#another thing that makes me hesitate is that they claim to have a calf range of 14-20... in a *single boot*

[sovonight]

Bit pricey but i think american duchess has some boots that go up to like 19-20 inch calf circumference?

oh yeah i've seen their bicycle boots around a lot! the fact that it was leather + textile on the upper made me hesitate though, i'm still holding out for just leather... but it's been in the back of my mind

[weepingvoidpenguin]

Confession

ENDGAME SPOILERS!! READ AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE, SIS BECAUSE THIS IS NOT A GAME. I’VE WARNED YOU!!

PETER PARKER X READER

Summary: It’d been five years since you disappeared in Peter’s hands right after he’d broken your heart. Now, after so long, there’s a chance to get you back and Peter will stop at nothing to ensure so. He has to get you back, has to tell you that he was lying. That he did want to be with you and he’d never throw away the opportunity again. But the question is, will you let him?

Warnings: Uh... none? Some swearing

Word Count: 3k

FEELING CREATIVE.. IDK MIGHT DELETE LATER (BUT ALSO FR MIGHT MAKE A SMUTTY PART 2)

   “Kid, get out of here, I don’t want you to be a part of this,” Mr. Stark hollered to me when I walked up from behind to see what they were looking at.

   “But Mr. Stark, I’m already a part of this,” I said back, trying to still be respectful. I didn’t want Tony to get mad at me but if he thought I was just going to leave when we were so close to getting them back . . . to getting her back, he thought wrong.

   “Listen, kid, I know how much this means to you but I‘m not letting you get squashed like a... well, like a bug,” he responded.

   My head snapped in his direction at the comparison, Really, Mr. Stark? Really?

   “Mr. Stark I’m not going anywhere,” I repeated, a little more edge to my voice.

   “Queens, Tony’s got a point. This is gonna get really ugly, really fast,” Cap tried to reason but I wasn’t hearing any of it.

   I took a deep breath, an anger starting to brew in me that I’d never felt for Cap or Stark, “And I said-”

   “Let him fight,” Thor interrupted.

   I looked up at him from behind, my mouth still hanging open from my defense.

   Thor shrugged his shoulder, never once taking his eyes off the man that killed his brother and then half of his people, “Those who fight for others and not themselves fight valiantly,” 

   My eyes shifted from Thor to Tony and Cap, they barely glanced at each other before nodding.

   “Alright, kid, but from a distance only,” Mr. Stark ordered and I nodded.

   If that was all he was going to give me then I wasn’t going to push it. 

   Thanos had been a nightmare in my head for five consecutive years now but it’s not his face that haunts me when I close my eyes, it’s hers. The look she gave me when I spoke the words that felt like acid in my mouth, that heart-wrenching image is what keeps me up at night. I should have told her the truth. 

   But if Banner’s snap worked, like really worked, and she was back then nothing was going to stop me from confessing. Not even this purple titan. 

   “You know it’s a trap, right?” I asked, the boyish tone in my voice long gone, for about five years now. 

   “Yup,” Cap mumbled, his glare piercing through the man they’d already killed once, “But we don’t really have any other choice. Keep the stones away from him,”

   Lightning and thunder clouded from nearby and a blast of white surrounded Thor for a second, changing his garments and hair. 

   I didn’t hear what he said after that, too focused on where I should hit Thanos first, but then they sprinted at him. One right after the other they attempted to land a grave blow but Thanos was too strong, too fast, too smart. It appeared that he knew what they were going to do next and deflected all of their attacks. 

   I stepped down from the rock and ran towards the scene of the battle, my heart in my throat and my mind racing with pictures. Her (h/c) hair, her (e/c) eyes, her soft skin, her beautiful smile and her immersive mind. Just her. She was all that ran through my head as I charged at the man that took her away from me. The man that turned her to dust just hours after I hurt her. She was in my arms those last seconds of my life, clinging to me as tightly as she tried to hold onto life but she vanished all the same. I wasn’t sure if she heard what I said to her as she turned to dust but I was hoping, praying, that she knew. That she knew I was lying to her, that she somehow figured it out while she’d been gone. But she couldn’t and I knew that. 

   You can’t think if you don’t exist. 

   I threw a few webs at the enemy, pulling his arm back when he was going to land a fatal hit to Tony. He grabbed the web attached to him and tried to throw me around but I cut it off and kicked him in the face with the momentum he tried to use against me.

   “What did I say, kid? From a distance!” Tony yelled as Thanos grabbed my calf and chucked me straight towards a ragged rock.

   “Karen!” Tony yelled and activated the legs from my suit to catch my fall. 

   The metallic legs pierced into the rock, smashing it into smaller, more jagged pieces. A few of which stabbed my back. The pain shot from my back to my head and I hunched over, gripping my stomach as the air was forced out of my body from the impact.

   “Kid!” Mr. Stark shouted as he ran towards me and Thanos grabbed him by his arm, hitting him square in the face and sending him flying. 

   I tried getting up, I really did, but my eyelids grew heavy and my vision began to blur at the edges. 

   Get up.

   My arm, heavy from exhaustion, barely moved at my side despite my command.

   Get up.

   Thanos’ blade cut through Cap’s shield and continued to destroy it, breaking it until it could only be considered scrap metal. My chest grew heavy and any anger I had for the titan was diminishing, not because I was no longer angry but because it was replaced with fear. Fear that we would lose again. That I would lose again. 

   Then, even from this distance, I could see a strange look come across Cap’s face. He shook his head, as if hearing a voice in his ear or trying to fight pestering wind. His hand slowly came up and rested on his head and he looked around as if looking for where the interference was coming from. 

   The sight of the familiar yellowish circle appearing out of thin air made my heart stop and my jaw went slack, hoping beyond hope that it was who I thought it was. 

   Figures began to emerge from the portals and I was walking towards them without a single registration of the pain in my body. 

   Y/N.

   One by one they exited the portal. Dr. Strange. The antenna lady. Quill. Bucky. Sam. Scarlet Witch. Even a tree thing. 

   But Y/N was nowhere to be seen. 

   “Please,” I choked out, the knot in my throat tightening as my legs carried me towards their exit. “Please, God,” my legs burned with exhaustion but my will won out and I was lost in the crowd of our army looking for the familiar sight of (Y/N)’s (h/c) hair.  

   “Avengers . . .” I heard Cap order, “ . . . Assemble,”

   The sounds of thousands of warriors shouting overwhelmed me and I knew she wouldn’t be able to hear me if I shouted her name. 

   But that didn’t stop me from trying.

   “(Y/N)!” I yelled, my eyes scanning the running bodies. “(Y/N)!” 

   A single figure, just one, hesitated before taking their next step. The (h/c) hair of a girl moved as her head turned, looking for the source of my calls.

   “Here!” I shouted, my arms flailing in the air to catch her attention, “(Y/N)! God, please just look at me! See me!” I shouted over the sounds of war.

   She turned towards my direction and the sight of her face hit me harder than any force ever has. Fuck, I miss her.

   My steps faltered despite wanting to do the exact opposite. “(Y/N)!”

   She scanned the battlefield. I knew she couldn’t hear me but her ability allows her to hear thoughts in her vicinity and it gives her an advantage in battle. Her eyes flickered to every moving figure, one by one, until finally, finally, her eyes landed on mine.

   And she looked away. 

   No, please, please don’t.

   She faced the war ahead of her and ran directly into it upon seeing the familiar red glow of Wanda’s power. (Y/N) jumped into the air and gracefully landed next to the witch who had her sister power. (Y/N)’s power was almost identical to Wanda’s and it helps her feel stronger when she fights alongside her but they’re not the same. Wanda was made of an infinity stone while (Y/N) was granted her power by something called The Raven. She claimed it was a force identical to that of another celestial power and was meant to subdue it if it ever got out of hand. 

   I wanted to chase after her, to grab her by the shoulders and force her to look at me while I confessed that I lied to her. That I tried to make the decision I thought was best. But I was wrong. 

   I was gonna get to her if it was the last thing I did, literally. 

   My legs pumped with adrenaline and incentive. I had to reach her. To tell her. Then the cries of pain rang through the air and I saw T’Challa being wrapped in rock. I looked back at (Y/N) who was throwing bad guys left and right and tearing them apart. She was fine. She was strong. And she wasn’t the one that needed help. 

   I changed my direction and grabbed the Gauntlet that was thrown in the air before slinging my web closer to the van that Cap said it should go so we could put the stones back in their rightful time. 

   I’ve just gotta put the stones back and then I’ll talk to her. 

   “Karen, activate instant kill,” I said to the AI built into my suit as the beastly aliens swarmed around me.

   “Peter!” I heard my name being shouted and the voice was angelic. Scared and in pain but angelic all the same.

   The beasts were blasted away by a surrounding purple light and I knew it had been her. She still cared. Or maybe it was just a courtesy, she would’ve done the same thing for any other teammate. And that’s a fact. 

   “Queens!” Came another shout followed by Mjolnir flying past my head. 

   I shot a web at the hammer and was pulled out of the remainder of the swarm just for a blast from above to cut the strand, sending me hurtling straight for the ground. 

   “I got you, kid,” yelled Mrs. Stark in a suit of her own before sending me towards a girl flying a . . . a Pegasus? 

   I didn’t get to observe the horse for too long as I was yet again being tossed to the ground because of a cut web. Colors flashed by my vision while I clashed against the debris of the destroyed property. 

   A groan of pain escaped my lips and the laser blasts hitting the ground next to my body made me curl into a fetal position with the gauntlet in my grasp. I plastered myself as close to the boulder behind me as possible, using it for a makeshift barrier of sorts. My arms burned with the blasts that landed a little too close to me, causing cuts to my limbs and side.

   This was it, this was how I was gonna go. Without ever speaking to (Y/N) again, without saying good-bye to Aunt May or Ned. No one. I was going to die on the battlefield protecting a glove that had six of the most powerful forces ever to exist on each knuckle. 

   (Y/N), I know you can hear me, I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but I had to try, I wanted to let you know... I just... you should know that I- I’m... I’m sorry, I thought, my body now racking with each sob as I said my good-bye, (Y/N), I lo-

   “Peter,” she called my name. “Peter, get up,” 

   I opened my eyes and rested my gaze on the glowing colors of the gauntlet, too ashamed to look up at her. It’d been five years since I let her down. Since I broke her heart. And now, here she was, waiting for me to look up at her just as I wanted her to look up at me,

   “Peter, give me the gauntlet,” she ordered, her hand coming into view as she latched onto it.

   The gauntlet? 

   I looked up at her then, confusion etched in my features as I wondered why she even came up to me in the first place. “The gauntlet?” I asked incredulously, “Didn’t you hear what I was thinking? What I was trying to let you know?” 

   Her grip on the gauntlet tightened just as mine did, “I heard,” was all she responded. “And I don’t need your pity,” 

   “Pity? (Y/N), I-” 

   “Give me the gauntlet, Peter!” She shouted, her eyes beginning to glow a purple hue as she attempted to pry it from my hold.

   “(Y/N), please I just . . . I just want to look at you,” I begged, my voice faltering by the end.

   Her pull on the gauntlet slacked and she looked me in my eyes for the first time in five years. Those mesmerizing (e/c) eyes of hers. The whites of her eyes were red with oncoming tears. And suddenly it was like I was looking at the same face of heartbreak I caused her to have so long ago. 

   “Look at me?” She pulled away, dropping the gauntlet completely. 

   A glowing figure landed next to her and I hesitated to pry my eyes off of (Y/N), fearing that if I did, she would disappear again. 

   I handed the gauntlet over to the glowing lady, earning a sad smile from her. She seemed strong and merciless but also caring and understanding. She was letting us have a moment as she continued the gauntlet’s journey to the time travelling van. She flew off with an army of women to back her up and I had to grab (Y/N)’s wrist as she tried to leave with them.

   “Stay,” I whimpered, “Just for a second. Stay,” 

   She shook her head, no longer facing me and tried, in a half-assed manner, to pry her hand from my grip. “Let me go, Peter,” 

   “(Y/N)!” I shouted, making her freeze in her stance, “I can’t! I couldn’t! These past five years all I could think about was YOU. Your face was the one that haunted me every night. Your voice, your smile, our talks, all those memories kept me going for five years. Years, (Y/N).” 

   “Stop,” she whispered under her breath, her head now facing me but her eyes still glued to the ground.

   “I lied to you, (Y/N), okay? I lied! That day where everything went to hell and you told me how you felt? I lied! And that’s all I‘ve wanted to tell you since you were . . . gone.” I gripped her wrist tighter and pulled her to the ground with me. 

   “You lied?” she reiterated.

   “Yes. I lied.” My hand trailed up to her face as our surroundings changed into one of a glass like structure. We were in Dr. Strange’s mirror dimension. He had given us a minute alone. And I knew a minute was all we truly had. 

   “I thought that if I died, it would help you to move on, that you wouldn’t feel guilty. That you could... you could love someone else happily.” I tried to explain, “But then . . . then it was me who survived, who had to move on without you and I couldn’t because I know I broke your heart and I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, (Y/N),” 

   “Stop!” She shouted, shoving me away. “Stop doing this! It might’ve been five years for you but it’s only been hours for me and the pain is just as raw as when you told me that you didn’t care for me that way. Don’t you get it? I love you, Peter Parker! And if you even remotely cared about me you wouldn’t have lied to me,”

   “I lied to you because I care about you!” I shot up off the ground and followed her, “Because I thought it’d be selfish if I made you wait for me or confessed that I loved you too only for me to die! I wanted you to move on! I wanted you happy!”

   She stopped mid-pace and lifted her gaze towards me, “You what?”

   I huffed and blew a loose strand of hair out of my face, “Fuck this,” I mumbled and glided over to her, grabbing her by the waist and pressing my chapped lips onto her soft ones.

   She froze for a second, fighting the urge to let me in, to believe me, but all I’ve been waiting for again is to see her. Even if she never forgave me for being so cruel or decided that her confession was only a heat of the moment thing, I just wanted her alive again. Alive and back in my life, one way or the other. 

   And she knew. She could feel it. She was an empath after all, and she knew that I was telling the truth. 

   And she kissed me back and I could’ve cried with joy. Her lips pushed up against mine, melding together and divulging in it. My grip on her body tightened as I brought her close to me. I’ve missed her warmth, her smell, her hold. Especially her hold. I’ve just missed her.

   “I love you, (Y/N),” I confessed, finally confessed.

   “How are you so certain that you love me?” She asked, making sure I still wasn’t lying despite the emotional certainty.

   “Because I know what it’s like to lose you,” I pulled her into me again, resting my head on her shoulder, “And I’m never doing that again,” 

[tiny-maus-boots]

Wild West AU pt 20

A/N: This one was a little bit longer of a ride. But alas we’ve come to the end of this fic. Thanks dear readers for taking the time to like, kudo, and comment. You’re appreciated.

A/N 2: the biggest of huggest of thanks to my bestie and beta @chloes-yellow-cup because she puts up with a lot of bullshittery from me. And she does the thing with ao3 because I’m lame and refuse to. ilyan

Chloe

“Tell me again why we’re letting her do this?”

Beca huffed and kicked at a loose stone, one hand wrapped tightly around the reins of her horse. Chloe shifted in her saddle and shook her head. They both looked at Stacie who was leaning against a tree watching as Aubrey made her way on to her family’s property. Stacie hadn’t let Aubrey out of her sight since they’d all come back from Penitence. Aubrey was still weak and healing, it was too soon for her to make a trip to back to her family estate but the blonde had been adamant about bringing her brother’s body home for burial. She and Beca had expected Stacie to argue but the tall brunette had simply sighed and nodded her acquiescence.

So they had made the journey together, taking ways less common to get there. It hadn’t been the worst thing for them since most of the people looking expected them to be heading south not east from Texas. It gave them a chance to move a little slower so Aubrey could rest as much as possible which was a bonus she supposed but the whole idea hadn’t set right with Chloe.  Gerrard Posen would not take kindly to Aubrey riding up, much less with her brother’s body in tow.

Stacie turned her head slowly toward them, eyes filled with something dark and heavy. “She’s gotta do this. Bree’s gotta close the book on this part of her life because we ain’t never coming back here again.” Stacie turned back just in time to see Aubrey slide slowly from her saddle but glanced away again as if it hurt to watch. “Least let her say goodbye to her momma.”

Beca snorted at that and threw her hands up in the air. “Eunice can rot in Hell right alongside her devil son.”

Chloe had to clear her throat so she wouldn’t laugh because it wasn’t really funny. Aubrey’s mother had sat by idly while Gerrard had beaten and tortured the blonde on a daily basis. She’d said nothing when Avery had done unspeakable things to his sister, and agreed when Gerrard placed the blame squarely on Aubrey’s shoulders. Truth be told she would have liked to put a bullet in both their heads but she knew agreeing with Beca now would only make her mate ride off after their friend and that wasn’t how it should all play out. “Easy there, Cowgirl. She can handle herself ya know.”

Beca gave her a look and jerked her chin at Chloe’s horse. “Yeah? Then why are you still sitting on that damn Army nag ready to charge down the hill after her?”

It was a point she hadn’t wanted to concede but knew it was the truth. She was just as anxiously waiting for some sign or signal that Aubrey needed them. Chloe opened her mouth to say something but closed it with a click and shrugged. “Because.”

“Because where one goes, we all go. That’s the rule.” Beca turned at Stacie’s rough and strained voice but the taller woman wasn’t looking at either of them. She had her eyes trained to the door of the big plantation manor waiting for the first sight of Aubrey. “And the last time we split it all went to shit and we almost lost…” She stopped and took a deep breath. “It was almost real bad. No one’s sayin’ we can’t have strong opinions on this, we just gotta respect her enough to let her do what she’s gotta do.”

Beca gave a deep sigh but nodded and Chloe dismounted to come around behind her. She slid her arms around Beca’s middle and pulled her back against her chest, chin resting on the brunette’s shoulder. The smaller woman instantly relaxed into her with another sigh, this one much quieter and more resigned to letting things happen.

“I know Bec, I hate her being there with them too.”

Beca nodded, her hands trailing over Chloe’s arms around her. “Think we’d know if something happened?”

The words were hardly out of Beca’s mouth when two shots rang out and echoed up to them. Stacie’s shoulders went stiff for a bare second before she was leaping to Rowdy’s back and pulling him around to the road. Chloe gave Beca a small squeeze before they broke apart, each scrambling to get mounted as quickly as they could. They were halfway to the property line when a familiar figure stepped out onto the verandah. Chloe pulled back the reins and slowed when Aubrey dipped her head and settled her Stetson on top. They were too far to see the expression on her face but Aubrey had come out of the house alone and was slowly climbing back into the saddle with only a glance back at the wagon that held Avery’s coffin.

 Aubrey

“You sure you don’t want us to go with you?”

Aubrey gave a tight lipped smile as she buckled the leather traces on her horse leading the wagon. She did want them to go with her but that was precisely why they could not. All it would take would be for one person to see them all there together and the law would be after them all over again. She patted the big gray on the neck before turning to face her family. Her real family. Not the empty, cold people that had raised her.

“I have to go alone Beca.”

“Do you?”

They had been arguing it for three days now but she understood why her friend couldn’t let it go. Aubrey took a settling breath and limped slowly to the side of the wagon to look at the coffin. Avery was already starting to smell and flies were zinging around the crude wooden box that held his body. Of all of them Beca was the most vocal about her displeasure but Aubrey was not at all fooled by Chloe and Stacie choosing to remain quiet. She knew they would rather be with her than not.

“I do. I don’t expect you to understand, I’m not sure I rightly do myself, but I need to take him home. I need to answer for his end.”

Stacie looked up and then away and she knew that the brunette was thinking Aubrey had nothing to answer for because she hadn’t been the one to murder Avery. But Aubrey would have. If she could have held a gun in her hands she would have shot her only brother dead in the dirt. Had even told Stacie to kill him outright, a thing she only partially regretted.

Avery’s life and death were increasingly heavy weights upon her back and she was ready to leave it all to her father. Let him bear the burden of all those years of pain and suffering, let him struggle with the knowledge that his legacy was no more.

“I get that you think you have something to say but…you can’t say it from the end of your rifle? From way out here?” The plea in Beca’s voice was heartbreaking but she couldn’t let it keep her from what needed to be done. The shorter woman must have realized that it was no use because she rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head. “Okay. Fine. I understand that you have to finish this. Just…don’t let it finish you. Okay?”

Aubrey chuckled and gave a slight nod, surprised when Beca leaned into the undamaged side of her body for a brief hug. She was released quickly and Beca moved off with a sniff that was more telling than any argument she could have made. Honestly she had expected more of a fight from Chloe but her best friend remained quiet, choosing instead to hold Roan steady while Stacie helped her get mounted. It was difficult with her leg gone stiff from her injury and her arm in a sling but she made it up alright.

Stacie let her hand linger on Aubrey’s calf, its warm weight reassuring and comforting. There were a lot of things she wanted to say to Stacie but none she had the words for. It didn’t much matter, the gentle squeeze of assurance and playful wink let her know that Stacie knew exactly why she was doing what she was doing.

“We’ll be waiting on ya, darlin’.”

It was so little, just a single sentence really, but it meant so much. Aubrey touched the brim of her hat and gave a short nod of her head. Stacie chuckled softly and stepped back to let her go. She tapped her heels into Roan’s flanks and he surged forward, pulling the trail pup cart behind him.

Taking the long dirt track up to the main house gave her a strange feeling. It was like putting on a familiar coat and finding it two sizes too small. The closer she got the more tightly constricted she felt until her breathing came in short and shallow pants. Aubrey hesitated for a moment as she passed under the wide arch and continued up the path to the manor.

It was mildly startling when she realized that she hated this place. Hated everything about it from the large white house to everything it represented. She hated the proudly hung confederate flags. She hated her brother and the feeling of dread that came along with his presence, dead or alive. And most importantly she hated her father. A man who sowed cruelty, fear and hate while pretending to be a pious man of principle.

Roan snorted and tossed his head as he slowed and finally stopped, drawing her out of the turmoil of her thoughts. The shadow of the house seemed to grow, reaching further out to cover her almost as if it wanted to claim her. She hooked the knotted reins on the horn of her saddle and carefully swung her leg over, using her good arm to balance as she gripped the horn tightly and eased herself down.

“Miss Aubrey? Lord….wait. Let me help you.”

Strong hands steadied and guided her gently to the ground and she turned to see a familiar smiling face. “Thank you Josiah.” She smiled as she took a step back to take him all in. “You sure have grown tall like your daddy. Last time I was here…”

“I was knee high to a pony.” His deep rumble of a laugh was infectious and she chuckled too. “It sure has been a long time Miss Aubrey. None of us thought we’d ever see you here again. You traded in your pretty Sunday dresses for cold steel instead I see.”

Her smile faded and she gave a slow nod. “I have found that I am more likely to be heard if people think I might be willing to shoot them.”

Josiah gave her a deep laugh and nodded. It was a nice sound and he looked so much like his father Big John. Josiah’s family had labored hard under her father’s ownership and when the Confederacy fell they chose to stay on as sharecroppers and hired help. Despite the way she felt about being back there, she was glad to see the young boy she had known, grown into a man.

“Yes ma’am I do believe that does make one memorable conversation starter. Can I stable your horse?”

She thought about it and shook her head. “No, thank you. Just unhitch him for me. I reckon I won’t be long. I’m just here to bring my brother home.”

He blinked at her then turned surprised eyes to the cart, finally taking in the coffin laying in the bed of it. Josiah let out a breath and turned back to her, his face a careful emotionless mask. “Is that Mister Avery?”

Aubrey gave a curt nod and hooked her thumb in gun belt as she glanced at the box. “It is. I’m sure Father will want to see him buried with the family.” She took a breath and started to walk up to the front steps. Josiah’s low voice rumbled out and she looked over her shoulder at him.

“I’m sorry for your loss Miss Aubrey.”

She gave him a slow nod of acknowledgement and sighed. “Thank you, Josiah.” Aubrey turned back to the large heavy door steeled herself to reach out and open it but the knob twisted and the door swung in before she could do it herself. Aubrey brought her head up and met her mother’s honey brown eyes. “Hello Mother.”

There was a moment when she was sure her mother would slam the door in her face. In the back of her mind she had hoped that she would. It would make leaving all the easier, her duty was done, she’d brought Avery home and now she could leave. But her mother stepped out onto the verandah and flung herself against Aubrey’s body, squeezing her tightly. She groaned softly as her shoulder protested the pressure but she didn’t dare let go. “Oh Aubrey….oh my Lord. You’re alive.”

Tears welled up but she cleared her throat and stepped back. How she wished that her mother had shown even one half of that much affection for her growing up. Of course she knew her mother could never stand up to her father, she was weak and dependent on him and Aubrey could not fault her for that. But it didn’t mean she hadn’t longed for the comfort and love of a mother when she had been hurt so badly. Her mother’s fingers traced over the scar on her face and Aubrey jerked her head away roughly.

“You!” The door swung open wider and her father’s broad shoulder’s filled the space. His green eyes, the same shade as her own, burned with hate at the very sight of her. It was expected and yet it was like taking a kick to the gut. “What are you doing here? You ungrateful…”

“Avery’s dead.” It had stopped his rant before it even began and he searched for the lie in her eyes. There was none and she met his gaze evenly, waiting for him to accept the truth of it. Her father backed into the house, shock making his jaw go slack and his steps seem brittle and unsteady. Her mother balled fists in Aubrey’s shirt and gave her a shake as if that would make it any less true. “I’m sorry mother. I’ve brought his body home.”

Her mother turned to look at the cart sitting not ten feet away and gasped out a sob. She turned and fled into the house to cling to Aubrey’s father for comfort of which he had little to spare. But he held her and rocked her soothingly as silent sobs shook his own body. It was not the loss of her brother than brought Aubrey pain. It was the knowledge that on her passing there would be no such show of grief or tenderness of her memory.

Aubrey settled her shoulders and limped into the house, shutting the door behind her. She swept her hat off her head, letting her golden locks fall to her shoulders. The blonde placed her hat on the round table in the foyer and looked around, taking in every detail and noting that nothing had changed in the slightest.

“How….how did it happen?”

She turned her head toward her father and raised a brow. “He picked a fight with the wrong outlaw and her wife took exception.” It fell heavy as a stone between them, her sobbing mother oblivious to her words or their meaning. But her father was not. His sharp gaze cut to her and she nodded once in confirmation of what he was silently asking. Yes. He had been coming after Aubrey herself.

“You killed my boy? You murdered your own blood?” Rage filled his eyes and he shoved her mother away roughly, the bit of warm compassion evaporating under the burning heat of hate. “I should have killed you when you were a child. Drowned you in the river…” He advanced on her in two steps but her gun was in her hand and cocked before the third step fell.

“I did not kill him, though I would have. Your boy? Your boy was nothing more than a bully and tormentor.” She hadn’t wanted it to come to this but she had known she might need to defend herself, had mentally prepared for it because the house was not the only thing that remained unchanged. He had never loved her, or even liked her before, and now that she was the cause of Avery’s death he loathed her.

“And you are nothing more than a thief and a whore.” Her mother gave a sharp sob but she didn’t argue it and she didn’t get up from her place on the floor where she had been cast off. She wanted to be angry but she couldn’t muster it. She was just too tired of the oppressive weight to living in Gerrard Posen’s mighty shadow. “You may walk out of this house, girl, but I will have the law after you. And the Devil will take you to his bosom when they hang you from your neck. You are a curse and a blight upon the name of Posen.”

Aubrey’s chuckle was soft and he glared at her audacity in mocking him. “He may very well do that, I’ll send your son my regards when I get there.”

It was too much for him and he roared, intending to rush her and take her to the ground. She had no doubt he would choke the life from her if he managed to get his meaty hands around her throat. He’d done it once before only stopping when a fire had sparked in the fields. A fire she suspected was started by Josiah’s father, Big John. Aubrey didn’t wait to find out if she was right or not, she pulled the trigger and shot into the ground at his feet as a warning.

Her mother screamed and covered her ears with her hands. Her father paused only a moment before he continued to lunge. It felt like she had all the time in the world to bring her gun up and aim at his chest. She was already thumbing back the hammer but the soft click was no more a deterrent than the warning shot she had just fired. She thought she would be sad or broken about pulling the trigger a second time. She thought that she would feel….something from taking his life, but she felt nothing at all. Her mother gave another scream and finally lifted from her place on the floor to run to her husband’s side.

“What have you done Aubrey?! What have you done??”

The barrel of her still smoking gun dipped and she wearily holstered it with a shake of her head. “I showed a mercy that was never shown to me.” She opened the door and snagged her hat off the table, sparing one last glance at the house she once called home and the woman she once called mother. “I didn’t come here to kill him, but I’m not sad he’s dead.”

Aubrey stepped out on to the porch and settled her hat on her head. Josiah was staring at her, one hand on Roan’s neck idly stroking. The flutter of red caught her attention and Aubrey’s lip curled in disgust. Anger finally broke through her apathy and she reached up to tear down the confederate flag, balling it and tossing it in the dirt as she made her way down the steps.

“Are you alright Miss Aubrey?”

She didn’t rightly know. But she wasn’t going to sit around there figuring it out. Aubrey strode purposefully to her horse and Josiah cautiously helped her climb up into the saddle. “I will be but Gerrard will not. Best call the doctor up here…and Josiah? Burn that garbage and any other rebel banner you find.”

He gave a slow nod and looked toward the door to the house. “I saw you go north.”

She gave the reins a tug to turn Roan around and raised a brow in question. “What?”

“When they come for you….I saw you leave north.”

He reached up a hand and Aubrey clasped it in hers, understanding fully what he meant. “You’re a good man Josiah, may God bless you.”

Hooves thundered down the path and she smiled as her family rode up to meet her. Josiah ducked his head and smiled up at her. “Where will you really go?”

“Where ever they go, I go.” Aubrey clicked her tongue and Roan trotted forward leaving the weight of her past behind her with every step.  

[ilovelocust]

The Flower And The Bee

Note: Finally, the BeePlant AU is here, or at least the first story. Considering the premise, I figured I should start with their first meeting, and then go write the kinkier stuff later.

This is based on a series of thoughts I had (starts here). Basic premise, Bee People and Plant People exist :D

Enjoy guys, and yes, I would love to hear your thoughts about what I should write next for this verse.

When he was young, the nursemaids used to tell his brood stories about a dangerous plant with the sweetest scent. Bee’s who came across that smell would lose their wills and be helpless but to follow it back to its source. Once they were in range, the plant would snatch the hapless bee out of the air and gobble them up before they could so much as scream. It wasn’t just a fairytale, such plants once existed in the hive’s territory, but the bees had uprooted them all generations ago. Still, the flower in front of him now calls back to those stories.

He’s so…tempting. Petals soft pink, lush, and delicately layered, yet still spread wide and welcoming from the plant’s hips. A luxurious spread Keith could get lost in if he wanted. Bury himself down between the petals, surrounded in their silky texture, hidden so well not even the plant himself would be able to find him. Displays like this don’t exist near the hive. The flowers there are too close together. Their roots fighting for enough nutrients to sustain themselves. They keep their petals close, bright and eye catching, but ultimately small and often poor places to rest.

A dark green vine curls invitingly, it’s thick with age but scarred with violence. Another difference from the flowers back home, the hive protects them from any who would do them harm, but the bees don’t wander this far out. Not unless they are Keith.

The flower smiles, spreading his petals open further. Keith flits back and forth in the air. It looks so enticing down there, soft and comfy, and the flower is so big. All alone, the king of his domain. He must have so much nectar, and wouldn’t Kolivan be more likely to let Keith wander if he brought something back for once? Really if he was one of those bee eating flowers, wouldn’t he have tried to pull Keith down by now? Yes, yes, he’s being silly hesitating up here, when what he wants is down there.

Keith dives, a little too enthusiastically, as he promptly bounces his landing and sprawls face first into the the gap between torso and petal. Perfect first impression, truly the flower shall be dazzled by his grace. Maybe he can just suffocate himself and skip the flower regretting luring him down in the first place. Something strong and thin wraps around his waist and he is tugged up and out. The vine sets him down on his knees in front of a clearly amused plant man.

“Hi,” The man says, voice strained in the tell tale signs of trying not to laugh. Keith’s cheeks grow hot, and he ducks his head before he spontaneously combusts on the spot, “Oh now, don’t be shy,” A finger pokes his forehead, tilting his head back up, and he’d almost be mad, if it wasn’t such a nice view. Sharp jaw paired with equally sharp eyes, and a torso the same perfect shade of pink and worth thorough exploration. The petals were beautiful but the man is gorgeous.

“Hi,” Keith says, because apparently his brain doesn’t work around pretty things.

The flower dazzles him with another smile, “I’m Shiro,” Shiro says, that’s a pretty name. It fits him, “Who might you be?”

“Keith,” He says, “Keith of the Mamora Hive,” Normally the hive would be implied, but while Shiro is technically rooted within his hive’s territory, he’s so far out it isn’t strictly patrolled. Bee’s from other hives could easily slip in.

“The Mamora Hive!” Shiro claps his hands in delight, “So it still exists, I was worried for you all. I’d heard the war was going poorly.”

Keith frowns. There is only one war in recent memory that Shiro could be referring to, at least he hopes it is the one Shiro is referring to, and it had been over for a year now. Exactly how long has it been since Shiro last had a visitor? “It was. Many were lost,” Most of his generation had fallen, “But we pushed them back and we are rebuilding.” If they can just keep everyone fed, then soon the younger generations will grow up and they’ll be at full strength once again.

“That’s so good to hear. Was it because of Kolivan? I heard he was a genius at strategy,” Shiro asks, crowding forward in eagerness. Keith has to lean back for space. This isn’t how these things normally go. It’s not that bees and flowers aren’t friendly and don’t gossip. Just normally a flower that hasn’t been serviced in a while is a little more eager to get down to business.

“He is. We couldn’t have held out without him,” Keith says, then hesitates, “Do you want to, uh,” Keith gestures down to where he’s sure a stamen is hiding among the petals, then back to himself, “It sounds like it’s been a while.”

Shiro’s face falls, and he could swear the flower actually wilts around him, “Oh, I guess you have to get going, busy bee, right?” Shiro’s laugh lacks real mirth, and it digs at Keith’s heart.

Keith looks around the little hollow he found Shiro in. There’s sun, grass, rock walls just high enough to block out the harsh wind, but not a single other living soul in sight. Stupid, he’s so stupid, “The hives pretty far,” At least a quarter of a days flight, he’d really wandered off the beaten path, “Maybe we could exchange, then we could chat while I rest up for the trip home?” Keith offers. It’s logical, this flower looks more than capable of wearing him out, and it’s no fun flying while tired. Shiro gets his company, and Keith can fly home fully rested. Win-Win.

Shiro perks up, bouncing Keith slightly, “You’ll stay and talk after?” Shiro asks, eyes big and hopeful.

“Sure, no one is expecting me back until after dark,” Keith ruffles the flower’s hair, glancing down at that spectacularly chiseled torso again, “And your much prettier company.”

Shiro’s cheeks turn a darker shade of pink a second before Keith finds himself wrapped up in strong arms, “Little bee, I’m going to fill you up so good, you’ll be fat and leaking with it,” Shiro whispers into his ear. Keith shivers, fluttering his wings.

“That’s what they all say,” Keith says in a voice that’s a little bit too breathless to be cheeky, “But can you deliver?” Flowers will promise all the nectar in the world to get him to spread their pollen, but so few can provide a decent bellyfull.

“More than you can carry,” Shiro promises, and Keith can’t help but believe him.

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Every flower has their own style. Some treat it as a mere trade, boredly giving their due to the hive. Some make a loud production of the whole affair, showing off for their neighbors. Some even make Keith do all the work, but Shiro’s style, Shiro’s style is one he could quickly get addicted to.

Lovely strong vines wrap around his knees, pulling him back and around into the position Shiro wants him. Suspended mid air, arms pinned to his torso, and thighs spread as wide as they will go. Perfectly accessible and completely unable to escape no matter how hard he beats his wings. Keith squirms in anticipation.

Shiro laughs, “Impatient much?” Shiro asks, running appreciative fingers under his cock to his waiting hole.

Soft touches are nice but Shiro’s stamen is still hidden, and that just makes this all a tease, “Show it to me,” Keith buzzes his wings in emphasis. Shiro smiles softly, but doesn’t look up from where he’s exploring Keith’s skin, “Or have you forgotten what to do with a bee?” Keith goads, because no one has ever claimed he doesn’t do everything full throttle.

That gets him a look, a glint of challenge accepted, “Is this what you wanted?” Shiro asks, and Keith see his first glimpse of the main event, slipping out into the open. Shiro’s stamen is big, just like his display, just like the rest of him. Well fed and fat, he could mistake it for another vine if not for the familiar shape of it’s blunt head. He must have been a very good person in another life to have earned a reward like this.

Shiro smirks, letting the tip of his stamen slip up Keith’s calf, “Do you like what you see?” Shiro asks, trailing the head higher, leaving a slick wetness in its wake.

“Yeah,” Keith says, mouth suddenly dry, “I’d like to feel it even more, though.”

“I think I can manage that,” Shiro says, and Keith doesn’t miss how dark his eyes have gotten.

One of the benefits of being a bee is he’s built for this. If Shiro’s hold on him was only a little looser, he’d already be riding that pollinator for all he’s worth, but as it is, all he can do is quiver, ready and eager, as the blunt head teases the sensitive flesh around his hole.

Keith whines, “Come on, don’t yo-” Shiro pushes in and Keith cuts off with a gasp. It’s heaven. Shiro doesn’t tease him now, forcing his entrance's muscles to accommodate his girth in a delicious stretch, then feeding himself deeper. Shiro’s stamen is longer than Keith’s torso, and it feels like he’s trying to fit every inch of it into him. Deep beautiful pressure in his gut, more and more, until his body simply refuses to let anything else in.

Keith moans. Shiro wiggles inside him, trying to get in just that little bit more, “Look at you, taking so much of me,” Shiro pants, big hands spread Keith’s cheeks, for a better view of his twitching hole, “I’m going to make you feel so good, little bee.” Keith keens, and that’s all the encouragement Shiro needs. He pulls back and thrusts in again hard, knocking Keith’s breath away.

It’s a ride, a beautiful messy ride, that makes his eyes cross and his toes curl. When one of Shiro’s vines comes to his lips dripping sweet nectar, he doesn’t wait to be told what to do. Lapping at the slit and trying to suck down mouthful after mouthful of the golden liquid. Too blissed to care if the jostling of being fucked has it dribbling down his chin and smearing his cheeks.

“What a messy little bee you are. Look how much you’re wasting,” Shiro says, fake stern, “Let me fix that.” Keith cries out as his head’s yanked back by his hair, and Shiro’s vine takes the opportunity to thrust into his open mouth. Keith gags as the vine slips past his tongue and down into his throat, then he the flood gates open. It’s like trying to drink from a waterfall, a heavy torrent of liquid rushes freely into his stomach. No longer inhibited by how much he can swallow. Shiro starting to make good on his promise of filling him.

The pace behind him grows harder and faster, as the nectar pours into his stomach. First the fullness of a good meal, next the over eating of a feast day, then his belly starts to swell. Growing fat and round, as if he’s a queen filled with hundreds of eggs. There’s so much, it feels as if he might burst from it all. Then Shiro’s pulling out of his mouth and Keith’s gasping, a second before Shiro’s stamen slams home and he’s being filled from the other end.

There shouldn’t be any room left, but Shiro’s seed finds more. Building the pressure inside him until he’s ripe and tight as a drum. Maybe he moans maybe he groans as Shiro finishes. It could be either. Pleasure achey fullness in equal measure.

There is a moment of perfect stillness, the flower riding his after glow. Then the vines are manipulating him again. The stamen doesn’t leave his hole, keeping him nice and plugged up, as Shiro gently lays Keith’s back against his chest. This time he does groan, if he never has to move again it will be too soon. He can see his stomach now, its obviously swollen, but not nearly as bad as it feels. Though it feels like he could imitate a ball, so how much that says is up to debate.

Shiro pets his stomach, very proud of his work, leaving little kisses along Keith’s neck. He let’s himself go lax under the attention. It’s nice and soft in the best of ways. He moves his head to the side, to give Shiro easier access and is rewarded with a hand slipping under his round belly, searching out his hard and neglected cock. He sucks in a breath, “You don’t have to,” Keith says, starting to reach down himself, before the liquid inside him sloshes unpleasantly, “I can take care of it myself, in a minute.”

“Let me,” Shiro rumbles against his skin, “I like to take good care of my visitors.” Bee’s generally deal with that specific need themselves, thankfully, if a flower jacked him off every time he exchanged, he’d be rubbed raw on his busy days, but with a stomach full of nectar and a gorgeous flower cuddle around him, precedent seems a very poor ground to stand on.

“Okay,” Keith says, and Shiro kisses his cheek.

Shiro’s hand is soft as it wraps around him, and now that Keith is too tired to move and goad, he takes his time. Slowly working Keith, as Shiro’s free hand wanders and caresses. Lips peppering him with soft kisses and cleaning him of spilled nectar with little kitten licks wherever he can reach.

Keith comes with a sigh, sticky over Shiro’s hand. Eyelids fluttering closed in the afterglow. Later, they will talk until the sun goes down. Later, Keith will struggle to keep his heavy body in the air on his flight home, but now, he’s going to take a nap.

[michelleloc17]

Saitama x Female!Reader part 5

There was a slight fear that sparked in (Name's) chest that being asked about Saitama wouldn't be surprising to her anymore. Why? Because everyone asked about him. Due to all the commotion from gossiping and stories, there was hardly anyone in the Association who didn't know about the new couple. Like I said. It spreads. For (Name), it had begun subtly. After a week back from the hospital, the female was making her usual rounds through corridors in HQ and greeting some heroes she had befriended since her time here. Saitama had begged her to move in with him, but felt a bit self conscious about it. Politely, she declined her awesome boyfriend, who would plaster on a pouty face whenever she denied his request. On her way back to her quarters, (Name) had picked up a small snack accompanied by a bottle of (fav. Drink), one of her favorite beverages. Upon walking back to her room though, she found her feet dragging a bit and her body tip forward in a slight trip, her drink and the snack falling to the floor with a thud. Cursing to herself, (Name) struggled to pick it up, due to the pain in her shoulder but was stopped by a shorter lady with bright green hair. The (h/c) haired female gazed down at the shorter one as she bent down to pick it up, and handed it to her. This stranger was very pretty, with a toned slightly muscular body and a form fitting black dress that flowed out at her legs but were cut into thick slits. Her green hair matched her equally dashing green eyes and her face even though looking stern held a slight hint of mischievousness within them. Taking the drink and snack from her, (Name) immediately thanked her, as the other female nodded. "Don't mention it. You're the Caped Baldy's girl, correct?" The shorter female pointed up to her, and upon that mention, (Name) flushed a tad, smiling. "Y-Yes. Saitama is my boyfriend. I'm (First Name) (Last Name)." She replied, bowing politely as the green haired lady nodded, a slightly impressed smirk on her face. "Hm, you may call me Tornado. I'm a bit shocked though." The female, or Tornado commented, placing a finger on her chin as she literally looked (Name) down from head to toe. (Name) blinked at her, confusion etched in her expression. "Shocked? Why?" The female asked, as Tornado folded her arms across her chest. "How did Saitama end up with a girl like you? You're too pretty for him. Unless it's out of pity you're dating him." The green haired female exclaimed, making it seem like (Name) was completely out of Saitama's league to be with her. The comments honestly hurt the (h/c) haired female, but she controlled herself, trying to be positive. "Oh, well we've been friends since we were children. I've had feelings for him for quite a while, and he's very good to me." (Name) smiled at the ground, recollecting on their first week officially as a couple. He was still the same, but his actions did change slightly. He was always flustered with her, and when other men where around them, sometimes Saitama would keep her closer or claim he was cold just so he could receive a hug from her in front of other men just to say: hey, she's mine. When it got late after she had spent most of her day with him and Genos, Saitama would walk her home and cuddle with her till she fell asleep, then would walk back to his room his mood light and giddy. Tornado took note to her expression and nodded. "Well, alright. But if he gives you any trouble I will not hesitate to kick him in the ass." She huffed, softly pounding her left palm with her right fist. Those words made (Name) smile more genuinely, and she as well felt her head nod. "Thank you for that. Girls have to look out for each other, right?" (Name) commented, earning a soft laugh from the shorter one. "If you need anything," Tornado spoke, waving as (Name) stepped in her room, gazing back at the green haired female. "You can come to me." As the female shut the door to her room, Tornado found herself quickly turning a corridor and sighing. Reaching up, she pressed a button on sometime of head gear she had hidden from sight with her hair, and soft static rang through her ears. "Yes, it's Tornado." "No! She's not with me you idiot!" "No...she seems really nice. I don't think she's a threat." "You do anything to her, I'll fuck your shit up." "Why do I care? Don't ask me why, because I don't care." After that, (Name) was constantly bombarded with questions about her darling boyfriend and herself, and it seemed she had gained a new friend at the Association. After meeting Tornado, despite others talking bad about her, had become good friends with the green haired female. Tornado was glad there was another female that had a seemingly good head on her shoulders, and wasn't a weirdo like most of the female heroes or staff members at the Association. She was just a normal person, which sometimes Tornado wished to be, and was glad she wasn't some crazy fan-girl or something. (Name) was also introduced to the fact that Tornado was blessed with amazing psychokinetic powers, meaning she could move anything and carry things with only her mind. The female had realized Tornado had these powers when the green haired female literally flung a man all the way across the room after he did something (Name) could only assume Tornado was not pleased with. It had been roughly two weeks after meeting Tornado when (Name) was literally dragged one day out of HQ to go someplace that the green haired female called, "A Sacred Place." (Name) was uneasy at the fact she was doing this, but hesitantly complied, following her. Going to a location where she had no idea where it was at was not the only thing that made the (h/c) colored female uncomfortable. Living in the Association, there were a set of rules that every hero who lived there had to live and abide by. (Name) residing in the living spaces of HQ also had to follow these rules, and there was one important one she and Tornado were about to break. Leaving HQ without Authorization. Heroes were upon strict orders to report when and where they were leaving to, if it be fighting a villain or just to visit family, everything had to be recorded. This is to prevent a possible emergency if certain heroes were needed to defeat a monster. If they failed to locate a needed hero, then that may lead to mass destruction and more casualties that could've been prevented. Running quickly behind her, they turned a corner to see a guard at the end of the road leading into the main entrance of the Association. Upon seeing the two coming, he stepped in front of the barricade that prevented easy passing and blew noisily on a whistle. "Stop! I need authorization before you pass!" The guard called out, as the two females got closer. "Tornado? I don't think we can go--" "Here! Leave it to me." The green haired female raised her hand still running with (Name) following, and a bright green aura began to form around her palm, lacing through her hair and making her eyes glow. The guard suddenly froze still, standing with his eyes blank and his expression dull as the two easily passed by him. After reaching a good distance away from him, Tornado's glow disappeared and she slowed her running to a stop. Huffing slightly, (Name) stopped behind her, still at shock at what she had just witnessed. "What...what did you do to that guy?" The female gasped for air, her shoulders heaving as her heart thumped violently in her chest. Tornado's breathing was also ragged, because she usually didn't run, she would just fly everywhere. Swallowing a lump in her dried out mouth, she lazily pointed to the guard far off from them and coughed. "He's okay. I just..." she had to let herself breath for a second. "I just erased his memory of seeing us. I knew if we just left without authorization he would definitely tell higher ups, and we'd get in trouble." She felt her breathing slowly go normal again and she stood straight, placing her hands proudly on her hips. (Name) gazed back to see the man now going about his business like they had never passed through, and turned back to smile brightly at Tornado. "That's amazing! That could really come in handy someday!" The location Tornado was wanting to take (Name) was a place that (Name) was not really expecting. The two had to take a train and use some flying to reach a small town accompanied by a range of mountains and a beautiful body of water. Gazing down at the scenery below her, (Name's) eyes brightened. "It's so pretty, Tornado! What is this place?" She asked as Tornado held her easily with her psychokinesis. Gazing down at the town herself, Tornado felt a small smile grace her lips and her eyes held, nostalgia. "This is the town where my sister and I grew up." (Name) sat quietly in the grass with her bare feet dunked from her mid calfs in the lake. The water was absolutely refreshing, and the breeze was nice to feel. Tornado was sitting beside her, her legs tucked close to her with her chin resting on her knees. Her eyes were gazing at the water, and from time to time she would fling some rocks with her powers to skid on the water. "I'm assuming this is that Sacred Place you were going on about." (Name) hummed slightly as she spoke, tilting her head back to bask in the slowly setting sun over the mountain side. Not a lot of people lived in this town as (Name) was informed by Tornado, who seemed more happy as she talked about her past and childhood. "Yes, this is my Sacred Place. If anything were to happen to this place, I don't know what I'd do." Tornado sighed, turning her head for her cheek to rest on her knees. The female beside her nodded, reaching to gently touch her injured shoulder that was resting on its sling. "You care about this place a lot...why'd you take me here?" (Name) asked, her head now turned to Tornado, who's calm face tensed. "Well...you've been getting a lot of pestering from a lot of people in the Association about you and Saitama...and I thought you'd appreciate a breather." Tornado huffed slightly, a tint of pink dusting her cheeks. (Name) giggled watching as the S hero pouted slightly, and nodded. "I appreciate your concern...but I really miss Saitama. Can we start to head back?" The (h/c) female gently took her feet out of the water and shook off some water from them to sip on her shoes again. She really did miss Saitama. This was the first time in weeks they hadn't seen each other at least once everyday. She had been gone all day. Tornado nodded softly, standing up and stretching. "Yeah, we can leave. But there's another reason why I've brought you here." "Another reason?" Tornado nodded, glancing from the lake then back to (Name) who's (e/c) eyes were intent on her. "You know your boyfriend has immense power." "Right." "And you know he can basically defeat anyone with one punch." "Correct." "Well...the Association picked up something when you came back to Japan." "When I came to the Association for the first time? That was like 7 months ago." (Name) was slightly alarmed that the Association was extremely nosy in her business, but stayed silent as Tornado explained. "They noticed his strength falter a bit, and their first assumption was that you for some reason was draining his power. That made the Association suspicious of you." Tornado gazed up for a second to see (Name's) expression. The look on her face held many emotions, some that Tornado couldn't quite make out, but she continued. "They wanted me to spy on you. To see if you had any bad intentions on the Association. But clearly you do not. I actually consider you to be a friend, and you have to be very special to be my friend!" The green haired female exclaimed, a hand placed on her chest as she spoke. "...Let's just go back, Tornado." (Name) whispered with her gaze glued to the ground. "Take me back." Returning to the Association, (Name) went to the first place that came into mind. Saitama's quarters. Having a spare key to the room, she slipped into the room and passed the living room, kitchen and bathroom and toward Saitama's own room. By the time Tornado and (Name) had gotten back from their little adventure it was already night, and barely managed to escape getting caught. Walking into the dark bedroom, she saw Saitama's sleeping figure sprawled on his bed with the pillows and blankets all askew. (Name) let out a yawn, taking off her jacket and shoes to crawl to Saitama's side. The movement on the mattress caused Saitama to stir slightly, and slowly his eyes peeled open to see a figure laying right beside him. As usual, he didn't think much of it. But he turned slightly to flick on the bedside lamp to show his beautiful girlfriend, who had her eyes closed. "(Name)!" Saitama exclaimed, but not too loud as to be considerate. (Name) opened her eyes once again to smile up at her excited boyfriend, and leaned in to greet him with a kiss. The bald man returned the kiss, hugging her tight but keeping mind to her hurt shoulder. "I missed you so much..." Saitama admitted, nuzzling her close. (Name) reached up and placed her hand on Saitama's cheek, apologizing. Saitama didn't want to make a big deal of it, but he noticed her demeanor. Something was eating at her, but he didn't know what. He understood from experience that if someone was upset, it was in the best interest to not bug them to admit why their upset. How would he go about doing this? After the female apologized it was quiet for a moment, with just the two of them cuddling together in bed. Suddenly, (Name) felt cold finger tips crawl under her shirt and touching her stomach. The sensation made the female yelp slightly, and she held onto Saitama's shoulders in panic. "Saitama, what are you doing? You're hands are fucking cold!" (Name) hissed, as the bald mans mouth placed itself on her jaw, sucking on her skin softly. His hands went higher on her torso and placed themselves on her breast, gently reaching to unclasp her bra. "Sai, a-answer me! What's gotten into you??" She squealed when she felt his tongue lap on her neck and travel to her collarbone, causing her to let out a soft moan. Saitama had successfully unclasped the bra and it now hung loosely on (Name's) shoulders. The females cheeks were flushed a bright red, her eyes half lidded gazing up at her boyfriend, who was now on his knees with his body caged around her. "As long as you trust me, there's no need to worry." He whispered, tucking some strands of (h/c) behind (Name's) ear, and smiling. "But I want you to know I respect you, so I'm asking for your consent. All I want to do is please you." His face was gentle, unlike his usual bored expression or the occasional serious expression. He sound and looked contempt and happy. (Name) look back at him, feeling a smile perk up on her lips, and she reached out to wrap her arms around his neck. "You have my consent. Please me..." she whispered, before leaning into a more loving and passionate kiss. As morning hit the the windows and showed through the cracks of the blinds, it's light shines brightly on the sleeping face of (Name) who awoke to find herself cuddled tightly in the bare arms of her hero Saitama, who was still peacefully asleep. The female smiled lightly, placing her hands on his bare chest and she laid quietly in his arms, watching his sleeping face. It was when she realized both herself and Saitama were completely naked when she remembered the events of last night. Whoo, she'd be sore for a couple of days.