. Everything around them continued to tremble and fall apart from the onslaught outside as they kept running, trying to find somewhere safe to hide. At one point, a blast made one of the walls beside them explode, causing everyone to stumble from the impact, and Hunter told everyone to find cover. However, they only got a few feet ahead when another explosion went off in front of them, sending everyone flying back and they all hit the ground hard, their ears ringing loudly. They all began to get back to their feet, but it was no use as, all of a sudden, the whole corridor started tilting, which meant the whole facility was more than likely falling into the ocean, and everyone found themselves falling back onto the floor and then sliding down along with copious amounts of debris, broken metal and chunks of the walls and ceiling falling down around them.

Kimber was sliding at an increasing speed down the hallway and spotted Crosshair not far ahead of her, realizing Wrecker had lost his hold on him and that he was now conscious. In a split second, however, she saw him get trapped between some large metal fragments and instinctually, she reached out for him, but to no avail as she sped right past him. She looked back down and saw everyone else was further down; Omega was just in front of her to her left and Hunter was closest by just a few feet. Though, Omega herself ended up landing on some more debris while Hunter and Kimber sped past her. The kid called out for them as they got further away and, to their astonishment, some wiring in the wall came loose, short-circuiting one of the doors in the hall and it closed, separating Omega from everyone else. Shortly after, the entire building shook like it crashed into something and the Bad Batch all laid still on the ground, recuperating from the fall they had just taken.

After taking a minute to get her bearings, Kimber crawled over to Hunter not far from her. “Hunter? Wake up,” she said, shaking him lightly.

He stirred briefly and then looked up at her. “Are you all right?” he asked.

She nodded. “You?”

He nodded back.

Right then, as everyone else around started to come to, they could hear Omega’s voice crying out over their comms, “Hunter, do you copy? Tech? Echo? Is anyone there? Kimber? Wrecker?” When Hunter responded asking if she was okay, she informed them that the room on the other side of the door was flooding and Crosshair was stuck.

“Hang on, Omega. We’ll get you out,” Kimber reassured her over the comm.

Hunter ordered Tech to get the door open, but Tech explained that he couldn’t because all compromised compartments were sealed to contain the flooding and he couldn’t override the protocols from their location. Wrecker, though, was confident that he could get the door open as he pulled out his giant blade and walked over to the doorway. He inserted the blade in the crevice between the doors and started pushing as hard as he could, trying to pry the doors open and water was spurting out through the other side. Kimber stood back and watched anxiously, unsure of what she could do to help, but wishing that she could. She wrung her hands together, her nerves getting the best of her. Omega and Crosshair were trapped in a room that was quickly flooding. What if they couldn’t save them in time? What if they drowned before the door got opened? She could feel her breathing growing short and her heart racing. Then she felt a hand slip into hers and she looked at Hunter beside her.

“It’s gonna be all right. We’ll get them out,” he consoled her.

All she could do was nod, but she knew her anxiety wouldn’t be quelled until she saw Omega and Crosshair for herself to make sure they were okay. She kept her gaze intently on the door as Wrecker continued to push the door open with his knife and Tech had stepped in to assist, the two of them making little progress. Even with Wrecker’s enhanced strength, these doors were proving to be a challenge.

“Almost got it,” Wrecker stated through a groan and then a few seconds later, the doors widened and a wave of water came gushing through. He caught Omega in his arms and quickly handed her to Echo so he and Tech could close the doors. AZI and Crosshair soon followed through and the doors were quickly closed to keep more water from getting in.

Kimber was able to breathe a sigh of relief seeing that Omega was okay. Crosshair slid across the floor towards her and Hunter and Hunter simply stopped him with his foot, which made Kimber release a tiny snicker. Something about that was amusing to her, given how angry she was at Crosshair.

Standing up and looking around in astonishment, Crosshair demanded of Hunter, “What have you done?”

“The Empire opened fire on the city. We weren’t gonna leave you behind,” Hunter responded.

Then Crosshair looked unpleasantly at Kimber and asked, “Did you stun me?”

Grimacing underneath her helmet, knowing he was referring to earlier in the training room, she replied calmly but still with a bite to her tone, “Be grateful that's all I did.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Tech interjected. “We need to get topside before this entire structure submerges.”

“If you want to stay here and die, that’s your call,” Hunter then said firmly to Crosshair before turning away and leading the others down the hall before them.

They all took out their torches and continued running, making their way into a glass tunnel. Their surroundings continued to jolt and shift as the facility was sinking and breaking apart. They continued to avoid falling debris and sparks from the wires. Omega ended up stopping in front of one of the windows and Kimber, being right behind her, stopped as well. Her heart fell as she realized what Omega was looking at.

It was another lab, but this one had multiple structures covered in small tubes and the whole room was gradually flooding with water. Judging by the horrified look on Omega’s face, it didn’t take long for Kimber to figure out that this was where all the Clones were created as tiny babies. It was hard to tell if there were still any inside any of the tubes and she prayed that there weren’t because the thought of any of those unborn Clones not making it was too much for her to bear. Wrecker’s voice then telling her and Omega that they needed to go broke her out of her trance and she ran off after the others down the tunnel.

They found themselves staggering even more as they went on and they all began to fear that the facility was nearing the bottom of the ocean. Before they knew it, there was an even stronger jolt all around them and the walls all began to tilt to the side just like it had before.

“Hold on to something!” Hunter cried.

Before long, the ground slipped out from under them as the corridor went right side up and everyone had to grab onto something to keep themselves from falling. Kimber slid for a second, but then jumped up and grabbed a broken section of the wall, holding on as hard as she could. There was another shake and when she looked up, she saw Echo plummeting down towards her, having lost his grip. Panicking at seeing her best friend falling, she reached out and grasped his hand tightly to save him and, even though she halted his fall, his weight was hard on her arm and a brief shot of pain ran through her arm, causing her to cry out. Despite that and using all the strength she could muster, she still was able to keep her grip on his hand as the two of them dangled in the air. She looked up and saw that everyone else had found something to hold onto and they were all okay for the moment. It felt like forever before they felt the room shudder and the walls tilted again, the tunnel going back into the horizontal position and they all dropped onto the ground.

After catching his breath, Echo said to Kimber, “Good catch, Kim. Thanks.”

“Of course. I always got you,” she replied, getting up to her feet.

She helped him up to his feet as Tech informed the group, “I believe we have landed on the ocean floor. There is no way to accurately calculate the damage. Most of the facility must be--”

The crash of a nearby explosion sounded above them and a part of the ceiling broke apart, spilling water into the tunnel.

“Compromised,” Tech finished.

“We need to get to a space that’s more secure,” said Hunter.

Tech looked at his datapad and then told everyone to follow him, darting off further down the tunnel.

As everyone else ran off, Kimber noticed that Crosshair wasn’t following. He was just standing near the back, looking stoically at the ground. Omega was watching him for a moment, but then she too ran after the rest of the group. Kimber had half a mind to leave Crosshair there, but her kind-hearted nature and her deep-rooted care for Crosshair was stronger than anything else. Even though she wanted to be mad at him, she knew she couldn’t let him stay behind.

“You’ve made some dumb decisions, but I know you're not stupid enough to think you'll be able to get out of this alone. You're better off sticking with us,” she curtly told him. Then gesturing forward with her head, she added, “So, if you want to live, get a move on.”

Without waiting up for him or to hear a response, Kimber whipped around and took off to follow the rest of her squad…but, after a few seconds, she heard the sound of his footsteps following her and she didn’t know whether to be annoyed or relieved by that fact.

“Ironically, our old barracks is one of the few compartments habitable…albeit temporarily,” Tech stated as they walked inside the room he had led everyone to.

“This is our room?” Kimber asked, stepping inside and taking in the state of the barracks with her torchlight. The tables and sofas had all been overturned and scattered about the room. Any belongings were also on the floor or destroyed. It was disheartening to see a room she once held so dear; one that held so many precious memories within, be in such a destroyed state.

“What happened to it?” Wrecker asked, following in after her and the others.

“At least, the smell’s gone,” Echo remarked.

Then Wrecker looked at the wall beside the door and pointed out, “Check it out. Our board’s still here.” He shined the light of his torch onto the wall and showed that sure enough, the markings of their victory board were still intact.

Looking at the wall, Crosshair stated in the doorway, “All those missions together…and you threw it away.”

Just hearing him make that comment made Kimber annoyed. With a roll of her eyes and a groan, she turned around and replied, “Ugh, you're really going to start now?”

Hunter also turned to face him and said back, “We made a choice and so did you.”

“Soldiers follow orders,” said Crosshair, coming all the way into the room.

“Blind allegiance makes you a pawn. A real leader protects his squad,” said Hunter.

Grimacing, Crosshair fired back at him, “Look where that's gotten you. They're all going to die here because of your failed leadership.”

“Says the one who literally just killed his own squad. What does that say about you?” Kimber sassed in return.

As Crosshair glared at her, Omega, who was standing by the window on the opposite side, spoke up, pointing out the window, “No, we're not. Look! We landed on the underwater tunnel.”

She went on to explain that if they followed the tunnel to the base post, they could make their way back to their ship. Tech thought getting to the tube would be challenging, but both Echo and Omega thought it was worth a try.

“She's calling the shots now?” Crosshair asked condescendingly, looking down at Omega.

“You have a better idea?” Hunter asked back, unamused, as he shoulder checked him as he walked by.

The others went after Hunter, but Kimber stayed behind for a moment, taking in her final sight of the former Bad Batch barracks, knowing this would be the last time she’d ever see it.

“Reminiscing?” Crosshair asked, apparently having stayed behind, too.

Immediately, she frowned and replied, “Yes...reminiscing on a time when you weren’t a traitor.” Then she briskly walked past him to catch up with the others.

She found the rest of the group in another deck of the facility and overheard Tech saying the tunnel was underneath. AZI was busy welding through the floor and down into the tunnel. A few seconds later, the large circle AZI had sawed off through the floor fell through and AZI informed everyone that the tunnel was clear for them to proceed. Carefully, they all jumped down into the tunnel and followed the Droid.

As Kimber slowly followed through the tunnel, her anxiety at their current predicament began to escalate. The windows of the tunnel around them were gradually degrading; she could hear the sounds of cracking around her. Normally, that wouldn’t bother her so much, but given the fact that they were in an underwater tunnel, that made everything so much worse. This was not good for her fear of water and drowning. If the tunnel collapsed, then there was no escaping that inevitable fate.

She was frozen in place for a split second, but then heard Wrecker say softly to her, “You okay?”

Timidly, she answered, “It’s just…we’re completely surrounded by water.”

Needing no other explanation, Wrecker gave her an encouraging pat on the back and told her, “Don’t worry, just stick by me. If things go wrong, I’ve got you.”

She gave a half-nod back, still feeling anxious, but a little less so knowing she had Wrecker looking after her.

Behind them, they then heard Crosshair state aloud, “We need to go back. There must be another way.”

“That would be unwise. I am afraid this is our best option,” AZI replied.

Wrecker then stopped, scowled at Crosshair and fired back, “You done complaining? You know, if it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Something on your tiny mind, Wrecker?” Crosshair asked with a sneer.

Hearing his rude dig at Wrecker, Kimber was furious and immediately started forward, ready to just punch him, but Tech held her back.

“All that time, you didn’t even try to come back,” Wrecker accused Crosshair angrily. Then he calmed down and his face turned sad as he let out a sigh. “We still would’ve taken ya,” he admitted in a low voice.

Kimber felt a tug on her heartstrings, seeing that Wrecker was still feeling sad over everything with Crosshair instead of angry like her and everyone else. It made her remember when they’d found out she’d sent messages to Crosshair after Bracca and she blew up at them for not wanting to talk about him. Wrecker had admitted to her that he missed Crosshair, too, and wanted him back as much as she did. It appeared that hadn’t changed, even after the information they’d learned.

Then Tech stepped up to Wrecker and stated, “Let it go, Wrecker. Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding. It is his nature. You cannot change that. He cannot change that.”

As Wrecker walked away, Crosshair questioned Tech, “Why are you defending me?”

Tech fully faced him and replied firmly, “I am not. Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you.”

Up ahead, Omega expressed her uncertainty over the safety of their surroundings to AZI, but AZI was certain the tunnel was still a viable option for them. They thought they'd still be cautious and move slowly, so as to hopefully not agitate the glass any further.

Suddenly, they heard a faint roar coming from outside the tunnel and they all stopped, startled.

“Uh, I think we have a problem,” Kimber pointed out.

They all watched out the side of the glass tunnel, trying to see if they could spot the source of the continued roaring, but could hardly see anything in the dark, murky water.

Omega whispered to AZI, “AZI, these tunnels are protected, right?”

The medical Droid answered, “Only when the power is operational...which it is not.”

Right then, in the light of their torches, a giant maw of a large sea creature appeared outside, roaring even louder and Hunter ordered everyone to run. They took off down the tunnel, but didn’t get far before the creature rammed into the side of the tunnel, causing everyone to lose their footing and trip. As that happened, they all heard AZI cry out that he was going to restore power in order to deter the monster.

Below Kimber, she saw the glass cracking and splitting even more and her body locked in fear. Lucky for her, Wrecker pulled her up to her feet by her shoulders with ease and gave her a light push so she’d start running again. As they reached the end of the tunnel that curved upward, they saw the monster start to chew on the outside with its giant teeth, which ruptured spots in the walls and water started pouring in. Kimber saw this and started hyperventilating, thinking her worst fears were coming true.

“Stay in front of me, I got you! Climb!” Wrecker cried to her, keeping her moving towards the end, where there were rungs they could climb up the rest of the tunnel. Once she started climbing, then she heard Wrecker tell her, “Keep your eyes up! Don’t look down!”

Not needing to be told twice, Kimber kept her eyes upward where she could see the ceiling and the others except for Wrecker and Crosshair climbing. She went as fast as her feet could take her. The lights around the tunnel began to flicker on for a second and then they got brighter, sending sparks to the outside of the tunnel and eliciting a shriek of pain from the monster gnawing on the outside, causing it to swim away. The water levels below were rising faster, but AZI managed to close up the tunnel, locking out the flooding. Seeing they were now safe, everyone jumped down from the ladder to catch their breath, slumping down to the ground and leaning back against the wall.

Exhausted already, Kimber thought to herself, “I am so ready to get out of this place.”

After taking time to recuperate from their run-in with the sea creature, they continued their climb up the ladder up into another room. It looked to be another lab with large glass tubes inside much like the ones in the one they'd seen before, only they seemed to be sized for grown Clones instead of infants and there were just a handful of them as opposed to hundreds. Omega and AZI came through first, followed by Wrecker, then Echo and Tech with Kimber, Hunter and Crosshair taking up the rear.

“What is this place?” asked Hunter as he came, removing his helmet and shining his torch around the room.

Tech answered him, “Nala Se’s private lab. Omega says this is where our mutations were manipulated and enhanced.”

“How would she know?” Crosshair asked skeptically.

“Because she was there,” Tech said without missing a beat. “Omega was created before us. Technically, she is older than we are.”

That was a fact that was going to mess with Kimber’s head a bit because for a second, she had forgotten the concept of advanced aging for the Clones, but she wasn't going to dwell on it much for the time being. There were more important things to worry about, like getting back to the Marauder. However, as they checked around the corner, what they found was less than unpleasant.

“That’s gonna be a problem,” Wrecker declared.

Outside the window, they saw that the other tunnel leading into the lab and back to the platform where the Marauder was docked was demolished; a giant chunk of the tunnel had been torn away and there was a huge gap in the middle.

“That tunnel was the only way to the Marauder,” Omega said in despair.

“It would seem that, once again, we are trapped,” AZI stated.

“Not helping, AZI,” Kimber commented back, taking her own helmet off.

They all started to look around to see if there was anything to help in their current situation, but there didn’t seem to be anything right away that they could find. Echo informed the group that long-range comms were down and soon their oxygen levels would be low.

Crosshair, who was just standing against the wall with his arms crossed and not bothering to help, then remarked harshly, “This is what happens when you let a kid call the shots.” Then he cast a glare over at Omega, who shrunk down with a guilty look on her face.

Kimber wasn’t about to let him get away with such an off-handed comment. She was already angry at him, but the cruel remark to Wrecker from before and now his dig at Omega were pushing her limit. “At least she’s actually trying to help. If you’re not going to help or be useful in any way, then I would suggest you do us all a favor and just shut up,” she spat at him.

Then Hunter stepped forward and defended Omega, saying, “And that kid saved your life...unlike the Empire, who left you for dead.”

Moving away from the wall to approach Hunter, Crosshair said with a sneer, “That’s your problem, Hunter. You take things too personally.”

“Oh, like you have room to talk,” Kimber stated.

“They destroyed an entire city,” Hunter persisted.

That, however, didn't even seem to faze Crosshair at all. “They did what needed to be done,” he replied. “Kamino…regs…the Republic...that time is over. The Empire will control the entire galaxy and I am going to be a part of it. Hunter, you made the wrong choice.”

Kimber's hands clenched tightly into fists, her anger at Crosshair bubbling up hot within her.

“Don't fool yourself. All you'll ever be to them is a number,” Hunter pointed out.

Crosshair just glared, rolled his eyes and said as he walked away, “Shows what you know.”

That was what finally made Kimber snap.

She stomped after Crosshair, ignoring any warnings from Hunter or Echo and her sights set on her former squadmate. It was time to let her fury loose upon him once and for all.

He turned around, hearing her come up behind him, and she slapped him hard across the face, the impact of it echoing through the quiet room. He slowly looked back at her, but said nothing, showing only emptiness in his eyes.

With hot, bitter tears forming in her eyes and through clenched teeth, she said to him, seething, “You are out of your damn mind if you think the Empire will ever value you more than we ever did. I can’t even begin to say how insulted I am that you would think such a thing.”

In response, he just continued to glower at her.

“When did you get your chip out, Crosshair? Tell me,” she then demanded, the question having lingered in her mind since the training room.

Still, he remained silent, his gaze diverting to the ground.

Resenting his reluctance to tell her the truth, she just screamed, “Tell me!”

Her loud outcry startled everyone in the room and even Crosshair was a little taken aback. However, he still was not persuaded and just turned away.

Kimber could feel her heart breaking into smaller pieces than it already had been. His silence spoke volumes to her and it made her even more livid just wondering how long ago his chip had been removed. Then she kept questioning him, “Out of all the times we crossed paths, how much of everything you did was the chip and how much of it was your own choice? Was it you who held a rifle to my head on Ryloth? Was it you who tricked me on Bracca? Was it you who shot me the last time we were here? Tell me the truth, Crosshair!”

Crosshair turned back and finally, he spoke, “Even if I told you, what difference would it make?”

Aghast at such a question, she blurted out in reply, “ It would make all the difference!” She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose for a second, trying to keep calm as best she could. Then she asked him, her voice straining slightly, “At what point did our partnership...our sibling bond…suddenly mean nothing to you?”

“It’s never meant nothing to me,” he said, almost hissing.

“How can I believe that now?” she asked back.

“Why do you think, out of everyone, I pushed so hard for you to join me? I wanted us to stay together; I made that clear from the start.”

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Oh yeah, like that’s supposed to make me feel better.”

He let out a loud sigh and sat himself down in front of the window, putting his head in his hand. Then when he straightened up, he said snidely, “None of this would have happened had you taken Tarkin’s offer to begin with.”

Hearing that comment, Kimber saw red and, if it hadn’t been Crosshair she was talking to, she might’ve whipped out her blaster on him. Instead, her eyes went wide with ire and she said, raising her voice and her tone getting sharp as a vibroblade, “Don’t you dare blame me for this! For once in your life, take some accountability for your own actions!”

Once again, he stayed quiet and just averted his gaze away. In shame or frustration, she couldn’t quite tell.

It was unbelievable to her that she was even having this conversation with him. How could this be the same Crosshair she once fought side by side with; the same Crosshair who watched sunsets with her on new planets and once loved her like a sister?

“How could you do this, Crosshair? How could you willingly choose to be against us? We’re your family,” she pleaded emotionally.

Still, he said nothing and wouldn't meet her sorrowful gaze.

With a disappointed sigh, she went on to say, “Your silence tells me everything. I really believed with my whole heart that you would never freely choose this life. I thought I knew you better than you knew yourself.” Then she scoffed at herself. “Shows how much of an idiot I was for believing I actually knew you at all. As far as I’m concerned, my brother was lost to me months ago here when he was taken away from the brig.”

Kimber moved to walk away from him, having nothing more she wanted to say in the moment, but stopped in place when she heard Crosshair warn her, “If you think you can win against the Empire, you’re a fool.”

Looking over her shoulder at him, she retaliated, “No…you’re the fool thinking you’ll be better off with those literally discarding and destroying everyone like you than being with those who actually love you.” With that, she walked away, refusing to look back.

The others were busy lifting up the large, empty medical capsules and just as she approached, Echo told everyone that the capsules were their way out.

Then Tech explained, “If our mass is evenly distributed, the buoyancy of these watertight chambers will bring us to the surface.”

“Medical capsules have not been tested for such capabilities,” AZI stated in return.

That made Kimber nervous. Going out in open water in medical capsules that they weren’t even sure would float was not exactly reassuring. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any other options.

Hunter then added, “We won’t have directional control. How do we avoid the debris field out there?”

“We have AZI. He can use his rocket boosters to push up through the water,” Kimber suggested, despite the fact she wasn’t fond of the idea.

Then she heard Crosshair behind her say, “She’s right.” Kimber and the others all looked back at him and he added almost begrudgingly, “He can do it.”

Kimber wanted to be happy about him actually agreeing with her, but she just didn’t have the emotional strength for it at the moment.

Hunter asked AZI if he’d be able to guide them to the surface and the Droid replied he should be able to complete the task and that their safety was his primary objective. With a new plan in place, they prepared themselves for their escape.

Wrecker had some extra explosives on him that he gave to Omega and AZI to place on the windows that would open the way for them to get out. Then they grouped themselves into pairs so they could all be in a capsule: Hunter and Crosshair, since Hunter refused to let Crosshair out of his sight; Tech and Echo and then Kimber and Omega. Wrecker was, unfortunately, too large to fit with anyone else, so he was by himself. Once the charges were set, Omega jumped into the medical capsule with Kimber and Hunter gave the order to seal them up. They each closed the doors to their capsules and awaited detonation. Omega took out the detonator for the explosives, glanced at Hunter who gave her a nod to go ahead, and she hit the button. Their vision was briefly obscured by white light and in seconds, they were all being swept away by the flooding water and out into the open sea.

Once they were out, Kimber could feel her heart rate rising and her chest constricting. There were lots of big pieces of metal and debris floating around and she feared something would break their capsule. She started feeling claustrophobic in her own helmet.

“We’re gonna be okay, Kimber. AZI will make sure nothing happens to us,” Omega sweetly said to soothe her worries.

Through a shaky breath, Kimber replied, “Thanks, kid.” She just had to keep telling herself they were going to be okay and maybe her fears would subside.

She could tell they were slowly floating upwards and she looked around to see where Hunter’s capsule was. She couldn’t see it at first, but when she looked down, she could barely make out through the murky water AZI pushing Hunter and Crosshair’s tube upwards towards them. Knowing her Sergeant was close by gave her some relief.

“I can’t see anything,” she heard Wrecker say over the comms.

Then Tech’s voice replied, “That is a good thing.”

Kimber responded, pressing the button on the side of her helmet, “Not sure I share that sentiment, but we’ll agree to disagree.”

A few seconds later, AZI appeared above their capsule and looked down at them, making sure they were good, and Omega told him he was doing great. All of a sudden, a giant piece of metal debris slammed into their capsule, knocking AZI out of the way, cracking the capsule and pushing them further down into the depths. Omega cried out in surprise and Kimber gasped in fear, especially from seeing the cracks in the side. Her normal breathing turned into anxious hyperventilating that she couldn’t help, despite wanting to be strong for Omega.

“Just breathe and stay calm, Kimber. We’ll get out of this,” Omega tried to assure her, even though there was a hint of anxiety in her own voice, too.

Kimber inwardly chided herself for only making Omega even more nervous. She was the soldier; she should be the one being brave and calm in the face of danger, not the young girl…but she just couldn’t help it. Right then, her fear was stronger than her resolve.

Luckily, before long, AZI appeared and was trying to move the debris, but it was too heavy. Then he activated his welding torch in his hand and started to weld through the debris to get it off. Once it fell apart, he swam around to the bottom of the tube and, using the boosters in his feet, began to push them up towards the surface.

Over their comms, Kimber heard Hunter ask, concerned, “Kimber, Omega, what’s happening?”

“We got caught on some debris,” Kimber answered.

Omega then added on her own comm device, “It’s okay, AZI’s got us.”

However, when they both looked down, they realized that the lights in AZI’s eyes were beginning to flicker and his boosters were losing power. He was beginning to shut down.

“Don’t give up. We’re nearly there,” Omega desperately pleaded.

Sadly, his lights began to dim and he told them, his voice slowly distorting, “Your path is clear. I have completed my objective.” Then his eyes went dark and he slowly floated away from the capsule, down into the darkness of the sea.

“No!” Omega cried.

“I’m sorry, Omega,” Kimber said, putting her hands on Omega’s shoulders and feeling sorry for the loss of the kid’s only friend from Kamino.

However, Omega wasn’t going to let that be the end of it. Suddenly, she declared, “I’m going after AZI!”

“Omega, don’t--!”

Before Kimber could finish, Omega had already hit the button to open the door and water flooded the tube almost immediately, pushing it a few feet up and away from the force of the wave. In the blink of an eye, Kimber was spinning out of the capsule and floating in the water. With her helmet on, she could at least breathe, but it would only last for so long. Quickly, she looked down for Omega, but the water was too dark and her torch had been swept away. She couldn’t see Omega at all. She didn’t know what to do. Her body began to lock up again and dread overcame her, her mind reeling with memories of her near-drowning on Bestine a year prior. She wouldn’t be able to reach Omega…she would never see Hunter again…or Echo...or any of the boys or the Koriena Force. She was going to drown and one of her greatest nightmares would come true.

How was she going to get out of this?

“It’s happening again…I can’t do this…I can’t do this!” she thought, terrified.

Right then, she could hear Wrecker’s voice in her head; words he’d said to her a long time ago: “You can do this! Don’t let your fear take over. You’re a soldier; you’re brave and strong, Kimber, and I know you can conquer this fear.”

He had said that to her during his first swimming lesson with her when she’d been too fearful to even jump in the water. They had helped her take a step forward in overcoming her fear then and she was recalling them in her most desperate moment of need to help her again. No…she wasn’t going to let the Kaminoan sea be the death of her. Her family and her friends still needed her. This was not going to be the end for her.

She had to get to the others. She wasn’t an adept swimmer yet, so unfortunately, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to Omega in time. She was closer to the surface, so heading that way would be her best chance to help the young Clone.

Then she remembered what Wrecker had told her in that same swimming lesson: “Just remember, once you’re in the water, kick with your legs and wave your arms above your head in a climbing motion just like I showed you. That’ll help push you to the surface.”

Even though she hadn’t done as well in that lesson and any others they’d had since then, now was not the time to dwell on that part of the past. She had to try harder this time. Someone else’s life depended on it. So with all the strength she could muster, Kimber started kicking and moving her arms in a climbing motion just like Wrecker had once taught her, swimming up towards the surface of the water. Her body moved quicker than she’d had before, which proved to herself that she was actually doing it. She was swimming!

Soon, she broke through the water and found herself a few feet away from the rest of the squad’s capsules, Wrecker as well as Hunter and Crosshair being the closest ones to her. The sky was filled with dark smoke and all around them were scattered pieces of the city, most of them in flames.

“Omega needs help!” she immediately cried out.

All heads turned in her direction and Hunter asked right away, “What happened?”

Kimber tried to tread water to keep afloat, but was having a hard time. Luckily, Wrecker paddled his capsule over with his hand closer to her and she was able to grab onto the side to stay up. “AZI lost power and started sinking. She went after him and I could’t reach her,” she quickly explained.

As Wrecker reached down and pulled her up into the tube, everyone else fretfully peered over the edge of their capsules into the water, trying to spot Omega, but no one could see her.

“I’m going in,” Hunter declared.

However, to everyone’s shock, Crosshair suddenly stood up in their capsule, his rifle now in his hands…and it looked like he was aiming it at Hunter.

Kimber gasped in alarm, ripping off her helmet. What was he doing? He wasn’t actually going to shoot Hunter point blank, was he? No, he couldn’t! He’d made some terrible decisions, whether it was because of the chip or not, but she couldn’t fathom him doing something like this. Right then, however, she noticed there was something attached to the underside of his rifle…one of his grappling hooks.

Just as she had this realization, he fired and his grappling hook shot straight down into the water. A few seconds later, they could hear the whirring sound of it being reeled up and Omega appeared out of the water, coughing and gasping for breath while holding onto AZI’s lifeless Droid body that was on the end of the hook. Hunter was quick to scoop her right out of the water and into the tube to safety.

Kimber heaved a sigh of relief at seeing Omega recovered. To her surprise, Crosshair had saved Omega, which only confused her even more. Despite having shown a lot of animosity towards the kid before, he still had chosen to save her life instead of letting Hunter do it. Maybe there was still some good in him after all, which ignited a tiny ember of hope within Kimber that a part of her brother still existed.

Although, she then realized she’d failed to notice Wrecker, Echo and Tech had drawn their weapons and were now aiming them at Crosshair. He too saw this and looked over his shoulder at all of them. He looked at Wrecker, who was now standing up, and then down at Kimber sitting inside the tube. Her heart twisted seeing the look on Crosshair’s face: a look of pain, sorrow and even resignation. That wasn’t what she thought she’d see. He appeared hurt at the fact his brothers were aiming their weapons at him, but she also couldn’t blame the others for reacting that way. Not after everything Crosshair had done before and had told them earlier that day. She wanted to say something to Crosshair…but couldn’t find the right words.

To her even greater shock, Crosshair then threw his sniper rifle over to Wrecker, who caught it easily, and then slumped down back into his capsule behind Hunter.

Then Tech spoke up, “I have a visual on the Marauder. I suggest we start paddling.”

Following Tech’s lead, they all started paddling themselves through the water in their respective capsules. Kimber started to help paddle, but found Wrecker’s larger stature and strength was moving the two of them along just fine, so she just sat back.

“Wrecker…I finally did it,” she told him as they went.

“Did what?” he asked over his shoulder.

She formed a tired smile on her face and clarified, “I swam up to the surface.”

He stopped paddling briefly to turn around and grin widely at her. “I always knew you had it in ya,” he stated, pleased at her success. Then he gave her a light, friendly punch on the arm. “I’m so proud of you.”

“It was all thanks to you,” she said as he resumed paddling along. “Not only what you taught me, but the words of encouragement you gave me a long time ago. They were what pulled me out of my terror down there. You helped save my life.” Then she leaned forward and hugged him around his waist, resting her head on his back. “Thank you, Wrecker,” she said.

“Hey, you know I’ve always got your back. Gotta make sure our best girl stays safe,” he answered.

She gave him one more grateful squeeze around his waist before sitting back against the end of the capsule, letting out a long heavy breath. At least now, they were out of the city wreckage and could get back to their ship. Then they could finally get off of Kamino once and for all. She looked up at the sky and just watched the clouds of smoke rolling by until eventually, they parted and, for the first time that she’d ever seen, the light of the sun broke through and illuminated their surroundings. On the way to the platform, she discovered that bright blue skies actually existed on Kamino and not just the constant dark and stormy skies.

Though, despite the light shining down on her, there was darkness inside of her. A sorrowful and melancholic darkness. She didn’t know what would happen once they reached the platform, mainly with Crosshair. What would the squad decide to do about him? What would Crosshair still want? What did she want?

The greater question was: if the squad and him decided to go their separate ways...was she ready to say goodbye to Crosshair potentially forever?

It took a while for them to reach the platform where the Marauder was and, once they all climbed up, they took a moment to look out on the horizon where Tipoca City used to be; where its remains were now floating or sinking into the ocean.

While Kimber wasn’t entirely fond of the place given some of her experiences there, it still held some good memories for her and there was some sense of loss in her heart staring at the tower of smoke rising from the sea. She’d gotten her Bad Batch armor there, it’s where they met Omega and it’s where she’d shared her first kiss with Hunter. More than that, it was where Hunter, her boys, Omega, Rex, Jesse and all of her other Clone friends had been created, raised and trained. It had been their home…and now it was gone. It was a place she was glad to never return to, but was still sad to see it destroyed.

Then she heard Omega’s solemn voice say, “It’s…all…gone.”

“We should leave before the Empire’s scouts show up,” stated Tech.

Wrecker, who was carrying AZI on his shoulder, glanced over at Crosshair and asked him, “You coming with us?”

“None of this changes anything,” Crosshair replied.

“You offered us a chance, Crosshair. This is yours,” Hunter said.

Though, Crosshair simply said back, “I made my decision.”

Kimber sighed and looked away. Even after everything they’d just endured; after the Empire literally destroyed the city with him inside, Crosshair was still being as stubborn as ever and refusing to back down from his stance with the Empire. Hunter had even been kind enough to offer him a chance when he very well didn’t have to. She couldn’t decide if she was mad or heartbroken at Crosshair’s decision, but either way…he wasn’t going to leave with them.

“We want different things, Crosshair. That doesn’t mean that we have to be enemies,” offered Hunter in solidarity.

Crosshair simply gave him one last look and then turned away, folding his arms across his chest.

Seeing there seemed to be nothing more they could do to persuade Crosshair otherwise, the rest of the squad headed back inside the Marauder. Hunter and Kimber were the last to walk in and they both saw Omega was still outside. She started to run back, but then stopped to talk to Crosshair.

“You’re not gonna say goodbye?” Hunter asked Kimber as they waited for Omega.

She looked down. “I don’t know if I can,” she answered.

He laid a hand on her arm and informed her, “We’ll leave when Omega’s done.”

She watched him walk into the cabin of the ship and then glanced back out at Omega and Crosshair. The young girl was on her way back and Kimber felt her heart beginning to pound hard in her chest. This was more than likely going to be the last time in a long time, if not forever, that she’d see Crosshair. Even though she wanted to stay angry at him and just hate him, thinking it would make it easier for her to let go of him…he was still her brother and she still loved him dearly, hence why the whole situation was so painful for her. After everything they’d gone through, both the good and the bad, did she really want to end things like this: without even saying a word to him?

Omega brushed past her and Kimber saw her about to close the ramp. "Wait!" Kimber cried. Then, with her feet acting before her mind could catch up, she ran out of the ship to the platform, calling Crosshair’s name.

He faced her as she came up to him. "Anything else you want to shout at me?" he inquired flatly.

Keeping her calm, she said back, "There are many things I want to say...but I know none of it will make a difference.” She looked around at the vast and endless sea all around them and commented, “You can't seriously be thinking of staying here.”

“Once the Empire arrives, they'll find me,” he said back, unfazed.

She didn't like the thought of him being alone on the platform, especially when there was no knowing how long it would take for the Empire to show up. If they did at all. “If you don't want to come with us, then fine, but at least let me call the Koriena Force to pick you up and take you somewhere,” she insisted.

“No,” he replied.

“You don't know how long it'll be until--”

“I said no.”

Kimber sighed. It was hopeless at this point to try and persuade him of anything. “I always knew you were stubborn, but this takes that to even greater heights. I don't know why I'm even bothering to still try and get through to you. You're too far beyond my reach now.” She paused for a moment, mustering up what strength she had left to say what she wanted to say, knowing it would be the last things she'd say to him for a long time. “I don't understand why you've chosen to be this way...to go chasing after Imperial delusions of grandeur. Perhaps I never will. Despite all of this…you’ll always be my brother and I’ll always love you, Crosshair. That will never change.”

For a second, she could see a flash of guilt and shock in his eyes, but instead of saying anything, he just scowled and turned his back to her, which only broke her heart even more.

Continuing, she went on to say, “I hope one day you'll open your eyes and realize the things you've done; the things the Empire has done. I hope you'll find your way back home.” She took a deep breath, fighting back tears as she knew that what she'd say next would be the hardest words she'd ever say. “When you do, I'll still gladly welcome you back with open arms...but until such a time comes...I never...I never want to see you or hear from you again."

Crosshair remained silent, but she was certain she saw his shoulders fall slightly.

Through a choked voice, Kimber said her final words: "Goodbye, Crosshair." Then she turned around and began walking back to the Marauder.

"Goodbye...sunshine."

Kimber stopped, an involuntary gasp escaping her at hearing his nickname for her again after so long. This time, however, it was too much to bear and all she could do was wonder why...why, of all times, did he choose now to say that? It was like one final punch to the gut before parting ways and it was the final straw for her. Her myriad of emotions broke at last and her tears cascaded down her cheeks as she stood there and wept. After a few seconds, she picked up her pace and bolted back to the ship, unable to look back.

Behind her, Crosshair had turned back around to watch Kimber leave, hoping she would look back. He had always hated seeing her cry and knowing he was the cause of them this time only made it worse. However, he remained firm in his decision with the Empire and he knew the pain he'd caused her because of it. There was no going back from any of this. He'd made his choice…but it had come at an awful cost.

Kimber ran inside the ship and straight into Hunter's open arms just as he closed the ramp behind her and the ship began to lift from the platform.

“Get me far away from this Forceforsaken planet, Hunter,” she sobbed into his chest.

Hunter didn't say anything back and just held her close, knowing she was having the hardest time out of all of them leaving Crosshair behind.

As the Marauder flew away, Kimber felt a hole in her heart; a deep emptiness inside her as if she was leaving a part of herself behind on that Kaminoan platform. Deep down, she knew that after this day, she would never be the same again.

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #sergeant hunter #my sergeant #bad batch fanfic #hunter x oc fic #sun and rain fanfic

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tobias-hankel · 1 year ago

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❤️2023 Quan-Tea-Co Fics Recs🖤

The wonderful members of our discord server, Quan-Tea-Co, have written a lot of fanfics this year - this is the rec list!

🖤 SFW No Ship Fics

the friendship we have is a rare find by cherubcurls, Gen, In and out. “I've got this.” she affirmed to herself breathily, looking down at her hands that held two cups of coffee rather than one, still steaming, still fresh. Her heart swelled with affection. She grinned, “We've got this.” OR; Penelope and Spencer agree to meet up to have a study session before finals. A couple of things change and they end up not studying at all.

and i saw my life in photographs of faded memories by whateverislovely, Gen, Morgan reminds him just a little too much of the football players who bullied him relentlessly all through high school and even college. He’s big and imposing, with bulging muscles and a look on his face that says, Are you kidding me? when Hotch informs him that Spencer is the newest member of the BAU team. Five times Spencer misinterprets Morgan's intentions, and one time he's finally able to straighten things out.

where do we begin to get clean again by whateverislovely, Teen, Spencer often participates in toasts with the group using water or tea or potato chips instead of alcohol. This fic explores the events that may have led him to stop drinking.

silence like a cancer grows by whateverislovely, Teen, Diana doesn’t forgive Spencer for having her institutionalized… at least, not right away.

❤️Mature No Ship Fics

Surrender by @starzzyeyed, Mature, He doesn't want this, not really. He never wanted it. But he's in too deep now, and getting out seems less and less possible as the days trickle on, like sand through an hourglass. Or: An in depth look at Reid's addiction, and what it might have been like for him.

what’s this, the consequences of my actions? by cherubcurls, Mature, Because Spencer wasn’t used to safe. He needed adrenaline to pump through his veins and soften the blow for him to have a good day. His family never really liked how violent he was. OR; Spencer comes back home from a particularly horrible fight and his Dad is less than amused.

Solved Game by Boots17, Mature, Solved game: a game whose outcome can be correctly predicted from any position, assuming that the game is played perfectly. A season 12 canon divergence in which Mr. Scratch dies a little too early, Reid accepts the plea deal, and Cat Adams plays a very long game. Years later, the two finally get their rematch.

Ships are under the cut

🖤SFW Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

A Gentle Touch Hurts So Much by ProfessorWorm, Gen, Spencer has unaddressed childhood fears dredged up by Aaron’s attempt to help him recover from his knee injury.

Day 4 - FFC - Second Love by a1_kitkat, Teen, Spencer never much cared for anniversaries, neither does Aaron… this time there’s an exception.

There Are Secrets That We Still Have Left To Find by @starzzyeyed, Not Rated, Spencer Reid is seven years old the first time he comes out to anyone. Three times Spencer comes out, across three different points in his life, all with three very different outcomes.

❤️NSFW/Mature Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Subscribed by AestheticTek and @goobzoop, Explicit, After stressful cases, Hotch finds that camming in lingerie helps him to decompress, while Reid happens to stumble upon the most attractive man that greatly resembles his biggest crush, his boss.

The Absence of Sound by BluePenguinLightning, Mature, The sudden onslaught of sounds startled Spencer Reid awake, not that he ever slept well anyway. He hadn’t slept well in two hundred and seventy-four days. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure how he managed to make it that far. In which Reid somehow manages to survive a sadistic psychopath but that's only the beginning.

kill your indulgences by cherubcurls, Explicit, Hotch was his; his to keep, his to possess, his to feed on. “No,” he tried to mumble. As best as he could with his canines still firmly lodged onto his throat. “Mine.” OR; Hotch lets Spencer feed on him.

The Boy by house_of_lantis, Explicit, Lord Aaron Hotchner is one of the most ruthless rulers of the City. But despite his fearsome reputation, Lord Hotchner is respected by his people and beloved by those closest to him. He strives to bring order and justice to the City and to protect it from anyone who dared threaten it. Spencer is the newest addition to Aaron’s private harem, stolen from his previous master. Affectionately nicknamed the Boy, he is the exclusive body slave to Lord Hotchner and he learns to navigate the politics of the harem.

Hide and Seek by Highway58, Explicit, An Unsub fixates on the BAU Team, determined to make them his passion project. Spencer Reid is his ultimate target but in order to get to him, he has to go through the people he holds most dear in his life.

Heathen by Highway58, Explicit, The dreams would not stop. Ever since the unexpected case in Las Vegas when he forced himself to confront his painful past, Spencer Reid had not been able to sleep. The visions haunted him relentlessly... he couldn't resist the need to forget it all. Something was happening to him. Something he'd been suppressing for most of his life, ever since that one moment in his childhood he couldn't--wouldn't--face. Soon, very soon... he wouldn't be able to resist his own biology. Even though he had no idea it was even part of him. He was just a Beta... right? Spencer Reid approaches a crossroads he never imagined he could face.

Ain't Always Gold by Highway58, Explicit, Omega Spencer gets knocked up by his Mate Aaron Hotchner in the wake of Emily's death and he doesn't know it until it's about to kill him.

Call Me Daddy by goobzoop, Explicit, Aaron teaches Spencer how to date, but it’s not women he’s making him better for. It’s himself.

Let Me Be Your Only Choice by TobiasHankel, Explicit, After Spencer is kidnapped by Hankel, the team expects to find the omega scared and possibly beaten. They didn’t expect to find Spencer next to a dead Alpha and dying from bond rejection. With limited options and a dying Spencer, Hotch is forced to make a decision that Spencer can’t even consent to in order to save his life.

Every Version of You by goobzoop, Explicit, Hotch's whole world comes crashing down the moment he witnesses his husband get injured right in front of him. Spencer makes it through, but the road to recovery is more difficult than he could have ever imagined. Or, amnesia fic!

A Fool There Was by reasonablerodents, Explicit, Hotch is using Spencer to take out his frustrations regarding his failing marriage. Spencer is so desperately in love with him that he’ll put up with anything- just as long as he can be close to Hotch.

Touch The Leather by reasonablerodents, Explicit, “Well, the problem with shoes is- um, they’re dirty, there’s a staggering amount of bacteria even on the cleanest ones, I don’t want…” He trails off again, swallowing hard. Or: Hotch wants Spencer to prove how much he loves him.

Room on the Third Floor by Matthew1972, Explicit, One minute Aaron Hotchner is walking free, contemplating a forever with Spencer… the next he gets snatched away. Locked up in a cage to the whims of an unsub unlike any other he's ever faced. A hunter and wildcat shifter trafficker. But then, his inner panther and human self alike refuse to be tamed and collared to live out his days as the wildcat alone. To be another victim sold. Will his defiance become his downfall? Or does Aaron get to return home to Spencer and see through on his proposal?

🖤SFW Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Maybe Someday Soon by @justjasper, Teen, "Derek talks about you." The Morgan women know that he's in love with Reid. They also know that he is absolutely clueless about it.

Washed Away by TobiasHankel, Teen, It had been over a year since Spencer Reid went missing after he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. He was presumed to be dead, but Morgan refused to believe it and move on. After a case takes the team back to the same state Spencer went missing in, Morgan might just get the answers he has been looking for.

❤️ NSFW/Mature Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Spun Hearts by JustJasper, Explicit, After a harrowing case Morgan needs control, and Reid needs a fix, and they wind up in bed. Reid sees this as a potential evolution of their relationship, but Morgan is adament that he's not gay. The path towards what they both want isn't a simple one, and a recurring case brings some painful things to bare as they both try to navigate what they are to each other.

When We're Together, Our Bodies They Start Fires by JustJasper, Explicit, 2x06, "The Boogey Man", Reid sits in a police station practicing trying to lockpick a pair of handcuffs with a paperclip. Some short time later, he misses a hangout with Morgan, who goes to check on him.

🖤 Other Ships

Home by KatrioneSpecterRossi, Explicit, Emily Prentiss/David Rossi, Usually when there's a disturbance in the middle of the night, it involves Emily waking up from a PTSD-induced nightmare with her gun pointing at her bed partner's head. This time when she wakes up, it's for a very different reason...that turns out being a great deal more fun.

Level Pegging by Starzzy, Explicit, Elle Greenaway/Spencer Reid, “I don’t need, or frankly have the time to have sex,” he manages at last, somehow forcing his feet to move and take him forwards to the coffee maker. He almost forgoes the sugar entirely, wanting the bitter taste to wake him up from this walking nightmare he seems to be living in right now. “All I’m saying is, you wouldn’t be my first,” Elle says as she comes up to stand next to him.

❤️ Crossovers

I Used to Dread the Thought of Falling Quickly by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid/Dean Winchester, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid knows how to stumble into odd situations. But being kidnapped and then promptly flirted with? Seduced? by two of the FBI's Most Wanted? That has to take the cake. That, however, won't stop him from falling in love.

Entertained by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Sam's sitting on his bar stool on the miniature stage again, his guitar in his lap. Another stool serving as his table with a half-drunk glass of whiskey, he looks out across the mediocre crowd. Typical Wednesday. That's his preferred crowd, anyway. Joanne managing the bar, Pauline working the floor, and him on the stage as cheap entertainment. Strumming his guitar and singing country songs he learned by heart years ago. Sometimes he'll do requests. But not often. Not a lot of Kansans approach the stage when he's playing. They just let him do his thing.

I Must Admit that I was Reeling by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Aaron Hotchner/Dean Winchester, Spencer goes way too far to get closure on his fling with Sam Winchester. Because it was just a fling, right? It's not like they're meant to be, right?

To Love And To Be Loved In Return by reasonablerodents and Starzzy, Mature, Grease (1978), Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia/Derek Morgan, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner accepted a long time ago that he was never going to be able to be his true self. Not only was it illegal, it was highly unlikely that he’d ever find someone willing to be in hiding with him for the rest of their lives, unless America got a whole lot more open and accepting. That all changes when Spencer Reid transfers to Oakdale to finish his senior year.

Thank you everyone for making such great works this last year! The Quan-Tea-Co server is open to new members as long as you are over 18 years old. Invite Link.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #fic rec #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #moreid #emily prentiss #how are so many of these hotchreid omg guys #derek morgan #2023 fic rec #criminal minds discord #discord #supernatural #crossover

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keirawantstocry · 1 year ago

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It’s me again. I’m crawling out of the depths of hell to request poly morning crew angst (if you want) to cure my eternal writers block and because I love your writing and also feel pain

- Fitpacbo

oh beloved fitpacbo welcome back from the pits of hell <3

I take angst very Seriously so buckle up babe

“Nooooooo,” Pac howled. “No, no, no, I. It can't be.” Tears blurred his vision to the point he could only see colors as he fell to his knees. In front of him was his daughter. Dead. “Sunny, hey, no, you're fine.”

From beside him Tubbo whipped out two swords. “Who fucking did this?? I'm going to fucking kill then. Nobody,”-he choked on a sob- “can touch my fucking daughter.”

Pac gathered up Sunny's body in his arms, rocking her back and forth as Fit took Tubbo by the arms. “It's okay. It's okay. She'll be up soon. She has two lives.”

“Not any more!” Tubbo screamed back. “She has one! One fucking life!”

Pac let the tears roll as he rocked Sunny back and forth. Finally à violent gasp clawed it's way out of her throat.

Tubbo and Fit both dropped their weapons and fell to their knees next to Pac.

“Poppet. Sunny. Darling. I'm right here.”

Pac eased his arms against Tubbo's to let Sunny rest between the two of them. Their eyes fluttered as she let out a few weak coughs.

“Pai?” she signed, before sitting up, grabbing Tubbo's shirt and burying their face against his neck.

“You're safe now,” Fit said, the only one of them who wasn't crying, as he reached out and stroked Sunny's back.

Pac couldn't stop the onslaught of tears that continued down his face. “Oh, amorzinho, it's okay, we've got you.”

“I'm going to fucking kill them,” Tubbo repeated again and again. “My baby, my beautiful daughter.”

She sobbed into his shoulder while their little body shook.

“We're going to kill them,” Fit corrected and Pac saw the rage simmering under the surface, both in his eyes and his body. “Nobody fucking hurts our daughter and gets away with it.”

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #sunny qsmp #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac #THATS THEIR DAUGHTER AHHHHHH

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nerdraging4point0 · 10 months ago

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Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Seven // Polyverse AU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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"Oh god," I moaned, arching into him as we moved together. My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring me as pleasure crested through my body. This morning had been a surprise, he’d left with long shaggy bleached hair and came back with the most rich purple I had ever seen. He’d said it was for the music video they were shooting today but I didn’t let him say more, I'd clawed my way up his body like a tree before he carried me off to the bedroom. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down in a sensual rhythm. Our bodies fit together perfectly, two pieces of a passionate puzzle. The chill of winter faded away, replaced by the heat of desire.

"You feel so good," Chris murmured, his voice low and rough. "Ride me, baby. Just like that." I obeyed eagerly, my eyes locked on his, our shared ecstasy drowning out the world beyond these walls. Here, nothing existed but his touch, his kiss.

My body trembled with pleasure each time his velvety voice rumbled in my ear. His every word made me clench around him, my inner walls gripping him tight. I rode him hard and fast, then slow and deep, learning how to play his body like an instrument. I was tiring, movements growing languid, but his gritty voice spurred me on. "Aw, done already baby? Or maybe I should see if you've got more in there?" I nodded weakly, determined to keep going, to give him everything I had. I would make him feel as good as he made me feel. I increased my pace again, clenching around him, moaning his name.

The heat of his body against mine made my skin tingle with anticipation. His strong arms flipped me effortlessly onto my back, my hair fanning out across the pillows. I gasped as his soft lips found mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I couldn't hold back.

"Can you take it, baby?" His voice was a husky whisper next to my ear. I nodded, beyond words.

"Tell me," he commanded, pinching my chin firmly between his fingers, his dark eyes boring intensely into mine.

"I can take it," I managed to pant, consumed with desire, my body aching for his touch. Every nerve was alive, ready to ignite. I wanted nothing more than to give myself over completely to the passion that was burning between us.

His lips brush my nose in a tender kiss before he slides between my legs, filling me completely. My back arches as his thickness stretches me, hands grasping desperately above my head. We've done this countless times, yet his touch still elicits the same euphoria. I relish each one, every deep thrust, the way he knows my body so intimately.

He hooks my leg over his shoulder, bending me in half, pounding with wild abandon. My body trembles uncontrollably, breathless moans escaping my lips. I can barely withstand the onslaught of pleasure.

"You like that baby?" he groans, plunging deeper still.

"Yes... Chris... I fucking love it," I cry out, back arching higher, losing myself in ecstasy.

"Fuck...I fucking love this baby. God, I love you." His words tumble out before he can stop them. Does he think I don't hear him over our screams and moans?

As he thrusts into me, hard and deep, I cry out his name as waves crash through my body. I feel him let go, spilling into me as I tighten around him. Our bodies becoming a sweaty, tangled mess.

The morning had started off so innocently, the two of us enjoying a leisurely shower together as steam filled the bathroom. What began as tender caresses under the warm spray quickly escalated into passionate kisses and roaming hands, our bodies intertwining once again as desire took over. By the time we finally tore ourselves away from each other, we were running dangerously late for the music video shoot downtown. Rushing to get dressed, we flew around the apartment in a frenzy as we scrambled to gather everything we needed. My boyfriend sped through early morning traffic, expertly weaving between cars as I anxiously checked the clock. We pulled up to an imposing warehouse just in the nick of time, the nondescript exterior belying the hive of activity within. As we entered, I was immediately overwhelmed by the chaotic scene - crew members barking orders, adjusting lighting rigs, and wheeling around heavy equipment. My boyfriend gave my hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the makeup trailer, leaving me standing alone, feeling out of place. Polite but rushed production assistants nodded in acknowledgment as they hurried past, absorbed in their own urgent tasks. I lingered awkwardly, waiting for some direction on where to go, a bit intimidated by the no-nonsense efficiency surrounding me. The organized chaos was a far cry from our tender intimacy just a short while earlier that morning. But now it was time to focus - the cameras were ready to roll.

In the center of the room was a large white set with a few elevated podiums arranged evenly apart, one in the dead center with a drum set resting perfectly on top of it. Vinny sat on his stool, absentmindedly twirled the drumsticks between his colored fingers as he chatted with his bandmates. His eyes were rimmed with dark eyeliner that made their pale blue green irises stand out. Ryan cradled his black guitar, his most prized possession, against his black worn leather jacket. Justin stood with his typical laidback stance, bass guitar dangling comfortably from his shoulder. His lime green hair was pulled standing up in a short mohawk, leather outfit hugging his body like some halloween themed biker. The three friends were locked in animated conversation, no doubt discussing set lists and stage antics for their upcoming show. Their faces were caked in white makeup that gave them an almost skeletal appearance beneath the harsh lights. Only Ryan's eyes were visible above the black mask that covered his nose and mouth.

“It’s gonna be sick, isn’t it?” Rick's soft tone startled me as he snuck up beside me, his warm smile apparent even behind the ghostly white face paint. Nearly jumping out of my skin, I turned to see the guitarist regarding me with an amused grin, no doubt enjoying my startled reaction. He was dressed from head to toe in black - spike-studded vest layered over a sleeveless shirt that showed off the intricate tattoos winding down his arms. His hair was freshly shorn into a sharp a-line cut, the inky black strands framing his painted face dramatically. Sweeping wings of blue eyeshadow cascaded from his lower lids, contrasting strikingly with his gray eyes in a way that made it look as if the color was melting down his cheeks.

"What's wrong, did I scare you?" he teased, his smile growing wider. I couldn't help but giggle at his playful tone.

"No," I replied, "it's just...this look is so metal!" I gestured at his outfit - the spikes, the tats, the dramatic makeup. It was like he'd stepped right out of a heavy metal music video, the epitome of the bold, edgy style. He certainly knew how to pull off the rebellious rocker aesthetic. With his all-black clothes, inked skin, and smudged eyeshadow, he looked dangerous yet alluring, equal parts brooding artist and larger-than-life superstar. It was a striking visual statement that complemented his musical talents perfectly. No wonder he had startled me - with his intense metal makeover, he was practically a work of art himself.

"Have you met the guys yet?" he gestured to the rest of the band in the center of the shoot. I shook my head covering my torso with my arms, pressing my cream sweater closer to my body. "Come on, they don't bite," Rick said nodding to the band, I followed slowly behind him. As we approached the set, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Despite Rick's reassurances, I was incredibly nervous to meet the rest of the band. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. My cream cable-knit sweater suddenly felt far too thin and I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I had worn something more substantial. Rick gave me an encouraging smile as we entered the set, the paper booties rustling loudly with each step.

"Hey guys, meet, Eve," the boy's conversation was cut short as the six pairs of eyes landed on me. "She's here with Chris." I stood there awkwardly, feeling self-conscious under the intense gaze of these strangers.

Justin stepped forward, breaking the tense silence. "Nice to meet you," he said, crossing between two of the other boys and extending his hand to shake mine. I unwrapped one arm from around myself in a self-hugging stance, trying to seem more at ease than I felt. As we shook hands, Justin smiled warmly, helping put me a bit more at ease.

The moment was broken by Ryan, blurting out, "Bro, what's with the shirt?" He gestured to Rick, critiquing his short sleeve shirt.

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean," Rick replied in a flat, emotionless tone that thinly veiled his smug attitude. Ryan's gaze shifted from Rick to the other band members, his eyebrows raising in a silent plea for help explaining his vision. But it was clear from Rick's sly smile and arched brows as his eyes settled on Vinny that the concept wasn’t utterly lost on him. "I don't do leather," Rick stated matter-of-factly, pausing for a beat before adding with a hint of dramatic flair, "Or velvet."

Hours later they filmed and rotated, filmed and rotated, coffee had been delivered along with a quick breakfast spread that was laid out when we arrived. The craft services table held steaming carafes of coffee alongside platters piled high with fresh fruit, flaky pastries, and savory egg dishes - providing the perfect fuel to get through a long day of filming. A few hours past lunchtime and an assortment of sandwiches and vegan dishes were delivered, offering a variety of options to satisfy the diverse needs and preferences of cast and crew. Throughout the takes, I was never bored, watching Chris shake around and be silly between takes had me laughing so hard my sides hurt. His playful dad style humor was something else, always able to lighten the mood and keep spirits high on set. The set lights would flash green and white then blue creating different schemes and shadows in the background, transforming the look and feel of the scene with each adjustment. The director kindly offered to have me come look at the screen and watch how it would look at the final turn out, and I squealed with delight as I caught a glimpse of the magic of moviemaking firsthand. It was perfect, exceeding my imagination and leaving me giddy with excitement to see the final edited product.

I snapped the perfect aesthetic shot of the director's station thinking it would be an awesome photo to share with Noah. As I looked at the artsy photo I had just taken, a wave of doubt crashed over me. Noah wasn't into all this creative stuff like I was. He was more practical and down-to-earth. If I sent him this cool behind-the-scenes shot, would he even care? Or would he think I'm bragging about this glamorous video shoot, spending time with Chris? I didn't want Noah to feel insecure. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I valued Chris or this music video more than my relationship with him. But that random "I love you" from Chris this morning complicated things even more. I hadn't even processed what to make of it. Did Chris really have feelings for me or was it just an off-hand comment? I wasn't sure. And I definitely didn't want Noah finding out about it and jumping to conclusions. As I wrestled with all these swirling thoughts, my head started to throb. The overthinking train in my mind came to a grinding, squealing halt.

It was late into the afternoon when Rick, Ryan, Vinny and Justin all headed for wardrobe to change back into their street clothes, signaling the end of a long day. Chris jumped off the podium he had been standing on, coming right over to me and tucking me under his arm in an affectionate gesture.

"Enjoying it, babe?" he asked, a tender smile on his face as he looked down at me. I wrapped my arms around his torso, savoring the feeling of being close to him as he slowly guided us towards the makeup room.

"It's amazing," I replied enthusiastically. "I can't wait to see it when it's finished and edited together." Chris' expression became nervous at my words.

"You're not bored are you?" he asked, a tinge of worry in his tone. I reassured him quickly, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"No, I'm not bored at all," I said. "I'm happy to head out now though." Chris pulled us both to a stop at my words, gently turning me around to face him.

“Listen, pumpkin, I am not exactly done. They wanted to split the days up but I made the collective decision months ago to do it all in one day-” he stopped the minute my expression fell, my lip pulled between my teeth.

My heart sank as I listened to his explanation, the joy I'd felt quickly fading. "A couple more hours?" I repeated in a somber tone, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice. He scratched at his neck, a familiar nervous habit, as an apologetic look crossed his face. I could tell he was upset to be delivering this news, but not enough to rearrange his plans, even knowing how much I'd been looking forward to spending the day together.

I wasn't even sure why I felt so crestfallen; was it simply because the day hadn't matched my high expectations? Or was I just tired after so much anticipation and daydreaming about our reunion? My thoughts had been racing all afternoon as I planned all the things we would do, the conversations we would have. Now it seemed my overactive brain was exhausted, unable to process this sudden change. A wave of sadness washed over me, though I couldn't quite pinpoint its source. I wanted to be understanding, but in that moment all I felt was disappointment that our long-awaited time together had been cut short.

Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention and when I looked over Chris’s shoulder he turned to follow my line of sight. Rick stood just a few paces away watching our exchange, his presence like an apparition materializing out of thin air. He and Chris exchanged a knowing look, communicating wordlessly through subtle eyebrows raises and slight tilts of their heads. It was as if they shared a secret language only the two of them understood.

"Pumpkin, would you be okay if Rick took you back?" Chris asked me softly, his voice tinged with reluctance. I glanced at Rick's face, taking in the soft smile playing on his lips and the stage makeup still plastered on from the performance. Though disappointed, I tried to be understanding and nodded in acquiescence. Chris leaned down to give me a quick but tender kiss, his strong arms pulling me into a warm embrace before he trotted off to the makeup room, duty calling. I watched him go, his retreating figure growing smaller in the distance before disappearing from view completely. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I turned to Rick.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, “We’ll grab some real dinner on the way back. None of his vegan crap.”

Ricks' POV

She had fallen asleep on my couch, her breathing slow and steady as she drifted into slumber. I paused for a moment, taking in her serene expression, before grabbing a soft fleece blanket from my bed to gently drape over her. She looked so peaceful there, curled up against the plush cushions, that I didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead, I made sure she was comfortable, turning off the lights and double checking that the front door was securely locked. I tiptoed upstairs to my room, leaving her to rest undisturbed downstairs.

We had planned for me to drive her home after grabbing a quick dinner, but our conversation flowed so easily over plates of pasta that we lost track of time. Before I knew it, muscle memory had carried us right back to my apartment instead of Chris’s. She explained that she would rather hang out with me than go back to her empty place while Chris was working late. I understood not wanting to be alone with nothing but silence for company.

From my office I could hear her chatting away, the TV a faint drone beneath her voice. She must have been on the phone with Chris, their affectionate nicknames and inside jokes filtering up the stairs. Part of me was conflicted, perhaps even a bit jealous, of their seemingly happy relationship. But another part of me just enjoyed her company and wanted to get to know this fascinating girl better. Surprisingly, Chris never seemed to mind us spending time together, which I found odd but can't say I really minded either. She intrigued me, and I looked forward to unraveling the mystery that was her.

As I laid in bed, the cool blue light from my kindle illuminating my face, I had been stuck on the same page for several minutes, lost in my own swirling thoughts. Earlier at dinner, she had caught me off guard by asking about Chris, and whether he was the type to casually throw around "I love you"s to just anyone. When I asked what she meant, she explained further - was Chris serious when he said it, or did he tell it to every girl he met? I hesitantly shared that sometimes he was sincere, but other times it seemed less meaningful. Her line of questioning immediately raised alarms in my mind. She wouldn't be asking unless she had heard those three special words from him herself. My worst fear was coming true - Chris had serious feelings for her after all.

And the fact that she was probing me about it revealed her own emotions were likely growing as well. Admitting you've fallen for someone is a huge leap, especially acknowledging it to yourself. Yet here I was, her friend, harboring a hopeless crush on a taken girl. "Says the man crushing on his buddies' girl," the cynical voice in my head sneered. I mentally rolled my eyes at my foolishness. A harmless crush was understandable, but I knew it would pass in time. I just needed to be patient and let it fade on its own.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me from my drowsy reading. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was past ten pm—an odd time for someone to be texting. I reached over and grabbed my phone, squinting against the bright light of the screen. A new message from Chris awaited me. I swiped it open, curious about why he would be texting so late. "Hey, did you drop Eve off at my apartment? Cause she isn't here," the message read. Confusion washed over me. Earlier, I had heard Eve mention on the phone that she was at my house. Clearly Chris had forgotten in his exhausted state. I typed back, "She's asleep on the couch. Did you forget already?" He read the message but didn't respond. I wondered if I had pressed a nerve, but knowing Chris and his tendency to take on too much, he was likely just overwhelmed and had too many things going on to remember where Eve was. With a sigh, I tossed my phone back onto the nightstand, the buzz of the unanswered text lingering in my mind. I turned off my Kindle, giving up on reading for the night, and settled into my blankets, hoping sleep would come easily despite the confusion of Chris's message.

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