#and usually just grabs them with his bare hands

[hearts4hughes]

holiday shopping - rafe cameron x fem!reader

A/N: all i want is to be spoiled by rafe cameron ☹️

holly jolly november

the two of you are barely through the entrance of the mall when you grab rafe’s hand, steering him towards a row of holiday-lit stores.

“can we go in there, please?” you ask, staring up at rafe with those doe innocent eyes.

he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “we can do whatever you want, but you’re not lifting a finger. got it?” if he was spoiling you today, he was going to do it right.

you give him a look, raising your eyebrows. “honey, i can pay for things myself. you don’t have to-” his finger covers your lips as he shushes you.

“don’t want to hear it. i don’t just do this for anyone, baby.” he’s teasing, but there’s something serious in his gaze, too, something that makes your heart skip. for the rest of the day he doesn’t let you lift a single bag, nor a credit card that isn’t his.

by the time you’re on your way out of the store, he’s juggling an armful of your new things with a satisfied smile on his face.

you can’t help but giggle as he struggles with the weight of the bags. “need some help there?” you offer, reaching out.

he smirks, shifting the bags to one side before you can grab them. “nice try.” he pulls you closer as you walk. “but i’ve got it.”

you stare at rafe, the boy who’s usually masked by a stressful and tough facade, as he carries girlie, holiday decorated bags for you.

[darylssunshine]

First Time

just riding on Eddie's motorcycle for the first time hehe

fluff!!!!

word count: 1k-ish

a/n: I know this is different from my normal content, but I just recently watched all three Venom movies and I fell in love with yet another sweaty man who rides a motorcycle

“Hop on, sweetheart.”

Eddie Brock stood before you in a worn leather jacket with equally as worn jeans, leaning on the back of his matte-black motorcycle. His arm was outstretched, offering you an equally black helmet for you to wear. 

Shifting uncomfortably in one of Eddie's oversized hoodies, you looked the machine over. “Ed, baby, I've never ridden one of these before. Are you sure?” 

He faked a gasp and put a hand to his chest. “How dare you question my skill!” You simply rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh as a response.

TELL THEM I WILL NOT GIVE THEM ANY OF MY CHOCOLATE IF THEY DO NOT GET ON THE BIKE. THREATENING HUMANS USUALLY WORKS.

Ignoring the symbiote, Eddie stepped closer and dropped the bike helmet onto the soft grass below so he could take hold of your hips instead. “I promise you'll be fine. I've ridden this thing half of my life. Besides, you have an excuse to wrap your arms around me to keep steady.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink, and you bashfully ducked your head down, feeling heat rise to your ears and cheeks. 

“Okay. I trust you.” You spoke genuinely, gazing into your boyfriend's eyes. 

EDDIE. I LIKE THEM. DON'T FUCK THIS UP. 

Eddie huffed out a laugh but once again did not acknowledge his other partner.

You got onto your tiptoes to pull him into a loving kiss, something that he often teased you about. His right hand left your hip to tenderly caress your jaw. He was the first one to pull back from the kiss, leaving you slightly chasing the feeling. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You sure you just wanna do a movie night tonight, baby?” He teased.

“Oh my God, just get on the bike already!” You giggled, softly striking Eddie's shoulder. He defensively held his palms in front of him before strolling back over to the bike. Taking hold of the handles, he swung his leg over to straddle the seat of the bike, resting his foot slightly on the kickstand. 

Suddenly, two tendrils sprouted out of Eddie's back and grabbed both sides of the helmet like a pair of hands. The tendrils gently placed the helmet on your head, lightly patting the top of it with a slight squelching sound. 

The source of the tendrils slithered out of the back of Eddie as well. Venom tilted their head and bared their teeth at you, but you somehow knew that it was in a caring manner. “YOU WILL BE SAFE, (Y/N.) I WILL NOT LET ANY HARM COME TO YOU OR EDDIE.” 

You adjusted the helmet on your head and walked towards the bike that the love(s) of your life was sitting on. “I know you wouldn't. Thank you, Vee.” You took one of the cold tendrils in your hand and kissed the end. Venom let out something akin to a purr before retreating back into Eddie so you could sit comfortably on the back of the bike. 

It took you a couple of tries for your leg to swing over the bike, your short stature fighting against you. Even though the sound of the world around you was muffled because of the helmet, you could pick out the sound of Eddie chuckling at your struggle. 

Finally, you get your leg hooked over the bike and wrapped your arms around Eddie. Craning his neck, he glanced behind his shoulder to give you a questioning thumbs up, asking if you were ready for him to accelerate. You reciprocated the thumbs up, and before you could return your hand back to his waist, he took your left hand in his and brought it to his mouth to give it a tender kiss. He couldn't see your reaction, but he knew you were blushing behind him. Your arms squeezed his waist, a bit harder than before in anticipation.

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Venom morphing into Eddie's hands that were gripping the bike handles, adding an extra layer of safety for you, and a romantic gesture for Eddie. 

He flicked up the kickstand and started the engine. Embarrassingly, you jumped a little bit at the sudden start, but you soon got used to the rumble of the machine below you. He revved the bike a couple of times, an added warning to you that he was about to start moving. You took a deep breath and made sure your feet were firmly planted on the passenger footrests. 

He started slow, both to not startle you and because you were in a residential neighborhood area. Unfortunately for you, the twenty minute journey to Eddie's house required him to go onto the highway for most of the trip, so your eyes were firmly closed until you felt him get onto the straightaway, your face nuzzling into his back as much as the helmet would allow. 

Mustering up all of your courage, you slowly lifted your head off of your boyfriend's back to gaze at your surroundings. It was around 8 pm, so there weren't a ton of cars around you. The sky was getting dark, and it juxtaposed the bright billboards and neon signs Eddie flew passed. It was very pretty, actually. 

Now that you have gotten used to the feeling of higher speeds and knowing that Venom would keep both of you safe, you managed to take one of your hands off of his waist and rest it on his shoulder, rubbing the back of it lovingly with your thumb. Eddie’s head tilted to the right, like he was trying to lean into your touch while keeping his eyes on the road.

By the time you had rested your hand back to its original position, you were pulling up in his driveway. 

Once the motorcycle rumbled to a complete stop, he quickly extended the kickstand and got off the bike to face you. Gently pulling the helmet off, he questioned, “You okay, babe? I didn't go too fast, did I? I can scold V if you want me to.” 

“It actually wasn't that bad.” You snickered. “I appreciate you taking it slow.”

Eddie chivalrously offered you his hand, even kissing it while helping you up and meeting your lips with his when you finally stood before him, pulling you close by your belt loops.

This was partially to cover up a comment made by his alien companion, but you heard it, nonetheless.

“PUSSY.”

[vivwritesfics]

The Devil Dances With A Smile

Chapter Two

He can't kill you. He can't bring himself to lay a hand on you. So, he falls for you instead (its a shame his employer really wants you dead)

Hitman!Max x reader

Chapter One

The teachers lounge was rarely a good place to nap. Somebody was always yapping about something. On any day but today, that would have been Max. Yapping at Charles, who would yap back. 

Today, though, he was far too tired to yap. He laid his head down on the table, his energy drink forgotten in front of him. The teachers lounge was the only place he could enjoy his much needed energy drinks, especially if he didn't want the kids to see. 

"You look like shit," Charles muttered as he joined him, sipping his coffee. 

Max looked up only to glare. He quickly laid his head back onto the table and shut his eyes. 

"Jim and Sass keep you up again?" 

Oh, that was right. Back when he and Charles first started their jobs, Jimmy and Sassy were his excuse for everything. It was better that way, though. If Charles knew what he was really doing, he'd never look at him the same way. 

"Just let me sleep, Charlie," Max mumbled through a yawn. 

Leaning back, Charles sipped his coffee, but he said nothing more. He kept his eye fixed on Max, just watching him. When the bell went, he woke Max up. Snapped his fingers in front of his face to make him just a little more alert and sent him in the direction of his classroom. 

Mac moved through the day like a zombie. He barely got through it, his only aid being the red bull he kept hidden in his thermos. 

The thing about Max was that he hated coffee. Last night had been a charade; he hid every grimace behind what he hoped was a charming smile. When you topped him up for a second cup, he guessed that it worked. 

Still, he wouldn't be ordering another from you. But he would be going back. Research, he told himself. To find out why somebody would want you killed. Were you really that bad a person? So bad that somebody was willing to pay a lot of money to see you dead at his hands? He just couldn't see it. 

The school day came and went as it always did. Max stayed behind and tidied his classrooms. Put the text books back on the shelves and picked up paper left behind by the students. 

A drawing. He knew immediately which student had done it. A talented artist who had spent the lesson drawing him and Mr Leclerc from history locking lips. 

Chuckling to himself, Max shoved the drawing into his drawer. He grabbed his bag, the Red Bull disguised in his coffee thermos, and headed out. 

Max had never dreaded going to his second job before, not since his first day. But tonight? Tonight was different. 

For the first time ever, he hadn't completed the job. 

He moved slowly as he got himself showered and changed, making dinner for himself and feeding the cats. Jimmy and Sassy fussed around his legs, and Max took his time to give them attention, putting off the inevitable. 

Christian was gonna have his ass. 

Tying his shoelaces took longer than normal, but that was because he was stopping every few seconds to give his cats kisses. “I love you both,” he assured them, running his hand along Jimmy's back and up his tail. “If daddy doesn't make it home, uncle Charles is gonna take care of you, okay?” 

He swallowed the lump in his throat and headed out the door. 

Never before had Max wished for traffic. Never before had he wished for his commute to his second job to take longer than the usual twenty minutes. 

But it felt all too soon that he pulled into his parking space. He sat there for several minutes, making sure he had everything that he needed. Keys, wallet, phone. All already in his pocket. Convenient. 

He forced his brain to think up the worst that Christian could say and do as he walked towards his office. Shoot him dead was the worst he could do, tell him he's fired was the worst he could say. 

Max sucked in a breath. He pushed down the handle and opened the door, letting himself into the office. If he was a weaker man, his legs would have been buckling as he approached the desk. 

"Your target is still alive."

Max nodded as he sucked in a breath. "I know," he said. "But she's tricky," he finished. 

Christian blinked at him. "She's a waitress," he replied. "Can't you shoot her dead when she's behind the counter?" 

A sigh left his lips. "Just trust me, Christian, it's not that simple. She's got colleagues and customers, people  that care about her. I can't just kill her there; I've got to gain her trust first." 

Christian levelled him with a look. Unimpressed, but accepting. "Fine. Just get it done," he said and sent Max on his way. 

He couldn't keep putting it off, he thought as he drove towards the caf��. He immediately spotted you, clearing the tables by the window. He watched you pause and look out across the lamp lit street. 

Climbing out of the car, Max started towards the café. His mouth was dry as the bell above the door rang, signalling his arrival. 

You looked up as the bell rang, a smile splitting across your face. "Well hey, stranger," you said, your grin widening. Any more and your face would have hurt. 

"Nice to see you again," Max said as he slipped into the nearest seat. 

You leaned against the table. It wasn't like you were trying to flirt, trying so hard to appeal to him. But it was working. Your pretty eyes, your pretty smile. He could have stayed here all day staring at you. 

You took his order, just a coffee. But you threw in a pastry for him, a treat, on the house. 

For the first hour, Max sat there. As much as he wanted to talk to you, you were too busy working him to give him the attention that he wanted. But you met his eye, gave him a warm smile as you cleaned the rest  of the cafe. 

Finally, you leaned against the table once again, your palm flat as you angled your body towards him. "So, what? Are you stalking me or something?" 

For a moment, Max panicked. But then you laughed and his entire body relaxed. "It's not every night you meet a pretty girl in a dingy café," he replied and your cheeks heated up. The little 'no offense' he added at the end was so endearing, you couldn't help but slip into the seat. 

Max was easy to talk to, but you knew that from the day before. He showed you pictures of his cats, telling you all about them until you got called into the kitchen to run food. 

As soon as table 43 had their food, you returned to Max's table. "I still don't get what you're doing here," you said to him, not bothering to sit down this time. You only had five minutes left on the clock. "You're a teacher, a local one. You don't get the train anywhere, so why are you here?" 

His face was bright red and he pushed his hair back, swallowing. "The first time, I was just looking for something to drink. I came in today because I wanted to see you," he confessed, scratching at the back of his neck. 

You checked your watch. "Let me clock out, and then you can walk me to the bus stop again." 

Before you could walk away, before you could get changed and walk back towards him, Max grabbed your arm. Your immediate instincts had you quickly pulling out of his grip and taking two steps back. 

Max dropped his hand. He didn’t say anything, didn’t call out your behaviour. Instead, he fished his car keys from his jacket pocket. “Or I could drive you home, if you like.”

He didn’t drive you home that night. But he did walk you to the bus stop again. You stood closer to him than you would to any of your other customers. “I want to take you out at some point,” he said, staring down at you. The bus was pulling up, he only had a few seconds. “On a date.”

You didn’t gasp, you weren’t surprised. But your cheeks still heated up. “Tomorrow,” you said and smoothed down his jacket. “We’ll arrange it tomorrow.”

Max watched as you stepped onto the bus and paid for your ticket. He watched as you sat somewhere near the back. 

As soon as the bus pulled away, Max headed back towards the car. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, swiping his thumb across the screen to answer it. “Soon, Christian,” he said, before Christian had the chance to say anything to him. “She’ll be dead soon.” He swallowed the lump in his throat as he climbed into the car. 

Christian paused for a moment. An anxiety inducing moment. ‘Lando is gonna take on the job’, that was what he was ready for him to say. “Our employer wants her dead within the next two weeks. Get on with it.”

The call ended and Max dropped his phone onto the centre console. A sigh left his lips and he began to drive, heading in the direction of the bus. There weren’t many occasions that called for Max to tail a bus, and it wasn’t all that easy. Every time the bus stopped at a stop, he parked where he could until the bus moved on. 

But then you got off of the bus and began your walk. As you got off of the bus, Max parked his car and climbed out. He followed you, ducking behind bins and bushes. You didn’t turn around, had no idea you were being followed. 

You weren’t expecting any sort of danger. Maybe it made you naive. You had no idea of the danger you were in. Max kept following you until you made it to your apartment complex. The sun was rising, the streets no longer dark. 

You were in so much danger, so much fucking danger. Max swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn’t let anything happen to you, he knew that much.

a/n: part two! it actually feels so good to be working on a series again. for those that don't know, i'm currently working on a lestappen werewolf series (that i hope to have posted in the next week) so keep an eye out for that!

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[r0-boat]

Ok what about the kings rut headcanons? Please please please please please please 🥺

You asked and you shall receive!!

Whb Kings Rut Headcannons

Cw: darker than I anticipated, breeding, biting (hard biting like drawing blood), mentions of cannibalism, yandere behavior, Demons becoming more primal in rut, especially asmodeus, free use, Dubcon/noncon

Satan

If you didn't think he would get any more violent. You're dead wrong with all this extra testosterone coursing through his veins. All he wants to do is fight things. With a legion of loyal subordinates who also want to fight and destroy, Gehenna's streets become the purge; all their rage and stress are released at once.

And they like this! Starting brawls in the streets, clashing horns and gnashing their teeth as they wrestle each other with their bare hands. Demons are challenging Satan for his claim on you bonus points if they get beaten up in the process.

But Satan wants more. He wants to fight something and feel like he's in danger, with no weapons, guns, or flamethrowers, just him and his bare hands going against something much stronger than himself. He wants to prove his strength to you and take you after winning a brutal fight. To smear his blood and semen onto you, claiming you as his.

The other kings are the only ones who can equal his strength, either in magic or in muscle. His temper somehow becomes shorter as he is itching to jump across the table and fist-fight Mammon.

His subordinates fear their King will hurt you, but it's the opposite. He's so gentle and needy that he whines for your attention. Dragging his tongue across the nape of your neck and burying his face to smell your sweet scent. Spinning you down with all of his strength, wrapping a muscular arm around you before harshly grinding his hips into you to reach as deep as possible. Unless he becomes provoked... Then that's a whole other story. You won't be sitting right for weeks.

Mammon

You are his possession as much as he views himself as yours. And he takes great care of all of his possessions. But you seem not too keen about being his... It's not like it's your choice to make anymore. Humans are fickle and don't know what they truly want. He can give you everything. So why haven't you submitted to him yet? Mammon becomes more pushy with his advances. He may be a pacifist, but he knows how much stronger he is than you are and is not used to the word no.

Of course, Mammon will worship you like any other night when the two of you get frisky, but you notice that his touch becomes more and more rough, from gentle caresses to harsh, grabbing and handling you like a doll. He not only likes to take care of his possessions but also uses them to their fullest extent. A demon of greed is still a demon of greed, And you are his favorite toy by far. Part of him wants to display you for all to see. Another part of him wants to drag you off into his bedroom chambers for you never to be seen again.

Maybe he sees you more as an exotic pet or a commodity. No matter how much he tells you that you own him, all demons are slave to their instincts when rut season is here. With the deep urge to mark you He will not hold back to how many teeth marks and hickeys he'll put on your body.

Once he feels those squeezing velvet walls around his cock he will never let you go. His body will quickly overwhelm you as he loses himself to pleasure. He will dress you in the finest silk gold and jewels. Then soaks his cum all over it. He doesn't care The price will probably go up with his seed seeped into the fabric.

Leviathan

In Hades, Few nobles show how much their rut affects them because that usually means feeding into their king's jealousy. Especially when they just so happen to have the same rut as Leviathan's

During this time, no one looks or talks to you in his presence. Mammon thinks about locking you away forever. Leviathan would actually do it.

I think Rut Leviathan becomes borderline yandere as he becomes more open about how much he wants you. Murmuring scary thoughts out loud of how he wants to lock you in a nice cage, throw away the key. Or cut a little piece off to always have with him. Or threaten to kill people close to you. All the while, he's balls deep inside you with little care of how fast he's bucking his hips (very wholesome, very romantic 💞)

He is hanging on by a thread, and all it takes is seeing you with another for him to lose it. And once he does, He will fuck you without mercy, drill his hips with every ounce of his being until the two of you can't think of anything other than each other. If he has to break your mind with his dick, he will.

Needy and petty, willing to do anything to get just a sliver of that attention. The usually refined, elegant demon becomes nothing but a moaning, drooling beast. He will fill you up. You will be claimed.

Beelzebub

That ferocious sexual hunger is tripled. No matter how much you seem to satisfy and he just wants more more more more more. And keep in mind this man has clones, too. He will let go, and his clones will swarm you.

He bites; if it weren't for his other clones tending and touching you, distracting the sharp pain of his teeth and breaking your skin with pleasure, you would be screaming in pain. It's honestly a miracle how he didn't lose control and consume you. Only because he finds the taste of your juices even sweeter, once he's between your legs he is never coming back up. A hand vigorously stroking his cock as he tries to ring you out and suck you dry. Coke sing you to cum on his tongue again and again until you physically can't give anymore. And he'll still want more after that.

Having a more sensitive nose than any other demon in hell, He is drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He'll smell you from anywhere. No matter how far you are, he'll still find you. He'll bury his nose in the name of your neck and start rolling his tongue across your flesh and wanting just a taste of you—the taste of something he'll never have.

It's almost as if he loses control of his powers since his clones don't disappear after he finishes. They stay with you, tend to you, touch you, fuck you, suck you, Constantly until their rut ends and their control returns. His dick will not leave you not. Even if you leave to go to the bathroom, he'll jump on you as if he hasn't seen you in years. He'll even be inside you when you're trying to eat or drink water, just slow grinding as he promised you he'd give you a break. He's trying to hold back.

At the end of his rut, he'll get super hungry since he rarely eats during his rut because all he can think about is fucking you. His subordinates and His people worry that he might lose control and eat you, so food will always be provided at his convenience when in a rut.

Lucifer

Obsessive dangerously obsessive. His angel body is not used to the intense hormonal heat that is a demon rut. He was not expecting His rut to come so strong... It has to be because of your influence. He tries so hard to fight back but all he could think about is you.

He could barely control himself and his body around you as is now it seems like his rut is trying to get him to mate with you to claim, punish and worship you. It's like two sides of him are fighting with each other. To bully you till you scream and cry for him. Another part of him screams to to praise and take care of you.

He punishes and overwhelms you to the point you cry. All the while, he praises and worships those tears that fall down your cheeks. Kissing them away as he fucks you harder, muttering about how well you're taking him, and you look so divine like this, like you were made to be nothing else but a cock sleeve.

Lucifer has been getting the increasing desire to learn every little bit about you put you under a microscope and examine every little hair on your head. To memorize every little twitch in your body and squeal you make. To learn what reaction you make when he tilts the angle of his cock just a right inside you.

He may or may not have a secret binder filled with detailed facts about everything you do or about you in general. But he always goes back to during his rut either to fill out more or read to himself to.... Relieve stress. His rats would have been a lot worse if it weren't for this binder so you're welcome... I can't imagine what the other Kings will do to get their hands on this.

Belphegor

It's cold and you're so warm... Would you be a doll and be his little cock warmer? His toys are nothing like the real thing. Sadly he can't sleep and masturbate at the same time and his wet dreams just make him wake up wanting more so why don't you stay here for a while and be there so he could use you as he pleases.

In meetings? He's snug right inside you! You're trying to sleep? Well he just woke up any needs to start thrusting right now, He's laying down and reading? Now don't be shy start grinding...

The farther in his right cycle the more active he becomes no longer are you just warming his cock now he's starting to grind into you. Feeling your walls milk him murmuring how you're his favorite toy.

Belphegor in rut is very needy. You can't leave for a second without him trying to follow you in some way. He can't bear to part with that warm tight hold of yours. Every time you try to move away from him he whines and cries out in displeasure.

I wouldn't try pushing your luck if I were you. If you tease him anymore he'll just flip you over and go crazy. Fucking you back into submission showing you who's a really in charge of you. If you keep misbehaving he's going to have Beleth join in and trust me you don't want that. He's not as nice as Belphegor is.

Asmodeus

Losing all control, He is no longer a demon at this point now a feral beast wanting one thing. A Mate. Not just anyone though... No not just anyone will do, He wants you... He wants you in the most primal way, drill you into the soil the both of you howling and pleasure. And of course since it is the season to feel lust his power is significantly stronger to the point where if he were to escape all of hell would Make people have orgies in his path. For the safety of you and frankly everyone else

So, at the start of the demon rut season, They chain Asmodeus up and lock him deep underneath the Abaddon red prison. If you still want to visit him that's your death wish but the guards think perhaps maybe you can calm him down since his rut only had gotten worse since he came back to hell.

Asmodeus is now completely naked His form in the middle of his human form and beast form as he struggles to maintain control. His smile widens as you see. His nostrils flare at your scent as he books his hips, his cock with a swollen knot at the base.

However, if you didn't visit him... He would break out and find you... Hunt you down like a hungry animal. There is no high; there is no How are you? There's just chasing and breeding. He looks at you with wide, unblinking eyes, stalking closer, ready to pounce. A beast with a sadistic thrill of the chase so much so that he'd rather toy with his prey before taking you completely. He'd rather slowly make you known of his presence that he draws near and you better find an escape plan before he gets you.

You better pray that you are not out in hell alone at night. Any other time, he would love having the kings underneath him, but now His instinct screams that they will take you from him. He will fight them with his bare hands and prove to you that he's the better male and hopes you'll choose him, give your body to him, and let him mark you as his mate.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sum of All 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Steve Rogers

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you are given an unexpected assignment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The hollowness remains. It feels like there’s stones rattling around in your chest. You don’t think you ever truly understood the word frazzled until that moment. 

And each time you glance over and see Rogers’ bloody knuckles, it adds to the frenetic energy trapped inside you. Your mind flashes with the sight of him on top of that man, fists raining down, blood on the asphalt. Each time, a tide of dizziness threatens to sweep you away. 

He finally pulls up to a grey brick building. You look at your watch. It’s been barely half an hour since you left the firm but it feels like a lifetime. 

He gets out without a word. You follow suit, or try to. You push the door open, only to be trapped by the seat belt still strapped across you. You grunt and unclick it. You grab your briefcase and lean heavily on the door as you set your feet on the ground. 

You stand and teeter in your short heels. Where are you? Scratch that. You don’t want to know. You know that it’s best to know nothing and not ask any questions. 

“Hurry up,” Rogers hand curls around the top of the car door. You step away and he swings it shut. He points tersely to the building, “in.” 

You obey, gripping tight the leather handles of your bag, and scurry ahead of him. You feel like a mouse with a cat slowly stalking you from behind. 

There are two men standing outside the doors of the building. You look between them with wide eyes. They don’t seem to see you but are quick to nod to the man at your tail. 

“Rogers,” one intones and gets as much answer as you have so far. 

The blond henchman opens the door and you flit inside. This is like a cartoon. It’s absurd. You don’t know much about these type of people, you were never into those movies. Kind of boring in your opinion and besides, this is real life. 

“Hey, you’re going the wrong way,” Rogers calls as you turn left without thinking. “Up.” 

He points upstairs and you turn back and nod. You show your teeth and push your shoulders up, “sorry.” 

He waits and walks up at your side. Your eyes trail again to his hand. His long fingers twiddle in agitation. Would he do the same to you if you step out of line? 

You trip over the top step and he catches your arm before you can topple. You suck in air, terrified, and right yourself. 

“Sorry, er, thanks,” you utter. 

He lets you go with a sigh and points to his right. You’re going to mess this up. God, why did Brenner send you? You’re a new accountant, you aren’t prepared for any of this. Well, they didn’t exactly offer a class on the underworld, did they? 

“You’re breathing loudly,” Rogers says as he stops at a door. 

You blanch and hold your breath. You look at him and blink. His brows arch. 

“You can breathe, just... quietly,” he shakes his head. 

He taps on the left door in the double set before you. He drops his hand to the curled candle and pushes inward. You stare at his knuckles again. He nudges you ahead of him. 

You walk into the room as you wring the handles of your briefcase. There’s a man inside. Is he the big bad? Then what does that make Rogers? 

You look between them and sway. Your head is spinning. You haven’t had breakfast yet. 

“Buck,” Rogers says dully.  

“That them?” The man behind the desk asks. His dark hair is swept back as his thick beard defines his already square jaw. He wears a silver tie and a black suit. These men might be criminals but they dress well. 

“She can count,” Rogers says. 

“Great,” the other man replies flatly. “And she understands?”  

“She does.” Rogers assures. 

Your eyes skitter back and forth. What are they talking about? What do you understand?

The man he calls Buck exhales. His eyes lower and you follow them. Once more you’re looking at the bloody knuckles. 

“You been scrapping?” The man behind the desk accuses. 

“Keeping order,” Rogers crosses his arms. 

The other man tuts and looks at you, “what did he do?” 

Your eyes round and your head swirls. You tilt your head one way then the other. You can feel Rogers watching you. You don’t know much about being bad, you’re a good girl, but you know you don’t snitch. 

Again the scene plays like a reel in your head. That man’s face smeared across the pavement, the horrible sound of his ribs cracking against leather shoes. 

“I... He did...” you wisp and lock your knees, “he did what needs to be done. You know... he...” 

Your eyes roll back and you tip backwards. You don’t feel the crash. You sink into the black cushion of your subconscious, content to escape into the void. 

You wake in a leather chair. The two men stand before you, looking down at you as your head lolls. You grumble and flutter your lashes. 

“She okay?” The dark-haired man asks. 

“She does that,” Rogers puts his hands on his hips. “She’s awake.” 

“I can see.” The other man sneers and reaches under his jacket. You follow his hand as he rests it on his holster. You gulp at the silver butt of the handgun there. “Time for the talk,” he reaches his other arm above you and leans in. “You hear me?” 

You nod as you stare at the gun. 

“Look at me,” the man demands. Rogers grunts, a warning. You look into the man’s bold blue eyes. “Anyone asks you anything about me, or him, or anything that happens inside these walls, you keep your mouth shut.” 

You slump as your head throbs. You feel the blackness creeping up. He snaps his fingers in front of your face. 

“Stay with me here,” he says. “Look, we aren’t gonna hurt you. Not unless you give us a reason. So, you keep those lips zipped and do your work, you’re good as gold. You understand me?” 

You show your teeth and nod. 

“And as long as you’re working for me, you’re under my protection. Got it? Rogers will take care of you.” He pushes himself straight and turns to face the other man, “get her some water before she passes out again.” 

[malk1ns]

Sid getting at that other player in a headlock sure was something. Not sure if that does anything for Geno or SidGeno but it did something for me!

oh you mean this moment?

yeah, same. boy likes to wrestle.

Geno’s been watching Sid all night.

That’s nothing new. They’re always looking at each other; on the bench when they’re breaking down the other team’s play, during a shift when Sid’s about to take a faceoff and looks over at Geno and knows they’re going to do something special, during practice when they’re pushing each other to try harder at a drill.

Sid can tell when it’s about something that’s not hockey-related, though.

The team wants to go out after they beat the Habs at home. Sid’s gotten four goals in two games, they’re pulling themselves out of the malaise of the first two weeks of the season; the right choice would be to take the boys out, buy a few rounds of drinks, let them talk him into doing a shot, and duck out before the kids get too crazy.

Sid’s feeling selfish, though. Geno’s eyes on him are heavy, his blood is up from the scrum at the end of the game, and it doesn’t take him more than a second to offer some excuse and wiggle out of the invite to the South Side and sneak out to his car.

He drums his steering wheel the whole way home. 

Geno’s car is already parked in his driveway when he gets there, and every light in the house is on. Normally, Sid would wander around and turn the lights off before heading upstairs to scold Geno for wasting electricity, but tonight he barely pauses to make sure the gate is shut behind him before he’s half-jogging up to the bedroom.

When he gets there, Geno’s sprawled out on his stomach, scrolling through something on his phone. He’s naked, and his skin looks damp, like he jumped in the shower again after getting back from the rink.

He looks up and raises his eyebrows, arching his back just the tiniest bit so that his ass is even further on display. “Slow,” he says, tossing his phone onto the floor and propping his chin in his hands.

Sid’s on him before he can even open his mouth to say more.

Sometimes, after games like this, he wants a fight. Sid tries to stay humble, tries to remind himself that he didn’t get to where he is on his own, but every now and then he knows he’s on a heater, knows he’s the reason his boys pulled out a win, and even a lengthy cooldown bike ride isn’t enough to settle him.

On those nights, Geno knows just what to give him. 

Geno’s whole career, he’s had people underestimating how strong he is. Sid understands why; he’s skinny, with mile-long legs built for speed and arms that can reach out and grab a puck but don’t hold obvious muscle like some guys. It usually only takes one on-ice tangle to set people straight about how far from weak he is.

So, when Sid gets on top of Geno and tries to pin him to the mattress, it doesn’t take much effort for Geno to buck him off, those long legs tangling with Sid’s to knock him to the side and get them on even footing.

For a minute, it even looks like Geno might win. He’s got Sid flat on his back in the middle of the mattress, straddling his waist and his big palms heavy on Sid’s shoulders, and there’s a gleam of triumph in his eyes, but Sid’s lower body strength is infamous for a reason, and this time, when he flips them over and pins Geno belly-down on the bed, one hand keeping his wrists stretched up over his head and his thighs clamped tight around Geno’s hips, Geno gives.

When Sid lets Geno’s hands free, he knows he’ll stay where Sid put him.

“Fuck,” Sid grunts, moving down so he can get at Geno’s ass. “Did you—oh yeah,” he groans, thumbing at Geno’s hole, already wet where he’d fingered himself open before Sid got home.

“Sid,” Geno whines, and Sid doesn’t make him wait.

Geno’s so tight when they do it like this, legs squeezed together and just the barest amount of prep by his own hand before Sid gets at him, but they both like it that way, like the way Sid needs to hold Geno down and make him take it, the way Geno wants to fight back but can’t do anything except let Sid in.

Sid had worried, years ago, that he was hurting Geno, especially when he saw the way Geno limped around the next morning. As it turns out, he was—it’s just that Geno likes it just as much as Sid does.

“Fucking take it,” Sid grits out through his teeth, pressing his forearm down across Geno’s shoulderblades to hold him in place as he pushes in. Geno’s squirming under him, trying to get away, but he’s arching back into it too, practically presenting for Sid even as he begs, and it gets Sid hot, even hotter than scoring a hat trick would have, the way he can put someone like Geno down and make him.

Once he’s fully seated, he grabs Geno’s hips tight enough to bruise. “Hang on,” he warns, before fucking into him so hard Geno cries out and scrabbles at the bedspread.

He’s not gentle. He’s not nice. He won them a game tonight, and he’s due a reward.

Sid can feel when Geno comes, the way he starts rutting desperately against the blanket for friction. He tightens up incredibly when he orgasms like this, so much that it almost hurts, but Sid holds him down and fucks him through it, from when his gasps turn into sobs and he finally goes quiet under Sid’s hands.

That’s when Sid lets himself come, hitching forward once more and bending over Geno’s body as he groans out his own release, leaning down to bite at Geno’s neck.

Geno doesn’t like it when Sid stays in him for too long after they fuck, but he doesn’t have much choice when Sid drops his full weight on top of him, so all he does is grumble and kick until Sid finally catches his breath enough to roll off to one side.

“You ok?” Sid asks, a cursory check that has Geno rolling his eyes in lieu of a real answer. 

“Good game,” he says instead, wiggling a little and burying his head in his pillow, turning just enough so that Sid can see one of his eyes. He always gets shy when he lets Sid do him like that. “Two goals, like, you’re hit 600 soon.”

“Mmm,” Sid says, dismissing that without too much thought. “I’ll get it from you, probably, if Sully keeps us on a line.”

The lines next to Geno’s eye crease when he smiles. “Maybe you’re get me some goals next game, like, I’m spend all my time get you points, none left for me,” he complains. He’s only half-serious.

“Gotta work hard to keep up if you want to play on the top line,” Sid says serenely, squawking in protest when Geno reaches over and smacks at his pec, pinching until he gets Sid’s nipple to twist and setting off another round of wrestling.

Luckily, tomorrow is a day off.

[pandapetals]

Matchmaker

You and Logan play matchmaker to help set Rogue up with Remy.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

You knew the look of longing when you saw it, and today, it was written all over Rogue’s face as she stood at the large window, staring wistfully out at the courtyard. The guys were playing basketball, their shirts off, sweat gleaming in the afternoon sun.

"Admiring someone?" you teased, breaking the silence and causing Rogue to jump, her face flushing as if she’d been caught red-handed.

"N-No," she stammered at first, trying to recover her composure, but then she sighed heavily and glanced over at you. "Yeah, alright. I can’t help it when Remy has his shirt off." Her eyes flicked back to the window, her expression filled with the kind of quiet yearning you knew all too well.

You chuckled, joining her at the window. "Can’t say I blame you. I mean, look at him." You glanced outside just in time to see Remy make a flashy play, grinning like he owned the world as he jogged past Logan, who was giving him an unimpressed look.

"Then again..." you added with a playful smirk, your eyes wandering to your husband. Logan’s broad muscles flexed as he grabbed the ball, his hair a mess from sweat, a rough, effortless confidence radiating off of him. "Logan’s not so bad himself."

Rogue groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Please don’t mention Logan. It’s bad enough his out there shirtless too."

You laughed, nudging her playfully with your elbow. "Sorry." You paused, lowering your voice with a teasing smile. "Why don’t you do something about it?"

Rogue blushed even deeper, shaking her head. "I don’t know… Remy’s such a flirt. I can’t tell if he’s serious or if he’s just messing around. Even if he was serious, how would it even work with me?" She looked down at her gloved hands, her usual doubt creeping in.

You sighed, turning toward her fully. "You won’t know unless you give it a shot. Trust me, I think Remy’s a lot more serious about you than you realize. The guy can barely keep his eyes off you."

She bit her lip, still unsure. "I don’t know…"

A mischievous thought struck you, and you grinned. "You know," you said, crossing your arms, "Logan and I could help with this. Play a little matchmaker."

Rogue blinked at you, wide-eyed. "You’re serious?"

"Absolutely," you said with a nod, your grin widening. "Logan’s a little grumpy, but he’s got a good eye for people. Between the two of us, we could probably nudge Remy in the right direction."

Later that evening, after the basketball game had ended and Logan had showered, you caught him lounging on the couch, looking as relaxed as he ever did. His hair was still damp, and he had a cold beer in hand, eyes half-closed as if he was settling in for the evening.

"Hey, tough guy," you started casually, sitting down beside him and nudging his leg with your foot.

Logan cracked one eye open, looking over at you with a raised brow. "What’s up, darlin’?"

You gave him your best innocent smile. "You know Rogue’s been pining after Remy, right?"

He grunted, taking a sip of his beer. "I’m not blind."

"Well," you continued, trying to sound nonchalant, "I was thinking we could… help them out. Give ‘em a little push."

Logan raised an eyebrow, setting his beer down on the coffee table. "Help them out? How? By what? Playin' Cupid?"

You grinned. "Exactly."

Logan stared at you for a moment, completely unamused. "No."

"Oh, come on," you pressed, leaning in closer. "Rogue’s a sweetheart, and she deserves someone good in her life. You’ve got that big soft heart under all those layers of gruffness. You’d be a great matchmaker!"

Logan grumbled something under his breath, his expression hardening. "I ain't no matchmaker. That's your department."

"But you’ve got the perfect in," you insisted. "You and Remy play cards together all the time. You just have to, you know, mention how Rogue’s been asking about him. Or how you think they’d make a good couple."

He let out a deep sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "You really think Gambit’s gonna listen to me ? The guy thinks he’s God’s gift to women. He doesn't need advice from some ‘old man,’ as he calls me."

You smirked. "I think you underestimate your influence, Logan. You have a lot of wisdom from being old—older. I mean you do act old sometimes."

Logan shot you a sideways glance, his lips twitching as if he was trying not to smile. "I don’t act old," he grumbled.

"Logan, you grumble about kids using their phones like it's the apocalypse," you teased, leaning into his side. "That’s classic ‘old man’ behavior."

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Fine. But if Gambit gives me lip, I'm tellin' him to take a hike."

The next day, you found Logan standing with his arms crossed, watching as Remy effortlessly flicked a card through the air, showing off his usual flair. The two men were supposed to be preparing for a mission, but as usual, Remy seemed more interested in flirting with everything that moved—including the wind.

"You got somethin' on your mind, mon ami ?" Remy asked with a cocky grin, spinning the card between his fingers.

Logan grunted, clearly uncomfortable. "Just wonderin’ what’s goin' on with you and Rogue."

Remy raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall. "Oh? You keepin’ tabs on my love life now, old man?"

Logan bristled. "I ain’t keepin' tabs on nothin'. Just sayin'... you and Rogue. Might be worth... y’know, takin' seriously."

Remy’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Logan, you tryin' to give me relationship advice? That's rich. What next? You gonna tell me how to impress a lady with charm and sophistication?"

Logan rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to tell Remy exactly where he could shove his charm. "I'm serious, Gambit. Rogue ain't like the others. If you're gonna go after her, do it right."

Remy looked surprised, his usual swagger faltering for a moment. "You really think...?"

Logan gave him a pointed look. "Yeah. I do. Don’t mess it up."

Remy smirked, finally sensing the sincerity beneath Logan’s gruff exterior. "Well, since you’re takin' such an interest, maybe I’ll see where things go."

That evening, you couldn’t stop laughing when Logan relayed the conversation to you, his exasperation clear as he retold how Remy had called him old man at least three times. "Kid’s got a death wish, I swear," Logan muttered, shaking his head.

"But you did it," you said, grinning as you curled up beside him on the couch. "You planted the idea in Remy’s mind."

Logan looked at you, narrowing his eyes. "I ain't doin' it again, though. You want more matchmaking, that’s on you."

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Don’t worry, you’ve done your part. Now we just sit back and watch the magic happen."

Logan chuckled softly, pulling you closer with a sigh. "Fine. But if they start gettin' sappy in front of me, I’m blamin' you."

"Deal," you said, laughing into his shoulder.

The next day, you found Rogue sitting by herself on the mansion’s front steps, a deep frown creasing her brow as she picked absentmindedly at the hem of her gloves. You knew that look—Rogue was stuck in her own head, probably overthinking things when it came to Remy.

You sat down beside her, nudging her gently with your shoulder. "So, I talked to Logan," you began, keeping your voice light. "And he, very begrudgingly, brought up the idea of you and Remy to him."

Rogue’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing. "Wait—he did ?"

"Yup," you said with a grin. "Apparently, Remy didn’t brush it off like I thought he would. In fact, he seemed… curious."

Rogue fidgeted with her gloves, her gaze dropping to her hands. "I dunno," she mumbled. "Even if he’s curious, I don’t know how to make a move. It’s not like I can just... y’know, kiss him."

You nodded, understanding the hesitation. "True, but there are other ways to show someone you’re interested." You leaned in conspiratorially, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "You could always flirt. A little playful banter goes a long way."

Rogue blinked at you, clearly skeptical. "You want me to flirt with Remy? He’s, like, the king of flirting. How am I supposed to keep up?"

"Trust me," you said, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "Guys like Remy may flirt with everyone, but it’s different when it’s someone they actually care about. He’s not going to brush you off. And, besides, you have an ace up your sleeve—Logan and I are here to help."

Rogue tilted her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Help? What are you plannin’?"

You grinned, leaning closer. "I’ll give you some pointers on how to flirt."

Later that evening, after much convincing, you managed to rope Logan into your plan. The two of you were hidden behind one of the large hedges in the mansion’s garden, peering out like a couple of high school kids on a covert mission. Logan, who was still skeptical about the whole operation, stood with his arms crossed, grumbling under his breath about "ridiculous ideas" and "not how I planned to spend my night."

You, however, were having the time of your life.

"Alright, where are they?" you whispered, peeking through the leaves, your excitement barely contained.

Logan sighed, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and annoyance. "You’re enjoyin’ this way too much," he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched into the faintest of smiles.

"Shh," you hissed playfully, swatting at him. "Look, there they are!"

Sure enough, across the garden, you spotted Rogue and Remy standing near one of the benches, the glow from the mansion’s windows casting a soft light over them. Remy, as usual, was wearing that charming grin of his, leaning casually against the back of the bench as he talked, his body language open and relaxed. Rogue, to her credit, looked composed, though you could tell from the way she kept shifting her weight that she was nervous.

"Look at her," you whispered to Logan, nudging him. "She’s holding her own. I knew she could do it."

Logan glanced over, his arms still crossed. "She’s doin' fine," he agreed, though his tone was more thoughtful than teasing now. "But if that Cajun tries anything, I’m gonna—"

"Logan," you said, giving him a pointed look. "Relax. This is supposed to be fun."

Logan grunted, his eyes narrowing as he watched Remy lean in slightly closer to Rogue. "Fun for who? You or me?"

Before you could respond, you saw Rogue do something unexpected. She laughed—genuinely—and then gave Remy a light shove on the shoulder, a playful grin on her face. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

"See?" you whispered excitedly. "She’s flirting! They’re flirting! This is going well."

Logan shifted beside you, watching the interaction with a critical eye. "Guess it ain’t goin’ bad," he muttered, though you could tell he was secretly pleased.

As the two of you continued your covert surveillance, you saw Remy pull something out of his jacket. A small, red playing card—his signature move. He handed it to Rogue, saying something that made her laugh again, this time a bit more shyly. You could see the way her face softened, her usual guarded expression slipping just enough to let her true feelings show.

Logan huffed quietly, shaking his head. "Gambit and his damn cards."

You smirked, nudging him again. "You’re jealous that you didn’t think of something cool like that first, aren’t you?"

Logan shot you a look. "Jealous? Of Remy ?" He scoffed, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Please. The last thing I’d do is pull some magic trick to impress you."

"Yeah?" you teased, leaning closer to him. "What would you do to impress me then?"

Logan paused for a moment, his eyes flicking toward you, that familiar mischievous glint in them. "I’d do somethin' simple," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Like carry you upstairs without breakin' a sweat."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, your grin widening. "Well, that does work every time."

Before you could get too lost in the moment, Rogue and Remy suddenly stood up from the bench, starting to walk back toward the mansion. Rogue’s face was flushed, and Remy looked more relaxed than usual, his usual swagger dialed down to something more genuine.

"Oh no," you whispered, tugging on Logan’s sleeve. "They’re heading this way. Let’s go!"

Logan rolled his eyes but followed your lead as you both hurried to duck behind the hedge more securely. You pressed a hand over your mouth, stifling your giggles as you crouched down beside him, feeling more like a teenager than an adult.

As Rogue and Remy passed by, you overheard a snippet of their conversation.

"So, Rogue," Remy said, his voice smooth as ever. "You wanna grab coffee tomorrow? I know a place."

You saw Rogue’s lips curve into a soft smile. "Yeah," she said, her voice almost shy. "I’d like that."

Once they were out of earshot, you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. You turned to Logan, grinning ear to ear. "Did you hear that? She’s going for coffee with him!"

Logan, still crouched beside you, shook his head in disbelief, though there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I heard."

"Mission accomplished," you whispered triumphantly, beaming at him.

Logan looked at you, his eyes softening as he stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up from the crouched position. "You’re somethin' else, you know that?"

You grinned, taking his hand and letting him pull you up to your feet. "You helped too," you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you close.

"Yeah, well," he muttered, leaning down to kiss you, his lips brushing softly against yours. "This was all your crazy idea."

You smiled against his lips, feeling the warmth of his embrace as you murmured, "Crazy, but it worked."

Logan chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "Guess I can’t argue with that."

The two of you stood there, hidden away in the shadows of the garden, watching the spark of something new unfold between Rogue and Remy, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Sure, it had been a bit ridiculous—spying on them like kids—but sometimes, a little ridiculousness was exactly what was needed to help love along.

[fairlyang]

thinking of stranger!miguel accidentally catching pornstar!reader masturbating in her car

you had been meaning to film this type of video for a long while now but never able to get one of your sex worker friends to help you be a stranger that helps you out due to different schedules.

alas you decided to do it and risk an actual person finding you and secretly hoping that they do help you.

your camera was already set and rolling with you in the driver's seat, right leg over the center console and right hand rubbing your clit. you were looking right at the camera as you moaned and played with your tits with your other hand.

the dress you were wearing was above your stomach and you teasingly would bring the fabric from your tits down, just to barely see your nipples only to leave it as is.

you could feel a slight breeze since you left the tinted window a bit down in case any perv had the urge to take a peek inside. you were already playing for a good ten minutes, edging yourself just praying someone would not only walk by but also help.

a couple people have walked past, not seeing or hearing you but it did bring some excitement as you watched them. you were starting to grow impatient so maybe it’d be a shorter video for the channel.

meanwhile, miguel was coming back from taking a jog at his usual trail and was on his way back home. he did more than usual so he just walked back when he suddenly walked past a car and heard a moan.

he stopped in his tracks and couldn’t help but look into the small opening just to see you fingering yourself with your eyes closed. his eyes were wide and he couldn’t believe the sight.

this was something straight out of a porno and although you didn’t see him, the camera sure did.

his head was out of frame and the black wife beater was stuck to his skin. his arms were out and that was all the camera would be able to see of him.

his breath shortened and he gulped, absolutely shocked he’d be able to witness something so dirty but also hot. and by a gorgeous girl too?

he’d have to get a lottery ticket after this.

he straightened up and thought of what he should do. realistically he knew what he wanted to do but he was a complete stranger, maybe it was too much.

…

but then again there wouldn’t be another opportunity like this.

he watched you for a few more seconds, admiring the way your tits bounced while you fucked yourself harder. finally he made his move. he cleared his throat and lightly tapped on the window making you gasp and turn your head to the left to see a handsome man looking at you.

hopefully it was your lucky day.

“are you alright?” he asks and you quickly nod, “i am now..”

his cheeks grow warm and he’s not sure what to do next. you give him a smile and decide to go for it, “i’m filming a video and was hoping i’d get lucky enough to get some help…”

“do you wanna help me?” you ask, looking directly into his eyes as he just nods.

you pushed the button and made the window go all the way down then reach for his right arm. he reaches inside, getting as close to your car while you guide his hand to your tits. you pulled the top of the dress down, exposing your tits to him then made him touch them.

he squeezed the right one first making you moan because another persons hand would always be better than your own. he went to the other one and squeezed your nipple gently, you spread your legs a bit more just so he could have enough space.

he was too busy groping your tits to notice, at least that was until you pulled his arm up to your face. you grabbed his wrist and slipped two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them with your eyes boring into his while you made sure they were nice and wet.

you pulled them out with a plop and quickly brought his arm down between your legs and he slipped them inside without hesitation. he moved slowly, giving you time to get use to it while you you moaned and held onto his arm to urge him to do more. he took notice and went deeper, your slippery walls entrapping them while he set a fast pace for you.

“oh f-fuck- yes!” you moaned and bucked your hips up. his fingers were much thicker than yours, actually able to stretch you out unlike your own. it was just what you needed.

miguel was watching the way your pussy just took his fingers in, your wetness already dripping down when he’s only just started. what he didn’t know was you’ve been edging and just having a complete stranger do this could make you cum at any second.

you held onto his arm, holding on tightly as he pumped them faster and harder making you a moaning mess for him. he felt his shorts become tighter and he knew he was done for.

“you like that baby?” he murmurs and you quickly nod with a slight pout on your lips.

your brain was already mush, not actually thinking one of your fantasies would come true but happy they did with someone so fine. and the fact that he knew what he was doing was the cherry on top.

“such a dirty girl huh? playing with yourself in public like this?” he murmured and you clenched against his fingers.

you whimpered and laid your head to the side by the seatbelt while he continued, “so fucking wet too, you really wanted this to happen didnt you, baby?”

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as you felt a knot form in your stomach. you let go of his arm and brought your right hand to quickly rub your clit, feeling the strong urge to squirt, knowing you should stop but it’d feel so good.

“that’s it baby, such a good girl. gonna cum for me? just gonna cum for a stranger?” he murmured lowly, able to feel you squeeze and just watching your body contort in pleasure.

“fuck- p-please don’t stop-“ you whimpered out and felt your legs start to shake.

“i’ve got you gorgeous, come on give it to me.” he purred and that did it for you.

you cried out as your juices quickly came out of you, he slipped his fingers out and replaced yours on your clit so he could make sure every drop comes out. you whimpered and moaned as he went from rubbing your clit fast as you reached your climax to suddenly slow when nothing else came out.

he stopped and left his hand on your thigh, murmuring sweet praises as you calmed yourself down and closed your legs. you closed your eyes, deciding that if you didn’t look at the disaster then it simply wasn’t there. not only are you too tired to clean it all up, you were in absolute shock that actually happened.

your breathing was steady again and you opened your eyes, turning to look out the window and at him. he really was gorgeous and if you weren’t so beat you’d offer to suck him off in the backseat but you were exhausted.

“thank you, stranger. gonna have to make a rain check on when i can make it up to you…” you say and he chuckles.

he shrugs and gives you a smile, “there’s really no need. can’t deny a pretty girl when she needs help.”

you grinned and shrugged, turning to open your center console, grabbing a business card and then handing it to him, “well if you change your mind…”

he grabbed it and nodding as he put it in his pocket, “i’ll let you know.”

he gave you one final smile before walking the way he was going before he stopped, now having to do the walk of shame with a hard on and wet fingers.

[tanjamikaelson]

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - CHAPTER 2

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 2: | HE'S AN IDIOT |

The following morning was filled with the sound of waves and the soft hum of voices as you and Sarah joined a beach cleanup, mingling with the community, hands busy gathering discarded cans and stray wrappers tangled in the sand.

After a couple of hours in the sun, the cleanup wrapped up, and you and Sarah made your way back to her house. She was off with Topper, laughing and relaxed on her boat, while you headed into the kitchen, hoping for something quick to eat since breakfast had been a hurried affair. Just as you grabbed a bag of chips and a drink, you turned and nearly collided with Rafe, who appeared out of nowhere in the foyer.

You both froze for a split second, and the chips slipped from your grasp, tumbling to the floor. Rafe leaned down, mumbling, “Shit, sorry,” as he retrieved the bag. His fingers brushed yours for an instant, sending a spark through you that made your heart race.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” you said, trying to make light of the moment even as your stomach twisted in nerves and curiosity.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable, but his usual confidence wavered. “I wasn’t expecting you here,” he said, his voice low, almost distant.

A slight laugh escaped your lips, though it felt too light for the weight between you both. “Like you didn’t expect me in your room the other night…”

Your words seemed to make him tense even more, his gaze darting around the room as though searching for an escape. His eyes looked a little glazed, and you wondered again if it was the lingering effects of that night, or whatever it was that had him on edge lately.

“I’m sorry about that,” you added, the words catching in your throat. “Maybe… maybe I shouldn’t have done it.” Your heart sank a little as you spoke; had you really pushed too far?

Rafe’s eyes softened, just barely, and he shook his head slightly. “You don’t have to be sorry about it,” he said, though his tone carried an unspoken weight. He looked as if he wanted to say more, to reach out to you, but something was holding him back.

You couldn’t help but smile, though it felt bittersweet. “Are you going to Kelce’s party later?” you asked, hoping to bridge the awkwardness lingering between you two.

“Yeah,” he replied, a faint smile playing on his lips as he nodded. “I’ll be there.”

“Okay, see you then.” You glanced at him one last time, wanting so badly to understand what was going on behind those conflicted eyes before you turned and left the room.

As you walked away, you felt his gaze on you, lingering even after you’d turned the corner. Rafe seemed lost, struggling to find his footing, caught between the pull of his own feelings and whatever else haunted him. It was clear he didn’t know how to act around you, as though every word or touch might unravel something inside of him that he was afraid to face.

•°•°•°•°•°•

You arrived at Kelce’s party with Sarah and Topper, the evening air warm against your skin. You were wearing a white swimsuit underneath a nearly sheer black dress, its delicate pattern of pink roses giving it an air of elegance. It clung to your body just right, the subtle transparency leaving just enough to the imagination. You had spent the last half hour watching Sarah and Topper, noticing the way they seemed lost in their own world as they playfully splashed around in the pool. Their laughter echoed through the yard, carefree and full of excitement.

Earlier, while getting ready for the party, Sarah confessed to you that she was ready to take the next step with Topper. Tonight, she said, would be the night. There had been a glimmer of nervous excitement in her eyes, a kind of anticipation that only firsts can bring. Now, as you watched them sneak away together, you knew what was about to happen, and your heart swelled with protectiveness for your best friend.

As the night moved on, you made your way back into the house, hoping to find a place to sit down and relax. That’s when you saw Rafe, sitting on a couch surrounded by people—girls and guys, all vying for his attention as he passed around small bags of coke. You rolled your eyes, the sight of him dealing drugs like it was just another casual social activity filling you with annoyance. You hated that he was caught up in that lifestyle, and even more, you hated that he used them too. It was something that separated you from him, something you wished he would stop.

Despite your frustration, you found yourself drawn to him. He seemed to sense your presence immediately, even as he was in the midst of his drug transactions. You sat down across from him, not close enough to join the chaos surrounding him, but just close enough that your eyes could meet. Rafe’s gaze flickered over to you, his expression softening into a smile that was just for you. He never offered you drugs, never even tempted you with them. He had always kept that world at a distance from you as if he was protecting you from the same things that consumed him.

Minutes passed, and soon Topper appeared, his face dark and clouded with frustration. You noticed immediately that something was wrong. He didn’t look happy, not like he should have after being with Sarah. Worry twisted in your gut, and you didn’t need to ask to know that things hadn’t gone as Sarah had planned.

Without hesitation, you stood and went to find her. When you finally spotted her outside, she was already heading toward the gate, her face streaked with tears.

“Sarah!” you called out, hurrying to catch up with her.

She turned to face you, and the sight of her tear-streaked cheeks broke your heart. "What happened? Did Topper do something?" you asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Sarah shook her head, trying to wipe away the tears. “No, he didn’t do anything. I just… I thought I was ready, but I wasn’t.”

Her voice trembled, and you could see the weight of her decision hanging over her. “It’s okay,” you whispered softly, your hand brushing her arm in comfort. “It’s okay to wait. You don’t have to rush anything.”

Sarah sniffed, her lips quivering. “He wasn’t happy about it,” she admitted her voice small and filled with doubt.

You rolled your eyes at the thought of Topper being upset over something so personal. “Screw him. Guys like that—they only think about one thing,” you told her, a little fire in your words, hoping to make her feel better.

A small, broken laugh escaped Sarah’s lips, and she smiled through her tears. “You’re right.”

You smiled back, relieved to see her spirits lifting. “Do you want to go back to the party?” you offered.

Sarah shook her head, wiping the last of her tears. “No, I think I’ll just head home. I don’t feel like partying anymore.”

“I can come with you,” you said, ready to leave everything behind to make sure she was okay.

But Sarah smiled weakly and shook her head again. “No, stay. Have fun. I’m just going to sleep.”

You nodded in understanding, watching as she walked away. Once she was out of sight, you made your way back inside, your heart still heavy for her. As soon as you entered, your mood shifted sharply when you saw someone you hadn’t expected—your ex-boyfriend. He was standing across the room, eyes locked on you like a predator sizing up his prey, and you felt a wave of discomfort roll through you. The memory of him stung like an old wound. Six months together, and it all crumbled when he cheated on you while on vacation. The betrayal cut deep, and though you had ended things swiftly, only Sarah knew the real reason. Seeing him now, with that familiar smirk on his face, made your skin crawl.

You quickly moved over to where your friends were gathered around Rafe, hoping to avoid any confrontation.

The moment you settled into the group, one of your friends leaned in, her voice full of curiosity. “Hey, isn’t that your ex?”

You barely spared a glance in his direction, rolling your eyes as you nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“Why did you two break up anyway?” she asked, her voice light, unaware of the storm those words stirred in you.

Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped from your mouth. “Because he cheated on me.”

The room felt like it froze for a moment. The words hung in the air, and you instantly wished you could take them back. But it was too late.

Rafe, who had been leaning back lazily, suddenly snapped to attention. His eyes shot up from where he sat, his expression darkening as he processed what you’d said. He didn’t like hearing that. The idea of someone hurting you, betraying you like that, made his blood boil. He had sensed something was off when you broke up, and noticed the sadness in your eyes back then, but he never knew it was because your ex had hurt you that badly.

Anger surged through him. How could anyone be so stupid, so careless, to hurt someone like you? Rafe's jaw clenched, the coke in his system amplifying his emotions, making the fury harder to contain.

Before you could even brace yourself, your ex started walking toward you, completely unaware of the conversation he was about to walk into. His casual demeanor made your stomach churn. He had no idea that everyone knew now—everyone knew what he had done to you.

“Can we talk?” His voice was calm, almost pleading, as if nothing had happened between you. As if he hadn’t shattered your trust and left you to pick up the pieces.

Before you could respond, Rafe was already on his feet, moving with a quickness that surprised even you. “She doesn’t wanna talk to you,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

You blinked, stunned by how swiftly Rafe stepped in, the way he positioned himself between you and your ex, like a shield. “Uh, yeah... I don’t,” you stammered, nodding in agreement with Rafe. You couldn’t help but be surprised by his protectiveness, but a part of you felt grateful—like he’d been waiting for this moment, waiting to defend you.

“I just wanted—” your ex began, but Rafe cut him off again, his patience wearing thin.

“Nobody cares what you want,” Rafe snarled, his voice dripping with hostility.

Before you could even process what was happening, Rafe grabbed your hand, his touch firm but careful, and dragged you away from the tension-filled room. Your heart raced, not just from the confrontation but from the way Rafe was holding you—protecting you.

He didn’t stop until he had you pinned gently against the hallway wall, away from the prying eyes of everyone else. His body was close to yours, his blue eyes searching your face with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice a stark contrast to the rage he’d shown moments before.

You nodded, your breath still a little uneven. “I’m fine, Rafe. Thanks for that, you didn’t have to—”

Rafe cut you off, his voice filled with determination. “Of course I did. He’s an idiot.”

You laughed, the tension melting away for just a moment. “Yeah, he is.”

“Biggest one I know, besides myself,” Rafe added, a self-deprecating smirk pulling at his lips.

You shook your head softly. “You’re not an idiot, Rafe,” you said, your voice gentle.

But Rafe’s expression darkened slightly, his eyes flickering with something deeper. “Of course I am,” he corrected you, his voice lowering as he leaned in closer, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “You wouldn’t even be with him if I tried something with you sooner.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy blanket. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? You weren’t sure how Rafe felt about you before, but now… now you knew. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race, your pulse pounding in your ears.

“Do you want to show him that you don’t belong to him anymore?” Rafe’s voice was rough, but his words sent shivers down your spine. There was a rawness to his tone, a need that mirrored your own.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as you whispered, “How?”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just let me lead the way,” Rafe murmured, his voice almost soothing. He was waiting for your permission, waiting for you to tell him it was okay. “Okay?”

You nodded, unable to form words, your body already reacting to his closeness. Your heart pounded in your chest as you bit your lower lip, feeling the heat of his body radiating against yours. When you felt his fingers brush along your inner thigh, a soft gasp escaped your lips, your knees threatening to buckle beneath you.

“Can I touch you?” Rafe asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, his hand hovering near your covered core.

“Please do,” you whispered, your voice shaky with need.

The moment his fingers made contact with your swimsuit, brushing over the fabric covering your most sensitive spot, you nearly collapsed into him. Rafe’s hand moved slowly, deliberately, teasing you until you were trembling against him.

“Shit… you’re wet already,” Rafe breathed against your ear, his voice filled with lust. His touch was confident, fueled by the coke and years of pent-up desire. Your body reacted on instinct, the alcohol making your inhibitions fade, allowing you to give in to the moment fully.

“I bet you were like this that morning when you were grinding against me,” Rafe’s voice was husky, each word sending goosebumps down your skin.

You couldn’t answer at first, your breath coming out in short gasps as his fingers continued to tease you through your swimsuit. But when you finally found your voice, it was barely a whisper. “I was,” you moaned, the confession slipping out between breaths.

Rafe groaned, the sound deep and primal. His fingers began to rub your clit through the fabric, slow at first, then faster, and it sent your senses spiraling. You clung to him, your arms wrapping around his neck as waves of pleasure coursed through you. You moaned his name softly, the sound of it making him grow even more eager. He was skilled, knowing exactly how to work your body, pushing all the right buttons to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

“Is your ex watching?” Rafe asked, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You managed to rise up on your tiptoes, glancing over his shoulder. There he was—your ex, watching with eyes full of jealousy and frustration. He had never been able to get this close to you, never touched you the way Rafe was touching you now. He had cheated because he couldn’t wait because he thought he could manipulate you into sleeping with him. But now, seeing you with Rafe, he realized just how wrong he had been.

“Yeah, he’s watching,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Good,” Rafe smirked, and in one fluid motion, he moved your bottoms aside, his fingers brushing over your bare clit.

The shock of his touch made you moan louder, your body pressing into his as your legs began to tremble. Rafe’s fingers worked faster, rubbing your clit with expert precision. You clung to his shoulders, unable to hold yourself up as your body buckled under the pleasure.

Once again you stole a glance over Rafe’s shoulder, searching for your ex, wondering if he was still watching. The sight of him seeing you with Rafe had fueled you earlier, a sense of satisfaction curling in your chest. But when you looked now, he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had left, unable to stand the jealousy burning through him, knowing that you had moved on in ways he hadn’t expected.

But you didn’t tell Rafe. You didn’t want him to stop. Not now, when you were so close, your body trembling as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten with each passing second.

Rafe’s breath was hot against your ear as he spoke, his voice dripping with desire. “I knew it,” he whispered, his words making goosebumps rise on your skin. “I knew you wanted this as much as I did.”

You could only moan in response, your legs starting to shake as he increased the pressure, his fingers circling your clit faster.

Your grip on his shoulders tightened, needing something to hold onto as pleasure washed over you, wave after wave. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling as the orgasm crashed over you, more intense than anything you had ever felt before. You moaned Rafe’s name over and over, the sound of it sending waves of satisfaction through him.

Rafe’s arm was quick to wrap around your waist, holding you up as your body shook with the intensity of it all. You buried your face in his chest, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you tried to steady yourself, the overwhelming sensation still coursing through your veins.

Rafe chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You okay?”

You looked up at him, still a little dazed, but a slow smile spread across your lips. “Perfect,” you breathed out, your body still buzzing from the aftermath. The intensity of it all had left you feeling lighter like something had shifted between the two of you, something you could never take back.

Rafe grinned down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and hunger. He had imagined this moment so many times, but having you here in his arms, breathless and flushed because of him, felt better than he ever thought it could.

After a few minutes, the two of you returned to the main room where the party was still in full swing. Your heart pounded in your chest as you scanned the room, hoping your ex wouldn’t try anything else. But there he was, standing near the table, hunched over doing lines of coke with a couple of other guys. The sight of him filled you with satisfaction—he had lost, and he knew it. You clung to Rafe’s arm, feeling his warmth, his presence grounding you.

Your ex looked up, the fury in his eyes was unmistakable, and the look on his face sent a chill down your spine. The rage was clear in his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he saw you cling to Rafe’s arm. He had never been able to handle his jealousy well, and now it was eating him alive. He thought he could guilt-trip you back into being with him, make you think you were naive and innocent, but you weren’t playing into his games anymore.

Your ex sneered, his voice low and venomous as he hissed, “What would Sarah say if she knew her brother fucked you?”

The room seemed to be still at his words. The air grew thick with whispers, people turning to glance at you and Rafe, eyes wide with curiosity and judgment. The accusation lingered in the air, heavy and dangerous, and your stomach twisted at the thought of Sarah finding out. Your best friend—what would she think? How would she react?

You felt the heat rise in your face, panic creeping up your throat. Your wide eyes met Rafe’s, silently pleading for him to do something, anything, to make this go away. But you knew Rafe didn’t care about what his sister thought the way you did. He didn’t care about their whispers or the gossip that was sure to spread like poison through your social circles. But the only thing that seemed to matter to him right now was you.

Rafe’s jaw clenched, the sharpness of his fury clear in his eyes. He didn’t need words to convey the rage simmering inside him. The moment he saw the tears welling in your eyes, something snapped. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous, each word filled with venom.

“Shut the fuck up!” Rafe growled, and before anyone had time to react, his fist flew through the air, connecting squarely with your ex’s face.

The sound of the punch echoed through the room, a brutal, sickening crack that silenced the crowd. Your ex staggered backward, his hand instinctively going to his face as blood gushed from his nose and mouth. He collapsed to the floor, groaning in pain, his hands now stained with red. Rafe stood over him, chest heaving, his expression hard and unforgiving.

Everyone around you stared in shock, too stunned to say anything. It was clear Rafe had broken his nose—the way your ex was gasping for breath, clutching his face in agony, only made it more obvious. And Rafe? He didn’t care. You could see it in the satisfied glint in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell with the adrenaline of the moment. He had been waiting for this, waiting to finally put your ex in his place, to make him pay for what he had done to you.

You couldn’t help but feel a small, wicked smile pull at your lips as you watched your ex whine, blood dripping from his nose and down his chin. He deserved this. He deserved all of it, after everything he had put you through, after trying to come back into your life like he hadn’t betrayed you.

Rafe didn’t give him a second glance. He grabbed your arm with a firm but protective grip, pulling you out of the house and away from the whispers that had started to stir behind you. You barely had time to catch your breath before you were outside, the cool night air washing over your heated skin.

Without saying a word, Rafe grabbed his helmet and placed it over your head, the action so gentle and caring that it sent warmth through your chest. He secured it carefully before helping you onto his bike. Your legs felt shaky, your body still buzzing with adrenaline, but the moment you settled behind Rafe, wrapping your arms around his waist, you felt safe. You felt protected.

He revved the engine, and the roar of the bike drowned out everything else—the noise of the party, the whispers, your ex’s pitiful groaning from inside. As Rafe sped off into the night, the wind whipped past you, carrying with it the weight of everything that had just happened. You held onto him tightly, your face pressed against his back, your heart still pounding.

The ride to your house wasn’t long, but it felt different like time had slowed down. The tension in the air between you both was still palpable, a mixture of emotions swirling in the silence. When the bike finally came to a stop in front of your house, you hesitated, your arms lingering around Rafe for just a moment longer, not ready to let go.

Rafe turned slightly, his eyes searching yours with a softness that wasn’t there before. “If he tries anything else with you, just let me know, okay?” His voice was low, but there was an edge of protectiveness to it, a promise in his words. He was serious—he would handle your ex, no matter what it took.

You nodded, your lips curving into a small, grateful smile. “I will. Thank you, Rafe.”

He returned the smile, but there was something more in his gaze, something that lingered in the space between you. Just as you handed him his helmet, the front door to your house swung open, and your mother stepped outside, her expression surprised to see you.

“I thought you were going to stay at Sarah’s again tonight,” your mother said, her eyes flickering between you and Rafe, taking in the unexpected scene.

You cleared your throat, trying to sound as casual as possible. “She wasn’t feeling good,” you explained quickly. “So Rafe drove me back.”

Your mother smiled warmly at him. “Thank you for driving her back, Rafe,” she said, her voice kind and appreciative.

“Yeah, no problem,” Rafe replied, his voice steady as he gave her a nod.

With that, he revved the engine once more, the sound filling the quiet street as he turned and sped off into the night. You stood there, watching him disappear down the road, the cool night air brushing against your skin. Something had shifted between you two tonight, something undeniable.

As you finally stepped inside your house, closing the door behind you, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had happened. The confrontation with your ex, the way Rafe had stepped in, protected you and made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. It left a mark, something that would linger long after the night was over.

And as you lay in bed that night, you couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring, and where things with Rafe would go from here.

[starberryfarms]

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oh god, laios’s hands were going to be the death of you.

many of your nights when everyone was fast asleep and you were safe from unsuspecting eyes and general nosiness. were spent fantasizing about those hands and what they could do to you. this new found obsession creeped into your mind often plaguing even your daydreams, especially during your more menial tasks. in your defense how could you not? laios spent a lot of his time working with his hands, and he had A LOT to show for it. 

his hands were hardened from years spent yielding weapons and from trial and error working through the rough terrain of the dungeon. tiny scars and scratches painted his hands, which were tan from the constant exposure from the sun. pulsing veins, prominent and protruding especially during fits of passion when speaking of the latest monster meal or from fighting. 

after fights with lurking monsters or the occasional spat from other parties, you’d spend the better part of your nights patching him up. it had become a routine that both you and laios grew fond of. most of your attention when doing so was spent on his hands, the feeling of his rough fingers grazing your skin as you maneuvered him around to check for any other injuries. a shiver racking through your body from his touch, if he ever noticed he never mentioned it. 

 marcille often asked why’d you go through the effort of patching him up when she could just do a spell, though it’s always answered with a shrug and a smile.

lately though, it seems like laios might be catching on to your not so subtle affliction. though you managed to convince yourself that you were just being paranoid. 

he’d always find a way to touch you. whether it be a small touch somewhere on your body when you’d walk by him, or a hug that lasts a little bit longer than normal. his hand would always slowly slide down the expanse of your back, tickling an intricate pattern into your skin. those rough warm hands finding its home at the dip in your lower back, his eyes burning into your own before pulling away. neither of you ever said anything about it, nor tried to stop this thing that’d blossomed between you.  

nightfall had come and everyone was gathered around the fire eating the delicious meal laios and senshi prepared for the party. the night was spent with jovial laughter and ideas on how to save falin from the cruel fate that’d fallen on her. when the feast came to an end and everyone started preparing for bed, you made your way towards the seat placed in front of laios. while cooking he managed to knick his fingers a few time, and though he could have bandaged them himself, he wanted an excuse to be near you and to touch you. when you entered, your face met laios’s chest as you run into him, lost in thought about his large fingers.

“whoa there, you okay?” he asks as he grabs your shoulders to stabilize you. 

For a moment your mind is jumbled, you blink a few times before your eyes come back into focus. they’re planted on his bare chest, exposed in its glistening glory, before trailing up to meet his eyes. you're met with a wide knowing smile, which brings a searing heat of embarrassment to your ears. 

“i-i’m fine laios, sorry about that.” your eyes flit away from his intense gaze. 

those same hands that were a frequent star in your dreams, came up to grip your chin. not too hard, but firm enough to cause that heat to travel to the pits of your belly. His thumb comes up to tease your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it bounce back into place. 

he slides his hand down to hold the back of your neck to tilt your head back as his thumb strokes your cheek. the other hand sliding down your waist before ending its journey where it usually does on the small of your back, before pulling your body flush against his own. you're at a loss for words at everything unfolding so quickly in front of you. 

“Laios what about your fing-”, you start to say but he cuts you off. “is this okay?” he mutters. you watch as his eyes trail down towards his lips.

you nod and his lips come crashing down on your own, causing you to take a sharp intake from the shock. your hand comes up to rest against his hand that caressed your cheek, your smaller fingers gripping onto his larger ones like a lifeline. laios’s head tilts slightly as he deepens the kiss, his nose knocking against your own. his lips are tender and he hums intoxicated by the sweetness of your lips.

the loud thumping of your heart penetrates your ears and you pray laios can’t hear it. when he pulls back, his lips are swollen and red. his head comes down to rest against your own, your breath mingling as you take in what had just taken place. 

you squeal in shock when he picks you up and places you on the edge of a rock before finding his place between your legs. his fingers intertwined with your own, while he leans down to peck your lips once more. greedy lips make their way down to your neck and trails wet kisses to your clavicle, you jump in shock from the sensation. as his warm wet muscle licks a playful stripe on your neck before pulling back with a grin. 

 seems like his hands aren’t your only problem now, but you don’t mind.

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STRANGER (xii) - KAZ BREKKER

tags: @beekeepingageissome @shadowzena43 @nikfigueiredo @mp-littlebit @starmansirius @hadesnumber1daughter @directioner5life @strvngestark @hostilityghost @ofmenanduhhhwellmen @justnerdystuffs @faeriepigeons // previously // next

Pairing: Kaz x Davina Rollins (enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 5,734

Summary: Guilt is one hell of a burden to carry, and Davina decides to carry it all on her own. The question becomes whether or not she’ll drive away everyone she cares about in the process under the guise of protecting them.

The next few minutes were a flurry of overlapping conversations.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” Kol rushed to your side, falling to his knees beside you. You vaguely felt his hands skimming your back and arms.

Inej and Jesper had gotten there too. You barely registered their presence on Kaz’s other side. You had your good hand pressed against the oozing wound while you forced the other into his hand. In the chaos, no one seemed to notice how Kaz had a tight grip on it.

“The rifleman on the roof.” You sniffled. The wet cloth across your mouth now felt like it was suffocating you. The heat from the flames bit at your back and part of you wished it would engulf you, just to end the Saints forsaken nightmare. “He must’ve got a shot off at the same time Jesper did. I didn’t even hear it.”

“We have to get him somewhere safe.” Inej spoke. She was calm on the outside, with a level voice, but the concern in her eyes had to be mirroring your own. “We have to get him to the Slat.”

“He’s losing a lot of blood.” Kol muttered.

“It was meant for me.” You whispered, hoping your voice was lost to the chaos. You only knew it wasn’t when Kol’s head snapped up.

“It’s too far.” Jesper shook his head. “Crow Club?”

“Not much better.” Wylan countered.

“We have to do something!” Inej snapped.

“Kol..” You tried. When he met your gaze, you knew your eyes were pleading. You could blame the smoke and ash in the air, but you knew the tears were due to the crisis you found yourself in. “Our building is closest.”

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“He did it for me.”

He sighed to himself then nodded. Jesper helped get Kaz up. He was the only one Kaz allowed to grab onto him. Since Kaz tried to swing on Kol when he tried, the sharpshooter supported most of his friend’s weight while Kol was on the other side. Nina and Wylan carried Melli, who was gently stirring and mumbling. You led the way after one last look at the burning building and Inej promised to keep an eye out from above. Before you could say anything, she had scampered up the nearest building.

You kept your pistol in your hand as you led the mixed crew through the streets. Worry was gnawing at you, forcing you to disregard your usual caution, while your anger fueled you.

The empty streets should’ve been your first sign. You should’ve clocked the shooter earlier. What if killing Vicente is what set off the chain of events for the rest of the night? How could you be so stupid?

You banged the secret knock against the side door and shoved past Nik when he opened the door. You directed Kol and Jesper to your room and Nina and Wylan to Melli’s. Kol filled in the specific directions. Inej met your group as you were coming in and she hovered beside you.

“Seriously, Davina?” Nik scoffed and you took a deep breath before facing him.

You holstered your pistol and pulled the fabric from your mouth. You shook the hood off your head before glaring at your Snake. The pain in your arm was now throbbing and you recognized you’d need to reset it soon. You cradled the pained limb against your chest.

“What?” You asked. You made no attempt to keep the apace out of your tone.

“Why are you bringing Dregs here?”

His loud question drew the attention of the others in the main room.

“Because they helped bring Melli home.” You announced. Some of the Snakes showed visible relief. “They took damage and I’m helping them. That’s how this kind of thing works, Nik. They’re here as allies tonight.”

“He’s scared of Brekker.” Inej spoke from your side and you flinched. You forgot she was there.

“Isn’t everyone?” He said nervously.

“He’s banned from the Crow Club. Brekker warned that if he ever saw him again, he’d kill him.” She continued and Nik paled.

“Make yourself scarce till I say otherwise. I want Carmen on the door.” You warned and then gestured for Inej to follow you.

“You’re hurt.” She said plainly as you two were climbing the stairs.

“It’s not that bad.” You shook your head but tugged your cloak tighter around your frame as if hiding the arm would make it hurt less. “I’ll ask Kol or Nina to reset it whenever they’re free… What’d Nik do at the Club?”

“Nothing.” Inej answered. “Kaz banned him when he learned about his habits at the Menagerie.”

“He’s one of Heleen’s clients?”

“He was. Someone beat him half to death soon after I left. Hasn’t been back since that I can tell.”

“Interesting…”

She made a small noise of agreement and the topic died out. You stopped in the gap between your room and Melli’s. You gestured to your door but Inej didn’t go in right away.

“Davina, I may have misjudged you.” She confessed.

“Happens all the time.” You shrugged your good shoulder. “I don’t take it to heart anymore.”

“I saw the way you looked at Kaz tonight. Do you truly care for him?”

“I do.” You admitted. What good was it to try and hide anything for the Wraith? “Kaz is… complicated. I don’t know what’ll happen once he’s in good health. I want his help but if this is what’ll cost, I don’t see how it’s worth it.”

“I doubt he’ll let you take this fight on your own.”

“I don’t answer to him, Inej. He can’t stop me from anything, especially if he doesn’t know anything.” You glanced at your door again, knowing Kaz was on the other side. “Go. Take care of him. I’ll be in later.”

She nodded and moved towards the door. When your hand hit the knob for Melli’s, Inej added one last thing.

“He’s lost a lot too, you know.” Inej spoke plainly. “You coming back into his life means something, even if he’s a stubborn bastard and won’t admit it.”

You cracked half a smile. “Don’t let him die until he does then.”

You pushed into the room and found Nina at Melli’s beside. You gently shut the door behind you and practically ran to your friend. You sat at the edge by her feet, your hand gently finding her leg.

“How is she?” You asked quietly.

“She’s strong.” Nina promised, focusing on her task. “But I should warn you, Davina, there’s a lot of damage here. Bruises, cuts - some infected - a few broken bones. The men that did this were brutal. I thought druskelle were the worst of man but…”

“But my father’s cruelty is something else.” You finished, fighting back tears. “Thank you, for caring for her.”

“What about you, dear?” She turned to you after placing a damp cloth on Melli’s forehead. She must be running a fever from the infections. “You can’t be unscathed.”

“It’s-“ You tried to shrug and immediately regretted it as the new wave of pain coursed through your arm. “Dislocated.” You confessed instead.

Nina clicked her tongue in disappointment before her hands found the joint. You closed your eyes tightly while she worked. Healing was arguably worse than getting the damn injury in the first place. Your other hand closed into a tight fist around Melli’s blankets and Nina giggled at you.

“And here I was, thinking you were immune to pain.” She teased before patting your arm. “Good as new.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, rotating your repaired arm. “Do I need to do anything for her?”

“Other than that burning need for revenge?” She quirked a brow and you frowned at her. “I can see it in your eyes, Davina. You remind me of Brekker in that way.”

You looked at Melli’s closed eyes instead. She had her blanket up to her chest and her shirt had been removed. You could just make out the tight wrapping around her chest and over her shoulder instead.

“And look what that’s gotten me.” You sighed.

Her throat had an angry red line running across it that you assumed had been purple moments before. The swelling of her left eye and cheek was considerably less, as was the bruising across her face. Her nose, which seemed crooked when you last saw her, was now pristine. Most of the dried blood had been cleaned away. The only evidence it was ever there was the red tinted water on the bedside table.

You couldn’t bring yourself to think of the injuries under the blanket.

“You saved her life tonight, Davina.” Nina offered, kneeling in front of you. Her gentle hands on your thighs made you turn to face her. “I’m not sure she would’ve lasted another night of that torture.”

“She never should’ve been there to begin with.” You whispered. “I should’ve been paying more attention. I got too comfortable… I put her in this position because I care about her and Pekka used it against me.”

“You don’t bear the weight of your father’s sins.” She tried.

“Maybe not, but he needs to answer for them. He will answer for them.”

“Right now, you and your friends need to focus on rebuilding your strengths.” She said gently. “As a soldier myself, I understand what you’re feeling. I understand your need to fight back, but you need a strategy. Going in blind against your father again will end in death.”

“I know.” You confessed.

“Tread carefully, Davina. A war on two fronts is a war you cannot win.”

“Two?” Your brows furrowed. Before she could answer, Wylan burst in.

“He hit me.” He exclaimed, almost offended by the action. You had to laugh.

“I didn’t tell you to get close to him!” Nina scolded. “I told you to see how Kol was getting on.”

“And when I stood by Kol, Kaz swung at me!”

“I’ll handle it.” You smiled. You reached to squeeze Melli’s hand then offered Nina a small bow. She nodded in return and you smiled apologetically to Wylan.

You could see the red mark on his jaw as you passed.

When you stepped into your room, it was utter chaos.

Jesper was on one side of Kaz with Kol on the other. Kaz’s jacket and waistcoat were discarded on the floor and his shirt was unbuttoned. Jesper was trying to hold Kaz’s arm down while Inej was trying to help Kol.

“Will you stop?” Kol exclaimed in frustration.

“Get your hands away from me!” Kaz argued loudly.

“Saint’s sake, he’s trying to help you, man!” Jesper shouted.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Kaz, it’s alright!” Inej tried.

“What is going on here?” You yelled, slamming the door behind you for emphasis.

All of them froze.

You stared pointedly at Kaz and he hesitantly flattened against the mattress. Jesper sighed in relief before he let out a stressed laugh. Inej smiled to herself as she returned to helping Kol. Kol was complaining to himself in Ravkan. You went and stood at the foot of your bed, arms crossed as you watched Kaz.

He was rigid in the bed, pale as the sheets beneath him and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He had his eyes tightly closed and both hands in tight fists. His chest was rising and falling with shallow breaths and you could just make out what was left of the injury.

“It didn’t pierce his lung.” Kol explained and you turned your focus to him. “The shot collapsed it and broke what looks like two ribs, but by some miracle, it didn’t puncture.”

“He may or may not have ruined your bedding.” Jesper said apologetically, motioning to the new deep red stain,  and Inej reached over to whack his arm.

You laughed slightly. “It’s fine. We can use it as dressing… Why’d he punch Wylan?”

“Pretty sure he was aiming for me.” Kol chuckled. “I ducked. Wylan didn’t.”

“I should go check on him, actually.” Jesper nodded.

“You all should go get something to eat, too.” You offered. “It’s not exactly fine dining but it’s a hot, fulfilling meal.”

“Adrin was cooking tonight, so that usually equates to some sort of stew.” Kol filled in.

“Kol can take you all.”

“What about you?” Kol wiped his bloody hands on your sheets. You scowled at him and he smiled sheepishly.

“I’ll stay with him.” You nodded to Kaz. He was so still you wondered if he had passed out. “Someone can bring some up whenever they can.”

“I’ll make sure we do.” Jesper promised, patting your back as he headed towards the door.

“Make sure Nina and Wylan eat too, please.” You added.

Inej rose and put a hand on your arm. She met your gaze for a few moments before she smiled in thanks. You returned the expression before she joined Jesper. Kol rose last and put his hands on either side of your face.

“One step at a time, Davina.” He said quietly. “Pekka won’t get away with this.”

All you could do was nod.

You couldn’t tell him that you were resigned to fight the war without them. You wouldn’t risk him or Melli again. It was in Melli’s contract that upon your untimely demise, she would head the Snakes. No doubt she’d name Kol her lieutenant. He’d earned that much in his time with you. Maybe they’d switch roles instead. You were fine with either taking your mantle.

You couldn’t tell him that you knew it was your fight. Not his. Not Melli’s. Not even Kaz’s.

When the door finally closed, you let out a long exhale before kneeling by the bedside. You frowned slightly at the stained sheets before pulling a blade to cut a long strip. You gently moved the loose fabric of Kaz’s unbuttoned shirt aside and saw how Kol had healed the wound.

Likely due to Kaz’s uncooperativeness, the gunshot wound was more open than you expected. You assumed Kol focused more on the collapsed lung and broken ribs than the flesh wound. You were just glad it wasn’t bleeding anymore. 

“Vina…” Kaz said and his gravelly voice startled you.

“Can you sit up?” You asked.

He nodded and you stood to help him. You kept your hands on covered areas of skin, using his shoulder and forearm to pull him up. He winced at the movement, grasping your wrist tightly.

“You’re alright.” You said gently. “Kol fixed the worst of it, but I need to wrap it. Is that okay?”

“I can manage.” He countered, though the heavy breaths told you otherwise.

“Stop being so stubborn.” You rolled your eyes slightly. “Let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“I know. Would you rather it get infected?”

He shot you a weak glare before he gestured vaguely to the wound. He hesitantly lifted his arms and you had to lean in close to secure the wrap. You rolled the end over itself three times to form a bit of padding before looping it around his torso.

“How did you know to come tonight?” You asked despite knowing the answer. You figured he could use the distraction from your proximity. “Last time I brought it up you told me no.”

“Wylan told me everything.” He answered tensely.

“That’s why you sent him… If he was in danger, you’d have to come and help.”

“I wouldn’t have to, no, but it was a convenient excuse.”

You laughed slightly before tucking the end of the fabric and standing tall. You took your hand and ran it along the wrap, smoothing any bumps.

You thought of your mother for a moment and the way she would kiss your bandages. She said it would heal easier if healed with love. You kissed your fingers instead and gently touched the bandage. His eyes didn’t leave yours once they found each other.

“Your arm.” He changed the subject.

“Nina set it.” You shrugged. “It aches a little but at least it’s where it should be.”

“Melli’s lucky to have you.” He said suddenly. “Not many people in the Barrel would take on Dime Lions with no backup.”

“Maybe I had faith you’d show.” You joked. “Or maybe the Saints were looking out for me for once.”

“Makes one of us.”

“You were right to tell me no, Kaz, and you should’ve stuck to that decision.” You spoke honestly. “You and the rest of your friends. It wasn’t worth the risk.”

“They were insistent on coming to help you, Davina. Inej and Jesper were going to come regardless once Wylan explained it all.”

“You still shouldn’t have let them.”

“They are as stubborn if not worse than you are, Dear. The only way I could’ve stopped them would’ve been if I had nailed their feet to the floor.”

“I’ll get you a new shirt.” You went to your drawers where Kaz’s borrowed shirt waited neatly folded. “You and your friends can stay as long as you need. I’ll make up some of the spare rooms and-“

“Davina.” Kaz tried, but you ignored it.

“-I can have Adrin put waffles together in the morning for Nina.”

“Davina.”

“It might be best for you all to lay low tonight, anyways. I don’t doubt Dime Lions are out looking for blood.”

“Davina!” He said loudly then grimaced.

You faltered for a second then handed over the shirt. He looked down at it then broke a half smile before accepting it. You went to your wardrobe to allow him privacy to change while you stripped off your cloak. Your own shirt had vague stains from the gas but it was otherwise intact. You untied the damp cloth from around your neck and tossed it, feeling it stick to the base of your throat slightly. You prodded the area and your fingers came back red.

You pulled your sleeves over the heel of your hand and gently rubbed it away before turning back to Kaz.

“I’m not worried about what will happen to us.” He explained, his expression tight as he fought to get the shirt around his shoulders.

“Do you want help?” You offered.

“I lost everything before, Davina. Everything.”

You sighed slightly and went behind him. You shifted the fabric over his shoulder and held it out so he could slide his other arm in. He shot you an incredulous look over his shoulder but didn’t move away.

Not even when your knuckles brushed his arm.

“An ‘R’ .” You commented as you patted his now covered arm.

You turned and began to strip the stained blankets with a small frown.

“Yes…” He answered.

You knelt and pulled a new bundle of sheets from under the bed, pushing the old ones near the wall. You waited patiently for him to say something else about the simple tattoo on his bicep while you finished putting on the new sheets.

He didn’t.

“I’m grateful that you all showed up.” You confessed, gesturing for him to sit again. He did, wincing as he did so. “But I won’t have any of you die in my fight.”

“It isn’t just your fight.”

“It is now.”

“No, now we’re more involved than ever. The Lions will report back that we were there.”

“And it pulls the Dregs into a fight they didn’t need to be in.” You cut in. “This was exactly what you wanted to avoid, Kaz, yet you walked right into it. Why?”

“For you!” He nearly shouted.

“And you took a bullet that was meant for me!” You shouted back. “The shooter was aiming for me and yet you’re the one with a hole in your chest!”

“It was a fluke.”

“Don’t give me that! You’re the one so adamant that caring about anyone around here is a Saints forsaken death sentence! Guess what, Kaz? You were right! You’re always right and this-“ You threw a hand towards the wound. “-proves it! Is that you wanted to hear? Is that what you wanted to prove?”

“Why do I even bother?” He muttered to himself, dragging a hand down his face. “Why do you think I showed up tonight, Davina?”

“You never listen to me, do you?” You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if you said something that had any truth to it.” He retorted.

“Of course.” You scoffed. “Of course! My mistake. Saints forbid I try to get through to you, that I try to connect with you, that I try to find some sort of emotion in you!”

“Emotion.” He spat.

“Yes, emotion.”

“You want to see my emotions.”

“You know, that part of you that means you’re human. Or did you leave that in the harbor with J-“ You clamped a hand over your mouth before you could finish the thought.

Kaz stared blankly at you. You may not have fully said it, but you recognized the look in his eyes. You crossed a line. You threw his brother’s death at him. After a moment, he was practically daring you to finish your sentence.

It made you feel sick. It made you feel cruel. You had been looking for something to get a reaction out of Kaz, but you had never thought you’d go that far. It was what made you your father’s daughter, that instinct to be cruel and hurtful. It was what had gotten you that far in the Barrel, but might also be what broke the tenuous relationships you fought to keep.

If you could go that far with Kaz, what would you pull out against Kol? Against Melli? Just how hurtful could you be?

You turned and left the room without another word.

You nearly collided with the Crows in the hall. Jesper, Wylan, and Inej all came back up with an extra bowl each. Wylan brought Nina’s. Inej brought Kaz’s. Jesper brought yours and Kol wasn’t far behind. His brows furrowed when he caught your watery gaze, which you quickly wiped away.

“Woah.” Jesper said as he expertly avoided you, not even spilling a drop. “Everything alright?”

“I already told Kaz. I’ll make up some spare rooms for you all if you’d like to sleep it off here.” You answered instead, fighting the shake in your voice. “Thank you.” You took the bowl and felt their worried looks.

You saw Inej’s focus land on the oozing slice at the base of your throat. You barely felt the blood leaking.

“What did he do?” She sighed.

“It wasn’t him.” You confessed, quickly smearing the blood with your sleeve. You glanced over your shoulder at your closed door, wondering what he was thinking. “I did what I had to.”

“Did you?” Jesper asked gently and you turned back to face him. “Davs, you don’t understand what lengths he would go to for you, do you?”

“It doesn’t matter… It can’t matter.”

You saw Wylan open his mouth to chime in.

“It can’t.”

“Davina?” Kol spoke up. When you met his eyes, he nodded to Melli’s room.

“Yeah.” You basically whispered. You nodded to the Crows in the hall and stepped into Melli’s room.

Kol spoke briefly with Nina before she shuffled out and joined her friends. You sat on the floor, your back against Melli’s bed, and Kol dropped beside you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

He didn’t look at you, instead focusing on his bowl. You wondered if it was for your benefit or his.

“I care about Kaz but you knew that already.” You stared into your own bowl of stew, mindlessly stirring it. “If this is what happens to Melli, what could happen to him? The bullet he took was meant for me. I went over it in my head the entire trip back here. If the rifleman hadn’t been hit, that bullet would’ve been through my heart instead of clipping Brekker’s lung… All of it would’ve been over.”

“Would you have rather died?”

You shrugged.

“Brekker cares about you, too.” Kol continued. “His heartbeat changes when you come around.”

“You sure it’s not hate?” You snorted.

“It’s not. You bring out something that I think scares him. He didn’t get the name Dirtyhands by being sentimental, right? So you being able to soften him, even a minuscule amount, it panics him. Everything you’re afraid of is the same thing he is.”

“Tell that to him.”

“The difference, Davina, is that you are a lot more impulsive than he is. You’re rushing into every battle without the same resources and planning he does. That’s why it seems like you are the only one taking these hits. You're throwing yourself into the line of fire every time.”

“I’m well aware that all of this is my fault.” You sighed. “I can’t fix any of it. All I do is make it worse.”

“He can be your ally, but you have to slow down and play this more as he would.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Your head fell back and you stared at the ceiling. The gesture tugged the wound on your neck and you winced. “At the end of the day, the Snakes won’t willingly join the Dregs, let alone work with them. I won’t make them. And I doubt the Dregs would want to have us around.”

“So leave it behind.” He offered honestly. His fingers gingerly ran the length of the wound and you felt the familiar tingle of his healing. “You’re allowed to be happy, Davina.”

“These people are all here because I brought them here. I gave them somewhere to sleep, somewhere to be safe. I can’t just turn away from them for a guy.”

“I don’t think he’s just a guy. You’ve never looked at anyone the way you look at Brekker.”

“Have you ever seen anyone else that pretty in the Barrel?” You tried to shrug it off.

“Not just in a good-looking way.” He laughed slightly. “You look at him like he raises the sun and moon each day, like he arranges the stars every night, like-“

“Like the way you look at Mel.” You added, glancing at him for a second. You caught the flush across his cheeks. “She likes you, too… You’ll take care of her for me, right?”

“Davina-“

“Just promise me. In case anything happens to me, I need to know that at least she’ll be okay.”

“I swear I will keep her safe.” He squeezed your arm. “You do realize that if anything happens to you, Kaz Brekker is going to tear Ketterdam apart, right? He’ll watch the whole country burn.”

“You overestimate my value, Kol Gethos.” You patted his leg then finally found the want to eat.

You fell asleep in your spot on the floor. You weren’t sure how long it had been when Wylan came knocking on the door.

“Kaz thinks we should get going before the sun comes up.” He said quietly.

“Okay.” You nodded, rubbing your tired eyes. “I’ll walk you all out.”

Wylan was fidgeting with his fingers.

“What is it?”

“He told me to find Kol for that.” He answered awkwardly.

You shook your head and stood. “Mel needs him more. I’ll take you.”

“But Kaz said-“

You put up a hand. “Kaz isn’t in charge here. My building, my rules. He can complain to me about it on the walk if he cares to speak to me again.”

Wylan smiled, seemingly glad to know someone who doesn’t cower from Kaz. You collected the empty bowls before meeting Wylan in the hall. Inej and Jesper were beside Kaz. Nina carried the rest of the bowls and Wylan still lingered beside you.

You nodded for them to follow you. They maintained their own conversation for the most part and at some point, Wylan and Nina switched places.

“Whatever you said to him really put him in a mood last night.” She said quietly. You sighed regretfully.

“I shouldn’t have said it.” You admitted. “But I did and it’s for the best.”

“Is it?”

“I’m tired of everyone asking me that.”

“Then maybe they’re onto something that you’re ignoring.”

“Maybe when I’m not trying to usurp my father I can think of other things. For now, I need to keep the people I care about safe. If that means taking on my father alone, so be it.”

“You may not want to risk them-“ She nodded to the Crows that had fallen a few steps behind. “-but you can always call on me, Davina. I’m still a soldier behind all the waffles and jewels and silks.”

“I will keep that in mind.” You smiled slightly.

When you and Nina reached the end of the stairs, you brought her with you to drop the bowls in the kitchen. A few Snakes were up and milling about. Some stopped to stare at Nina and you had to physically close their mouths. A couple pulled a face of disgust and you shot them a single warning glare. They quickly fixed their expressions.

You led the Crows out the same door they came in and gave them brief directions back to the main road. Jesper tipped his hat to you and Wylan gave you a quick, awkward hug that made you giggle. Nina patted your cheek. Kaz barely glanced at you, but you forced yourself to swallow your pride and block his path.

“Uh oh.” Jesper mumbled and you kicked lightly at his shin.

Kaz met your eyes with a subtle intensity that almost had you reconsidering. You rested your hands on your lower back and forced yourself to keep the eye contact going. His brow raised expectantly. You wanted to curse at him for not speaking.

“I crossed a line.” You admitted and his chin tilted up slightly. What the gesture meant, you didn’t know so you continued with your improvised apology. “You don’t have to forgive me, for anything. In fact, you probably won’t. However, I am woman enough to admit when I’m wrong…There were better ways to go about it.”

It made you your mother’s daughter to try and smooth it over with him. Even if you wouldn’t get anything in return, you had made the effort.

“Go about what, exactly?” He asked.

“Ending our work together… Keep them off the Dime Lions’ radar and my father should move on soon enough.”

“Davina!” Jesper tried.

“She’s made her choice.” Kaz said flatly. “How long until she regrets it?”

You almost admitted you already did. Instead, you stepped quietly aside.

Inej lingered.

“The Suli have no words for ‘I’m sorry’.” She said idly, watching her friends go.

“What do you say when you hurt the one person you swore you’d never hurt again?” You asked, fighting the shake in your voice.

“Mati en sheva yelu. This action will have no echo. It means we won’t repeat the same mistakes, that we won’t continue to do harm.”

“I like that. I wish I could say that to him and mean it.”

“He’ll come around.”

“You don’t know what I said.”

“I don’t need to. I know Kaz and I know you well enough. You have a good heart. He will forgive you, Davina.”

“Saints willing.” You offered a tight smile. 

“He’d be a fool not to.”

“Shouldn’t you be leaving with them? I don’t need anyone thinking I’ve stolen the Wraith.”

She chuckled slightly. “Actually, I need your help.” She hesitated. “I just didn’t want them to know about it.”

“Keeping secrets from Dirtyhands now? Must be serious.” You took a step further out, setting your hand in the doorframe to keep the door from closing. You didn’t feel like waiting to be let back in.

“I do owe you quite the debt.” You admitted. “What’s going on?”

“We have a job in a few days that’s taking us out of Ketterdam, but I can’t go unless Kaz can pay off my indenture to Heleen.” She explained quickly. “The problem is that Kaz doesn’t have that kind of money.”

“If Kaz doesn’t have it, then I can assure you I don’t either.”

“That’s not what I’m asking. I know Kaz and he’ll find something else to trade.”

Your brows furrowed as you thought about it.

“You want me to find whatever he trades?” You tried.

“And potentially take it back, depending on what it is.”

“Any ideas on what it could be?”

“No. With Kaz, it could be anything.”

“Can you get me any information on Heleen and the Menagerie? Where she would keep that kind of high value items. When she tends to be out of office. A floor plan of the building.”

“Yes. And there’s a girl there, like me, she can help you.”

“Alright.” You agreed. “Leave the information in my office at the Rook before you leave. And here.”

You reached your other hand to her vest and removed one of her blades. You dropped it into your boot and switched it for one of yours.

“If he notices, you can tell him it got switched during the chaos at the cafe. Keep it till you come back. Use it as an excuse to see me and we’ll go over what I find.”

She smiled slightly.

“Last question. Is Heleen an avid user of candles?” You asked innocently.

“Why?”

You shrugged a shoulder, leaning to open the door. “Maybe there was an accident and your friend’s indenture contract is lost. Maybe any trace of yours is too. Fire is a tricky thing to contain, isn’t it?”

She grinned widely at you.

“Davina Rollins, you just might survive this place yet.” She said proudly.

“I’m a quick study.” You waved her off. “I’ll leave the window unlocked.”

She was gone before the door clicked shut behind you. You knew she didn’t need the window unlocked either. You had questions about what they would be up to that would take them out of Ketterdam, but it’d be better that they left.

It meant you wouldn’t have to risk running into Kaz anywhere. You could think of a way to truly make amends for your near unforgivable blunder and maybe get a leg up on your father. If you could gain your own traction in the battle, you wouldn’t need to lean so heavily on Kaz’s knowledge which would put less of a target on him.

But you also had a new side project to play with.

You had a chance to rob Tante Heleen.

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

"Story of your life, making enemies. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Same way it is for me, even when I don't intend it. Just be more careful this time around in the land of the living. Try to limit the boiling people alive, even if it's a witch's forte. Ain't bailing you out of the afterlife again. One time deal. Still not quite sure how I managed it the first time. I better not advertise that I was able to do it, or folk will never leave me alone to return their loved ones. Especially in times of war. I'm a simple Witcher, not a miracle worker."

The Witcher's low tone returned to the crimson haired Sorceress gradually, speaking truths but without the usual bitterness and sharpness he normally reserved for her. Whenever the time came for them to conflict again, it could at least wait another morning, perhaps even the day. Probably a record for them, but he was no stranger to experiencing strange phenomena on the Path. And it wasn't often he got to sleep in a bed this comfortable, much less a bed, so he was in even less of a hurry for her to try throwing it at him with telekinetic magic... or have to whip out his Quen and Heliotrop Signs as he tried to grab his clothing and things and flee. Discretion would be the better part of valor, when they were abed together, and he would sooner make the most of the rare peace and luxury. Reaching down with a relaxed breath, Eskel's hands roamed along Sabrina's bare back, one settling in her crimson hair and stroking it gently, twining it through his fingers. The other trailed further down her lower back and to her inviting, pale rear, grabbing her bottom firmly and enticingly. Manhood already hard for her and stirring against her... desire not entirely overtaking him yet, but the fire growing again gradually... nothing he couldn't control, if need be. Like their bickering, he was sure his monster hunting contracts could wait for a time. Deep, amused and aroused voice murmuring in her ear as well, smirk deepening on his mutilated visage.

"Mmm. As for breakfast... I may just start it with a first helping of you. You know how deeply my appetites run... redhead is a favorite of mine..."

@fallesto

“No jokes, no tricks, no fighting, just lay here and sleep, without us trying to kill one another or falling out, especially after everything that has happened.”

Yes, she wished for some sleep, a good night sleep, she wished for that more than anything, as she was not worried, she had spells, traps, alarms, everything set up, if someone came snooping around where her camp was and her regal tent, they would soon regret it and wished they had poked there nose somewhere else instead of anywhere near her. As if he wished to depart, here and now, get up gather his things and walk away, he may do such a thing, she will not stop him at all, she will not chase after him as well, but despite it, she would never put it into words, she would sooner drop dead onto the ground, something she knew a great many people she has wronged in her life would cheer and no doubt make a day out of the year for it. She had been killed once, he had aided her, she had been to hell and back, she was not wishing to go back any time soon, she wished to live, no matter what as she would settle down and sleep then in his arms, resting her head onto his chest and allowing a well deserved good night sleep to wash over her then and knowing that at least for this short period of time, they have not thrashed and beaten each other, well – they have just in anther manner that was beneficial and more than pleasurable for the two of them.

She would sleep through the night and not awaken, until the early morning. The birds singing and the forest critters alive with chatter – how annoying. A daughter of the forest she might be, but she traded all of this for regal courts, castles and true power a long time ago, forest magic has and always will be weak, humans where killing nature every single day, no point in lingering in something that cannot provide. “Morning.” She muttered softly as she would move her head up for the moment, and then back down, if he wished to see her at her best, he had picked the wrong moment, she was tired, she yawned, her hair was a mess, the furs and blankets had been kicked off her in the middle of the night and she had merely used him as a pillow and a blanket for herself as well as she was wrapped around him and not letting him go. “I will sort breakfast out.” With a wave of her hand, he would have a good breakfast and a drink, but right now, she was content to linger with him for the moment. “The Kaedweni nobles, want nothing to do with me, especially considering that I burned their husbands, fathers and sons alive, to win there little war for them.” As she would shrug, the price of victory, she had warned Henselt of it, he wished for a swift end to the war, she did that for him and paid the price for his cursed victory. When you boil two armies alive in there armour, reducing them to sludge, melted metal, ash and bones, you are not well liked in court. “The Unicorn Dynasty has a price on my head, they blame me, for Henselt like of heirs ….” As she let that linger, well, of course she cursed the king, to take away the one thing he adored and favoured more than anything, he was nothing more than brute anyway, taking any women that crossed him and having them for himself, so now, that would not be an issue for him, nothing would work for him and he would father no sons, daughters or bastards, to end his rotten line. As she yawned, as if this was casual talk between them and nothing more.

“Indeed, it is, seems I am still not well liked, hence.” As she lazily waved her hand in the air, why she was living in a tent, in the forest. “But you of all people know me best, this will not slow me down, I will merely, survive, like I always do.”

[nerosdayinanime]

currently obsessed w the image of giyuu just grabbing sabito's face. squish his face in one hand and wiggle em around bc sabito just lets him

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

Alright know what here's a little Guild Wars 2 reblog game for everybody; what mounts (if any) do your characters have in their canon, do they have names? Personalities? How'd they meet??

Spill it all below, tell me about all your creatures!!

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; gender neutral reader, vague organized crime setting, lots of horirble shit ( oliver is threatening), references to sex work, and depictions of violence, 18+

✮  a/n ; i didnt have a point in the fic to mention it but the organization barou and oliver are apart of are at odds with the yakuza lol. not relevant but felt like it should be somewhere/

You're a book keeper.

That's all there is to your job, really.

Of course, you didn't become the book keeper for the Japanese branch of a global crime syndicate overnight. Before this you were laundering money and right before you got put away, you snatched up by your local organizations head.

You're meticulous, good with numbers and know how to lie. That's why your boss wrung you out from the hands of the police and welcomed you.

You're a book keeper, and that's all there is to your job. And even back when you were laundering on a smaller scale, it was rare anyone every took interest in you specifically.

Your boss is sitting on the edge of the desk covered in blood. There's a trail of bodies knocked out in all corners of the room and some loose teeth, mixed with the smell of printer ink and leather couches.

You didn't think he was going to be the one to wait with you while you looked over records.

He's usually too busy to be here for anything domestic. He leaves that work in the hands of Barou, who you've worked with a lot before. Barou is a good boss, albeit a little scary.

You didn't think today was gonna be any different.

But he's here, anyhow - sitting on the edge of your desk with his shirt barely over his shoulders, covered in blood and loosely holding and unlit cigarette.

And he's staring at you. Hard.

Barou had mentioned it. That the boss was interested in you after your exploits in the Shizuoka firm, finding some inconsistencies in their documents that could've cost him a lot. That was months ago so it slipped your mind he'd even known.

You pause as shuffle through pages and pages of written records, reorganizing loose records. Fucking criminal orgs and their dogshit filing system.

You tap a stack of papers against the table, feeling the pressure of Olivers gaze.

You sigh.

"Boss," He pauses when he hears you talk. He smiles wide. "It's a little hard to focus with you here."

He stands to his feet and looks ten times more intimidating than usual. He blood soaked dress shirt gives up hanging off of him loosely and falls onto the flloor. From the neck down he's covered in tattoos, all color. There's more flowers on him then you thought there'd be. You flit your gaze back to your papers as he walks up besides you, sitting directly next to you on the desk instead of on the edge.

He's quiet for a long stretch of time, unresponsive - so you try your best to continue your work.

When he puts his hands on your chin, you freeze. He tips your face up to him with a look you can't read and you wonder what you're supposed to do. You've experienced an average amount of harassment in your time here but that was mostly form grunts. Barou doesn't like stuff like that so you usually just tell on them.

You can't really go against Oliver though, can you?

"Aw, don't look so scared. Just taking a peek at the merchandise as they say."

You furrow your brows. "Merchandise? I'm not a prostitute. This is my only work here."

He laughs a little. At your indignant choice of words. "No I know that. I'm messin' around. You could make a good living that if you wanted to make some extra cash you know?"

You look at him flatly. Barou rarely has good things to say about him, but he does respect him. You currently can't help but wonder why.

"No thank you."

He pauses again and you wonder if you've pissed him off. It's not like you want to give him lip, but you really don't want to let him intimidate you either. You hold firm as he holds your gaze, lids dropping. He grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks together.

"Got a lot of nerve, don't you?"

You make a confused face at him but you don't fold. Guys like him are all the same. You give them an inch they'll take a mile. They're out for blood after all. The first sign of weakness and they'll bang down your door.

You hold your ground, even against some greater instinct to do as he says. You can't. You couldn't even if you wanted too. You've been in the business for a long time and you intend to stay that way.

The stalemate stands for so long you wonder if the people laying at his feet will manage to stand back up. But you don't give.

And then, after a while he lets go. Your face almost stings form how hard he was holding it but he just... drops it and goes quiet. You brace yourself for whatever comes next, since you're sure something will but he—

He laughs.

For a while too. You don't really know what to make of it so you keep to yourself as he does. A hand comes ontop of your head and rubs, and you sort of feel like a dog which you don't like. Shaking him off, you scoot back. He's still watching you, still bloodstained, still broad and imposing, still tattooed and silent. Bu something lingers.

And, for a reason you can't name, it's the thing that makes a pit of dread form in your stomach.

Maybe you're reading too much into it. Maybe it's just you being self-absorbed. But you know, you've seen it before. Greed is the devil you dance with everyday and it's there. On his face. If it was about the money, you're sure he'd just make it about the money.

You'd know if it was about the money.

He pulls a lighter from his pants pocket lights his cigarettes as he smiles at you. He glances at the clock, at one of the bodies at his feet, and then his eyes land back on you. Upturned, crinkled at the corners, blood smeared. He looks and looks and looks. You know what it looks like when someone is desperate for money. Or when their greed makes a fool of them.

You're just a book keep, though. You keep your head down.

It's the first time since you've been born that you've seen this kind of face. An almost uncharacteristic kind of thrill and exhilaration simmering under the surface.

It's the first time you've had someone take an interest in you like this.

He puffs out a long cloud of smoke.

"How long do you have left here?"

"Uhm. A while sir."

"About dinner time, yeah?"

You nod. He hums.

"Right. Then. We're getting dinner afterwards so try and hurry up, kay?"

You get the feeling it's not really a question, so you sigh.

"Yes boss."

He smiles one more time, contented before turning to leave. You wonder if it's too late for you to retract. You get the feeling it is.

having horrible evil thoughts about oliver as a mob boss

[pearlymel]

"Do i look like i can work right now?"

Summery : he's needy for you and he's not afraid to show it <3

wc : 2k

Warnings : NSFW, fem!reader, ōral (f! recieving), bit of dry humping, making out, protected sex. Petnames used (honey, love, sweetheart.) No plot.

He was so done for.

Zayne exhaled shakily against your neck, his hands squeezing firmly at the dip of your waist for stability. He sounded needy, he looked needy, it's taking everything in him to not rip your nightgown off.

"You should be resting, but you occupy my every thought." He uttered in a hushed tone, but made no real effort to take you off his lap, instead pulling you even closer using his knee and burying his face on your chest.

"You're practically latched on me, Zayne." The words just rolled off your tongue it was almost infuriating.

Zayne wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap as the chair kept rocking back and forth with your combined weight. His other hand traveled up your back, up to your shoulder and neck, pulling you further down so he could nip at your collarbone with a sharp canine.

"You're one to talk, sweetheart. You're not being very cooperative with being treated properly, always gambling your life away—" he sounded frustrated, the last few words coming out in a low grumble.

You ignore his words, instead bringing your hand to playfully pinch at his earlobe before whispering, "is this how you usually treat your patients, doctor?"

"This is..." Unprofessional, he almost said, he knew well there wasn't anything professional about how he was acting with you at the moment. "...An exception."

He then continued to litter your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his hand trailing up to find your nape, tangling his fingers into your hair, playing with the textured strands.

"Is it because I'm that special someone?"

You really have no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Zayne's teeth grazed against your pulse point lightly, his tongue darting out for a brief taste of your skin. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't very affected by you.

"My special someone," he murmured, and can't help the low gasp that escapes his throat when you start rolling your hips against his, feeling himself going dizzy.

"M-my love," he protested weakly, a visible growing tent forming in his bathrobe, making it harder for him to stop himself from pulling you harder against his lap.

He grabbed you by the thighs and leaned back into the backrest, giving you less space to move but a better angle to straddle him instead. "Don't stop," you whisper next to his ear while you try to continue pushing yourself further into him that he had to suppress a moan.

Zayne was sensitive man, being pent up most of the time, so touch straved. "You're a terrible patient, you know that? Insatiable." He managed to get out.

"I'm a different kind of patient," you hum, trailing your fingertips along his visible bare skin of his chest.

He was going to combust if you didn't stop touching him like that.

"You're dangerous." he almost whimpered, his hands moving back to grip your hips, as if to steady them on his lap, but it took every ounce of his willpower not to grind them against his crotch.

God was he done, Zayne finally wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you back down for a crushing kiss. It was less of a kiss and more of a possessive mark, hungry and rough.

He wanted you, needed you, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue delved into your mouth with a greedy swipe, tasting you, as if he was drowning in you and the only thing keeping him alive was your kiss alone.

His breathing grew erratic as his hands slid down from your hips, grabbing the backs of your thighs and squeezing at the flesh, pressing you more firmly against his lap so his obvious hardened cock was rubbing between your legs.

Your sounds were unforgettable, Zayne could never forget them, the gasps and small whimpers of pleasure. He was already gone.

"Goddamn it..." he cursed hoarsely against your mouth, his hands clenching tighter under your thighs, guiding your motions on his lap before bucking up roughly, letting out a quiet groan of his own in the process.

"such a foul mouth, doctor,"

"Don't push it," he grumbled, lifting you up to his waist, "Push it?" You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you to his room, and upon the realization, tap on his shoulder, "wasn't i supposed to rest—"

"That doesn't mean you can't rest after, does it?" he responded, moving over to the edge of the bed before slowly lowering you down onto the sheets, his body caging you in between his arms and legs, his form hovering over you.

He wasted no time sliding his hand underneath your silky nightgown to feel your skin, pulling the fabric above your head, guiding your arms up.

Zayne was a weak, weak man. Weak for seeing you like this, glossy eyes, lips slightly swollen from his kiss and the way your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Just being able to see you like this alone was a privilege.

He let his hands roam over the curve of your stomach, "so pretty," he muttered, his eyes raking over your form.

He leaned down to graze your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his lips lingering and nipping the skin, he then slowly traveled down your collarbone and to the valley of your chest, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra the entire time.

"Lift your hips." he commanded quietly, sending a shiver down your spine and heat pooling down as you obliged to his words.

The last thing on you, and Zayne was pulling the fabric out from underneath you, throwing the bra somewhere on the floor, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over your soft mounds, "I'm never getting tired of this view." he whispered breathlessly, Upon holding your wrists down and claiming your lips again, it was impossible to not be sent into the next cardiac arrest.

Well good think your doctor is always here to tend to you.

"I've.. missed you,"

How was he supposed to hold back when you sounded like that? Your voice coming out in a low, needy whisper that drove him over the edge.

"You need me." he groaned, releasing your wrists so both his hands could run down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before giving the fabric a tug. He reached over, grabbing one of your legs and hooking your knee over his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, He continued to make a trail kisses up your thigh until he reached right infront of your wet folds.

Zayne looked up when your hand came in contact with his hair while letting out a shuddering breath and a whisper of his name, your gazes heated as he moved his head further down to your core, using one hand to keep your thigh pinned over his shoulder before his eyes fixated on your clit, leaning down to kiss it.

You gasp. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, before he began to suck on your clit, his fingers trailing up to play with your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them gently with his thumb and forefinger. He hummed when you start squirming, his tongue skillfully flicking and rolling around the bundle of nerves, Zayne didn't stop at just your clit, though.

He trailed his tongue lower, teasing your entrance, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, hips coming to slowly grind against his face. "Stay still, you're doing well," he praised, his voice low and soft, you best know he's trying so hard not to rut against the mattress from how achy he felt. His tongue sliding in and out, coating it with your arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building up inside you.

And you think you might pass out when he starts sucking down. It was hard to stay still when you're so close to orgasm, that it was making your head blank, eyes half-lidded and heavy breaths coming out of your lips as you arch your back when you taste the sweet pleasure of your release.

Zayne lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips appreciatively and giving your stomach a few fluttering kisses. "You okay there, honey?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he watched how your eyes were still half lidded, and how your draped your arm over your face.

You only nod in return, letting out a low "Mhm,"

He couldn't wait until he was on his knees positioned between your legs, throwing his bathrobe off from his body before reaching down to his painfully hard cock, stroking once, twice, and he had to stop himself because he could most definitely jerk off just by looking at your face, especially when you're naked like this.

Zayne swallowed thickly, shaking his head to himself from any other thoughts before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, tearing it between his teeth then rolling it on himself, making sure it was on securely before moving between your legs.

He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, staring into your eyes, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. You nodded, your eyes still heavy with need, and he slowly pushed into you, his cock filling you up inch by inch.

Your jaw hanged, your body adjusting to him, your walls gripping his shaft. He continued to thrust in slowly, "you're the only thing..." He panted breathlessly into your neck, "the only thing i need in my life—" and he continued to rock against you with his thrusts slow and deep.

Zayne was taking his time now, slowly and with intent, he wanted to show you how much this moment means to him, how much you mean to him, how everytime you both have sex, it would feel like the first time every single time.

He lifted his head so that he could look at your face more clearly, his hands running over your sides, tracing the curves and the softness of your body, his fingers touching your skin as if to burn the feel of you into his memory.

His hand then trailed to your left wrist, taking your hand into his to interlace your fingers together, while his thumb brushed over the empty spot on your ring finger.

He internally cursed at himself for not getting you that ring he saw when he was on the way to the hospital. The beautiful gem resting on the window display, calling for him even.

Why didn't he just get it so he could make sure no one would ever look your way when they get the hint of the shiny ring sitting at your left ring finger?

Zayne then picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your voice growing louder, accompanied by his frustrated grunts.

He could feel himself getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Come on, my love," he urged you desperately, "a-ah, Zayne—!" With a loud moan, you came, your body shaking and your legs convulsing around his waist.

He followed right after, slamming deep into you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with his hot seed. He held you close, both of your breathings heavy, taking a moment to hold you both close before slowly pulling out to dispose of the condom.

"Still have enough energy for cuddles?"

"Mm, I'd want nothing more than cuddles right now."

A smile formed on his face at your words, gently shifting himself back on the bed so that he was beside you, pulling you into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you, and he let out a content sigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his head in the crook of your neck again, inhaling the scent of you, and he realized that he could stay like this forever. "Just a bit more before i clean both of us up.."