#as the sun moves across the view its so fucking easy to adjust it

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look at the sun boy

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Heat Waves (Chapter 1: A Warm Welcome)

(Very) Brief Summary: Reader is a government contractor joining the team in Benghazi.  (Eventual Tanto x Reader) (2,684 words)

Chapter 2

Foreword: In this series, the reader will be loosely based off of Nikita from the TV show Nikita (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikita_(TV_series)). The reader has an extensive background in black-ops and is currently an independent contractor working with the department of defense in coordination with the executive branch. If you have any questions about the character, feel free to reach out to me and I can clarify. The story will generally follow the plot of the movie with the exception of a few scenes. Lastly, the POV will shift throughout the story, a change in POV will be signaled by a line.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I have a full plot already set up but it has been a long time since I’ve written a fic. I’m so sorry if the writing is kinda shitty but I really wanted to get it down in writing. I hope you like it!

You closed your eyes and rested your head against the headrest, trying to find an ounce of comfort in the cramped seat. The dull hum of the plane was cut through by various murmurs amongst the travelers. After a minute or two, you deemed the effort fruitless, letting out a frustrated sigh. Instead, you opened your eyes and looked out the window, watching as the monotonous view trailed by. For the next several weeks, maybe even months, you’d once again become acclimated to discomfort. This shitty seat is probably as good as it gets, you thought. The department will likely have you shacked up in some storage closet on a grimy 20-year-old cot. You have had worse and at least you’d be occupied. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Silva shift. You turned, watching him from a row back, across the aisle. He grimaced as he took off his wedding ring, putting it into a small metal container. He didn’t appear to notice your gaze as you turned your attention back to the window, the heat already radiating in. You felt sorry for him. Leaving people behind is never easy, especially kids. Luckily, you didn’t have that problem. 

As the plane began its descent you skimmed the team comp in your head. You’d been thoroughly briefed on the contractors, on top of all the research you had done on your own. You were joining alongside Jack Silva. A family man in real estate. Pushed to fly back overseas for the money to support his family. From all that you had seen, he’s a good guy. He seemed to be good company. It’ll be nice to not be the only strange face, you thought.

You readied yourself. Benghazi is far worse than most believed. Ever since the department even suggested you might be helpful here, you’d been keeping track of the chaos. It was only a matter of time before it erupted into a full-blown civil war. 

As the landing zone came into view you checked your hijab, making sure not a hair was out of place. You wore a casual white button-down shirt with a gray tank top underneath. You unfolded the sleeves, covering as much of your skin as possible. Given the heat, you’d love to run out in something a little more breathable, but the beige cargo pants would have to do. Next, you checked your “cello” case that sat in the seat next to you. Moving the strap towards you for a quick and effortless disembark. Being you had its perks, one of which was bringing some of your own firepower. 

You cracked your neck as a familiar ding came over the com. 

“Welcome to Benghazi.”

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The two men settled into the car, watching over all the civilians walking past. Rone leaned forward, pulling a handgun out of the back of his pants. “It’s loaded.” Jack accepted the gun readily, cocking it within his lap. 

“How’s the team here?” 

“Good. Three ex-marines, one ex-army ranger. It’ll be nice to have some more team guys around.”

Jack briefly glanced back at Rone. “Guys?”

“Yeah. We’re waiting on one more before we head out.”

“You work with him before?”

“Nope. Defense department assigned her.”

Jack furrowed his brow slightly, pursing his lips in surprise. “Alrighty then, what’s she look like?” Jack looked more intently for another westerner standing out like a sore thumb. 

“No idea. I’ve been told that she will find us.”

“Oh how ominous.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lip. 

Rone hummed in agreement as he eyed the rearview mirror. Out of the crowd, a body began to beeline towards the car. “Think that’s her.”

Jack nonchalantly stretched, turning towards the back of the car to catch a look. 

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You approached the dust-covered truck, already craving shade from the burning sun. Your sunglasses did little to protect your eyes from the glare off of the ground. As you got closer, you could see Tyrone eying you from the side mirrors. You adjusted the straps of both your cello case and your duffel, making sure not to make any sudden movements. You made your way to the driver’s side door, turning to face him. “You Tyrone?” you asked, knowing full well it was.

“Yes, Ma’am. And you are?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Hop in.”

You nodded, moving back towards the rear of the car. Swinging the back door open, you threw your stuff onto the ground next to the seat. Leaving just enough room for you to climb in. As you sat down, you angled yourself towards Jack so that you could have a proper introduction. He noticed your movement, turning back to face you. He reached out his hand for a handshake. 

“Jack Silva”

You took his hand. “Y/N.” 

He settled back into his seat as Rone started the car. “Just Y/N?”

“Just Y/N.” You affirmed. 

As Rone made his way through the city they began to catch up, making friendly jabs at each other. You yanked your duffel towards you, rummaging through the various clothes. You could feel Jack’s eyes peeking at you ever so often through the mirror, making sure you weren’t doing anything unsavory. Trust is earned.  Finally, you found your shoulder holster. You unbuttoned your shirt, throwing it on the seat beside you. You put on the holster, adjusting the straps as needed so that it sat comfortably. After you were satisfied you again began to look through your luggage, pulling out two black pistols. You loaded a magazine into both of the guns. The sound quickly drew the attention of both men as the conversation briefly paused before they returned to their conversation. You paid them no mind, knowing that any response would probably make them more antsy. You then cocked them before placing them within your holster. Grabbing your shirt, you put it back on, leaving it unbuttoned. It was opaque enough to conceal your firearms as long as no one looked too close. 

“So, Y/N,” Rone directing the conversation towards you, “The Defense Department didn’t tell me much about you. What branch you from?” 

You turned from watching out the side of the car. “Covert operations.” 

That definitely piqued his interest. Jack let Rone do the questioning, but it was clear he was just as curious as him. 

“Alright. SEAL Team?”

“Uh, no. It’s a little more complicated.”

“Oh I get it, you’re on some James Bond shit huh.” He chuckled to himself as you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Pretty much.”

Rone left the questioning there, knowing he’d probably not get much more of an answer, at least not until you’d come to know him a bit better. The two of them shared a look before the car came to a sudden stop. 

“Shit. No, no, no, no, no this isn’t good.” Rone’s body tensed as he assessed the situation. 

Civilians began to run around the car, whimpering in fear. You straightened up, readying for a shit show. You positioned yourself in the middle of the back, between the two men so you could see as much as possible through the windshield. 

“Fuck.” Rone’s discomfort quickly seeped through his cool resolve. “Who the fuck are these guys?” 

“What do we got?” Jack stayed still, his eyes scanning over the various armed men.

“Brigade we coordinate with, February Seventeenth Martyrs. This ain’t them.” He looked back past you and he switched into reverse. Moving back a few feet, the path was blocked and the car jolted forward. “Shit we’re boxed in.”

You settled on your knees, carefully unclipping the straps keeping your guns in place, just in case. Both men leaned out of the window. Jack looking up towards the man on the balcony readied to run.

“We bailing?” He asked, voice calm and collected.

Rone, giving no response, pulled out his radio. “Base this is Rone. Come in, over.”

“This is Base, go Rone.”

“I’m in a Jam off Fifth Ring Road. I’m lookin’ at about 8 armed tangos here.”

“Copy that, sit tight.”

“Sit tight, that’s great advice.” Everyone in the car became increasingly more agitated as the armed militia made its way in your direction. 

You took a deep breath. “If we’re bailing we gotta do it now.” You glanced at your bags. You could leave the duffel. There wasn’t anything particularly important in there. The case on the other hand couldn’t be lost to a rampant terrorist cell, if you did, the government would be up your ass about it for at least another 10 years. You fidgeted slightly, knowing that the opportunity to flee was about to pass.

Jack clenched his jaw. “They got a KPV.”

Fuck this is bad. 

“Base we ain’t got all day.”

“Hey, Rone. They’re trying to get Feb 17 to back you up, but we’re coming.”

Deeming that transmission utterly useless, Rone whipped out his cell. “Oz I’m in a jam of Fifth Ring.”

“Ty.” Jack interjected as the men became uncomfortably close.

“Rone, 17 Feb QRF is being alerted.”

“Fuck that, the only Quick Reaction force I want is my guys.” Without an immediate response, Rone continued on. “Send them. I want my guys.” He said more adamantly. 

“Negative, Rone. Just hang in there.”

“Maybe I’m not making myself clear. I’m looking at multiple radical insurgents with AKs and a 50-cal technical set to blow my rover all the way back to Zimbabwe. Over.”

You watched as a man dressed in a disheveled suit made his way around the vehicles and debris. He’s the big guy.

“It’s not my call, brother.”

Goddamnit. Looks like we’re either talking our way through this, or we go out quick. The thought gave you the slightest bit of comfort.

Rone looked towards Jack frustrated. You could sense he felt an inch of guilt for getting his friend stuck in this hellhole.

“Here we go.” Jack said nonchalantly as he could given the circumstances.

You crossed your arms, giving yourself easy access to your handguns without looking too conspicuous. A man stood at the front of the rover, yelling something you couldn’t understand. He pointed his AK right at you, maybe it wasn’t on purpose but you couldn’t help but mentally scoff. Well, that’s not very nice.

“Welcome to Benghazi.”

The man in front banged on the hood as the leader moved towards the driver’s side window. Jack raised his hands up innocently as Rone smiled at the man. 

“Salaam.” Rone raised his badge up to the man in the suit as he gazed at him incredulously. “Libyan visa. Official. Libyan government.” The leader looked him up and down. 

The guy with the AK was now in Jack’s face. His gaze shifted forward, doing his best to remain calm despite the barrel of a gun being inches from his forehead.

“Friendly? Hm? Friendly?” Rone again gestured with his badge.

Rone whatever game you’re playing it better fucking work because last time I checked a friend of Al-Qaeda is no friend of ours. You did your best to blend into the back of the car, feigning as the harmless woman. 

“Pull over for inspection.” The leader said sternly.

Rone shook his head. “No.” 

“Pull over for inspection!” He was now angry, his voice shaking with every word.

Alright, this is how it’s gonna go. You crept your hands slightly closer to your guns.

Rone’s voice remained steady. “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t do that.”

The man at Jack’s door yelled once more. Banging his palm against the dirty surface. Then the slightest movement came from Jack. 

It’s showtime. You thought. You gripped your pistols and whipped them forward, pointing them as the secondary soldier positioned at the front of the rover. Jack and Rone acted similarly with Jack’s gun pointed across at the leader, and Rone’s gun pointed at the soldier beside the door. The soldier at the front adjusted his AK, pointing it more fervently towards the car. 

“Look up.” Rone pointed towards the sky with his empty hand, never moving his gaze from the leader’s eyes. “Go ahead, look up.” Some of the aggression left the leader as he looked towards the sky, confused. “You see the drone?” The man looked back down. “No? That’s okay. The drone sees you.”

Nice play, Rone. You thought to yourself. A couple of Americans? No problem. We don’t pose that much of a threat. But good ol’ American air support? Now that carries a little weight. 

“Sees your face. We know who you are.”

Jack, facing the soldier at his door, swallows hard. Keeping with Rone’s power play, he maintains eye contact.

“If anything happens to us, your home, your family, boom, gone. Give us the order to let us go.”

Jack, looking past the AK in his face, doesn’t flinch as the soldier gestures with his gun.

 “I want the car!” 

Within a brief moment, Jack and Rone switched their aim, with Jack now pointing his handgun at the soldier and Rone at the leader. You flinched ever so slightly at the movement, but you remained steady, watching for any worrisome movement amongst the militia. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You ignored the harsh metal of the rover digging into your knees. This was your guys’ only shot to make it out of this cramped alley. They had to think your little caravan of three had the power of the entire U.S. military revolving overhead when in reality, you were just three Americans with a couple of guns in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

“No, I’m not gonna do that.” Jack shakes his head, leaning forward towards the man. The energy around the car was beginning to shift. Despite the KPV having enough firepower to destroy your car, and about 5 cars behind you, you three possessed the upper hand. They recoiled at the barrel of your guns, not the other way around.

The leader’s eyes began to soften, his harsh exterior falling at the thought of losing everything. For a moment, you actually pitied him. “I earn the right to decide the future of my country.” You understood the sentiment behind his words. Once again the U.S. had shoved itself into the center of a country, with no right to do so. But you, and the men sat beside you, just wanted to keep others safe. You had no agenda.

“You’re talking to the wrong guy. How willing are you to die for your country? I’m ready to go right here, right now.” Easy, Tyrone. Don’t push it too far. 

The leader’s frown deepened as he considered the weight of Rone’s words. He slowly backed away from the car. “Leave here. While you still can.”

You stopped yourself from relaxing your figure even though it felt like the weight of the world had just been lifted off your shoulders. Rone leaned back into his seat, beginning to maneuver the car between the debris. Jack slowly lowered his pistol to the door as the car inched forward. You followed suit and lowered your guns into your lap. You could hear the leader yelling to his men, and their posture relaxed enough to show they weren’t an immediate threat. Air filled your lungs for the first time in what felt like 5 minutes, before you looked behind through the dusty back window, making sure the leader was true to his word and you weren’t about to get shot in the back. You settled back onto your seat, leaning back against the warm metal. You debated holstering your weapons but decided it was best to have them at the ready until you were within the walls of the base.

“We got air support?” Jack’s voice was calm but demanding. You knew the answer to his question but left Rone to give him the bad news. Rone didn’t take his eyes off of the road as he did his best to make it back to base in one piece. 

“We don’t have any fucking support.”

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Trenches, Part 2

Chapter 1: Thoughts of a Dying Atheist

CW: smothering, disordered eating (implied), manhandling, concussion, needles, noncon drugging

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @mnmlover2002 @ashintheairlikesnow @tears-and-lilies @utopian819

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"To make a long fucking story short," Mallory sighed as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were beginning to turn white. Nikolas turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Some kind of WikiLeaks knockoff got ahold of some emails and they're demanding money to keep them secret. We're hiding until the government negotiates," Mallory finally said. Rain pattered against the windshield, increasing in intensity as Mallory sped up.

There was nothing to be seen outside the window besides dirt, rocks, dead plants, and distant mountains. Mallory was fidgeting in his seat as he reached to turn on the radio. He was going over 100 miles per hour now, determined to make it to Reno before the sun went down. The desolate dirt road was filling him with anxiety.

He adjusted the rear view mirror to look into the backseat. Charlie was asleep with his head against the door. The hood of the Oxford hoodie hung over his eyes just enough to block out the light. Mallory put the mirror back in its place and flipped through the radio stations. The ones that had good connection weren't anything worth listening to.

Eventually, the signal fizzled out into nothing. Mallory let the static play. They soon reached Tonopah and pulled into a gas station. Charlie woke up when Mallory shut off the engine.

"Not a word, remember?" Mallory threatened quietly as they got out of the car. Charlie nodded.

"Good. You can get a snack and something to drink."

Nikolas had already disappeared inside the gas station. Charlie grabbed a bottle of Pepsi and a bag of Chex Mix before meeting Mallory at the register. He shoved his hands into the pocket of the hoodie, avoiding eye contact with the clerk. He could feel her eyes on him, examining the cut on his lip and the healing bruise on his brow. They finished the transaction and went back to the car, where Nikolas already pumping the gas.

Soon, they were off again. Charlie quietly nibbled on the Chex Mix and sipped his soda. It had been so long since he had junk food, never mind a soda. Nikolas was picking at pathetic salad while Mallory attempted to eat a protein bar one-handed. The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful, and Charlie had managed to sleep for most of it. They pulled up to the house an hour before sunset.

It was very industrial-looking, and sat on a hill. There was a view of the rest of Sparks and most of Reno. Mallory unlocked the door, and Charlie and Nikolas followed him inside. The pair froze when they heard footsteps coming toward them. Charlie was surprised to see Basil appear from the hallway.

"All clear, sir," Basil spoke. His eyes seemed to light up when he saw Charlie.

"Good, good. Alright. Nikolas, your room is down here, across from Basil's. Charlie, you're upstairs with me. Basil, I'm sending you into town to get some things," Mallory said as he walked into the kitchen, setting things down on the counter. He took a notepad out of a drawer and began making a list. He tore off the sheet and handed it to Basil, along with two-hundred dollars and his keys.

Basil glanced over the list before shoving it into his pocket. He left before Mallory could give him any new orders. Charlie stood awkwardly by the stairs as Nikolas went to his room and Mallory walked over to a window. He then felt something touch his leg, and looked down to find Sasha rubbing against his sweats.

"Sasha," Charlie said quietly as he leaned down to pick her up. He placed her on his lap as he sat down on the bottom steps.

"I missed you," he whispered. He could feel his throat tighten as tears formed in his eyes. Sasha snuggled against his hands as he pet her. It was the first bit of genuine affection he had received in months; it almost felt alien.

"She missed you," Mallory said as he reached for her. Charlie hadn't noticed him move. He whined against his will as Sasha was removed from his lap.

"You're really pathetic," Mallory jeered. He cradled Sasha in his arms as he walked back to the window. Charlie remained on the stairs until Basil returned with groceries. It was enough to feed the four of them for a week, maybe ten days if Charlie was given his usual portions.

"I'm going to have a bath. Nik, cook us something, will you?" Mallory said. Nikolas ended up making spaghetti. Charlie could tell he wasn’t very fond of cooking. After dinner, Charlie begrudgingly followed Mallory up the steps and into the bedroom. He stood awkwardly by the door.

“Just lie down somewhere. Not my bed, though,” Mallory said as he pulled back the sheets.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Charlie mumbled. Mallory stopped what he was doing and shot him a glare.

“Speak up if you’re going to talk to me like that. You know, you’re lucky I forgot your collar,” he hissed. Charlie let out a silent sigh and went to an empty corner of the room. He did his best to get comfortable, and he was grateful for the plush carpeting.

Mallory got into bed and shut off the light. He began to watch videos on his phone, much to Charlie’s annoyance. He just wanted to sleep. He did his best to block out the sound. After awhile, Mallory finally shut off the videos and settled. Charlie thought about grabbing a pillow and smothering him in his sleep.

Charlie was still wide awake long after Mallory had fallen asleep. He decided to creep downstairs to get a glass of water. Carefully, he stepped to the door and twisted the handle slowly. The door didn’t squeak, much to his relief. He slipped out of the door and down the steps successfully. He walked into the kitchen, but froze when he saw Nikolas there. Nikolas was sitting at the counter on his phone, eating a bowl of ice cream. He looked up and stared at Charlie for a moment before going back to what he was doing.

Charlie slowly continued to the cabinet where the glasses were. He kept glancing back at Nikolas as he got his water. He drank it quickly, practically chugging it before cleaning the glass and returning it to its place in the cabinet.

“Nikolas?” He said quietly. Nikolas looked up from his phone again.

“You won’t tell him, will you?” Charlie asked sheepishly. Nikolas shook his head.

Charlie went back upstairs and opened the door slowly. His blood ran cold when he saw Mallory sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Why’d you go downstairs?” He asked.

“I-I’m sorry, I just needed some water, and I didn’t want to wake you up by getting it from the bathroom,” Charlie replied. His grip on the door handle tightened as Mallory moved from the bed.

Charlie began to back out of the room as he was approached. He was nearing the stairs, and knew he couldn’t move any more.

“Then stay down there,” Mallory said. He pushed hard on Charlie’s shoulders, sending him backwards and down the stairs. Charlie hit the floor with a loud thud. His head smacked against the wood, causing his vision to double. Mallory went back into his room and slammed the door.

Charlie stayed where he was and fought back tears. His body was aching. His head began throbbing with sharp pains. He eventually tore his gaze away from the ceiling and looked over at Nikolas, who was staring at him. He then walked over, and shined the flashlight of his phone into Charlie’s eyes.

Nikolas nodded before going over to the couch and pointing at it. Charlie forced himself up, stumbling as he made his way to the couch. He sat down, and Nikolas shook his head. He gently pushed on Charlie’s shoulder to get him to lie down. After he did, Nikolas walked away. The room was spinning, and Charlie was becoming nauseated. He closed his eyes in attempt to stop the motion, but still felt as though he was on a boat.

He heard footsteps and opened his eyes again. Mallory was at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him. He eventually walked over and shined his own flashlight into Charlie’s eyes.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed, “your pupils are completely different sizes.” Nikolas returned with a syringe in his hand.

“No. I’m not wasting that on this,” Mallory protested.

Charlie began to gag and rolled off of the couch onto his knees. He got up as quickly as he could and rushed to the bathroom.

“Fine,” Mallory hissed, “give it to him.” Nikolas went to Charlie and gave him the serum. When they returned to the living room, Mallory was standing with his arms folded.

“I’m fucking exhausted. No more of this tonight. Come on,” Mallory said.

Charlie followed him back up the stairs. He went back into his spot in the corner and sat against the wall. Mallory fell asleep again quickly, while Charlie couldn’t even close his eyes. It wasn’t anything new for him. He hadn’t been able to sleep at night in months. He slept periodically throughout the day.

An hour passed, and Sasha began scratching at the door to be let out of the room. When Charlie opened it, Mallory woke up.

“Again?” He questioned.

“I’m letting her out,” Charlie said.

“I just want to fucking sleep,” Mallory groaned as he put his pillow over his head. Charlie’s mind drifted back to his earlier thought, and his heart raced. He could do it. The opportunity was there. He should have learned by now that taking risks never worked in his favor. But he hadn’t.

The first part was easy enough. He just pressed down as hard as he could. He wasn’t prepared for the struggle, though, and panicked. He had to get on top of Mallory to prevent him from moving any more. Mallory scratched at his arms hard enough to draw blood; it was dripping down, staining the pillow red.

Mallory was becoming weaker by the second. Charlie maintained his hold, until he looked over and saw Sasha looking at him from the floor. She let out a small meow, and a switch flipped in Charlie’s head. He abruptly stopped his assault and tore the pillow away. Mallory began violently choking in air. Charlie was frozen in place. Once Mallory had sufficient oxygen, he managed to flip Charlie onto the bed next to him, now becoming the one on top.

“What the hell was that?!” Mallory yelled as his fists sloppily rained down onto Charlie’s face. Charlie attempted to get words out, but only managed a few pained squeaks. Mallory got off of him after a few more seconds and rushed out of the room.

Charlie curled up into the fetal position with his hands covering his face. He was shaking violently now, and he couldn’t control his staggered breaths. Mallory soon returned to the room, and before Charlie could react, he felt a needle in his neck.

[feliix]

Patio Penetration ✦ PJM (18+)

✦  Pairing: Jimin x Reader ✦ Word count: 2k ✦  Rating: M 

✦ Genre: Smut, Romance, Fluff(ish), Established Relationship!AU ✦ Warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, explicit sex, creampie, fingering, teasing, dirty talk(?), Jimin has a big dick, like no foreplay, semi-public sex (maybe?), dom/sub themes (dom!jimin),a tiny bit of begging ✦ Summary: you burn your tongue on some takeout food and Jimin kisses it better

✦ Requested by @hobiance​ “time to unleash all of the requests ive been wanting to send u but didnt know i could heheheheh okay lets get this started. JIMIN + WINE.” and this anon “Hello!! I saw the drabble and thought maybe I could request from one of my favorite writers? 🥺 Could I have wine with our Jiminie? Maybe something about dates too 👉👈”

✦ A/N: Posting this at 3am because I have 0 self control and because Lainey told me to. also not edited bc its 3am and I’m nothing if not a mess ✦ Written for the BHQ Drinks and Drabbles game hosted by @bangtan-dreamland​​

It was a Saturday, and that meant it was date night. Tonight, Jimin had decided to pick up some takeout on his way home to have a little make-shift picnic on your patio. It wasn’t all that fancy, but it was intimate and it was special – just the way you like it.

Unfortunately, on Jimin’s venture home from the shop the food had become a little too cold for your liking. So naturally, you just threw what you could in the microwave for a minute or so and it was good as new.

Hot steam wafts off of your noodles and into the air, but that doesn’t stop you from digging in. Patience was a virtue, but it was not a virtue that you had ever learned.

Right on impact the hot noodles burned your mouth. Your immediate reaction is to suck air in through your teeth, attempting to cool down the temperature and relieve some of the pain from your burning tongue. An agitated groan leaves your mouth as you find the strength to chew and swallow your food – wincing from the burning feeling that was destroying your tastebuds.

Jimin glances in your direction, his eyes full of concern as his eyebrows quickly raise. By instinct he grabs the water placed beside you and hands you the glass. Graciously, you take it from his hand, chugging the ice cold liquid to soothe the blistering sensation garnering your mouth.

“Ow,” is the only word that you can muster out as you finish swishing the water around your mouth, momentarily easing the pain. With a deep sigh, Jimin raises from his seat, walking around the table to stand over you.

“Let me see,” he says, hand reaching for your chin to lift your head in his direction. As you tilt your head back you stick out your tongue for his viewing, the light chill of the air slightly easing the pain. He analyzes it closely, eyes narrowing in concentration as he looks at the affected area.

Sun still shining brightly onto your patio, you close your eyes. Once again you forgot to put on sunglasses before coming outside, big mistake. And then you feel it. His hot breath fanning over your face as he inches closer and closer. Your natural reaction to him being this close to you is to get turned on. How could you help yourself? He was just that attractive – even if he was just trying to be sweet and check your tongue for burns.

But you underestimate how sweet his intentions actually are. Or maybe they are, and the soft yet savory kiss that he leaves on your tongue was meant to be a sign of care. It could have been nothing more than just a nice gesture, but the arousal beginning to pool in your panties said otherwise.

You suck in a quick gust of air promptly in reaction to his plump lips meeting your tongue once again; you know this is no longer a gesture filled with good intentions. Snapping your head back into place, you meet his lust filled gaze. His eyes are narrowed and his tongue runs across his bottom lip enticingly. He’s taking in every inch of your body as he looks you up and down, and your stomach flips at the thought of him having you right here.

In an instance you are looping your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer to you. When your lips meet his you feel a rush of relief, the heat traveling through your veins and to your core awakening as his hands begin roaming your body. His fingers trace the hem of your top, lifting it swiftly while breaking your heated kiss to remove the garment. The light breeze brushes against your now bare stomach, small goosebumps rising to the surface as you connect your lips with his once more.

“Here?” You ask in a whisper, your foreheads pressed together as your gaze turns downward to his crotch. Just as you suspected – he was already growing hard.

A mumbled “yes” was Jimin’s only response – well that and ripping your pants off your body so fast that you almost fell off the chair you were seated on. “Flip over,” he says as his hand meets the small of your back, guiding you to stand up. Hands placed down on the chair you were just sitting in, you bend at the waist, ass  pointed in his direction as he fumbles with the buckle of his jeans.

Your heart raced as you waited for him to make a move. Desire was growing high and arousal was dripping down your thighs. Of course, this didn’t go without Jimin noticing. His hand parted between your legs, grazing its way up your thighs as he made his way to your entrance. The last thing on your mind was the lingering burning sensation on your tongue.

“Already so wet for me,” you shiver at his words as his fingers circle your entrance. All you could focus on was his erect member rubbing at your ass as the pads of his fingers smeared the wetness along your slit. As a digit brushes past your clit you instinctively wince, so sensitive to his touch it was becoming difficult to control your body. A high pitched moan leaves your throat as he begins rolling your clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly, making you keen over in pleasure.

His fingers trace the extent of your slit back until they meet your entrance once more. Swiftly, his fingers dip into the arousal pooling out of your core. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. The slow movement of just one finger plunging into your depths taking your breath away in an instant.

As arousal drenched his fingertips butterflies erupt in your tummy. It was getting harder and harder for your legs to support you and your arms were wobbly and unstable. “I can’t hold out much longer,” you say between breaths , doing everything in your power not to lose control right then and there.

“Not yet,” he orders, an arm wrapping around your stomach to stabilize you as he hovered over your shaking body. With this new position you could feel his tip poking against your entrance, teasing you. And with that was the tip of the iceberg. Clamping your thighs together, Jimin’s hand became immobile; trapped between your legs and no longer able to tease you.

“Jimin if you don’t stop I’m going to cum,” you choke out, tears beginning to gather in the corners of your eyes from holding back your much needed release. With a sneer like laugh he retracts his hand, leaving a quick slap to your ass cheek on his way back. Your muscles tighten one again, the knot in your stomach slowly starting to dwindle as he takes his member in his hand.

Jimin slowly begins pumping his shaft, making sure to gather the precum at his tip and coat his member in a beautiful mixture of the both of your juices. Your legs remain clenched together as you try to suppress the desire flooding your system. All you wanted was him to fuck you right here and now, and you were in no mood to beg tonight.

Leaning slightly forward onto your elbows, you arched your back lower, lifting your ass higher to try and get his attention. He was taking far too long and focusing on catching your breath was more important than asking for what you wanted at this point. What better way to tell him to fuck you already than to rock your hips back, causing the tip of his cock to rest against your ass?

“Use your words, Princess,” a smirk grows onto his face as he takes notice of what you’re trying to do. An agitated whine soon leaves your mouth. You were too tired to beg, and he had already wound you up enough.

“Jimin please,” you moan, “please just fuck me already.” Leg bouncing impatiently as you wait for him, he finally lines himself up at your entrance. A steep gasp passes through your lips as his cock slides itself into you; your velvety walls squeeze the veiny ridges of his member as you take him in.

A string of curses leaves his mouth as his shaft slides into your cunt. The arousal spilling from your hole coating his cock as you clench around him. Jimin’s hands find their place on your hips, holding you steady as you adjust to his size. Even after all this time together, every time you have sex feels like the first. Maybe it was cliché to think so, but acclimating to his size would never be easy. 

It was comfortable. Even though you were on your back patio where your neighbors could see you at any moment, the setting was beautiful and everything in this moment was perfect. The sun was just beginning to set and the passing breeze chilled the perspiration beginning to gather on your skin. You’ve never felt better than you do in this moment – speared on your boyfriend’s cock while you waited for your food to cool.

As Jimin began thrusting in and out of you, your hands took grip on the sides of the chair, holding on for dear life knowing what was in store. His movements were beginning to quicken rapidly, the sounds of his skin colliding with yours and the deep moans echoing from his throat filling your ears. Your chest heaves deeper and heavier with each of his movements, soft whines bubbling past your lips as he meets new places within your core.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groans, teeth clenching as you squeeze tightly around him. The familiar knot in your stomach was making its way back to you. The repetitive tap of Jimin’s tip deep inside you had you too far gone. With one powerful thrust, you were coming undone around him. Your legs soon begin to crumble underneath you before his arms wrap around you to catch you from falling.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth as you ride out your high, Jimin’s pace only quickening to chase his own. The familiar tingling sensation begins to rush through your veins as oversensitivity starts to set in. When your eyes slam shut all you can see are stars, small white blotches blinding your vision as your pussy continues to spasm around him.

You aren't even able to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside. Jimin is too busy pounding into you, his hips meeting your ass with a slap as he bottoms out.

“Don’t pull out,” you say quietly. All that's on your mind is being filled to the brim with Jimin’s cum. You’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him. The grip he holds on your waist tightens, his face scrunching as he focuses on chasing his high, “want you to fill me up.”

And with that, he was. Collapsing over you, he held you close as he reached his high. His heavy breathing fanned over the back of your neck, your shirt sticking to your back as beads of perspiration soiled the fabric.

“Love you,” he whispers in your ear, kissing just below it. You can feel the rise of his cheeks against your skin as he smiles. It was comfortable here, with him like this. Almost too comfortable for having sex out in the open like this, but it was past the point of caring as he held you tight in his arms.

“Love you more,” you whisper back as a grin stretches wide across your face.

“I think we might have to heat up the food again,” he chuckles before pulling out of you to look at the food placed neatly on the table.

“I’ll make sure I wait for it to cool down this time,” you giggle as you stand upright, legs still feeling jello-like as you search for your pants.

“I can think of something to do while we wait for it to cool,” Jimin smirks as you turn in his direction. His eyebrows are lifted suggestively, winking at you when you make eye contact. “Round two?”

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[imaginingmyloki]

A Shift in Reality

Fandom/universe: Marvel

Pairing: LokixReader

Timeline: AU marvel where its after Ragnarok so Loki keeps his character development and no one dies because infinity war/end game never happened :)

Word Count: 2140

A/N: So this is the first non-requested fic I have written in a long time. Reader’s powers are essentially Daisy Johnson’s powers (earthquake/vibrations for those who haven’t seen agents of shield- if you havent seen it I HIGHLY recommend it!  If any part of reader’s powers being used for certain things get confusing I’ll try to link a youtube video of Daisy using her powers doing the same thing to see a visual of it! But here’s an overview video of her using her powers to do a lot of really cool stuff if you’re interested :) not at all relevant to the story but I have a MAJOR crush on daisy haha). I’m already working on part 2 and it should be posted early next week! Anyways, I hope you guys like it :) and requests are open so if you have any let me know!

“Kid, where are you?” Stark came over coms sounding like a frantic father. “I’m fine, Tony. I’m 26 and I don’t need a babysitter.” I had only been with the team for a couple months. Tony had found me in rough shape, running after escaping from Hydra. After a few weeks healing and training, I had been allowed to go on a few easy missions with the team but always had to stay with someone since I was still learning to control my abilities. Hydra didn’t teach me control, they only taught me to use anger as the driving force behind my power and with powers like mine, that could get dangerous quickly. This was my first mission where I wasn’t instructed to stay with someone the entire time. I still ended up walking with Loki for the first few minutes after everyone splitting up. He and I had become friends since I had moved to the compound. He was the only one who didn’t look at me like he was waiting for me to break or pestering me to talk about what I had been through before joining them. It was supposed to be a simple mission just to gather some intel from an old shut down Hydra base. I turned down a hallway that had a door at the end as Loki turned down one on the opposite side of the corridor. He gave me a nod before we went our separate ways as if to reassure me that I could handle this. I made my way towards the door and realized that it was slightly open and I could hear low talking inside. I paused just outside the door to listen, “There’s at least 6 of them here and probably more outside for backup. We need to hurry up and wipe the server and blow the rest of it.” 

I tried to warn Loki over coms but didn’t get an answer so slowly made my way into the room, staying out of sight of the two men sitting at the bank of computers. As I snuck around a large shelf, something came into view. A bomb that had a timer on it and was counting down. It was hooked to multiple, smaller impact bombs that would go off after the initial explosion disturbed them.This would cause catastrophic damage to the building. We had 2 minutes until it would bring the building down on top of everyone inside. Giving up on staying hidden, I stepped out, hands at the ready, and said “Stop the bomb. Now.” The man at work on the computer continued what he was doing and the man who had an air of authority about him slowly turned to face me and the air in my lungs suddenly went cold. His name was Nelson and he was the man that had been in charge of me when Hydra had me captive. It took everything in me to remind myself that I was in control of myself and I didn’t need to tell him that I was ready to comply with whatever orders he would give me. I was free now and there would be no punishments for disobeying. “Well now if it isn’t my most promising weapon of mass destruction. We’ve been looking for you. The boss is not happy with me for losing you. You took out quite a few high value assets on your way out.” He was smirking and the look on his face made me feel like I was missing a piece of the puzzle. With coms still silent and no sign of anyone coming to help me, the fear started to sink in and the room around us started trembling as I began to lose control of my powers. Nelson chuckled, “Still having trouble controlling the fear, I see. Guess we didn’t quite beat that out of you yet, huh?” I glanced quickly at the timer, a minute and 15 seconds left. Loki suddenly came running into the room, a knife in both hands. Before I could say anything to him, the knives left his hands with a swift flick of his wrist. One took out the man at the computer and the other landed in Nelson’s shoulder. “Go, Loki. Get everyone else out of here.” He ignored me and sent a warning out to the others over coms. Mine was apparently the only one not working. I heard Nelson let out a short laugh at my confusion. “Of course we knew you were here, 9213. We may not be able to hack all of Stark’s tech but we can manage to fry a single com unit.”  Hydra didn’t refer to any of their assets by names. It was either “soldier” for those that they tried to replicate the winter soldier on or by your file number. I was file number 9213. Just as I was about to respond, the bomb went off. Without thinking, I dove towards it and used my powers to contain the explosion. Loki punched Nelson, knocking him out. The exertion of trying to hold the explosion in place was starting to get to me. “Loki, I need to let this go. Is everyone out?” he nodded and I told him to go as well. He didn’t move but I couldn’t hold it anymore so I pushed it as far as I could in the opposite direction of Loki. The force of the explosion threw me into the shelves and just before everything went black I realized that Nelson was nowhere to be seen.

                                              --2 weeks later--

I sighed in frustration as I rolled over and adjusted the pillow for what felt like the hundredth time. Every single time I lay down and close my eyes to sleep since we got back from the mission, I can hear a rhythmic humming noise but when I open my eyes to try and find the source of the noise, it disappears. Giving up on sleep, I made my way to the kitchen for a midnight snack. “Oh for fucks sake, why does Thor keep putting the Oreos on the top shelf?” I grumbled to myself as I climbed up on the counter to reach my favorite cookies and heard a low chuckle behind me. “Need some help with that, Love?” I turned around with my arms crossed and looked down at Loki from where I was standing on the counter. “You could have offered before I climbed up here...” I pouted. After grabbing the Oreos and Loki helping me down from the counter, we sat on the couch together. Loki was almost always awake late at night so we had developed a sort of routine. We sat and talked for a few hours about everything or we sat and read together. Tonight was a reading kind of night but after a few minutes of comfortable silence he said “So what’s been keeping you up this late, Darling? Sleepless nights are my forte but before recently, I rarely saw you up and about after midnight.” I didn’t know how to explain the nonexistent noise that was plaguing me and keeping me awake without sounding crazy. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation I sighed and said “Ever since we got back from the mission a couple weeks ago, I hear this humming noise whenever I am trying to sleep but its almost like I’m hearing it through a wall. It’s muted but loud at the same time.” He gave me a look of concern “You hit your head pretty hard on that mission.. you were knocked out until we got back home to the compound. You should talk to Banner and make sure you’re ok.” I told him I would talk to Banner when he came down from his room. The sun was just starting to rise and I wanted to go up to the roof to enjoy the peace that always comes with the way the sun slowly chases the darkness away. 

I had been up on the roof for an hour, enjoying the quiet with my eyes closed and my face turned towards the sun. This was my favorite place to meditate and destress. After relaxing and getting my mind to go blank, I started to hear the noise again. Instead of immediately opening my eyes like I had been at night, I tried to focus on the noise to see if I could tell what it was. The humming noise started to die down some and I started hearing a slight beeping in its place. Just as I was about to give up, I heard a familiar voice say “(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” but when I opened my eyes there was no one on the roof with me. With the addition of hearing voices added to my list of problems I decided to give up on meditating and head down to the clinic to see Bruce. When I got to the clinic and told him what was going on he gave me a concerned look. After he ran a few tests, Banner came back into the clinic and I could tell by the look on his face that he was just as confused as I was. “Nothing in the tests suggests that there is any residual damage from the hit you took and you passed the hearing tests with flying colors so I don’t think that it affected your auditory cortex.” he said as he sat back in the chair across from me, rubbing his chin in deep thought. I could tell it was truly bothering him that something was wrong and he couldn’t figure out what it was or how to fix it. There was a knock on the door and Loki peeked his head in, “Are you alright, (Y/N)?”  I smiled at him and gestured to the seat next to me, inviting him to come sit. As he sat down Bruce said “So you said you only hear it when trying to sleep or when you let your mind go blank while meditating?” I nodded and he said “OK so I have an idea. What if we try giving you something to help you sleep? You can sleep here in the clinic so we can monitor everything and maybe get some answers on what’s going on with you.” He must have seen the hesitancy on my face because he was immediately reassuring me that I would be 100% safe and looked after at all time. Loki grabbed my hand and said “I will sit by your side while you rest and look after you myself.” This calmed my nerves a bit and I reluctantly agreed. After Bruce administered the meds and I got comfortable, I was beginning to feel pretty drowsy. Loki and Banner had pulled the comfortable couch from the library into the clinic and put nice cozy blankets on it for me. Loki had set up a chair next to me and was quietly reading out loud because he knew it helped to calm my nerves. As I drifted off to sleep the sound of his voice slowly faded and in its place was the humming. I started to notice more noises added to the humming. A steady beeping noise, hushed voices that I couldn’t quite make out, and I swear I could hear someone snoring. I reached up to scratch my nose and heard a gasp. “She moved. (Y/n)? Are you awake? Can you hear me?” I knew that voice. Why did I know that voice? I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. “What the hell is this?” I asked. My hand immediately went to my throat, surprised by how raspy and dry my voice sounded and the harsh feeling in my throat as if I hadn’t used my voice in a very long time. I was surrounded by strangers in white coats. “Who are you? Where am I?” I tried to move but realized I was hooked up to machines. Wires and IV lines getting tangled as I moved. The beeping was coming from a heart monitor next to my bed. I was in a hospital. Did Nelson find a way to take me away from the compound? I raised my hand in an attempt to use my powers and make a run for it but nothing happened. I looked at my hand in confusion and then searched the room for any kind of clue as to what the hell was happening. There was a small tv on in the corner that caught my attention. The team was on the tv. It was in New York and they were fighting aliens. “Is that the news? What happened?” everyone was looking at me. A small woman slowly sat on the end of the hospital bed and put a hand on my foot. The familiar voice from earlier came from her and said “(Y/n), honey, thats just a movie. Its your favorite movie. Remember? The Avengers?”

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 30

Series Masterlist

Chapter 30

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of car accident

Word Count: 7600

Your eyes flutter open and you struggle to scan around the unfamiliar surroundings, there is a constant ringing in your ears. You have foggy memories from the last…you don’t even know how long. The last thing you remember clearly was sitting at a red light. You aren’t even sure if what you do remember happened or if you dreamt it all.

Your eyes start to focus and you pan around the stark white room and unfamiliar surroundings. Your eyes blink a few times and you see a door to your right leading to a hallway that is open, your hearing begins to focus and you pick up light murmurs and faint footsteps from there.

Your head begins to move to the left, eyes slowly panning around the room. You blink through the pain in your back and chest, tears pricking your eyes. You see darkness outside the window, indicating its night time which doesn’t help you with gauging the time, since you last remember driving while the sun was beginning to set.

You continue your view around the room and see Fred on your left in a hospital chair, he is hunched forward. His arms are crossed, resting on the bed with his head laying on his arms. His hand is lightly resting on yours and you see his shoulders slowly rising as he breathes. He has a hoodie pulled over his head, hiding his hair, though you can see stray hairs sticking out from his hood.

You exhale heavily, pain radiating through your stomach. Your right hand instinctively reaches up to your stomach, only to find it is smaller than before. You hear the rhythmic beeping begin to increase while your chest tightens.  Your body squirms slightly from your panic and your left hand twitches, touching Fred’s hand. Fred instantly jolts up, you see the bags under his eyes, hair a mess; he looks terrible, like he hasn’t slept for days.

“Hey” he whispers rubbing his eyes and sliding forward in the chair to your side. You can see the shock in his face, the edges of his lips curl into a small smile “god, I am so happy you’re awake.” You see tears forming in his eyes as he brings your hand to his lips. Seeing him, and feeling his touch calms you slightly.

“Babe” you croak out. “What…what happened? Babies...what…” you can’t form a coherent sentence. You hear the monitor beside you slow its beeping, although they it’s still sporadic.

Fred looks up at the monitor quickly and brings his eyes back to you “you’re okay (Y/N)” he coos. “So are the boys. They are in the NICU, but they are doing okay” he says sliding forward to kiss your cheek. You feel a weight lift off your chest, practically choking on your exhale. Fred’s large hand gently grips your chin while he rests his forehead against yours smiling at you. You’re heart rate begins to decrease while his hand gently strokes up your chin. He smiles looking into your eyes while he hears the beeping slow knowing it’s working to calm you down. The side of your lip curves slightly to grin at him, while his thumb gently strokes your chin waiting for the beeping to return to normal.

“Fuck, I’m so happy you’re awake. I didn’t think I’d get to look into your beautiful eyes again, get to kiss these lips again” he says placing a soft kiss on your chapped lips. He pulls back and places a kiss on your forehead, holding himself close to you. You can smell his cologne that is disguising the smell of sweat and a light hint of B.O, making you wonder how long he has been there. He places soft kisses on your cheek before finally pulling back.

“What happened?” you ask while he adjusts in his seat, keeping a grip on your hand. He is smiling at you, but you can see his tears have glazed over his eyes.

“You were in a car accident babe on your way home from the game. You had some bleeding, and they couldn’t stop it so you had an emergency C-section” he explains rubbing his thumb over your hand. He keeps talking and you zone out unable to focus, you try to process the words leaving his mouth but it’s too much.

Your eyes drop to your lap, your other hand tugging on the frayed blanket that has been laid across you. You run through the events of that night in your mind, trying to remember the accident or anything.

Fred had a hockey game, I went to the game with Oliver and I left him with Kathy. I got in the car and drove home. I was sitting at a red light listening to the intermission broadcast and that’s it. Everything goes black, until a couple scattered memories, likely rooted from whatever pain meds I was on.

You sit there for a few minutes when you feel Fred’s gaze burning a hole in you. Your eyes dart up to meet his gaze and you can tell he is waiting for something.

“What did you say?” you whisper.

“I asked how you are feeling babe?” he repeats chuckling.

“My back, chest and head are sore” you mumble “and my stomach. My stomach really hurts.”

“Well you had a C-Section so the stomach pain checks out” he chuckles. “I think you’ll be sore for a bit smuk.”

“What about Oliver how is he doing?” you ask shifting slightly in the bed trying to get comfortable, wincing at the pain.

“He is okay, he is with your grandparents. He misses you” he explains.  He looks at you and see’s you are struggling to keep your eyes open “you should rest okay skat?” he says kissing your forehead. “We’ll talk when you wake up.”

“Okay” you say lightly while your eyes begin to get heavy. Fred adjusts the incline on your bed, and places another pillow under your head, pulling the blanket slightly higher up your body.

“Good?” he asks kissing your forehead, you nod and a quiet “mhm” leaves your lips. Your opens briefly open to see Fred as he sits back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fred” you whisper groggily.

“Yeah, what is it babe?” he asks eagerly.

“Promise me you won’t sleep in that chair again tonight, sleep in the cot” you mumble.

“I’m not going anywhere” he objects.

“Yes, you are going to that bed” you groan shooting your gaze towards it.

“No, it’s too far” he protests.

“Then move it, I’m sure it’s on wheels” you grumble, even though the bed is less than 10 feet away. You also know that even if it isn’t on wheels your hockey player boyfriend would have no problem moving it a few feet. “Please babe, don’t argue with me right now.”

Fred kisses your cheek and chuckles “fine, but only because you just gave birth.”

Your eyes finally close and you hear a scrapping on the floor followed by some squeaking metal. Before you finally doze off you feel his hand grip yours.

You wake up a few hours later to a beeping in your ear. A nurse has come in to check on you, taking your temperature. You see Fred sitting in the chair with a coffee in his hand, he has changed his clothes into a different pair of track pants and a white t-shirt. His t-shirt is tight, biceps practically waiting to be released. He has a dark blue Nike baseball cap on his head, hiding the messiness of his hair he has yet to brush.

Finally getting a good look at his face you still see the dark bags under his eyes. You can see his wavy red hair jetting out from his hat. His beard is longer than normal, having not shaved in a few days. He slowly brings the cup to his lips, slowly drinking his coffee while he smirks at you from over his paper cup waiting for the nurse to leave you alone.

You hear the chair scrape on the floor, Fred scooting closer as soon as the nurse leaves causing a big smile to cross your face. “I missed seeing you smile” he says kissing you. You taste the coffee on his lips; relishing in his familiar touch but you still pull back from him.

“What is it?” he asks, a scowl crossing his face.

“My breath is terrible” you say and his body begins to shake, laughter erupting from him.

“Babe seriously?” he chuckles. “I have been with you for 3 years, we live together have kids together. 2 years ago I watched you push a tiny human out of a very small hole…and a bunch of other crap. A lot of really gross crap” he says and you start laughing while he brings his face closer to yours. His hand gently lifts your chin, tilting your head towards his “I didn’t care about any of that, I definitely don’t care about your breath.”

You are smiling ear to ear while he brings his lips down to yours again, hovering millimeters from yours. You can feel the warmth of his breath against yours and your hand slides up to his beard; you can feel how much it has grown out.

“Can I kiss you now, or do I need to find you some tic tacs?” he asks, brown eyes looking at you adorningly.

You answer by closing the gap, bringing your lips to his, feeling him smile before sinking in to it. The hair from his mustache longer than normal; curling slightly into his mouth tickling your upper lip. You gently rake your nails through his beard, Fred moans into the kiss while you open your mouth trying to deepen the kiss.

Fred chuckles against your lips and pulls back “you can’t be doing that” he whispers placing a quick kiss on your lips before sitting down in the chair. You groan in displeasure and Fred chuckles “you were just in a car accident, have to take it easy” he explains causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’m allowed to kiss you” you say mockingly.

“You had major surgery, just gave birth (Y/N)” he smiles at you while running his fingers through your hair.

“What day is it?” you ask.

“The 19th, you’ve been here for 4 days so far. They think you might be able to go home in a few days” he says smiling.

“What about the twins?” you ask.

“Their doctor should be coming down in a little bit” he turns his wrist looking down at his Rolex to check the time. “He normally comes down around this time to tell me about them, but they probably have to stay a little longer. But they are doing okay, they are strong just like their mom” he explains.

“Can I see them?” you ask.

He smiles releasing your hand. He shifts in his chair to pull his phone from his pocket, unlocking it to show you the countless pictures he has already taken of them. You smile seeing pictures but he knows this isn’t what you meant.

“They don’t think you should be going to see them yet, you need to recover more” he explains as tears form in your eyes.  You nod understanding that decision but still wanting to get up to the NICU with them.

“Have you held them yet?” you ask him watching while he scrolls through the pictures.

“No, not yet. They are too small for that still” he explains and you nod while he gets to the end of the pictures of the twins. The next is a selfie he took with Oliver the day of the accident, you can tell from the clothes they are wearing. The two of them are sitting on the couch making a goofy face into the camera causing you to laugh and wipe away a few tears.

“He was asking to see you, want to facetime with him?” he asks trying to cheer you up. You nod and wipe away a few more tears while Fred gently slides in beside you carefully avoiding the wires. You lean up against him, a hand resting on his leg while he sets up the call.

“Mommy” you hear him squeal through the phone. “I miss you so much mommy!”

“I miss you too Ollie” you say smiling while warm tears fall down you cheek, unable to hold them back.

“Having fun with Grandma and Grandpa?” you ask and he nods.

“We have gone to the park and played so many games” he says smiling as your grandma holds up a picture.

“Did you draw that Ollie?” Fred asks looking at the picture, Oliver turns around and nods “mhm, that’s me, that’s mommy and daddy” he explains pointing at the paper “and that’s my brothers” he says of two small blobs in the corner.

“Wow” you choke out, wiping your eyes “that’s amazing hun.” Fred strokes your arm lightly while you try to hold your tears back. You want to remain calm for Oliver to not worry him more than he has been.

“The doctors said you can visit mommy tomorrow” Fred says and your eyes light up as you turn your head to look up at him.

“Really?” you and Oliver ask at the same time.

“Yeah mommy is getting better and is stronger. They thought the best cure for her would be some cuddles from you” Fred says and you smile.

“I get to see mommy tomorrow” Oliver says to your grandma.

“Yeah I heard” she says into the phone.

“Have you been good for grandma?” you ask more so to your grandma.

“Yes, he has been great” she says into the phone.

“That’s good” Fred responds, although you are sure he has been in contact with them and already knew that.

“I can’t wait to see all the other pictures you drew tomorrow” you say. Oliver gets distracted and walks away and you talk with your grandparents a little bit longer before hanging up.

“Can he actually come tomorrow?” you ask Fred.

“Do you think I would have said it if it wasn’t. Dr. Cooper  stopped in before you woke up and said he could visit. She’ll be down later today to talk to you, but yeah Ollie can come tomorrow” he says placing a soft kiss on your forehead. Some tears fall down your cheeks and you sit silently for a few minutes before you wipe your eyes.

“I don’t know why I can’t stop crying” you whine out trying to turn your head away.

“Skat you just gave birth to two babies” he chuckles “you’re going to be emotional” he softly pulls your head back to rest on his chest  while your throat tightens. “After Ollie you cried all the time it’s normal, your hormones are adjusting.”

“I didn’t cry all the time” you whine against his chest.

“You’re right I don’t know why I said that” he soothes, even though you know its true. “But you have had a crazy couple days. You just gave birth, its expected that you are emotional while your body adjusts to not having something you spent the last 7 months growing. You add in everything else, the accident and …well it’s a lot. And you are always allowed to feel what you want to feel” he says gently rubbing his thumb on your shoulder.

You tilt your head up and look at him and smile through your tears that are still barreling down your cheeks “I love you” you whisper. He leans down kissing your head while you gently rest it against his chest “I love you too.”

You sit like that for a few minutes Fred gently rubbing your shoulder. You breathing slows as your eyes dry up. You look back to his face and see his half smile that tugs on your heart strings. “Got something for you” he says geting up and  walks over to a bag and pulls a couple items out.

He walks back handing you a new phone “you’re other one get wrecked in the accident” he explains “I transferred your contacts and everything, it should be ready for you to use.”

“Thanks babe” you say as he sets one of his sweaters beside you. It’s your favourite sweater of his, you constantly wearing it, sometimes even stealing it from the bag he packed for road trips.

He sets it on your legs “they have some more checks on your stomach so if you wear it, you’ll likely have to take it off a million times. But I thought you would want it” he says sliding onto the bed beside you. You pick it up and bring it to your face breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne “smells like you” you whisper smiling.

“I wore it for a couple days here” he smiles toward you wrapping his arm back around you.

You rest your head on his chest feeling it gently rise with his breaths while you grip the sweater. Your fingers gently playing with the hem of the black fabric “what happened?” you ask breaking the silence. “I don’t really remember anything.”

“What do you remember?” he asks.

“Well I have some foggy memories from in here, doctors and nurses checking on me. You sleeping in that chair, stuff like that. But I don’t know if any of it is real. The last thing I’m sure of is driving home” you explain.

You feel Fred take a deep breath behind you, his body stiffening “you got in an accident on the way home from the game. Someone ran a red light and hit you. You have a concussion and a sprained wrist. Some other bumps and bruises. But you also had some cracked ribs and abdominal bleeding. The boys are doing okay; they weren’t hurt by the accident. But your abdominal bleeding was causing their blood pressure to increase. Medication couldn’t lower it, and the bleeding wouldn’t stop on its own so they had to do surgery and emergency C-Section first then stop the bleeding. They thought they might have to remove your spleen but they ended up not needing to…” at that moment a doctor walks into the room.

“Hi Miss (Y/L/N) I’m Dr. Lang, a surgeon here. I heard you were awake. How are you doing?” he asks.

“Okay” you say while Fred moves to the chair “a little sore, and a little hazy” you explain.

“That all makes sense given your injuries. Dr. Munez or Dr. Cooper will be here later to check on you, but I am a pediatric surgeon here. I delivered your sons” he says coming closer “and am looking after your boys up in the NICU.”

“How are they” you eagerly ask trying to sit up.

“Both boys are doing well, Dr. Morris had you on some medication earlier because she was worried about you delivering early. Well that medication helped to develop their lungs and heart, so they are doing good and I am very optimistic. One was 3.8 pounds, other was 3.5 pounds, and they are on ventilators for the time being. We just need them to gain some weight, and their vital organs to develop a bit more and then they will be going home, I think in a few weeks.”

A few weeks? That is so long!

“Can I see them?” you ask.

“Well you’re surgeons have to inspect your incisions. Open wounds and underdeveloped immune systems don’t mix well. If you’re incisions are healed then I have no objections, otherwise you’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

You nod, feeling a ball build in your throat, Fred grips your hand and gives it a light squeeze. The doctor continues to talk with you a little longer before leaving. You lace your fingers in Fred’s, and sit there digesting everything. You feel Fred’s hand come up and wipe away some tears you didn’t notice had begun to fall, and he places a kiss to your temple.

“The doctor just said they are going to be okay” he says lightly.

“I know” you whine “but they shouldn’t be in this position. If I didn’t go to the game –“

“No, don’t do that. You were just being a good mom to Oliver, you knew how much he wanted to be there. You couldn’t have known this was going to happen, you couldn’t have stopped it. And there is no way for you to know what would have happened if you didn’t go to the game, anything could have happened. The important thing is everyone is okay, that’s all that matters” he says kissing your temple holding you gently against him.

“You were just doing what any mother would do; make her son happy. You’re an amazing mother and Oliver is lucky to have you. The twins are lucky to have you, I am lucky to have you” he says kissing your head again.

“All my boys” you chuckle tilting your head to look at him. Fred adjusts to lie down, his head closer to yours looking into your eyes. “You ever see yourself surrounded by boys?” he asks you.

“No, but I kind of like it” you smile “which is good because it’s not going to change.”

“What do you mean?” you look into his soft eyes. You can tell he isn’t comfortable, only half his body fits on the bed, his leg is resting on the floor supporting him, keeping him from falling. Even though he isn’t comfortable, you know he isn’t going to move anytime soon. You try to shift in the sheets to give him more space but he gently places a hand on you and shakes his head, motioning for you to stay put.

“Me and my four boys, a mom of boys that will be my life. Super heroes, fart and poop jokes, wrestling matches; and you know as they get older  they only get louder and get into more trouble. Breaking curfew, sneaking dates in and out when they think we’re asleep” you say smiling. Even though it will be mayhem having, it’s your mayhem and you look forward to the years ahead of you.

“Okay the last part, the trouble and sneaking around would happen if we had three girls. But instead of wrestling it would be yelling matches over stolen clothes, there would probably still be fart and poop talk.” You burst out laughing at that “What I hear you, Carlee and Allie, saw your group chat a few times; all things I wish I could burn from my brain” he says laughing with you.

“Think you could have handled that, three girls?” you whisper turning slightly and placing a hand on his chest.

He gently runs a finger through your hair smiling at you pressing his lips softly to your forehead “yeah could do anything with you.”

“We could get you a girl” he says  playing with the ends of your hair, causing a scowl of almost disgust to come across your face.

“We said we were done Fred. They just cut two babies out of me a few days ago and your talking about another. Besides your sperm is too fast, you can’t make a girl” you groan.

“My sperm is too fast?” he laughs “what does that even mean?”

“You not pay attention in health class?” you say grinning at him. “Y chromosomes make boys” you say and he nods in agreement. “Well they are typically the faster swimmers but die quicker, and the X chromosome swim slower but live longer.”

“So I have fast sperm” he chuckles slightly.

“3 babies, 3 sets of XY, I’d say so” you laugh.

“Well I wasn’t talking about another baby anyways, probably be get triplet s knowing us.” You both laugh at that, “I meant a dog. When we get a dog, we can adopt a girl dog. I don’t think I could handle you being pregnant again. This one was so hard on your body and I couldn’t help you; nothing made it better” he says turning his head to look up at the ceiling tiles nervously fiddling his fingers in his lap.

“You couldn’t have done anything different, all pregnancies are different. With Ollie it was easy and good, but you don’t know that beforehand. But I don’t want another baby anyways” you explain looking over Fred’s face for a response.

“And then the accident; I just can’t see you go through that again. I don’t want to risk losing you” he sighs ignoring your comments. He begins tapping his foot nervously against the floor. “It shouldn’t have happened; I wish I could have been there”

You run your hand up his chest, your expression leaving your face “hey, Fred” you whisper but he is so caught in his own thoughts he doesn’t acknowledge you. He likely isn’t even aware he is talking aloud.

“I should have protected you” he whispers, his foot tapping faster.

“Hey” you say running your hands into his beard, turning his head towards yours. He blinks snapping his attention back to you.

“You did everything you could. Nothing could have changed this, or prevented this. Sometimes shit just happen” you say trying to reason with him.

“Yeah a lot of shit, a lot of shit that shouldn’t have happened; but it did. You shouldn’t be here” he gestures around the room with his eyes. “You, the twins nobody should be here. None of this should have happened”

You feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach, your chest begins to strain. You struggle to swallow as sobs catch in your throat. Your eyes gloss over, your vision getting blured while your body begins to shake. You have been struggling thinking that this could have been avoided if you stayed home, but to know Fred blames you for this it all becomes too much.

Fred feels your body shake, as you try to turn away from him “hey babe” he pulls you closer to him, trapping you to his chest. His hand gently strokes against your back while you sob into his chest “I’m so sorry” you choke out. “I shouldn’t have…it’s my fault. This is all my fault.”

“No definitely not. This isn’t your fault, none of this is your fault” he quickly interjects, kissing your head. “Don’t ever for a second think that, you weren’t drinking. You are the best mom” he says running his hands through your hair. This statement captures your attention while Fred continues to talk for a little bit while you feel your body go numb. “You just wanted to make our son –“

“What do you mean I wasn’t drinking?” you say pulling back to look at him.

“What?” he stutters stopping his rambling.

“You said you weren’t drinking, what did you mean?” you ask.

“The lady who hit you” Fred starts “she was…she had been drinking that night. I didn’t mean to tell you” a scowl crossing your face. “I mean I was going to tell you, but I wanted to wait. With your parents and everything…” he trails off for a second before whispering “I thought it might be too hard right now. Could be better to wait until you were stronger”

You nod and turn to look ahead blinking back some tears processing what he said. You can’t look at him, knowing you will crumble under his gaze. The two of you sit there silently for a minute before you turn back to him and see his eyes are locked on you. His are filled with tears, he brings a hand up to wipe them away.

“I know I’ve said this a million time but I am so happy you are okay. These past few days have been absolute hell, I have never been so angry, disappointed and frustrated; and not just at the person who hit you.” He slides to the chair and grips your hand in his.

“I have been feeling most of that towards myself” he sighs. “I can’t believe what I did and-”

“Fred you don’t have to” you start to say. You know he is talking about the kiss from a few weeks ago.

Last you had talked with him; you had planned on having some conversations on the status of your relationship and how to move forward. You were in the process of moving forward and taking steps to repair your relationship you never had the opportunity to discuss everything.

“No (Y/N) I do, I really do. I can’t believe what I did. I am so frustrated at myself for what I did. You are the most amazing and incredible woman; you are caring, charismatic, intelligent and I almost threw that all away. I have spent the last few days stressing over the fact I might not get to” he takes a second, choking on his tears as he tries to not become fully engulfed in emotion. His other hand moves to his face, stroking his beard, pondering his words “the fact I might not get to tell you all these things. I wouldn’t know how to go on without you. I am so sorry (Y/N).”

“Babe” you whisper running your hands down his chest. “We both know that you did a shitty thing, but you can’t keep beating yourself up for it. But it was a mistake” you say resting your hand on his abs “it was a mistake.”

A puzzled look crosses his face while he waits for you to continue, instead you bring your lips to his for a soft kiss. Fred pulls away staring at you for a minute almost waiting for the shoe to drop, but you snuggle up against him.

“That’s it?” he asks in disbelief unsure of what is happening. “You tell me I fucked up then 2 seconds later you kiss me like everything is fine.”

“Honestly, I planned on saying more. I thought about it for days before the accident all the things I wanted to say. Then that day on the drive to and from the game I ran through how I would say it. God I had a million things I wanted to say” you sigh staring into his brown eye. The side of your lip curls up slightly while he pushes some hair behind your ear.

“And if I didn’t get in the accident we would have talked that night, and over the next couple days we would have talked more. But I did get in an accident” you take a breath before continuing “and honestly it doesn’t seem worth it now.

All those conversations would have ended here, would have led to me forgiving you. I was going to forgive you, and I honestly don’t see the point in beating the nail on the head. I don’t think we will get anything from talking, you know you fucked up and I forgive you.”

“Okay, but I think you should say it, you might not see the point of it but I do. I don’t want us to get in a fight a year from now and it comes out, I don’t want you to hold it in and resent me down the line.”

Your heart races as you digest his words. You aren’t shocked by this, one of the things he has learned from the beginning of your relationship is the importance in addressing problems head on. Holding in problems, ignoring them lead to so many issues that could have been fixed earlier.

You smile at him, eyes moving from his eyes to his chapped lips “I don’t want to talk babe. It doesn’t seem important anymore, we made it through so much and I don’t see the need. I mean we will have to rebuild some trust, but I love you” you bring your lips to his. “Were a family and I love you” you whisper again before kissing him again. Fred turns on his side, bringing his hands to your hair kissing you.

Instead of continuing the kiss he chuckles at himself and pulls away from you. He sniffles slightly laughing at himself “sorry” he whispers to you turning his head to look away from you.

You bring a hand up to him, gripping his large arm. “Babe you’ve been through a lot too” you whisper squeezing his arm “you’re allowed to be emotional.”

“How did I get you?” he asks smiling through his tears. “I honestly didn’t know if I you would be okay” he says choking on his tears.

“I know” you respond knowing he has spent the past 4 days trying to hold it together, hold onto hope. “But I’m okay” you say gripping his shoulder. Fred brings a hand up and laces his fingers with yours, bringing it to rest on the bed between your bodies. You sit silently for a few minutes you watch the tears dry in his eyes allowing you to see the brown colour return.

“It’s just been a lot” he says. “It’s been a roller coaster, everything with you and the twins.”

“Fred, I can’t imagine what you have gone through the past couple days.”

You give him a light squeeze on his hand “but I am not going anywhere. I’m going to be fine, and we’ll all be going home together as a family. The five of us” you say softly.

“I don’t deserve you” he says bringing his lips up to yours kissing you softly. “I need to be better for you, for Ollie, for the twins. I am going to spend every day trying to be the man you deserve” he says against your lips.

You scowl slightly having a slight hint of Déjà vu; Fred pulls away and looks you over “what is it smuk?”

“I just feel like I’ve been here before, like déjà vu or something” you explain and Fred grins slightly.

“What is it?” you ask him, searching his face for answers.

“I said this to you a couple days ago, I thought you were asleep” he responds.

“Oh I thought I dreamt that” you explain to him.

“What uh…what else do you remember?” he asks awkwardly.

“Something about five puppies” you grin at him. Relief washes over his face and he laughs “yeah I did promise you five puppies if you were okay.”

You just laugh in response “you know as much fun as five puppies sounds, how about we stick with 3 babies for now, and maybe in a year we get one dog.”

“Deal smuk” he says chuckling.

“I love you” you say and he smiles before kissing you gently on the lips. You get a hungry feeling, you need more and bring a hand to his cheek in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

You wince at the feeling in your side before you pull back. Fred places a soft kiss on your forehead and moves back to the chair beside you so you can get comfortable “don’t worry babe, you’ll be better soon and I will kiss you properly then.” He turns on the TV and puts on sports centre, they are doing a pre-game show for game 7 of the sharks and kings rounds.

“Babe what about your hockey?” you ask realizing he hasn’t left your side and likely should be at the rink.

“We won our game 3-2, so advanced to the conference finals. The Leafs won in 6 so we play them, conference finals starts tomorrow” he tells you.

“When is your practice?” you ask him.

“10, but I’m not going. Jarry will be in net until I get back” he says still looking at the TV. You open your mouth to try and object “don’t try to argue with me, I’m not going back with you like this” he grins knowing what you were going to say.

You can tell he hasn’t left in days, and won’t be leaving your side until he is confident in your recovery. You close your mouth and huff a little in disapproval, you hear Fred chuckle, he turns your head to look at you and grins.

“Go to sleep smuk dame” he whispers. You shift in the bed slightly and close your eyes, after a few minutes you doze off.

The next morning sun filters into the room through the blinds you look over and see Fred asleep in the cot; his soft snores fill the room. He is tucked under his blanket, but you can see his chest gently rise with his breaths. You stare watching him sleep, missing him while he is so close to you.

Dr. Cooper comes into the room to check on you, which causes Fred to wake up. You watch him yawn and stretch while sitting up in the cot. You can see his eyes are still half closed as he sits on the edge of the bed close to you huge bags under his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” she asks inspecting your bandages.

“Okay, a little tired and sore” you explain smiling at Fred before turning your attention to the doctor.

She continues with your exam, checking your vitals and asking questions about you. After about 15 minutes she pulls off her gloves and looks at you “you seem to be healing nicely. I know you have been asking and I think you can go to the NICU later today” she says. She continues to talk for a few minutes, but you don’t hear any of what she said after the news.

She leaves the room and you turn to Fred with the biggest grin on your face. He walks over to you, his face mirroring yours, while he sits beside you. “I get to see our boys” you squeal with tears in your eyes, except this time it’s tears of happiness.

“I know I heard” he chuckles pulling you against him.

“I am so excited” you squeal again. He hums in agreeance kissing your head, while his arm strokes up your arm gently.

You look up at him, finally getting a good look at him with the daylight. His hair is a mess, his beard looks like it hasn’t been trimmed in days. His hood is over his head attempting to hide part of his appearance. You can’t smell his usual cologne anymore, instead you get a light waft of his sweat.

“Have you been home at all babe?” you ask him.

He laughs lightly “I can smell you babe” you further explain to him.

“Well, I had a quick shower after the game, but I wasn’t able to get a full shower in, I came right here and haven’t left.”

“Well I think you should go home for a bit babe, you should go home. Eat, sleep, maybe have a shower” you lightly play with the strings on his hoodie. “I will be fine for a little bit” you say trying to reassure him since he doesn’t look eager to leave “you heard the doctor.”

“I don’t know” he says.

“I can use some books” you explain to him “and my slippers.”

He laughs and kisses your forehead  groaning “okay, I have to bring Ollie here anyways in a few hours.”

“Well I don’t want to see you until at least 1pm.  After you have showered and had a nap in a real bed.”

A few hours later, you hear your son shrieking in the hallway “hurry daddy!” A smile crosses your face when you turn your attention to the door. You see Oliver first, and he lets go of Fred’s hand and runs over to the bed.

“Mommy” he yells jumping on the bed, you pull him in tight for a hug.

“Careful bud” Fred says setting down a duffle bag and sitting on the chair. He still has bags under his eyes, but they don’t seem as dark indicating he did have a nap. He trimmed his facial hair, but has on a hoodie and a pair of track pants, but it’s a new pair. “Mommy is still sore” he explains to Oliver.

You hug your son a little tighter smiling at Fred “oh this is just what I need” you place a kiss on his forehead. You wipe the hair from his face revealing his brown eyes, his smile shining through. “I have missed you so much Oliver.”

“I made you a picture” he says handing you a piece of paper. It’s a picture of you and him, with some trees and a rainbow “oh this is perfect, I love it. It’s just what I need”

“When you coming home?” he asks playing with your necklace.

“The doctors think two days” you say and he lights up “but they are letting me go visit your brothers. Do you want to come see them too?” you ask him.

“Yeah” he says crawling off the bed grabbing your hands to pull you with him “we go now”.

Fred laughs and helps you into a wheel chair. The three of you head down the hall and into the elevator. Fred wheels you into the NICU and stops you between two incubators. He picks up Oliver to help him see them “they are so little” he says. You put your hand through a hole and touch your son’s hand.

“Yeah they are buddy” Fred agrees. “That’s why they are in there so they can get a little bigger.”

“Was I that little?” he asks.

“No, you were a little bit bigger when you were born” you say turning your head to look at him. He stares down at his brothers chatting with Fred for a few minutes. With Fred and Oliver so close together you can really see the similarities between them. Not just the red hair and brown eyes, but the squareness of his jaw, the shape of his nose, paleness in his skin. The way his eyes light up when he laughs, or how the corner of his lip curls up when he smirks.

With the twins being identical you wonder if there will be three little Fred’s walking around, or if these two will have more of you in them.

“What are their names?” Oliver asks. Fred looks at you, you had names picked out before giving birth but you also wanted to see them to make sure they fit them. You smile and nod up at him, “well this little guy here is Noah Ernst Andersen” Fred says pointing to one of the incubators. “And this little guy is Lucas (Your Dad’s Name) Andersen.” His other hand touches your shoulder, you bring your hand up and touch his.

“When can I play hockey with them?” Oliver asks causing Fred to chuckle. He pushes you over to the other incubator and you bring a hand cautiously in, stroking over his tiny hand. Lucas’s mouth opens and little cry leaves his lips as he yawns and feel tears building in your eyes.

“Not for a little bit bud, but I can play with you until they are ready” Fred says and Oliver nods. He holds him for a few more minutes while Oliver asks him questions. You can hear them talking but you zone out focusing on your infant sons in front of you. After a couple minutes Oliver begins to get restless in Fred’s arms so he carries him to a chair in the corner; he pulls his phone out and turns on a movie for him before coming back and crouching down in front of you.

“Hey smuk” he whispers wiping the back of a finger over the tears on your cheek. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking about how this has been a crazy couple days. But it kind of works for us and our story” you say smiling at him.

“Yeah it does, but for reference I am okay if it stops being so crazy” he says and you both laugh. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your lips “me too” you whisper.

“So who do you think they will look like?” you ask him turning you head back to the twins.

“I don’t know, I mean Ollie looks nothing like he did as a baby” Fred says standing up to look at them. “So they likely will look different in a few months.”

“Yeah but he looked like you did as a baby, and now he looks like a miniature you. His posture is even similar to yours” you laugh. “Like every step of the way he has looked like you.”

“Well I think I see a bit of you in them” he says. “Looks similar to your baby pictures” he smiles. He looks down at them adoringly and you get the feeling he could stand there for hours and be content.

“Either way they will be the most amazing boys” he whispers.

Next Chapter

[abluescarfonwaston]

Shapeshifter Au - 14

“So. You’re a shapeshifter huh?” Eskel asked taking a drink from his water skin. Leaning performativity casual against the stone. The mangled side of his face hidden from view.

“Yep.” He tugged the wool cap over his ears to cover against the biting cold of the courtyard. Ciri’s power sung out in frustration as she repeated the training drills over and over again. As she had been for days.

Hopefully they’d call a break soon or he would have to before she bubbled over.

His skin prickled with discomfort. Eskel hummed so quietly he’d only noticed it when Lambert had taken Ciri out hunting and they’d run into each other in the library. The tiny thrum of his magic.

“Bloody well glad for it too. I’ve no idea how you all stand winters up here as people.” He tucked his glove under the sleeve of his jacket before returning them to their spot under his armpits. “Half tempted to spend the winter as a polar bear so I don’t freeze to death.”

“You could. Lambert would be very jealous.”

“Ah but I’ve seen your very impressive bear skin rug and I’d hate to give you any ideas.”

“I wouldn’t-“

“I know.” He bumped their shoulders together. “I’m messing with you.”

A few beats pasted before Eskel burst out with a forced ease, “Lambert caught a buck last year and Geralt wouldn’t let us eat it because it looked too much like you apparently.” Eskel’s nerves made him want to fidget. But it was really far too cold to move his hands from their warm spot.

“You did eat it though right? Because otherwise that’s a huge waste.” He smiled crookedly, watching him from the corner of his eye.

“Course. He didn’t talk to us for a week.”

“And you noticed?” Eskel smirked back at him. Easily in spite of his discomfort. He smiled so easily. Eskel's amusement tickling his skin.

“It took a few days.”

Ciri’s frustration grew several decibels and he pushed off the wall. “You are far too attractive for any of our good.” He told him before he leapt from the staircase they’d rested against, soaring the space between them.

He cawed out his approach as she swung at the training dummy and-

Suddenly he was flying in the other direction.

He shifted before he smashed into the ground and rolled with the force of her shock wave.

“Ow.” He protested when he finally came to a stop in a snowbank.

After one too many moments of silence he looked up. To all the wolves gapping at Ciri and her frozen in place. Training sword held in place where the dummy had once been, now it's straw was scattered across the yard.

“I’m fine thank you for asking.” He called out. Unsticking them all as they looked to him. “Just got thrown across the courtyard. Totally fine. No need to worry about the poor bard.”

“Jaskier?” She turned, far too much concern in her eyes.

“No I am actually fine.” He assured standing and brushing snow off. Tugging the cap down to insure it stayed in place. He frowned. “Better than fine actually.” His skin was warm and his ache that had settled into his bones disappeared without a trace. The bruises he felt should have been forming didn’t. “No harm done. But I do think it’s time for a break yes?”

They nodded. “Early lunch.” Eskel agreed. As they stalked down into the hall.

They set the table as the witchers finished the meal prep and he curled up on the arm of Ciri’s chair and began finger brushing her hair so he could braid it.

“You’re not scared?” She asked as he worked free a knot.

“Of what? Cause I’m scared of a lot of things- spiders. Frogs. Wasps. Cages. A string breaking while I preform at competition-“

“Me.”

His heart broke for her and he continued his work without pause. “No. Don’t see the point in that.”

“You’re afraid of frogs but you don’t see the point in being scared of someone who threw you across the courtyard?”

“Someone has never tried to eat a frog before and nearly died from the hallucinogenic affects I see. It was not a pleasant afternoon and I feel completely justified.” He ran his fingers threw her hair once more to check before starting his braid. “You accidentally threw me across the courtyard, which Geralt has also done and most of them weren’t accidents, and I feel better than I have in years so no. I’m definitely not.”

She was quiet as he worked so he hummed a song to fill the space.

“You’re really not hurt?”

“Really not hurt.” He promised. “Haven’t felt this alive since- oh.”

“Oh?”

“Since your mother tossed the entire banquet hall away to protect your father.”

She spun her head to him and he barely managed to hold onto the braid. “You were there?”

“Front row to the whole debacle. Would you like to hear about it?”

She nodded as they heard the other’s voices down the hall. They both glanced to the door. Unable to not listen.

“Wasn’t just some sign shit Geralt- that was fucking magic. Real chaos. We don’t know shit about real magic! You can’t expect us to-“

“I know you think human hearing is terrible but it’s not that terrible boys!” He called out to them finishing the braid. “How about I tell you that story after dinner? Hm?”

She nodded. He kissed her crown and he watched her sit up. Regally. Preparing for the conversation ahead.

“Ah to suffer another meal with the witcher’s terrible table manners.” He sighed as they dropped the food on the table. “The things we must bare.”

She shot him a small smile.

“How come you didn’t tell us she had magic!” Lambert snapped at- at him?

He blinked at him. “What?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to tell shit like that- why didn’t you tell us!”

“Huh?” He glanced at the others at the table. Irritation or concern or confusion on their faces as they studied him. Including Geralt’s. Which was the real shocker. He looked between Geralt and Ciri; who appeared just as flummoxed by the situation as he was, as he gapped.

When it became clear that no one else was going to answer his very obvious question he forced the words out in a voice that was, perhaps, slightly higher than intended. “I thought you knew.” He told Geralt with a wave of his arms.

“How would I know?”

The incredulity in Geralt’s voice was just insulting frankly. He waved between them. Noises floundering out of him. “I- what- its- what.” He forced himself to take a deep breath. “What other blatantly obvious things am I supposed to tell you now? The sky is blue. The keep is made of stone. Ciri has magic. I thought you knew!”

Geralt sighed into his hands. Lambert speared a hunk of lunch.

“Can you tell how strong she is?” Vesemir asked pragmatically as he grabbed his own food. “If we can train her-“

“Oh you definitely can’t.” They glared at him. “What? The only one here with anything even approaching magic is Eskel and no offense but you’re nowhere near her level.”

Eskel sat up a little straighter in his seat as he devoured his lunch.

“Who is?” Geralt asked. “Near her level.”

He leaned back in his chair and thought about it. He didn’t grab any food. He wasn’t hungry and probably wouldn’t be until the magic wore off.

He’d eaten as a griffin though. His mouth tasted like blood- but he hadn’t needed to had he? He’d just wanted to. Wanted to eat and sleep and kill.

Show me what you are.

“Jaskier?” He jolted and looked over at Ciri.

“Ah. Well. You know Yennefer?” Geralt shot him a dirty look. “Just checking, you’ve had issues with amnesia before! Anyway.” He continued with a wave of his hand. “If Yennefer is lightning then Ciri is the sun.”

They all stopped. Actually that bread didn’t look half bad. He ripped a chunk off and chewed on it.

“So.” He mouthed around the bread. “She’s going to need an actual teacher.”

“Could you do it?” She asked.

“No.” He laughed around the bread crumbs. “I am magic. That doesn’t mean I can do magic.”

“Marigold?” Lambert suggested. Triss- he supplied after a moment.

“Sure.” He agreed. “After Yennefer turns us down.”

The room dropped several degrees as he chewed.

“Why would we ask Yennefer first?” Eskel growled.

Geralt sighed. “Because if we don’t she’ll never let the slight go.”

“Is” Ciri hesitated, taking in the faces around the room. “She that bad?”

He wobbled his head. “Well.” He drew out the word. Thinking of all the times she’d treated him like nothing- like less than nothing. Like something that had once had great value but was now irrevocably broken.

And then he thought of the other mage. So much weaker and yet able to dominate him completely.

How Yennefer had never done that. Had never wanted that. Even though it would have been so easy.

And then he thought of Ciri and how much she needed Yennefer. How her chaos swelled and terrified her. How Yennefer was lighting in a bottle and might be the only one who could teach her to control the sun.

And then. Then he followed the djinn’s magic in Geralt’s chest to the lightning in her veins. To the longing in her chest.

She wanted something real.

“No.” He said at last. “We all just took Geralt in the breakup.” He grinned easily.

There were several snorts and Geralt glared fiercely at him.

“You.” Ciri glanced between him and Geralt. Trying to judge the situation. “Dated her?”

“That’s a word for it.” Lambert grinned nastily into his ale. “I’d call it-“

Geralt smacked him.

“Why’d they break up- I hear you asking.”

“She didn’t!” Geralt growled.

“But she would given the opportunity.” He smirked as Lambert shoved him in retaliation. Distracting him. “And the answer is Geralt makes terrible life choices.”

She softly laughed and he counted it amongst his greatest victories.

“What can you shift into?” Vesemir asked, pointedly not looking up from his book, where they all gathered around the fire before bed. A storm howled outside. He suspected if not for the warmth of Ciri’s magic he’d be frozen from the draft alone. The impressive amount of furs Lambert was wrapped in strengthened his conclusion. He adjusted the cap over his ears anyway. “Geralt’s only mentioned beasts before but when you meet back up he said you were a griffin.”

Geralt tensed against his back and Ciri glanced back at him from where she was propped against his legs. He turned the page, even though he hadn’t finished reading it, to show how nonplussed he was by the question.

Over the years he’d only ever explained what he could do, what it meant, his limitations perhaps a handful of times. There were so few people in the world he’d trust with this.

His life he trusted to a great many friends. But this. This was his freedom.

“Suppose I’ve never felt like a griffin before.” He didn’t intend to feel like one ever again. “Or had the magic needed to follow through on such an impulse.”

“So if you had the magic,” Vesemir glanced at Ciri, “And felt like it you could be anything?”

“Well I think you’re underestimating the importance of feeling like it but I suppose that’s the general stroke of it.”

“Have you been a bed? A chair? That’d be real helpful I bet. Hide in a broom closet and just. Be a broom til the mob passes.”

“Have you ever really felt like an inanimate object Lambert?” He shrugged. “Shifting into a mouse usually accomplishes the same goal anyway.”

“If you shifted into the monsters in the bestiary Ciri could safely apply the skills she learns on how to identify and best the different creatures.” Vesemir stated.

Ah. Now he knew why Vesemir had brought this up when Geralt had clearly told them not to, based on the way they’d all danced around their questions since he’d arrived. Well. Except Lambert, but he'd only arrived a few days passed.

“The day I turn into a necrophage is the day I die. Seen more than enough of their innards over the years to know that’s never going to be in the cards thank you very much.”

“Alright no necrophages. But anything you could shift into we could add a far more detailed description of to the bestiary. Updated drawings. Behavioral notes-“ Eskel seemed remarkably enthused about the idea.

He thought about how empty the library was. Figured there was probably a reason for that.

“He’s not a party trick.” Geralt snapped, very valiantly.

“No, no it’s fine.” They all looked so excited by the prospect. Ciri’s eyes were gleaming. He itched under the cap. Hats were really not his look. But it was better than his hair. “Requests? I make no promises about being able to do it but I can certainly try.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt warned.

“I’ve got energy to burn after this morning.” He reassured waving his hand in Geralt’s face behind him. “Which you should know given the bonfire you made when you used igni to light the fireplace.”

“That was cause of you?”

“Pretty sure.” He nodded to Eskel. “Requests? Or shall I go back to my book?”

“A unicorn?” Ciri asked.

Simple enough in theory but, “They’re extinct.” A sad truth Geralt had confirmed years ago. “I’d rather not be the last of my kind.”

Are you the last unclaimed familiar? There are so few of you in this world. The mage had said. Had he ever met any? Where their thousands of people like him who hid in small mage-less towns or wild unkempt forests. Who didn’t shift and stayed safe in a single form their whole lives?

Maybe there were countless people like him and he’d just never recognized them- how would he recognize them? Maybe there were loads of them and he just didn’t know where to look.

Or maybe he was one of the last. One of the last whose mind wasn’t held under chaotic waters to drown until he forgot everything he was.

Maybe he was one of the last.

Then where had they gone? There were days long past where every sorcerer, mage and druid had a familiar. Someone like him.

He’d never met any who did. Not that he'd met many.

“You could do the griffin again. Since we know you can shift into that.” Eskel suggested.

Geralt’s arm squeezed at his bicep. Like he suspected what a bad idea that was.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to see the form that hadn’t recognized him even a little.

“You could always try a dragon.” Geralt teased before leaning in and whispering right into his ear. “You don’t have to. We can just leave.”

The sparkle in Ciri’s eye grew.

“The only issue there- since I now know they’re real- is that I’ve never seen a living one. That egg does not count!”

“Borch wasn’t dead?”

“What?” He snapped around blazing fury. “Borch was a dragon?”

“You. Missed that part?”

“I am now Extra mad you didn’t wake me up. I could have seen a living dragon? You ass!”

“Not my fault you slept in!”

“Do you want to play the blame game about that day- because I definitely think missing seeing a living dragon is one of the lesser issues I could choose to be angry about.” He collapsed into Geralt’s lap and glared up at him. “Hm? Hmmmm?”

Geralt looked away but nodded.

“Glad we agree. Alrighty let’s see what I can do.” He climbed off the back of the couch. He was irritated and wanted to impress his cub. His mate’s family. That would help. Probably.

He shifted up into a bear. Because it was easier to feel big when one was big.

Lambert whistled.

What had he grabbed onto to become a griffin anyway?

He’d been caged. He was cold. He was alone and unwanted but not powerless.

He wasn’t powerless now. He could protect-

His mouth was full of blood.

The form snapped under him. Dropping him down until his heart raced and his incisors grated against each other and his ears were tight against his back and-

“Jaskier?” Geralt’s hand reached down to hold him and he shifted up to meet it. Tail wagging slowly even as his ears stayed folded back. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t enough.

They liked his songs well enough but that was all he had. He wasn’t pretty or handsome with his terrible hair shoved into an ugly winter toque and Geralt's ill fitting clothing and he wasn’t strong or helpful or a good cook. He couldn’t teach Ciri magic. Couldn’t hunt them more food even as he ate theirs.

No wonder your mate’s dead.

No wonder your mate didn’t want you.

Maybe she’ll make a better travel companion then.

They’d asked one thing of him and he couldn’t even do it.

It was easy to be a form he loved.

He didn’t love the griffin.

He didn’t love what it had done. Even if it had saved him.

He was scooped into strong arms and there was a dismissal of “Bedtime,” and he tried to swallow the sounds escaping his throat. Tried to stop the way his paws shifted to claws shifted to wings.

He couldn’t even do this. Couldn’t even be something useful.

Sure he could be a horse and carry them when Roach got tired. Could scout as a raven or pull buckthorn from a river without risk of drowning. But all the wolves and all the cats and Witchers knew he wasn’t useful. He didn’t want to be.

And when he wanted to be he couldn’t.

“Jaskier.” Geralt repeated under the blankets in their bed. “Talk to me.”

There was a request there- what shape do you want me to be- I’ll stay that way forever if it means you’ll keep me. Please.

“Thank you. Can you tell me what’s wrong? You haven’t done,” He grit his teeth as he pulled him in closer to his chest. “That in a long time.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s not.” Geralt squeezed the back of his neck. Tension leached from him. Geralt nuzzled at the toque pushing it up with his nose.

He grabbed it. Pulling it down firmly. “Don’t.”

“Jaskier.” He plead.

He curled tighter in on himself and pulled the hat over his eyes. “Just couldn’t find a form that fit. Hope you got me out of there before it got too repulsive- although maybe Ciri will appreciate knowing she’s not the only one who can’t control her magic right? Gotta find the little victories.”

“Jaskier what’s this really about?”

“Nothing.”

Geralt grumbled his frustration.

It wasn’t. It wasn’t about anything.

It was about how maybe he was the last of his people- his family- and it was about how his form wasn’t what he needed it to be and it was about the things he’d done that he couldn’t remember and didn’t want to and the blood in his mouth and it wasn’t about any of that.

He was scared and frustrated and alone and not good enough and-

“Is Jaskier okay?” Ciri called from the crack in the door.

He shifted out of the bed to her despite Geralt’s protests.

“I’m alright.” He leaned against the door frame. “I’m sorry for scaring you- I know its very upsetting looking when I shift like that.” He didn't know but the way Geralt paled after an attack like that was proof enough.

“Was that because I asked you to shift? Or because of this morning?”

“No.” He crooned. “No. I-“ He paused. Took her hands in his. “It was like this morning. You got frustrated and your magic responded. My shifting responds to my emotions too so when I got overwhelmed that happened. But it doesn’t hurt.” The emotions that caused it hurt. But the shifting didn’t at least. “Promise I’m okay.”

She watched him sternly.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes and rolled back on his heels. Sweeping a hand in front of his face dramatically. “I’m very worried Yennefer responds quickly to our message because she always looks immaculate and I am really not a hat person.”

“Really?” Her lips curved upward just a twitch.

“Ciri dear I am wearing Geralt’s clothing! I haven’t worn a color in months. Months!” He slid down the door frame and pressed a hand to his forehead. “I’m dying. Melitele forbid Yennefer see me like this. My reputation will be ruined. Ruined!”

Ciri huffed out a laugh. “Oh no. How terrible.”

“It is! I could hear the sarcasm in your tone but I am ignoring it for the sake of our friendship!” Geralt picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. “The audacity! The horror!” He continued to lament as they bid good night.

Geralt dumped him in the bed. “Gonna tell me what it was actually about now?”

“I am genuinely concerned about meeting Yennefer looking like this.” Geralt scowled down at him. “Would you feel confident and prepared if you had to face a monster without your armor?”

“Yennefer isn’t a monster.”

“You’re missing the point. I like how I look. I know it’s just hair and I know it’s just clothing but I don’t look like me. I don’t feel like me. I’m wandering the woods without armor and even when I’m not being attacked it’s still scary because I know how easy it would be to bleed me out.”

Geralt considered that and slowly sat down next to him. “Okay. I don’t know how to fix that.”

“Time will fix it. I’ll visit a proper barber and my tailor in the spring and all will be well again.” He knew that. He did. It just didn't make it easier.

He nodded. Tilted his head and looked at his face. Then dragged his gaze lower to the way his body did and didn’t fill out Geralt’s clothing. “I like how you look.”

“Sure you do.”

Geralt pushed him back in the bed. Leaning over him. “I do.” A hand came up to his head and pushed under the hat. He tensed but Geralt made no move to pull it off. “You’re not a hat person. I don’t mind that your hair’s not perfect cause it’s still soft and smells like you.”

His other hand and down the fabric of his shirt. “I like you in my clothing because it makes you smell like me. Like you’re mine. Even if it’s not what you’d normally wear.”

He hummed. “You want to show me just how much you like it?”

“I do.” He laced his fingers behind Geralt’s neck and tried to pull him down for a kiss. He didn’t move. “Was that really all that was?”

He closed his eyes. “No. But I don’t really want to get into all of it tonight.”

“Okay.” He said. But didn’t move closer.

He sighed. “What do you think it was? What’s worrying you?”

“You’re still angry about the mountain.”

“Hm. I did apparently miss a chance to see a living dragon so.”

“Mhm.”

He grabbed Geralt and rolled him to his side. “Geralt you’re a terrible liar. And if you hadn’t meant what you’d said, at least a little I’d never have believed you.”

“I was trying to break the bond. I thought I forced you into this life Jaskier.”

“Just like you forced Yennefer?”

He flinched.

“If you’d asked I’d have told you. That I was the one that bound you. That I hadn’t meant to do it and didn’t know what I was doing when I did but that I didn’t regret the time I spent with you. But you did. You regretted our time together.”

His gold eyes squeezed closed. He took several steadying breaths. His thumb stroking a strand of hair that had escaped the hat. “Not everything’s about you Jaskier.”

He frowned but resisted the urge to squawk about how it definitely seemed like it was about him.

“I was hurting from Yennefer and scared I had trapped you and terrified for the child of surprise I’d cursed just like you two. And I’m still terrified Jaskier. I don’t know how to be a father.”

“I’m not sure anyone does. I mean how many kids has Vesemir raised? And I’d be real surprised if he thought he knew how to do it proper.”

“Lambert’s good at keeping him humble.”

“That he is. It’s going to be okay. You’re not doing this alone.” He took Geralt’s face in his hands and traced the grain of his stubble. “Besides. I bet Yennefer’s going to roll up and out-parent both of us so hard that I can safely retire to my true calling of fun uncle.”

“Lambert’s teaching her how to make bombs. I think he’s got that position claimed.”

“Ah well I’ll figure out something.”

“Sure you will.” He smirked.

He propped himself up over Geralt, shoving him onto his back. “Alright I really need to kiss that damn look off your face. We good?”

Geralt smiled and pulled him down into a kiss. “We’re good.”

He walked the wall while the others trained in the courtyard. They couldn’t really expect him to work by himself.

They’d asked him if he wanted to join. Or less asked and more told him to when they'd arrived.

He thought he’d sent a fairly clear message when he flipped them the bird become becoming an actual bird and flying away. Spent the afternoon gathering dirt on all of them. Their horses were just so eager to share.

He’d spent a lot of time and energy not learning how to fight and he wasn’t going to change now just because he was living with witchers.

In a big crumbling keep.

It kind of looked like a fortress. A castle. Like something out of a storybook.

They did already have a princess.

How hard would it be to have a dragon?

He fluttered over a broken section of wall.

His keep shouldn’t have broken sections of wall. How was he supposed to keep his hoard safe?

Cause dragons had hoards. And were fiercely protective of them. He assumed.

What would he hoard? Instruments maybe. Admirers. Books.

Laughter roared in the courtyard. He looked down at them. At his family.

His.

Care for. Love. Protect.

He leapt between the stone’s crenellations.

What else made dragons dragons?

Old. Wise. Powerful.

Well there had to young stupid dragons. He could fill that niche. At least he was powerful. He had the sun warming his bones.

Prideful.

They were beautiful.

He wasn’t right now.

But he could be. He could be whatever he wanted.

The edge of the crenellation crumbled under his feet and he began tumbling down the steep walls to the cliffs below.

“What else can he turn into? Can he turn into a shrieker? A unicorn? A dragon?”

He spread his wings and twisted into the sky.

Freedom. It felt like freedom.

He loved to shift.

He loved this form.

He circled his home. His nest. His hoard, gathered in the courtyard as he landed.

“Fucking hell.”

He settled on the steps into the courtyard and tucked his chin over the edge to watch them back.

“That one’s new.” Geralt told them unhelpfully.

Rude. He huffed at Geralt. All hot air. The snow that had collected on his armor and hair melted.

“You’re a dragon!” Ciri marveled as she slowly reached out to touch him. Her small hand roving over the scales of his face. He rumbled his approval.

“Show off.” He smacked Geralt with the tip of his tail without looking away from Ciri.

“You’re so fucking warm!” Lambert was plastered over his flank. “I’m stealing your bard for the rest of the winter.”

“No you’re not.”

“It’s too damn cold in the keep. He’s mine now. Jaskier you’re mine now. I claim dibs.”

He’s got dibs Geralt. Guess I’m his now.

“That is not how this works.”

“It definitely is.” He’s right. It definitely is.

Geralt turned and started to walk away. He hauled him back by the scruff of his shirt.

Eskel leaned against him. “Not that I’ve seen a lot of dragons but-“

Creative liberties.

“Not going to be terribly educational then.” Vesemir sighed pretending not to be leaning into his warmth as much as he was.

I’m very educational. I’ve taught her what a red dragon might look like.

“Ciri this isn’t what red dragons look like.”

“It’s what a red dragon looks like.” He nuzzled her in approval.

It’s what your red dragon looks like. He pointed out.

“I suppose it is.” Lambert and Eskel made retching noises at Geralt. "What our red dragon looks like."

Ours. His chest broke out in a mighty purr. His hoard.

His family.

[putas-in-suffering]

Quarantine Day 1:

A little treat for you babies. This was an idea that was already developed in our hive mind and just wouldn’t leave bc quarantining with Miguel is a whole ass vibe. So allows us to introduce part of Miguel’s Most Expensivest: Quarantine Edition. 

Miguel had promised you a relaxing day at home. He swore he’d get his work done as early as possible to free up the rest of his time for you. And despite the current state of the world, you were excited. 

It was just like Miguel to wait for a global pandemic to spend some much needed time with his lover.

You secure the tie on your swimsuit, scrutinizing your reflection. You smile at what you see, pleased with the product of your efforts. You dab some perfume onto your neck and wrists, feeling the butterflies beginning to set into your stomach. Miguel had texted you thirty minutes ago from his office downstairs, requesting you meet him by the pool in a half hour. You’d been tidying up the bedroom, organizing your closet when you saw the message, a smile instantly adorning your face at the prospect of spending time with your elusive partner.

You make your way down the stairs, bare feet making your movements muted against the marble floors. The house is quiet, the hustle and bustle of running a cartel shut down for the time being. You can feel the breeze through the open ceiling to floor glass doors that line the back patio, the air feeling divine on your bare flesh. 

You see a glass of champagne sitting idly on the dining table, waiting for you. You laugh at the gesture, your heart beating in anticipation. Miguel was always a little over the top. The clear waves of the pool call to you as you make your way outside, the low hum of music echoing through the outdoor speakers. The view is one of the main reasons you bought this house, the California hills and mountains shielding you from view from the rest of the world. In times like these it was easy to imagine you were the only two people that existed. 

A movement from your peripheral pulls your attention to your right and the lounge chairs that sit near the pool’s edge. The man who owns your heart is lounging in the warm rays of the sun, a glass flute of champagne gripped in his hand. 

And he’s naked. 

He’s as naked as the day he was born, brown skin on full display. Your eyes struggle to take all of him in at once. The smattering of hair across his legs, the firm muscles of his thighs, the ridges of his abdomen. You envision running your nails down the planes of his chest, knowing the hiss he would release in response. The strong chords of his neck call to you, begging to be marked with your mouth. His facial hair is trimmed neatly along his chiseled jaw, the mixture of black and grey making your thighs clench. Your eyes linger on the thick muscle resting between his thighs. You’ve had the pleasure of experiencing it first hand, but that doesn’t stop you from licking your lips at the sight of him. A pair of sunglasses are shielding his eyes. It's those sunglasses. The pair that have the power to make your panties flood. 

He looks every bit as luxurious as his bank account says he is. 

He’s aware of your reaction to him and he’s obviously pleased, a devilish smirk planted firmly on his bearded lips as he calls to you.

“Mi amor...” He beckons you with an outstretched hand. 

You go to his side, his free hand smoothing up your thigh and around to your ass as he plays with the string of your swimsuit.

“What’s this?” He asks, finger edging past the fabric and across your pubic bone. You shiver at the touch. 

“You said to meet you by the pool.” You reply, catching the smirk he wore at your slip of attitude. 

“No clothes while quarantining, baby...” He subtly demands, fingers now untying the knots. 

You hesitate for a moment at the feel of him pulling the material away, forgetting how isolated you now were in your own home. 

“No te preocupes.” He soothes and you nod, allowing him to expose you to the warmth of the day. 

He sets aside your champagne glasses and reaches his hand out to you, signaling what he wants. You move instinctively, straddling his lap. You hum at the pleasant feeling of his bare flesh against yours. His skin is hot from the sun and it heats yours instantly, cocooning you in a blanket of warmth. He immediately unties the strings of your top, ridding you of the garment. Your naked chest presses against his, his hands caressing your back in a gentle pattern. 

“Feel good?” He asks, his chest rumbling beneath you. 

You moan in response, burrowing further into his neck as his hands explore every inch of your body. The sun and breeze work together to lull you, your soft curves rubbing lazily against his hard lines. He sits you up, his fingertips tracing along your face and neck, his eyes still hidden by tinted lenses. You can see the mischief in them still. And the thought sends a jolt straight to your pussy.

“Hermosa...” He whispers against your lips, a firm hand now gripping the flesh of your ass. He captures your mouth with his, your tongues tangled in passion. You get lost in each other, your bodies writhing in search of friction. 

His lips move to your breasts, tasting you flesh. Your fingers thread into his hair, anchoring him to the nipple he’s attached himself to. Your back arches at the sensation, head thrown back as you grind into his lap.

“Miguel...” You breathe out, feeling him hard and wanting beneath you. Your thighs widen as you twirl your hips against him, ensuring he’s soaked and primed for your body. 

“What is it?” He asks, hearing the change in your breathing. You dig your nails into his chest and are instantly rewarded by the hiss that escapes him. 

“I need you.” You plead, curling around him as he sucks almost violently at your neck. 

“Put me in.” He softly demands, his voice the perfect elixir of smooth and rough. You whimper and raise onto your knees, feeling him try to align himself with your opening. 

Your pussy pulses around nothing, desperate to have him embedded deep into your womb. You grip him in your hand, your walls taking him in slowly. You take inch by glorious inch, letting the familiar burn wash over you as he stretches your walls. You moan lowly when he’s reached your barrier, your body now pressed firmly against his. 

“Fuck, baby...” He curses, forehead buried in the crook of your neck.

Neither one of you move at first. You savor the feeling of fullness, feeling the throbbing of his cock against your walls. You squeeze him within you and he nips at your neck in retaliation, a low growl falling from his lips.

You both take your time, moving in an unhurried rhythm as you just feel the other. He lets you take control as your hips rotate above him, never letting him leave the confines of your body. His hands rest on your ass, gently guiding you. His sinful mouth devours your breasts, pulling a moan from your throat. It's perfect, the kind of coupling that almost makes you feel intoxicated. 

Miguel bends his knees, his feet firmly planted on the chair beneath you. You feel the thinly veiled control start to unravel as he bounces you in his lap, meeting your thrusts. You lock your arms securely around his shoulders, maintaining balance. A thick finger begins to assault your clit as he moves your hips, forcing you to take him in repeatedly. 

“Oh, god...” You cry as the crescendo builds, readying for your climax. Pleasure leads you as you move with him, lights beginning to dance behind your eyes. Your limbs tense and your spine twists as wave after wave of ecstasy pulls you under. Your walls quiver and ricochet off his cock, your hips no longer moving in tandem with his. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He confesses between gritted teeth. 

His jaw is clenched, his arms straining with tension as he continues to pound up into you. The sound is obscene, but it only adds to the moment as he finally releases inside of you. His hips stutter as his body spasms, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. You moan at the feeling, basking in the guilty pleasure of having him fill you. 

Satiation hits immediately. Miguel pulls you to him as he reclines against the propped up back of the chair. Your ear settles over his chest, listening to his heartbeat attempting to slow down after his high. His hands run up and down your back, his softening cock still locked in your depths. You can feel his cum threatening to escape from between you as you adjust your position. Your eyes already feel heavy, the combined stickiness of sweat and fluids securing you to him for the time being.

“Jesus...” You say with a tired laugh, trying to catch your breath.

You crane your neck up to look at him, those ridiculously attractive sunglasses still perched on his nose. Beads of perspiration decorate his forehead, but there's an ease to him that wasn't there before. 

“Its Miguel.” He quips, smiling at his own joke. His arms encircle you while your fingers dance delicately over his chest. 

“That was quite a surprise.” You tease, pressing a kiss to the flesh beneath you.

“I’m taking full advantage of this quarantine, my love.” He showcases his white teeth in a grin, and even though his eyes are hidden, you know he’s winked at you. His statement is further punctuated by the light slap on your ass, his fingers in no hurry to stray from where the two of you are still joined. 

You only smile, letting the breeze, the sun, the music, the champagne, and Miguel’s touch take you away. Spending the quarantine with the cartel may not be so bad after all. 

[op-peccatori]

pillowtalk (nsfw) | MLQC Victor | Kinktober: October 26th

Prompt:Sleepy Sex || Religion Kink || Mirror Sex 

Here’s my final entry for Kinktober! Just something sweet to wrap it up 🥺

A big, big thank you to our captain on this adventure: @alloveroliver​ 💫

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Reader/Victor

Rating: 18+ 

Word count: 2200

Warnings: explicit sex, oral sex, fluff, cervix brushing/cervical orgasm, 24/7 room service

a/n: im so in love with this man of course I wrote honeymoon sex featuring him. title’s from zayn’s song

in case you want some music with it:

borderz- zayn

dance me to the end of love- the civil wars

“You’re my past, present and future. The love I never expected or even hoped for, and the one that I can't live without. The one that’s become my whole world.”

At first, you think it’s the sound of the waves crashing on the shore that wakes you up. That’s all you hear, the sound so soothing you just want to sink into the bed and never leave.

Then you think it could be the pleasant ache between your legs, a remnant from the night before, that gently drags you out of your deep sleep.

You’re tucked against a firm body, with warm puffs of air in your hair and soft snores accompanying them. You stifle a lazy giggle, a flush making its way up your neck when you take notice of something stiff poking your rear.

Your eyes flutter close and you’re not sure how much time passes, if any at all, before you feel fingers in your hair, gently sweeping strands off your face, nails scraping against your scalp. It almost feels like a sweet dream, feeling the featherlight strokes on your arms, on your thighs, across the soft plane of your abdomen – curious and gentle, and you lean back into the touches keenly. There’s a warmth in your bed; it moves closer to you, it’s lips like clouds on the back of your neck.

“Good morning,” it murmurs into your hair, the hands on your outer thighs slipping up your skin to caress your ass. The little nightdress you’d worn to bed had shifted up to expose your lower body sometime during the night, leaving you vulnerable to teasing touches and ravenous gazes. “Mrs Li.”

You can’t help the way your mouth curves up at the words, the excited skip in your heartbeat; you’re still slightly hazy with sleep as you shift on your pillow, eager to see where this leads. The hand moves back between your legs, this time stroking the soft inner flesh of your thighs before pressing against your sex lightly, stoking the embers deep in your belly with an intimate and familiar touch. Your lips part when you feel butterfly kisses on your jaw, and a hand sneaks under you to cup the breast spilling out of the satin. A thumb swipes over the pebbled nipple, and you feel his warm breath on your shoulder.

Your blood begins to pump with anticipation when you feel his lips on the shell of your ear next, teasing and tracing. You shiver when he leaves open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your spine, starting at the nape of your neck, clever fingers rolling a nipple like it’s a beloved instrument, ready to draw out the intricate melody he never tires of hearing.

“Oh,” you moan softly into your pillow. You feel the hot slickness pooling in your sex, encouraged by the fingers stroking there delicately.

Victor nips at the flesh of your waist, rubbing his cheek against your warm skin. “You’re so warm.” You pout when he pulls away, thinking he’s given up on teasing you for the moment, but then he shifts you around until you’re in the middle of the bed, until your leg is curled over his shoulder and his mouth is between your legs. You’re still lying sideways, his head rests on your lower thigh, and his lips trace your slit before his tongue follows. “Sorry. I couldn't help myself.”

Your breath hitches at the action, and you blink rapidly as his tongue parts your rapidly puffing lips and dips in for a taste. “I-I can see that.”

“Mmm. I think I’ve found a new breakfast favourite.” The measured cadence in his voice has you biting your lip, barely holding in your whimper. “Let me hear you, love.” He continues to knead the round globes of your ass as he recreates a dance you danced the night before, eager to see a repeat performance centred around your pleasure, a feast meant for him and him only.

You murmur things incoherently; it sounds like his name, half a plea and half a whine, a thick fog of pleasure settling in. Your hips rock languidly into his questing mouth, as your hand curls into tousled hair restlessly and tugs.

“Ah, close-close-“

His pleased groan vibrates through you, immediately followed by his lips gently closing around your swollen clit, and with a high-pitched gasp, you come in slow, leisurely waves remarkably similar to the ones you woke up to. It leaves your limbs slack, easing you into a state where you’re not sure you can speak without slurring.

Victor curls around you again, burying his face in your shoulder and tangling your feet together, seemingly sated. You’re ready to fall back into the shadowy embrace of sleep with him when you realise there’s still a hard bulge resting against the swell of your ass. His breathing has almost evened out when you wiggle your rear against him in a tempting invitation. He hums into your neck, pushing your nightdress up further, fingers caressing every inch of skin they could reach.

“Temptress,” he mutters, not able to help the jerk of his hips into yours. You let a soft moan escape you, mouth quirking up at the way his hand flexes on your waist. But, with every intimate moment spent with him, you’re starting to realise that he can no more resist you than the sun can refuse to rise. “I can...I can wait.”

All he needs is a nudge.

“I can’t.”

There’s a noticeable pause before he lifts up onto his elbow, leaning over you until you turn your head and catch his lips in a deep, toe-curling kiss. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep but he’s wide awake, eyes bright and tender on you, something like possessive desire curling through his gaze; it’s as if he’s got his hands on a star that fell from the sky, right into his palms.

Your fingers reach back to brush his erection, and his hand curls around your wrist with dark eyes.

“Ah, ___. Tell me...tell me if you’re in pain,” he says, swallowing heavily, no doubt having flashbacks to the way you rode him last night.

“Victor.” You grind back into his crotch with deliberation. “You should finish your breakfast.” The sound that tears from his throat reverberates throughout your body, and you bring his hand up to your face to press your lips to his palm, letting him see the certainty in your eyes.

“...Very well then. If my breakfast insists,” he says huskily. He presses his forehead to yours for a moment, trying to regain his bearings. “How would it like to be taken?”

It’s ridiculous but your belly clenches all the same, and with a quickly hidden grin you shift to lie on your stomach, bunching your nightdress up under you. You hear the shuddering breath he lets out before he peels his boxers off and pushes your legs apart, wide enough for him to take his place between them. Long fingered hands glide up and down the back of your thighs; it takes a little adjusting, a slight lifting of your hips, a few pumps of his cock before the head can brush your entrance, dipping in and out shallowly, coaxing more wetness out from it while pulling the shroud of sleep off of you.

“I want to feel you inside me, Victor,” you say after turning your head, your cheek pressed into the pillow. “Please don’t tease me.”

But he does.

His response is to push into you with a slowness that robs the breath from your lungs, one hand curled around your waist and the other holding his weight. Inch by inch, achingly slow, like he wants to you feel everything – and you do, including his straining grip on you that belies his seemingly unhurried pace, stopping you from pushing back while he works on sucking bruises into the unmarked slope of your neck, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. He rocks his hips into you, gentle and easy until he bottoms out with a stuttered breath of your name, followed by a deep groan as his length is enveloped by greedy, velvet heat. “Fuck, ___.”

“God, Victor!” You bury your face in the pillow, your knuckles clenched around it, helpless against the way he grinds into you, wanting more of you, taking his time to stretch you out. "More. Please."

“I know, baby.” But he continues to glide in and out smoothly, his patience driving you to madness.

You nearly cry with relief when he finally leans back and pulls your hips up; your chest is pushed firmly against the mattress as his fingers dig into your flesh, and then he starts pounding into you in earnest, quick and hard, turning your brain to mush. All you can do is sob, pushing your ass back into his hips, trying to meet his thrusts. “Oh, please, please, please.”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh has never sounded more titillating. Victor pants into your hair, squeezes your swaying breasts and the edge of obsessiveness in his touch sparks more flames in your belly. He touches you with greed, with need and with so much care it’s a dizzying mess. He fucks you so deep you think you can feel his thick cock in your throat, and if your thoughts were more coherent you’d wonder how he’s this heated up when the sun has barely even come up.

Your eyes are wet with tears, or sweat – probably both.

You have a second of reprieve, to get it together, when he pulls out almost all the way, before slamming back into you; you scream and scream when you feel him deeper than you ever have before, brushing a part of you that builds a different, overwhelming pressure – and everything flashes white, every nerve in your body comes alive as you come around his cock with a force that makes you tremble all over like you’ve been broken into pieces.  

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and you hold onto those words as your knees still shake. “Just one more.”

Your blinking view changes when he pulls you up all of a sudden, holding you upright against his body as he thrusts up into your core, slowing down as he fucks you through your lingering orgasm. Your head falls back into his shoulder as you hold onto his forearm, nails digging in while the other hand slides up and back into his hair. His kisses are grounding, and you can’t help but respond to them dazedly. 

You can see the sea beyond the balcony doors, barely lit by the predawn light but for once your mind pays no further thought to it, your entire being captured by the cock sliding in and out of you, the thickset arms holding you up and the hand slipping down to your clit. 

“Vi-Victor, please, I can’t-“ 

“Last one, baby. You can.”

For the third time this morning you’re the wave crashing on the shore with unstoppable force, leaving ruined things in its wake as it slips away. Victor’s groan is sweet in your ears, his cum spilling into you a comfort, a satisfying conclusion. He likes that, you’ve realised. Something about the sight of his seed leaking out of your slit brings out that primal satisfaction in his eyes. It suits him.

For a minute, or maybe ten, you stay on his lap, quaking through the aftershocks. He whispers sweet praises into your skin, sweeter nicknames and promises of eternal love and something that registers at once – more sleep. Your ear is pressed against his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart, calming down along with it. He lays you down gently and you reach out for him again, drawing him into your arms as you both try to steady your breaths. You swipe his sweaty bangs away from his forehead, sweeping him into a deep, languid kiss. 

“Good morning, Mr Li,” you purr against his cheek, finally feeling more...human. You feel his little smile, catch a glimpse of his flushing cheeks before he buries them in the pillow. You press closer to him with a content hum. “I love you, my gorgeous husband.” Your needy husband, you think with a smile he doesn’t miss when he turns his head to observe you, in all your sweat glory.

“And I love you, my gorgeous wife,” he returns, surprising you. He continues to just look at you, and you’re struck by how content he looks, with one side of his hair still sticking up, his shoulder mottled with blushing bruises and his eyes lighter than you’ve ever seen them; your cheeks flush at how utterly besotted he looks, certain that your expression mirrors his. You give in to the urge to kiss him again, soft and swift. “I don’t think I’m going to let you out of bed today.”  

“But what will we do in bed all day?” you ask in feigned confusion, pulling back to stretch leisurely, completely aware of the way his eyes linger on your chest, on the slope of your neck, on the arch of your back.  “Won’t you get bored?” A breathless giggle bursts from your throat when his arms slither around you and he plants another kiss on your waiting mouth. 

“You could get some more sleep while I order our second breakfast,” he suggests. “I was thinking pancakes.” You nearly doze off while he calls up room service, soothed and sated as you watch the sun settle in its place, the water that looked so dark before now an inviting blue. You hear Victor hang up and scoot closer, pulling the soft sheets up to cover you both.

“I ordered extra syrup.” A quick glance at his pleased smile is more than enough to give you an idea of why he wants that extra syrup. You wish you were fast enough to click a picture.

“Mhm, that sounds lovely,” you say around a startling yawn. “I’ve always thought your skin would pair perfectly with syrup.” 

He doesn’t even blink.

“Well, as you once put it – I am quite a snack,” he says with a perfectly straight face, contrasting greatly with your gaping one, which you’re quick to get under control.

“Well,” you drawl in a perfect imitation, trying to suppress the fond smile threatening to break out at the sight of his smug one. You’d said that to Goldman, when Victor was definitely not around to hear. Goldman’s not a snitch, and your husband can be sneaky. “I was wrong.” 

As predicted, his eyebrow twitches just the slightest, though he pretends to be unfazed. “Were you?” 

“Mhm.” You rise up to crawl over his body, straddling his taut waist as you lean over him; he reaches up to tuck back the hair that spills over your shoulder in soft waves. You lace your fingers with his, pecking his temple, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth until he softens and melts into the press of your mouth to his. Your tone lowers conspiratorially. “You, my love, are the whole feast.” 

“Am I?” The adorable dust of pink across his cheeks gives him away, and he has nowhere to run with your arms bracketing his head, and the lovesick yet hungry look in your eyes. But the tiny smile tugging at his mouth tells you he doesn't mind at all, that he's ready for you to shower him with all your affection. 

“Yes, darling – and I’m still hungry.”  

[beetlebitchywitch]

Just fuck me up, Kat

So ok, she gave me an actual longer request via Discord, but enjoy some quality time with Gio 😏

Summary: Gio asks you to model for him. That’s it, that’s the post. 

(NSFW WARNING ⚠️)

   It was a gorgeous Spring morning the day that Scarafaggio finally tracked you down within the estate, bedecked handsomely in a red velvet robe with a mug of tea clasped gently in one hand.

   “Do you have a moment, bambi?” he asked, his voice still gruff from sleep. You grinned softly at him from your place by the day window and nodded, gazing out over the ample gardens where Bajo was already hard at work tending to his flowers. You enjoyed your little morning routine- each day, you’d wake up in a different bed, roll out of the arms of one of the men you adored more than life itself, and pad silently to the kitchen, where you’d pour yourself a mug of already brewed coffee (thank God that Bee liked to wake up so early) and curl up in the window seat of the breakfast nook, providing you the perfect view of the estate grounds dotted with the now-blooming flowers that Bajo worked so hard to cultivate. It was a beautiful sight, especially in the midmorning sun, but it seemed even better now that Gio seemed to be joining you. He slid onto the seat next to you, unable to stop himself from pressing an adoring kiss to your cheek.

   “It would seem you have the day to yourself, hmm?” he asked, watching along with you as Bajo tenderly pruned his most prized rose bush, roses he bred to bloom into the most gorgeous royal purple you’d ever seen. He even named them after you, the hopeless romantic.

   “I do,” you replied, sipping gratefully at your coffee. “The others are so busy, even though it’s Saturday. You think century-old demons would’ve learned how to manage their time by now.” You sent him a playful wink, which received a gruff chuckle in return. “Why? Did you have something in mind?”

   “As a matter of fact, I do,” he replied, though a tad more seriously than expected, which piqued your interest. What could he possibly have planned that required that kind of tone? He shifted to face you more directly, so you turned your attention away from Bajo and his roses and focused it on him. “I’ve been meaning to take advantage of the lovely early afternoon light that hits the smoking room for a bit of photography, and I wondered if you might be interested in modeling for me.”

   Well, that seems easy enough, you thought, taking another long sip of your coffee as you took him in over the rim of the mug. It was very unlike Gio to seem so...unsure of himself.

   “Of course, marito,” you said, hoping the pet name would reassure him. “Since when is modeling such a tall order?”

   He cleared his throat nervously, running his fingers through his already slicked back hair.

   “Well...the light would look gorgeous on your skin, bambi,” he explained, quirking an eyebrow questioningly. “I wondered if you might be willing to...reveal a bit more of it?”

   Ah. So that’s why he seemed so off. You couldn’t help but smirk, your gaze turning mischievous as you set your coffee aside, taking his hand in yours and rubbing the pad of your thumb across the back of it.

   “Scarafaggio,” you began, your voice hushed with faux offense. “Are you asking me to pose nude? The scandal!” He smacked affrontedly at your shoulder, pulling a delighted laugh from your lips. “Honestly, darling, you’d think you were asking me to help you kill a man.”

   “Well, it can be a great deal to ask of someone!” he retorted, and you suspected that he’d be blushing if he were capable of it. “How easy would it be for you to ask me to pose nude?”

   “I pegged you last night, my love,” you replied slyly, throwing a wink in for good measure. “You’ll find that my shyness when it comes to you has markedly declined since when we first met.”

   Oh, now you know he’d be blushing. You grinned excitedly as he rubbed his hand across the back of his neck with embarrassment flitting across his face before being replaced with faux stoicism.

   “You have one hour to prepare yourself for me,” he said, obviously trying not to let your mischievous glee get to him. “Wear that lingerie set I like, yes? The pink one.”

   And with that, he slid off the window seat, retreating back down the hall and leaving nothing but the amusing sound of grumpy Italian muttering in his wake. Never a dull day with Gio around, it seemed. You quickly downed the rest of your rapidly cooling coffee before tossing the mug in the dishwasher and retreating back to your room. You only had an hour to get ready, after all.

   When the time came, you walked confidently to the smoking room, wrapped luxuriously in a long silk robe to hide your nearly nude body from prying eyes. With your hair pulled back in a loose braid and your makeup applied flawlessly, you simply couldn’t help but feel as sublime as you knew Gio’s camera would make you look. You rapped gently on the large wooden door before pressing inside, shocked by how bright the room could get with the heavy velvet curtains pulled back to let the sunlight in. He was right, the lighting was simply spectacular with the sun where it was in the sky, especially in the corner where the chaise lounge, now expertly framed to be photographed, laid. Gio’s head turned to you, a proud smile playing on his lips as he took you in. He held his hands out to you and you rushed to him, placing yours in his as he spun you, watching the robe flutter out gorgeously behind you.

   “My darling, you have outdone yourself,” he praised, clearly delighted by your beauty even with the robe still on. He let one hand come up to cradle your cheek, his eyes trained adoringly on your face. “Never in my life have I been blessed with such a spectacular model. Come, come…” He ushered you into frame, your skin already starting to warm under the light of the sun as he pushed at your shoulders until you sank, sprawling out on the chaise lounge. He was a flurry of hands as he positioned you for the first shot, with one leg up on the lounge and the other stretched the floor, your robe spilling over the edge of the seat like a curtain of inky blackness. In the light of the early afternoon sun, you were simply stunning, and Gio couldn’t help but feel pride well up in his chest at the sight of you framed so beautifully in his viewfinder, your body a masterpiece he just happened to be lucky enough to depict. A few more photos of you in the robe and he was satisfied- while he adored the sight of you dripping in fine Italian silk, he had to admit, no mere fabric could ever compare to your bare skin, no matter how luxurious its craftsmanship.

   “Stand up for me, piccola,” Gio commanded softly. You obeyed, gazing out the window towards the garden again as he adjusted the camera’s height, saddened by Bajo’s absence from the colorful scene, his work in the garden likely finished for the day. You truly did enjoy watching him work, but you couldn’t let yourself get distracted from the task at hand. Once the camera was at the correct height, Gio turned his attention back to you, anticipation burning like hot coals in his eyes. “I want you to untie the robe for me, my dear. Slowly now, there you go…”

   He encouraged you softly, gently, as your fingers gingerly gripped the sash holding the robe together. He murmured sweetly in Italian as you slowly, slowly undid the knot, shivering at the sound of the shutter clicking with every photo he took. Your fingers slid just barely along your skin as you let the robe fall open, revealing the baby pink lingerie set Gio adored so much, the fine lace cradling your breasts gorgeously and framing the swell of your ass more perfectly than any other set you owned. So much of your body was still hidden, and yet you suddenly felt more exposed than ever, Gio’s eyes wide and adoring as he watched you intently.

   “That’s it, there’s a good girl,” he encouraged softly, his whisper quiet voice still managing to bounce through the rest of the room. “Now, I want you to slowly, very slowly, start to slide it off. Let it slide just off your shoulders, let your fingers only barely kiss your skin. You’re doing wonderfully, così splendida, la mia ragazza perfetta…”

   You couldn’t help but obey, your hands almost moving on their own just from the sound of his velvety voice caressing your ear. You felt nearly enveloped by the sweet crooning of Italian as the robe slid from your shoulders, the barely-there caress of your fingers along with Gio’s gentle murmurs raising goosebumps across your newly exposed skin, despite the warmth of the sunlight now kissing your shoulders. God… You could feel the pleasant weight of Gio’s attention, could almost imagine the way his eyes trailed over each tantalizing inch of skin you revealed as he encouraged you in words you didn’t understand, didn’t need to understand. With every second, the robe dropped lower and lower, held up only by your forearms as it pooled beautifully around your hips, exposing your breasts fully to the focus of the camera. Oh God, you could picture it, your body glowing in a halo of radiant sunlight, the moment in time captured forever, and it made you shiver as the silk continued to slip off of your body. Your mind wandered, imagining all the ways Gio would pose you, reveal you, expose you...you fell so deep into the fantasy that you didn’t even hear the door when it opened.

   “Scarafaggio, mi amigo, you would not believe the luck I am having,” Bajo exclaimed, striding seemingly unknowingly into the room, a large bouquet of assorted blooms in his hand. “Take a look at these newest blossoms, see how gorgeous they...h-how gorgeous they...oh…” His gaze had finally fallen on you, fully enraptured as the robe finally slipped off your body and onto the floor, a puddle of black silk pooled at your feet. You felt the urge to cover up as his hungry eyes dragged up your body, devouring every inch of you with his gaze, but you held firm despite the blush creeping up your neck to stain your cheeks.

   “She is sublime, is she not, Escarabajo?” Gio crooned, taking a moment to step away from the camera and let his eyes travel their own journey across your exposed body. You shied under their dual gazes, feeling yourself shamefully growing wet under their attention.

   “Indeed,” Bajo sighed, not daring to look away as he set his freshly cut flowers on the nearest armchair. “My flowers cannot compare to you at this moment, gatita. To what occasion do I owe the honor of getting to see this lovely display?” Ah, there it was, his signature ferality, his words drawled out through a hungry grin as he began to circle you, his footsteps landing heavy on the hardwood floor.

   “I’ve asked her to model for me, mio amico,” Gio explained. Suddenly, he perked up, as if a lightbulb had just gone on above his head. In an instant, he wore a matching grin to Bajo’s, sending a shiver down your spine as they both looked you over the way hungry sharks look at their next meal. “Perhaps you’d like to be of assistance?”

   Oh. Bajo stopped just behind you, and you froze as you could feel his breath dancing over your shoulder. It was silent, his presence so obvious despite not a single part of him touching you as you waited, waited for his answer. You trembled slightly, your breath coming out in soft pants, when a single finger traced its way down your spine, Christ, just barely grazing your skin, and he chuckled as you were wracked by a full body shiver.

   “It would be my pleasure,” he murmured, suddenly so close to your ear and you were gasping, fighting the urge to fall back into his arms. Gio clapped his hands together excitedly, breaking you from your reverie.

   “Excellent!” he exclaimed, quickly reaching into his pocket and pulling out...oh. “I suppose you wouldn’t mind putting this on her for me, then?”

   Oh God.

In his hand laid a baby pink collar, clearly crafted from fine leather with a small silver heart dangling from the center.

Oh God.

From here, you could tell it was engraved, and you bit your lip around a tiny whimper- you suspected it was your name. You didn’t need to see Bajo’s face to know that he was grinning like a madman.

   “‘Not minding’ is an understatement,” he chuckled striding over to take the collar from Gio’s hand before turning to you, a feral glint in his eye. “Well, querida, you heard the man. Kneel.”

   In an instant, your knees gave out, your body sinking to the floor with a painful sounding crack. You didn’t care. You couldn’t care, because Bajo was moving to stand behind you, Gio already poised and ready at the camera. You gasped as he ran his hand down your braid, a briefly comforting touch that preceded him slowly positioning the collar around your neck, the edges of his fingers tantalizingly grazing your sensitive skin as he fastened it, while all the while Gio was snapping photo after photo. When he pulled his hands away and the collar remained, you turned your head back and forth, testing out the feeling of the firmness around your neck. You could hear Gio’s gentle sigh from across the room and lifted your gaze to see him watching you adoringly.

   “You look...marvelous, piccola,” he murmured, snapping another photo of your ever-present blush. “The collar suits you. After all, it should- I am the one who made it.”

   ...That. Something about that did things to you. This wasn’t just a collar, it was his collar. He created it, just for you, to have you, to own you. You couldn’t help but whimper at the thought, your mind feeling like it was slowly filling up with wool as the weight of their dominance fully settled over you. You weren’t necessarily expecting this, but far be it from you to complain. You heard Bajo chuckle faintly, his hand landing comfortingly on your shoulder.

   “You like that, do you, querida?” he asked, letting his thumb stroke gently over your skin. You nodded, remaining silent and fighting not to hang your head you slid comfortably into your submission. “Such a good girl. What will you have her do next, Scarafaggio?”

    “Well, I’ll need her standing,” Gio commented, and in an instant you felt two pairs of hands under your arms, lifting you back onto your feet. You await his direction, fully ready to do whatever he asks of you. “Escarabajo...undo her braid for me, won’t you?”

   You gasped, watching as Gio positioned himself behind the camera again. You fought the urge to let your head loll backwards onto Bajo’s shoulder as he stood closer to you, his chest nearly pressed up against the smooth expanse of your back. He smirked, letting his fingers drag from your hips all the way up to your neck, chuckling softly as you shivered from the gentle touch. He got to work, slowly undoing your braid and letting your tresses fall back to your shoulders. Your eyes slid shut at the feeling of his fingers every so often grazing the nape of your neck- he undid your hair as if he were engaging in an act of worship, treating each strand as if it were a sacred artifact to be handled with care. Each time his fingers grazed your skin, you gasped, bucking up onto your tiptoes for a moment as the sensation shot through you like electricity. Your entire body was pulled taut, each little touch feeling like too much and not enough all at once. You longed for rough gropes, pawing hands, and biting lips, but what you got was the barest of touches to your skin as the last of your hair fell from the braid, cascading down your back as Bajo began to press reverent little kisses to your shoulder. You shuddered listening to the click of Gio’s camera capturing the intimate moment with Bajo’s arms wrapped around you, his hands splayed out across your stomach as his kisses grew more insistent.

  “Calm yourself, mio amico,” Gio chuckled, snapping yet another photo. “I haven’t even told you to remove her bra yet.”

   “Well, I believe you should remedy that, shouldn’t you?” Bajo retorted, his breath puffing out warmly against your sensitive skin. Gio chuckled, not hiding his obvious arousal from the situation as he let his eyes rove over your exposed skin. Not exposed enough, it seemed.

   “Yes, I believe you’re right. Unhook her bra and slide it off, but nice and slow, understand? I want as many shots of this as I can manage,” he instructed. Bajo nodded and let his hands wander from your stomach to your back, gentle fingers playing with the delicate hooks holding your bra in place. Your back arched from the near tickle of a touch, your head finally lolling back to rest against his shoulder as he achingly slowly undid one, two, all three hooks. Suddenly, your bra was slowly sliding from your shoulders, revealing your hardened nipples to the cool air as the camera shutter clicked away, capturing the moment in all of its glory. You sighed softly as the bra hit the floor and Bajo slid it out of the way with his foot, unable to stop himself from letting his hands travel up your body to knead at your breasts. Gio chuckled at your sharp gasps, immediately starting to take several photos in succession of the scene before him. Bajo’s hands were large and cool, the metal of one of his rings tracing teasingly across a nipple- he reveled in your immediate shiver from the touch and let the tips of his fingers gently roll the hardened buds, pinching and squeezing them until you were panting before the camera’s unyielding lens, shot after shot being captured of your growing need. The very thought of the pictures it was taking, you at Bajo’s mercy with your nipples being teased, made your knees wobble where you stood, so you leaned back against him harder, not wanting the pleasure to overwhelm you to the point that you actually fell. He held you up gladly, the soft material of his shirt sliding over the smooth expanse of your back as he continued playing with you, teasing you as he leaned up to whisper in your ear.

   “You like this, don’t you, gatita?” he murmured, his breath puffing hotly over your ear and sending a warm shiver down your spine. “You like knowing he’s capturing this moment and how desperate you look for us in that gorgeous little collar, hmm? Imagine each image, how perfectly it shows off your beauty as I take you apart. Would you like to see them when we’re done, querida? Would you like to see how delicious you look?”

   Christ. You nodded, arching up into his touch as he practically tortured your nipples, each agonizing moment captured on film by Gio, who was clearly delighting in the little display, though certainly not enough to not want to change things up.

   “Move her back to the chaise, if you would, mio amico,” Gio instructed, already readjusting the camera. Bajo obliged, thankfully guiding you into a seated position that took the stress off of your trembling legs. Gio looked you over contemplatively and you could see the gears turning in his mind as he thought up the next few photos he’d like to take. “...Spread her legs for me.”

   You couldn’t even describe the ferality of Bajo’s grin as he happily obliged, grabbing each of your knees and spreading them apart until your legs were as wide as they could comfortably be, a thin scrap of pink lace the only thing keeping your pussy hidden from the camera. Still, Gio seemed unhappy- something was missing. He contemplated it for a moment, when suddenly, he perked up, his eyes darting over to the nearest armchair.

   “You wouldn’t happen to be willing to spare a few flowers, would you? I believe our piccola principessa would look simply sublime with a few petals strewn across her body, si?”

   “I couldn’t agree more, mi amigo,” Bajo replied, quickly striding over to his freshly cut flowers and picking out a few gorgeous peonies, their soft pink almost matching the color of your panties. He began plucking petals from the stem as he approached you, his feet falling heavy on the hardwood floor with every step. When he reached you, he had a full handful of delicate pink petals.

   “Lay back now, mariposa,” he instructed softly, notedly gently despite the hunger in his eyes. You obliged, leaning back on your elbows as he began sprinkling the peonies across your body, the baby pink petals laying delicately across your flushed skin. One even landed directly on one of your nipples, a featherlight touch that still made you gasp. When he was finished, you were heavily adorned with the blossoms, feeling like Persephone herself before Gio’s camera as he once again began snapping photos of you. You could feel your thighs trembling from how wide they were spread, the petals strewn their shaking like leaves as the two men watched on in delight.

   “I was right to have asked you to model for me,” Gio sighed reverently, zooming in for his next shot. “You are exquisite, bambi, the crown jewel of all our treasure, a goddess we are not fit to worship.” You whimpered at his poetic words, head lolling back as Gio took by far his favorite picture yet: you, your head thrown back with your lower lip worried between your teeth, body adorned gorgeously in flower petals and spread thighs trembling, just begging to be bitten. He suspected Bajo was thinking the same thing, given the way he licked his lips at the sight of you. “Bajo... I think she’s a bit overdressed. Don’t you?”

   Oh God. Your head flew forward, watching wide eyed as the two dons shared similarly mischievous, hungry grins as Bajo nodded. Having gotten more than enough photos of you with the flower petals, Gio moved from behind the camera to approach you, letting his hand swipe away the delicate blossoms before crouching in front of you, eyeing you intently. Bajo quickly took his place behind the camera, ready for whatever was to follow. Without breaking eye contact for a second, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and slowly, painfully slowly, pulled them down your legs, the camera shutter echoing throughout the room as Bajo photographed you each time your panties slid down so much as an inch. You’d gotten used to being without your bra, but without your panties, you suddenly felt incredibly exposed, each click of the camera shutter sending warm heat to pool in the pit of your stomach as it captured you in your most vulnerable state. When the panties were finally at your ankles, Gio pulled them off and tossed them aside. With a triumphant little smirk, he dragged both hands from your knees up to your inner thighs before spreading your legs once more, baring you to the camera’s invading eye and reveling in your immediate shudder. You fought the urge to close your legs again, especially with the way the two dons were staring you down so hungrily. It was all so much- you could practically feel their gazes on your skin, featherlight and gentle like their fingers, and it raised goosebumps across your entire body. The first click of the camera with your pussy so exposed to it was like a bolt of electricity traveling down your spine and you bucked up, unwittingly exposing yourself even more to their obvious delight.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Gio cooed, letting one finger tease along the edge of your pussy, tugging one lip aside for Bajo to photograph and pulling a choked off gasp from your lips. “Do you have any idea how difficult it's been to watch you, to photograph you, without being able to touch you? You look...you’re divine, la mia piccola dea.” His voice was hushed, awed, like he was daring to touch a precious masterpiece as he let one finger drag up between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingertips and just barely tracing over your clit. His barely-there touch was just enough to tantalize you, your body pulled as taut as a bowstring and ready to snap. You needed him, his touch, his words, his adoration, you simply needed it all and you were willing to beg to get it.

“P-please,” you stammered, eyes scrunching shut as you dug your fingers into your own thigh. “Marito, please, I...it’s so much, I need you, please…”

“Well, how could we refuse when you beg so sweetly?”

Your eyes flew open. You knew that voice. You whipped your heads towards the door, and standing there were the rest of the dons, arms folded across their chests and matching grins plastered on their faces. It was Zhuk who took a few steps forward, eyeing you up and down with a predatory glint in his eyes. “Well now, tsarina, don’t stop on our account.”

“Ah, welcome,” Gio greeted them, rubbing one hand comfortingly along your inner thigh. “We were simply having a little photoshoot with our darling girl. Tell me, gentlemen...you wouldn’t want to join us, would you?”

Oh God.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to impose, but…”

Oh God.

“If you insist on it, mo chara…”

Fuck.

“She does look mighty pretty, doesn’t she…”

You watched the men approach you as if in slow motion, rolling up their sleeves and licking their lips as if preparing for a meal. This was it. You were done for.

...And what a lovely way to go.

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Through the Night

Chapter 3

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It had been decided to meet at Sango’s apartment and from there they all would search out the location of the rune with Kagome guiding them. Kagome had said that there was an overwhelming feeling of malice coming from the point of origin...more than had been present at the abandoned ruin they had encountered a week before. While there could be no way of knowing exactly what had occurred at the previous attacks, this was undeniably worse than what they had already come across. Whatever this was it was big.

Miroku had been the first to arrive, armed with his holy staff and sutras, and waited while Sango got dressed in her demon slayer gear. Between the staggering evil Kagome was sensing and what was known about the runes, they all wanted to be prepared for the impending altercation that was sure to take place. 

He hadn’t had too many dealings with the slayers before, seeing as his line of work dealt almost entirely with the spiritual side of supernatural problems. Despite this he knew the outfit was a complicated mix of leather, armor plates at the vitals and joints, with various vials and compacts of poisons and powders tucked away into hidden spaces. While he knew in theory what the outfit consisted of he had never had the pleasure of seeing it worn in person, especially not by someone with Sango’s stunning physique.

When Sango exited her bedroom Miroku sucked in a breath at the sight. That skintight black leather that clung to her every curve...it was beyond enticing. There was something so incredibly sexy about it he couldn’t help but take in every inch of her lush form with his gaze. In that moment he knew he would let her do anything to him she wanted and he would enjoy every second of it. Even if it was just her kicking his ass.

He forced himself to drag his eyes away from her body to her face and saw she was looking at him. Something shifted in her eyes and he could tell she knew exactly where his thoughts had gone. He hadn’t exactly been subtle about checking her out but he was a man with eyes and she was exquisite. 

“I like the pink.” He told her, opting for something safer than what he was really thinking. ‘You’re fucking hot and that leather makes me want to do bad things to you.’ would probably not have gone over well. The plates of her armor were a pretty shade of rose and he wondered if it was a concession to her femininity or if it was just her favorite color.

“It’s my favorite color.” Sango admitted after a slight pause confirming his suspicions, and Miroku knew she had probably expected another one-liner out of him. “I know it sounds kind of frivolous but it makes me feel more confident on the job.”

Before he could respond there was a knock and they could both hear Inuyasha through the closed door.

“Hey! Hurry the fuck up, will ya? Let’s get going!”

“Inuyasha! Would it kill you to be a little patient?!” came Kagome’s admonishment.

Sango and Miroku shared a look at their antics, a small secret smile between the two of them before she went to the door, opening it.

“There ya are. What’s the hold up?” Inuyasha said without preamble. The beads for his human glamour were back around his neck but because they all had seen his true form it had no effect on any of them. The glamour only worked so long as a person was unaware of the reality. Once that illusion was dispelled it no longer had any effect.

Kagome was standing beside him in clothes more practical for fighting than her usual attire - jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. A bow and quiver full of arrows was slung over her right shoulder and a look of determination was on her face. Around her wrist was a bracelet that no doubt was disguising her weapons from view of the average passerby.

“We’re ready.” Sango reappeared by his side, her hair tied back in a high ponytail and he noticed the large weapon hoisted across her back, almost as tall as she was. It was in the shape of a boomerang and if he had to guess he would say it was made of demon bone, with brown leather straps at both ends to grip it. Such a weapon had to be heavy but she carried it with ease. He became impressed with her all over again.

Setting out, they followed Kagome, letting her take the lead as she focused on the location of the rune. She had explained that it gave off a feeling, almost like an aura that allowed her to trace it across the city. Finally, she stopped outside of what looked to be a condemned warehouse in the more run down part of the city just as the sun was setting.

“It’s here. I feel it.” Kagome’s voice was full of trepidation. 

Even without her words it would have been obvious. The sheer evil emanating from the place was palpable. As a whole they all readied their weapons and approached the structure, Inuyasha taking the lead. Considering he was the most resilient of the four of them no one fought him on it. The heavy metal door, rusted with disuse, swung open with a creak. 

“Inuyasha, we should be careful. We don’t know what’s waiting for us.” Miroku warned.

“You think I don’t fucking know that?” The half demon scoffed. “Besides this aint nothing I can’t handle.”

‘I wish I had that kind of confidence.’ Miroku thought, sighing.

Cautiously, they entered. Immediately upon crossing the threshold the scent of blood was unmistakable, even to Miroku’s human nose. Shafts of the remaining light of day crept forward from the busted out windows along the walls, helping to illuminate the emptiness inside. It stretched wide, the remnants of what was probably once a bustling business years ago. But the years hadn’t been kind to the place, cracked concrete and chipped paint accentuated by spots of mold and mildew. And worst of all, the decaying bodies towards the back wall, cast halfway into shadow. Underneath the stench of blood was the fetid smell of rot.

“There’s so much blood. Those bodies...” Kagome said in a slightly horrified voice.

“Yes. Likely killed by whatever demon is currently inhabiting this place.” Sango said, her expression grim.

“Where the fuck is it though?” Inuyasha growled.

As they warily made their way deeper inside Miroku’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and he suddenly noticed the thick cobwebs all around. At first he had discounted them as merely vestiges from the deterioration of the place but there were so many, the strands thicker than anything a normal spider could produce. Now that they were closer he could see the dead bodies were pale and bloated, and almost as white as the filaments of web they were cocooned tightly within. Red stained the floor around them where no doubt the victims had struggled before being overtaken by the spider demon. 

Next to the carcasses were white sacs with bulges that shifted every few seconds, ensconced in more web. There had to be at least twenty of them that Miroku could see and it made his skin crawl. They could only be one thing. Spider egg sacs. This was going to get messy.

“Spider demons. Such nasty things.” Sango commented beside him.

“Ew! Are those…?” Kagome didn’t finish the question but they could all see where her line of sight was. She had also noticed the eggs sacs and was staring at them with revulsion. 

“It’s just some fucking spiders. Big deal. I’ll squash them then hunt down the bastard that’s behind all this.” Inuyasha said with his usual bravado.

About midway into the building they still hadn’t seen any sign of the rune but it was a big place. Wherever it was, no doubt it was feeding all the negative energies straight to the person responsible for orchestrating this carnage. Blood sacrifice was the strongest source of power for black magic so Miroku was hardly surprised but it made the scene no less disturbing.

He felt something wet drip onto his shoulder and, with a bad feeling, turned his head to look. He reached up with his free hand to dip his fingers into the fluid and inspect it although he already knew. Blood mixed with some kind of clear fluid…

Sango glanced his way and noticed what he was looking at then locked eyes with him. Understanding dawned. As one they turned their eyes upward and the scene that greeted their gaze was an even worse horror.

More corpses hung from the ceiling suspended from strands of spider silk, dripping blood and what was possibly the remnants of the demon’s poison. The ceiling was covered with the largest spider web he had ever seen and right in the middle of the net was the mother spider demon. It was huge, her body glistening and black, legs splayed across her massive web. The humanoid head had a mane of black hair and was wearing an ugly sneer full of teeth, red eyes trained right on them.

“Look up! It’s on the ceiling!” Miroku called out.

Sango slung her weapon from her back, preparing to throw it while Kagome yelped and Inuyasha readied his sword. The spider demon scuttled from its perch towards the wall where the other bodies and eggs lay, moving with surprising quickness. 

Sango threw her weapon with a battle cry of, “Hiraikotsu!” and the spider demon leapt from the ceiling to the ground at the same time, narrowly avoiding it. The demon knocked it with one of its legs throwing her boomerang off course and into the egg sacs. It landed with a thud and there was the sound of the sacs ripping. Black bodies began pouring out of them.

“Shit. I had a feeling this was going to happen.” Miroku said in resignation as they watched the spider demon babies crawl towards them. There were hundreds. 

“Get them, my children!” The demon hissed as she used her legs to rend the remaining egg sacs open, and the whisper of thousands of legs and bodies scurrying around filled the air.

“Fuck, if I could use the Wind Scar this would be so damn easy.” Inuyasha griped as he leapt forward to meet the mother spider in battle. Miroku agreed; with the modernization of everything using an attack that powerful risked leveling the entire building they stood in, and possibly part of the surrounding structures. Not to mention exposing demonkind to humanity, which would have serious repercussions.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome called out, running after him while casting her gaze about, no doubt still searching for the location of the rune in the huge place.

“Miroku, we should let Inuyasha handle the mother spider and take control of the babies!” Sango called as she drew her sword, cutting a path through the demon spawns, trying to make her way to where her main weapon, Hiraikotsu, lay.

“I was about to suggest the same thing.” Miroku agreed, swinging his staff as they began to be overtaken by the massive outpouring of spider babies. Hundreds. Possibly even bordering on a thousand...the sheer number of them was overwhelming. Miroku took a moment to wonder what would have happened if they hadn’t discovered the scene...the city would have been literally overrun.

Numbers were against them, that much was becoming apparent as they fought against the press of bodies. Miroku’s shakujo burned with holy power where it struck the demons, but there were just so many. Next to him Sango was wielding her wakizashi with expert skill, her movements smooth and practiced, but for every two she cut down ten more took their place. It was never ending. He reached into the jacket he was wearing and pulled out a set of holy sutras and flung them at the demons, activating them with his spiritual powers. The move took out a considerable amount but it was like a drop in the bucket for how many they still faced.

“Miroku, cover your mouth and nose!” Sango suddenly called, and he instantly obeyed, trusting her and creating a barrier with his power to shield them. Without him noticing she had equipped her slayer mask, retrieving a vial of some kind of poison from one of her hidden pouches. She threw it down upon the ground and into the swarm before them. It shattered, releasing a blue cloud that began to spread across the demons. Where it touched the demons started to convulse and cease their movements.

Taking advantage of the momentary reprieve they rushed forward. There were still hundreds attempting to crawl and bite their way at them but they continued to move, Miroku throwing out more sutras and slamming his staff down into the fray while Sango hacked away at them. Even though the situation was serious he still wished he could take a moment to simply stop and watch her. Her movements were so fluid, like a dance of death, and it was captivating.

Just as they had almost reached their goal, the webs all around them shifted suddenly. Shooting out from behind them the strands wrapped themselves around Sango’s leg. Miroku saw it coming and attempted to break the hold with his shakujo, and while it severed part of it, the filaments burning from the holy power, they still held firm. More webs shot out and knocked him to the side. Sango attempted to cut away at the web surrounding her with her sword but more just took their place. As she was dragged upwards more encircled her arms, trapping her movements. She struggled against her bonds and they just gripped her tighter. 

“Sango!!” Miroku cried out, his heart missing a beat.

Kagome had run after Inuyasha when he leapt forward to fight the spider demon head on. Spiders sickened her but she forced herself to concentrate. This was no time to be acting scared. She had a job to do. Besides, she had Inuyasha with her. Even though his attention was being taken up by his fight with the mother spider she trusted that he was fully aware of her safety. Or at least she hoped he was. Preparing her bow with an arrow she stood by and attempted to hone her senses. Where was it…?

There.

“Inuyasha! The marking! It’s back there, on the far wall!” Kagome yelled, already on the move. Almost instinctively she knew she had to destroy it. Break the connection that had been formed between the corruption taking place here and where all that negative energy was flowing. Right now it was a conduit, feeding power to the person at the other end of the spell.

“I’m a little busy here!” Inuyasha shouted back, blocking a strike from one of its legs with his sword while flipping to dodge another one coming at him from behind. With a grunt he sliced his sword to the side and severed one of its legs, diving beneath its abdomen to slash at the vulnerable underbelly. Screaming in pain at the dismemberment, it rose up on its two back legs, the thing faster than it had any right to be, and avoided his attack. 

“Dammit!” Inuyasha cursed, rolling to his feet in one smooth move and vaulting to stand atop it just as webs shot out to surround him. They wrapped around his sword arm, cutting off his downward swing.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome stopped, taking aim with the arrow already notched onto her bow. She fired and the arrow flew true. Leaving behind a trail of pink it shot towards its target and struck right at the point where the strands were connected to Inuyasha, freeing him.

“Cutting it a little close there, don’t ya think?! You almost hit me!" He called to her as he avoided more webs.

“Except I didn't! A simple thank you would be nice!” She snapped back.

Inuyasha didn’t bother to reply as his attention was consumed again by his fight with the spider demon; so Kagome continued on her way to the rune. As a priestess she could take care of herself and clearly Inuyasha didn’t need or appreciate her help anyways. 

She was almost at the back wall where the rune was engraved into the concrete when she became aware of the sounds of scuttling behind her. Looking over her shoulder in horror and already knowing what it was, Kagome saw the demon spider babies advancing on her. With a surge of adrenaline she raced the rest of the way and reached it just as the demons reached her. In one smooth motion she grabbed an arrow from her quiver and notched it as she turned around firing, facing the onslaught. It cut a path through the swarm in front of her and she breathed a sigh of momentary relief.

Her sacred arrow didn’t stop them from coming though, and she found herself firing arrow after arrow. No matter how many she killed there were more to take the place of their dead siblings. The rune needed to be destroyed, she knew this as well as she knew her own name. Finally, with a cry of frustration she stopped in her assault and slammed her right hand onto the rune, her left hand still gripping her bow tightly. Her power flared, engulfing the bow in the pink halo of light with her spiritual power and simultaneously channeling power through herself into the rune to purify it. 

Using her bow as a focus Kagome formed a barrier around herself. Where the demons hit it they burned but that didn’t seem to stop them. They kept pressing in on her until they killed themselves, suicide by purification, and more crawled over the ashes to continue the charge.

Gritting her teeth she maintained her barrier while she turned her attention to the mark her right hand was pressed upon. Again she felt that thick oily sensation of evil coating the back of her throat and she fought against it. It almost seemed to reach within her attempting to taint her with its malevolence and Kagome only intensified her power, refusing to be corrupted. She was gaining ground, but with her focus split between the preservation of her barrier and the purification of the rune she couldn’t destroy it. This would require everything of her, and she simply wasn’t able to do that if she wanted to keep her barrier up.

‘Screw that.’ she thought, ‘I’m stronger than this. I can do this.’

“Sango!!”

Sango heard Miroku’s cry as she was lifted up by the webs wrapping more and more tightly around her. With her arms trapped she could no longer swing her wakizashi to free herself, and it hung from her hand, useless. Dammit. She hated spider demons.  

Triggering the hidden blades at her wrists, the curved knives sprung out and sliced through the strands enveloping her arms. In the same breath she pitched her weight forward and used her now-free sword arm to cut through the remaining webs that had captured her leg. No longer restrained she continued the movement into a somersault as she fell, resheathing her blades in the process. It was a long way down and she risked spraining her ankle but it was better than the alternative; become another sacrifice for the spider demon and her children.

She let out a soft oof as she landed, but it wasn’t the landing she was expecting. Instead of the shock of landing on hard concrete vibrating up her legs as her feet struck the ground she felt strong arms wrap around her and a very masculine grunt rumble through the warm chest she was pressed up against. Miroku must have caught me… she barely had time to think. Before she could fully register the position she found herself in, the spider babies began to encroach upon them.

“Sango! Are you ok?” Miroku’s voice came right by her ear, his breath hot. With one arm still braced around her he used the other one to swing at the demons while setting her down onto her feet. One of the demons managed to avoid his staff and jumped at him, landing on the side Sango was not being held against. Miroku let out a pained sound and Sango quickly slashed down at it with one of her wrist blades but not fast enough. It fell away, the damage done and Sango could see the blood beginning to spread from where its tiny fangs had pierced him. 

“Miroku!!” 

“I’m fine.” He told her as he held out his shakujo and focused his spiritual power on the formation of a barrier. A thin blue shield encircled them, but despite his words Sango could see the beads of sweat forming on his temple and the strain on his face. The spider babies continued to attempt to get at them but with Miroku’s power protecting them they were untouchable.

“I’m sorry but to keep you inside my barrier I have to keep you near.” Miroku told her, still holding onto her and beginning to move them forward. “Inuyasha should defeat the mother spider soon and once we retrieve your weapon you can impress me some more with your slayer prowess.” He joked weakly.

“Miroku…”

The spider bite had to have had some venom to be affecting him this much, and she felt guilty. If he hadn’t taken his attention away from the fight to catch her he wouldn’t have gotten injured. As they made their way to where her weapon lay she could feel him begin to lean more heavily on her. It was concerning. Finally they were at the wall where her Hiraikotsu lay amongst the corpses and empty egg sacs. She lifted her weapon up and turned to Miroku. His entire side was stained red where he bled and his face was pale.

“Keep your barrier up, I’m going to fight them.”

Before he could respond she left him propped against the wall and slipped from his arms to face the demons. In one smooth motion she threw her weapon and cut a swath through the hordes facing them.

‘Stupid fucking modernization of the world and stupid fucking demons.’ Inuyasha thought in irritation as he fought the mother spider. He hated not being able to use his sword’s full power; what use was the thing if he couldn’t even use it like it was meant to be used? Yet again, he would have to rely on himself but that was nothing new.

The damn thing kept chittering at him maniacally every time he missed and it was pissing him off. He was over it. It and all its damn babies needed to die and they needed to die now. Finally gaining the upper hand he leapt upwards, dodging more strikes from its remaining five legs and the gnashing of its fangs. A wave of web shot out at him and caught his left arm in its grip but wasn’t enough to stop the killing stroke of his sword. With one final slash Inuyasha beheaded the mother spider, putting an end to the fight.

“...Ba….kiiii…..” The demon croaked before the life faded from its eyes.

The webs around his arm loosened at the death of their mistress and Inuyasha pulled them off of him in disgust. Mission accomplished, he turned his attention to his companions.

Sango was throwing that giant boomerang weapon around killing spider babies left and right and Miroku had a barrier surrounding him, looking the worse for wear. Inuyasha could smell his blood and the demon poison but his friend was still alive so he figured any worrying could wait until the danger had passed. He turned to them and called out, “Hey! You guys good there?”

“Doing great, Inuyasha. Thanks for asking,” came Miroku’s sarcastic response. 

Sango didn’t bother to reply and just kept slaying demons, and Inuyasha had to admit she was damn good at what she did. She moved like a well-oiled machine.  

Where was that damn girl though…?

“Hey! Where the fuck is Kagome?!” 

Even as he asked the question, Inuyasha could smell her scent coming from the opposite side of the building.

“She followed you when you decided to fight the mother spider.” Miroku answered, his breathing more labored now. 

Inuyasha wasn’t listening anymore, was already running towards the far wall where he could see Kagome. The pink glow of a barrier surrounded her while she held her ground against the horde attempting to break through her defenses. What the hell? It was his job to protect her, his duty and she ran off with a whole host of demons on her tail. Did she have no regard for her own safety? He grudgingly admitted to himself that she was doing a good job of keeping them off of her but she couldn't maintain it forever. She had to know that.

He made quick work of the remaining demons and Kagome released her barrier with a gasp of relief. She opened her eyes fully and he was swallowed up in her gaze for the space of a heartbeat. She annoyed the hell out of him but damn if she didn’t find ways to get under his skin, and not always in an unpleasant way.

“Hey what exactly do you think you’re doing here, huh?” He demanded.

“Destroying the rune.” She answered shortly, turning all her focus onto the aforementioned rune her right hand was placed over. It was a nasty piece of work; he could smell the black magic pouring from it in waves. It was acrid and foul. If Kagome said it needed to be destroyed then he trusted her enough to believe her. Trust…

As he sheathed his sword his thoughts went back to that day she had invited him into her bedroom. She had told him she trusted him implicitly. And she had said it so easily, with no hesitation like it should have been obvious. That wasn’t something he was used to hearing, especially not from someone like her - a priestess. Sure he had an agreement with her family but it didn’t guarantee something like trust. That was something that didn’t come to him easily and it was difficult for him to understand how she could extend something as precious as that so readily.

Kagome’s power flared and she focused everything she had on the purification of the rune. Now that Inuyasha had killed the rest of the demons she didn’t have to split her attention and power in half trying to accomplish two things at once. She had been getting close, but it was definitely taking its toll on her. Her legs were starting to get wobbly from her sustained assault.

With a final burst she poured her all into the rune, purifying it and rendering it useless and inert. As the purity of her power consumed the black mark Kagome heard a scream of outrage echoing inside her head. 

‘You meddling little girl...you and your friends are next…!’ a shrill feminine voice shrieked. And then it was gone and she was alone inside her own head again and she was so tired.

Kagome took a step towards Inuyasha and before she realized what was happening her legs gave out. All at once the exhaustion of the confrontation hit her and her vision went a little fuzzy. She had used more energy than she realized, fighting a battle on two fronts for as long as she had.

Warm arms enveloped and supported her while she struggled to regain her bearings. Inuyasha. With a sigh she buried her face into his chest for a moment. She just needed a moment. Surely that wasn’t too much to ask for. 

“Kagome! Hey, Kagome!! Don’t you faint on me!”

There was genuine concern in his voice and she thought she must really be tired because she had to be imagining it. This was Inuyasha, afterall. With an effort she opened her eyes and lifted her head, pulling back slightly to meet his golden gaze. For a moment she was speechless. He was looking at her in actual worry, brows creased. As she stared he moved one of his hands to cradle her face.

“Hey! You ok?”

“Yes. Just tired...used a lot of power.” She finally replied.

At her answer he removed his hands from her and she felt bereft for a moment at the loss of his touch. Her strength was returning though so she was able to stand on her own two legs again. It was over. For tonight anyways.

Sango finished off the last of the demons with a speed she didn’t know she possessed. There was an ever present worry for Miroku in the back of her mind as she fought and the quicker they killed these demons the quicker they could get him patched up and healed. The guilt continued to eat at her. If she was a more talented slayer the webs would never have even caught her and Miroku would never have been injured.

When the last one lay in its death throes Sango rushed back to the monk’s side as he dropped his barrier, removing her slayer mask while settling Hiraikotsu across her back and kneeling beside him. He looked at her and gave a weak smile and she didn’t return it. There was no way she could smile seeing him like this.

“Hang on, Miroku.” She told him as she wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders and stood, helping him to his feet. He leaned on her heavily, his breathing ragged in her ear.

“My dear Sango...is that worry in your voice for me?” He quipped. 

“Yes. And shut up. Now isn’t the time to be making jokes.”

“Sorry.” He laughed feebly. “But I’m honestly touched by your concern.”  

Before she could respond again Inuyasha and Kagome had made their way to them. Sango felt relief at the sight of the rest of their companions. Now they could get out of here and get Miroku the treatment he needed.

“Miroku! What happened?” Kagome gasped as she caught sight of him and noticed his condition for the first time.

“Probably got bit. Idiot.” Inuyasha answered but he said it mildly, no heat in his words. He came around to the other side of Miroku and helped Sango support his weight.

“He’s not an idiot. It was my fault.” Sango snapped, not in the mood.

“First your concern, and now you’re defending me...am I dreaming?” Miroku joked. 

“I swear, if you keep making jokes I’m going to drop you.” Sango warned.

“Like I said-- an idiot.” Inuyasha remarked. Sango didn’t argue with his assessment this time. Miroku sighed in defeat.

“What are we going to do about all these demon corpses? There’s just so many.” Kagome worried. “If someone were to come upon them…”

“I’ll call the slayers in the morning and get them to take care of the removal of the bodies.” Sango replied. “Right now I’m more concerned about Miroku.”

“Of course. He comes first.” Kagome agreed. “Where should we be taking him?”

“Sango’s place is closer than mine.” Miroku input, his voice strained. His hair was damp with sweat.

Night had fallen across the city as they emerged from the abandoned warehouse. They made their way to Sango’s apartment as quickly as they could, avoiding detection from all human passersby. Fortunately thanks to the shroud of darkness night offered it was easily accomplished. Once they walked into her place she and Inuyasha brought him to her bedroom and laid him down onto her bed.

After he was settled Sango removed his jacket and grabbed a pair of scissors from her kitchen drawer to cut off his shirt so they could see the full extent of the damage. She had Kagome go grab her first aid kit while she set about her task. 

“I hope you weren’t too attached to this shirt.” She told him as she began to cut the material away.

“If you wanted me naked in your bed all you had to do was ask.” Miroku joked back weakly.

“I thought I told you now wasn’t the time for jokes.” Sango replied sternly. Inuyasha was right. He was an idiot. Nevertheless, the fact he was still able to crack his one-liners was a good sign and she took a little comfort in that.

Once she was done removing his shirt she took a good look at his chest and grimaced. It was bad. The wound on his left side was still oozing blood, but worse than that and much more concerning were the streaks of purple radiating out from the site of the wound that spoke of the infection from the demonic poison. This would require a purification or it would spread to his heart and likely kill him.

Kagome returned with the first aid kit and got her first real look at the wound. “Oh no. I’m going to have to perform a purification,” she said, confirming Sango’s thoughts.

Inuyasha roused himself from where he leaned against the open bedroom door. “With what power? You’re already wiped out from the fight! You almost fainted, or did you forget?”

Kagome scowled. “I’m not that weak. I’m a Head Priestess, or did you forget? I just needed a moment to collect myself and I’m fine now.”

“Can’t we take him to the shrine and get someone else to do it?” Inuyasha argued.

“There’s no time!” Kagome burst. “Do you want him to live?? Because if I don’t do this now he’s not going to. I know you’re just trying to look out for me because that’s your job but I’m perfectly capable, ok?”

Sango glanced at Miroku and saw his eyes had closed, his breaths coming in short pants. 

“Isn’t Miroku supposed to be your best friend?” She asked, growing a little angry with Inuyasha. She couldn’t fault him for trying to protect Kagome, but at the expense of his best friend?

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. Of course I don’t want him to die. That stupid monk and I go way back and I’ve saved his ass more times than I can count. It doesn’t mean I don’t care what happens to him but my obligation to Kagome and her family comes first.”

“I’m not arguing with you about this.” Kagome told Inuyasha. She knelt on the left side of the bed and placed her hands over Miroku’s wound. Sango sat on the edge of the bed on the other side and before she could think better of it grabbed Miroku’s hand, holding it tightly. It was cool to the touch. 

Memories of a similar situation with her father were surfacing in her mind. Against her will she was starting to become emotional. Miroku had put himself at risk to catch her, to protect her. Why had he done that…? The man had only known her for a week. She barely gave him the time of day and yet he put his life on the line for hers. More and more it seemed she may have misjudged him. 

Kagome set about purifying the spider bite, a pink glow coming from her hands as she focused her power into his wound. Miroku grimaced and Sango imagined it had to be painful. His eyes opened and locked with hers and she couldn’t bring herself to look away from his indigo stare. She wondered what she looked like to him right now. Was her face as open and vulnerable as she was feeling inside at that moment? 

Several long minutes passed and finally the demonic poison from his injury was gone. Finished, Kagome stood unsteadily and Inuyasha came over to help her. Without a word he picked her up and she didn’t protest. She had to be bone tired. Sango noticed how carefully Inuyasha cradled her in his arms and wondered if perhaps there was something there between them after all. As the half demon carried Kagome from the bedroom Sango turned her attention back to the monk lying half naked in her bed. He was still looking at her, but there was the smallest smile playing across his lips now. Swallowing, Sango released his hand and went to get the first aid kit left on her dresser. He let her hand go after one final squeeze.

Carefully, she cleaned the wound and wiped away all the blood. She tried to keep her ministrations professional and definitely tried not to notice how perfect his abs were as she worked. He had an undeniably nice body and she was a woman so she couldn’t be blamed for appreciating it, she told herself. It was perfectly natural.

Reaching a hand under his back she prompted him to sit up while she wrapped bandages around him. He placed a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as she patched him up. When she was finally done she helped him lay back down and she could see the exhaustion on his face. This night had definitely taken its toll on him. 

Without thinking she reached a hand up and stroked his hair, wiping away the sweat and brushing his bangs from his forehead. As she started to withdraw her hand he caught it with one of his own. She glanced at him in surprise.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to continue holding your hand.” Miroku told her. Searching his face she found no trace of his usual humor. It was an honest request. Blushing, she swallowed and nodded her consent before finding her words.

“I suppose. After all, it’s my fault you were injured.”

“Sango. Don’t blame yourself.” He told her seriously, then smiled, “Besides, I had to protect that flawless body of yours.”

“Go to sleep before I knock you out myself.”

“As my lady wishes.”

Sango rolled her eyes but she didn’t let go of his hand. His eyes closed and eventually his breathing evened out into the steady rhythm of sleep. Vaguely she heard the door to her apartment open and close and could only assume Inuyasha was taking Kagome home. Her own eyes began to grow heavy and before she knew it she was asleep as well.

Gradually she began to wake up, and her first thought was to wonder when her pillow became so firm. Not that it mattered, whatever she was resting upon was warm and comfortable and she gave a soft sigh of contentment and burrowed in deeper. A hand brushed through her hair gently and with a jolt of realization the previous night came back to her. She gave a soft gasp as her eyes opened and the hand stroking her hair stilled.

“You awake?” Miroku’s voice asked.

She had passed out next to him, her chest pressed against his side, her head on his own very naked chest, still holding his hand. The intimacy of their positions was not lost on her and she blushed as she slowly lifted herself up to look at him. Hesitantly she met his eyes and her heart began to pound so hard she wondered if he could hear it too. There was none of his usual teasing flirtatiousness present, instead she saw a gentle affection...and heat. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Good morning.” He said, and his accompanying smile made her breath catch.

“M-morning.” She managed. “I’m sorry, I...I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” This was so embarrassing. She should get up right now but she couldn’t seem to make herself move.

“I assure you I’ve enjoyed every second of it.”

“I...I’m...” ‘I’m sure you did’ she wanted to say but couldn’t get the words out.

If she leaned forward just a little more...their lips would touch. It was such a tempting thought. And she knew he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. His lips looked so inviting and she licked her own reflexively. His gaze shifted to her lips at that and Sango held her breath. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to kiss him. Hadn’t she decided she wasn’t going to give in to him and his flirtations? It was a bad idea but it didn’t make her want it any less.

With an effort she pulled away and although she thought she saw disappointment in his eyes he let her go. For her it wouldn’t be just a kiss and she wouldn’t do that to herself. It was dangerous how quickly he made her forget her self control. Distance. She needed distance.

“I’m glad you’re ok. I need to go call the slayers about the demon corpses. And take a shower. I’m sure you need to get home.” She said and hastily retreated from the bedroom before he could say anything else.

Barricading herself in the bathroom she made the call to her father and when she was done with that she stripped down and turned on the water. She knew she was being ridiculous, not to mention obvious about avoiding him, but she couldn’t face him right now. Her heart was still beating way too fast. Leaning against the wall she waited until she heard the door to her apartment open and close before she relaxed. He was gone.

Good. That would give her time to compose herself. Next time she saw him she would have herself back under control again. Her walls would be back up and she would no longer be thinking about how his lips would have tasted or how it had felt to be pressed up against him. Even if she was starting to...feel things for him, she wouldn’t let it show. She refused to consider the possibility that she was more than just a challenge to him. If she did that she might start hoping for things and that would be even more dangerous.

~☆~

Kagome finished dressing in a navy sweater and a simple gray skirt that landed mid-thigh and exited her bedroom, needing to talk to Inuyasha. He had said he had something important to tell her last night but she had been so damn tired he hadn't had a chance before she passed out. Her heart beat a little faster at the thought of how he must have carried her home and, more shockingly, tucked her into bed. Thinking about it made her blush a little. It was so at odds with the side of Inuyasha she was most familiar with-- brash, gruff, and kind of a jerk.

As she finished her descent down the stairs she heard the voices of her grandfather and Inuyasha. The half demon’s voice abruptly cut off at her appearance.

“Oh, there ya are. Finally.”

“Good morning. What’s going on?”

“Kagome. Inuyasha has just told me something concerning.” Her grandfather said.

“Does this have to do with the thing you said you needed to tell me last night?” She asked.

“Yeah. When I killed the demon it said somethin’ right before it died. ‘Baki’.” Inuyasha replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kagome’s face scrunched up in thought. “Baki? What does that mean, though?” Something suddenly occurred to her. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. Right when I destroyed the rune I heard a voice in my head. Like it was talking to me through the connection I had made.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say something sooner??” Inuyasha demanded, and Kagome could tell it was out of concern for her but it still annoyed her. She couldn’t help but poke the bear a little.

“I was a little busy passing out in your arms if you recall.”

“In my arms?” 

“That’s right. Or did someone else carry me home and tuck me into bed?”

“I-I--...W--whatever!” He sputtered, reddening a bit. “What did the voice say?”

Kagome couldn’t stop the giggle that came out, earning herself a glare. That was fine. He cared, if only just a little bit and that was enough for now.

“It was a female voice. She called me a meddling little girl and said me and my friends were next.”

“A female voice, you say?” Her grandfather asked, and they turned to look at him. “This only confirms what I have feared.”

“Grandpa, what is it?”

“Years ago there was a beautiful and powerful priestess...but she became too greedy, too vain. She turned dark. After she was found to be practicing black magic she was cast out from her shrine. Her name was whispered about throughout all the shrines as a warning. I believe the spellbook missing from our own shrine was taken by her. It seems she is now consorting with evil demons, but that is hardly surprising.”

“How do you know it’s this dark priestess, though?” Kagome questioned.

“Because Inuyasha told me the last words of the demon. ‘Baki.’ The name of this dark priestess is Tsubaki. It is too much to be a coincidence.”

“If she’s making deals with demons now then how did she manage to steal the spellbook? The aura of the demons on her should have kept her out despite her spiritual powers. They would be too tainted to break through our wards, after all.” Kagome pointed out.

“She must have an accomplice. It would certainly explain how she was able to manage so much chaos in such a short amount of time.” He replied.

Kagome was quiet for a moment. All the pieces of the puzzle they currently had were starting to fit together. 

“Hey, old man.” Inuyasha spoke up. “Do you have any idea what she’s tryin’ to achieve here?”

“Tsubaki craved power as well as eternal life and beauty, or so they say. She is a jealous and vain woman, and very dangerous. I would imagine this is all a means to accomplish her ends. It's hard to say.”

“So how do we find her?” 

“I think I have an idea.” Kagome said. “There’s a location ritual I can perform. I already know the signature of the runes she’s been leaving behind. I can use that and the residual energy left behind from the telepathic connection she opened up with me.”

“She threatened you and you’re just gonna open yourself up to her??” Inuyasha exclaimed. 

“Then what do you suggest?” Kagome shot back.

“Not that!”

“That's not an answer!”

“I don’t like it.”

“Well I’m not going to sit around and let people get hurt when I could do something to help!”

“Listen, it’s my job to protect you. Kinda hard to do that when you keep throwin’ yourself into harm’s way.”

“Then protect me. Stand guard. Do whatever you have to do. But I’m performing this ritual. You can either help me or get out of the way but you’re not going to stop me.” Her tone was fierce. She could tell Inuyasha was surprised at her vehemence, and to be honest she kind of was too, but she wasn’t going to be kept on the sidelines of this fight. She wanted to do her part.

“Fine.” The half demon finally relented. “This is fucking stupid but fine. If you insist. But I’m gonna be with you the whole time.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

[obiwns]

Maybe...Ben Solo as a rebel meeting the reader on a mission? He wants to be with her but he doesn't want her in danger.

a/n: small mention of blood. super long and unrevised.

word count: ~3k holy shit i’m so sorry

how could ben be so foolish? he didn’t know what had gotten into him. whatever it was, it was costing both him and the resistance their future. he knew he should’ve called in for reinforcements and taken what information he got, but he wanted to prove to his mother that he could be out and trusted on high profile missions - ‘like poe dameron,’ he thought. he assumed now that it would be out of the question if he returned. if.

labored breaths and electricity shot up his sides as he weaved through the crowds of the lush planet he hadn’t cared to memorize. that was his first mistake. he could already hear the condescending and hushed tone of his mother reprimanding him for his carelessness. never mind, he had to focus on finding somewhere safe to stay.

the angry shouts of city-goers dragged him to the present as he twisted and turned down dingy alleyways. he turned left, a small but inaudible ‘fuck’ slipping past his chapped lips as he stared down the dead end that jeered at his rash decision. ben looked around frantically before his hand reached towards his belt, feeling for the handle of his blaster - ‘a last minute resort,’ he deemed.

“runnin’ from the troopers?” a gentle voice broke the silence. he pivoted quickly, brows furrowed but brown eyes widened with uncertainty. his shoulders dropped in relaxation when he noticed that you posed no immediate threat to his life. you raised your brows when he didn’t reply. he nodded, swallowing thickly as you offered him a slight smile. you moved towards your door, sandy robes dancing behind you as you switched which arm was carrying the weight of the woven basket you held. the man before you rushed in behind and shut the door. just then, the sound of a patrol rounded the corner and loudly voiced that they lost the rebel to their comms.

after a moment when the dust settled and the quietness of your street had returned, ben peeked through the curtains of your windows. he released a sigh of relief when he noticed their absence. he turned around, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit living space. it was nice, more or less, and it seemed to fit someone of your aesthetic. it felt like a home.

by your voice, the silence was broken, “you promise you’re not a murderer?” you ask, turning around to point a knife at him accusingly. the rebel released a breathless chuckle as he threw up his hands in mock surrender. the lightness in your voice told him that you were joking. he hoped.

“keep one eye open tonight,” he quipped in response. ben raised a hand to gesture around your home, “your home is very nice- oh! and thank you for the help. i’m ben.”

you smiled at him and observed his frame carefully. he stood tall with a leather jacket hugging his torso and two weapons holstered to his hip. your eyes squinted as a small cloud of steam rose from his arm. with a faint head tilt of growing confusion, ben’s gaze followed your own and his jaw dropped at the sight of torn fabric and felt a sudden pool of warmth at his bicep. his opposite hand reached up and gingerly touched the laceration. sure enough, blood.

with astonished chuckles coming from both of you, you put down the knife. the groceries within your basket were long forgotten as you trailed away to the lavatory. the jedi followed you tentatively. you pulled out an ointment and a clean cloth, presenting it to ben. he moved out the way, still following you as you moved to the dining area. you gestured for him to sit, which he complied with.

you turned, washing your hands in the sink before drying them off. you grabbed a spare, clean cloth and returned to ben’s side, helped him shrug off his jacket. the hiss of pain made you grimace.

you rolled up his short sleeve and winced at the sight of the cut. you glanced up at him through your lashes as if to get his confirmation that he’s ready. he gave you a small nod. continuing, you gently dabbed at the wound, cleaning away the excess blood. you unscrewed the lid to the ointment, fishing out a small glob of the white paste before dabbing it gently onto the cut. his bicep tensed.

“easy,” you hum gingerly. you took the bandage, wrapping the cloth around the gash before patting his shoulder carefully. “there you go. all better?”

ben smiles at you, “yeah, thank you.” there was a pause as he thought carefully of his next words. “you never told me your name.”

“(y/n).” you got up, discarding the bloodied rag. you washed your hands once more before returning to the basket on your counter.

“it’s nice to meet you. do you mind if i stay here? until the heat dies down, at least?” he asks, his fingers flexing slightly as he spoke. you pondered of his question thoughtfully, your gaze travelling to eye level to stare out the covered window in front of you. ‘it would be nice to have company in such a quiet home,’ you thought.

you turned your head, a smile on your lips, “of course not.”

as the distant sun began to settle beneath the western horizon, you thought about all the things ben had to you. he was talkative and possibly too excited about what he did for his own good. he told you that he was a part of the resistance. some part of you guessed that he was an important character in their ranks by the way he spoke and carried himself. you hadn’t been around many important officials of either side, but you assumed this is how they acted.

now here he was, asleep and relaxed on your couch. you caught yourself smiling at how adorable he looked. due to the heat that seeped into your home, little beads of sweat collected across his face, his black hair curled and stuck to his face.

despite the uncomfortable warmth during the day, the weather changed dramatically at night on your home planet and prompted you to bring a bunched up blanket to bens side. if he needed it, it was there. you stepped away, bidding him a soundless goodnight before padding to your room.

it felt like only moments ago when your head burrowed into your plush pillows and you body relaxed into the cool sheets. too soon had the valiant sun made its trek around the planet, for it’s golden rays began to trickle through the blinds and chase away the darkness the night brought.

yours eyes open tentatively, sleepy eyes taking in the same surroundings and ears straining to hear gentle morning rush of foot traffic. it was routine but you found comfort in the familiarity. you stayed still, contemplating whether or not to sleep in – the thought of a guest forgotten in the haze of your mind.

you stretched, your stiff muscles awakening and rushing with warmth accompanied by the simultaneous popping of your joints. you sighed contently and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pushing yourself off the kip. you moved out of your doorway and down the hall, where the delicious aroma of fresh produce and quiet swears emitted.

“’morning ben,” you spoke up when the sight of his broad back came into your view. startled, he whipped around and hit his knee on a corner, soliciting a ‘fuck’ under his breath. you stifled a giggle and moved towards him, snatching a ration. 

he rubbed sheepishly at his knee, “good morning. you slept well?” you nod as you open the package. ben watched you carefully as you prepared your morning meal, his nose crinkling slightly. you looked up as you took a bite, your brows raised as you made eye contact. the rebel offered you a smile, “what else is there to do on this planet?”

“didn’t read up on your homework?” you ask after you swallow, clearly amused by his boredom. he gave you a lopsided smile, crossing his arms and shrugging.

“not exactly.”

“there’s not much, in all honesty. i often read, adventure, or do house chores. you can’t do one of the above so.. find what suits you,” you offer, taking another bite of your meal. “when do you return.. home?”

ben shrugs once again, glancing away and leaning against your countertop, “whenever the coast is clear, i guess. until then, you’re stuck with me.”

“fine by me,” you hum, finishing the rest of your mean quickly before discarding the packaging. “come on then ben, we have stuff to do.”

much to your surprise, ben was a rather fun and spontaneous addition to your daily life. you laughed often and did things out of your comfort zone. one night, he convinced you to stay up at night and climb the rooftops to stare at the constellations in the sky. he showed you new things and made you see the world in a bigger picture with all the stories he told. he mentioned his uncle luke and his friend rey, along with two droids. he often told you how he wanted to be a pilot instead of what he was now. you also noted how he didn’t answer your question about what he did - he was a revolutionist, yes, but he never told you what he specifically did for them. you decided it was best not to pry.

as the days passed and the threat of stormtroopers busting down your door in search of the spy became less and less apparent, your stomach began to turn at the reality you were facing. ben was going to leave. selfishly and unrealistically, you thought he’d stay and keep you company forever - his life as a rebel long forgotten. you knew he had to go home at some point and the thought of someone waiting for him made you uneasy.

were you in love or just comfortable with the idea of ben? your guess was as good as anyone elses.

“(y/n?)” bens soothing voice spoke up, his smile slightly faltering when he noticed your hesitancy to respond to his call. “it’s your turn.”

you managed to let out a little ‘oh’ and placed down a playing card, causing ben to groan and throw down his card in defeat.

“how are you so good at this?” he demands, beginning to collect all the cards and shuffle them together. he laughed to himself and looked up, his brows furrowing when you didn’t join in on the laughter. ben set down the cards down, forgetting them instantly at the sight of your glum features. “(y/n)? what is it?”

great maker, your heart strings tugged at the sound of his voice; soft and concerned. you offer him s ghostly smile, revealing the rest of your cards before putting them in the pile he assembled.

“why would you think something’s wrong?”

“because you always laugh or smile whenever i do, but you’re not now.” ben shuffles closer to you, his hand moving close to yours. your breath hitches in your throat as your caught in your small lie and you move your hand away. he practically whines quietly, “(y/n).”

you inhale slowly, already feeling that your stoic expression was failing you. the threat of tears became apparent as your eyes watered. you looked down at your hands, watching them wring each other as you thought about your next words.

“i don’t want you to go.”

ben is both relieved and crushed when he hears your revelation. he doesn’t want to admit it but he thought about it once or twice whilst with you; calling his mother on the little device he kept tucked away, telling her that he was safe and reaching happiness. it didn’t sound like a bad idea then and now, but he loathed the idea of putting you in harms way.

he was the son of general leia organa, a rebel, and on top of that, a jedi. if an officer of first order wouldn’t have come around, there was still the threat of bandits, and - despite his uncle’s beliefs - siths. he could keep you safe, yes, but what if it was a repeat of history? ben shivered at the thought.

“i have to,” he responds, sadly and truthfully. he dares to look up at the your disappointed look. he knows that you wanted him to say something different, but he couldn’t bring himself to. reason over feelings, he could hear his uncle mock the jedi code. ben’s band moves closer to yours and when you made no motion to move, his large hand engulfed yours.

some part of him wishes that he could just wave his hand and make you forget about him, but the other part of him knows he couldn’t live with leaving you in such vulnerability.

ben sighs, his thumb rubbing your hand. he almost jumps when a slow trill comes from his jacket pocket. he frowns and glancing at you, noticing the way your body quivered at the wave of emotions that crashed over you. begrudgingly he got up and moved towards it, fishing it out and receiving a holographic video of his mother.

“ben.. it’s time to come home.”

he doesn’t say anything but nods, shutting off the correspondence and placing it back where he found it. he stands still, his mind racing with thoughts. he turns back to you and his heart tugs to see your saddened state.

“that was her, wasn’t it?” you ask quietly, your hand coming up to wipe away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. he nods and opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. you snivel and wipe your nose with your sleeve, a sigh attempting to smooth your uneven breaths. “we knew this was coming.. might as well get it over with.”

ben didn’t like your tone, but he can’t help but agree.

“maybe you can come with me,” he offers, his eyes almost pleading you.

a small voice in your head tries to convince you, but you shake your head. bens posture seems to drop in defeat at your response.

“i can’t leave everything behind.”

he knows that there’s nothing for you here, but he doesn’t want to anger or upset you any further. he hates that he’s just accepting defeat.

“i understand.” he doesn’t, but he assumes it the best thing to say when you’re letting something go. ben turns and slips his jacket on over his shoulders, his hand smoothing out the ruffles. his chest rises as he sucks in an even breath.

he turns to you and opens his arms wide, which you rise from your position on the floor for. you slide in easily, his arms snaking around you and gently pulling you in tight. he doesn’t want to let go but he doesn’t want to make this any harder than it already seems to be.

ben pulls away slightly and gives you a gentle kiss on your temple, his lips lingering as he thought of ways to savor the moment. after a brief period, you unravel your arms from him and step away. he digs into another part of his jacket and gives you an old but working device. you take it with a puzzled look.

“it’s so you can reach me,” he answers your question shyly, his leg kicking out slightly as he avoided your gaze. “so we’re not entirely apart.”

your heart melts at the gesture and you can’t help but go in for another hug. he chuckles and returns the hug, adding a gentle sway this time. as you both pull away, you give each other sad and loving smiles.

in such a short time, you would’ve never guessed you would be attached to someone - then again, ben was charismatic and handsome, something you didn’t find often around you.

“goodb-”

“it’s not a goodbye,” you interrupted, your hands clasping together at the front of you. he appeared shocked at first, but then smiled as he understood what you were trying to say before you said it. “it’s a ‘see you soon.’”

he mutters something in agreement, then sighs contently.

“see you soon, (y/n). hopefully soon.” ben reluctantly moves out of your door with you following him.

“it better be soon. don’t leave me hanging out here to die of boredom,” you quip, playfully shoving his back as you lean at the doorframe. ben turns around with a lopsided grin on his face, his nose crinkling and his umber irises twinkling with the suns reflection. he licks his lips, his gaze glancing down at your lips before he moved forward with uncertainty.

you managed to smile, closing the small gap between you both and delivering a chaste kiss upon his lips. his grin only broadens and he comes closer to give you another longing kiss.

he wishes he did this before.

ben slowly pulls away, his eyes fluttering open to peer into yours. he wants to beg you to come with him once more, but he doesn’t.

he glances off into the distance and sighs. he turns to you, smiles, and bids you a weak ‘see you soon.’ ben pivots quickly and with long strides, he walks away.

you watch him, a smile growing on your lips. you knew deep down this wasn’t the last time you would be seeing him.

“see you soon, space prince.”

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Aftermath Part Two

Here is part two of my apocalyptic TMNT story Aftermath

Read full story here

Raphael and Reader

The next morning came quickly bringing the morning sun streaming though the blinds. After the long drive sleep had come rather quickly but you had woken up at least 4 times thinking you heard voices. It had to have been your head playing games again, like it always did. God someone to talk to would be nice.

A modest breakfast was made and consumed allowing you to get out deeper into the city earlier than later. You wanted to get a few miles covered before lunch with a quick trip back to the camper with your goodies then a later afternoon trip before you settled in for the night. You never wanted to be out past dark in the city nor more than 5 miles from home base, just in case.

The first few houses gave very little to your supply cart, a few canned goods, a small supply of liquor and an interesting medical book that wasn’t in your library already. But off in the distance on top of a 4 story apartment building shined a beacon of hope. The sun hit it just right, a rectangle mirror of solar energy, oh happy day! Already this trip was proving to be worth it, as long as the panel wasn’t damaged.

As your reinforced cart bumped and thrashed along over the uneven pavement you hurried your pace, if you were lucky you could get it unhooked and off the roof before lunch.

The door to the building was already toppled over, the earth’s moister taking care of the unmaintained door hinges. You took extra care climbing over the rotting wood door making a mental note to try and remove the old intricate door handle before you left, the carved metal was exquisite.

Inside was a complete mess, the roof had failed years ago and there was a hole eaten away by the elements from the roof to the main floor. Thankfully the decomposing floors looked to be far enough away to keep the integrity of the stairs intact….mostly. You wanted…no needed that panel and by god you weren’t going to let a little rotting wood keep you from the very thing you came to New York for.

Each step you took up those steps was taken with extra care. Each foot set down adding pressure gradually listening for creaks and groans from the wood. The first three flights gave no trouble but the fourth gave some protest to the added weight. Thankfully nothing crumbled beneath you and you reached your destination. The roof access door was rusty and gave some resistance but a few shoulder slams broke the rust sediment allowing you access to your prize.

There it sat, a fully functioning (but dirty as fuck) solar panel ripe for the picking. Kneeing down to accesses how the panel was connected you pulled your tools out and got to work.

A few minutes into the process your heart skipped a beat hearing sounds that you hadn’t expected. The rusty door to the roof creaked open and the sound of shoes grinding down gravel into the roofs surface brought everything rushing to the present. You were no longer alone, ten years of solitude and now you weren’t so sure you were ready for company.

“Hey there beautiful, whatcha doing?” a not so pleasing voice crooned just behind you.

Yep not ready at all.

With a shift of your hips your hand slid down your calf resting on the hilt of your hidden blade and your other clutched your wrench just a little tighter. Slowly you rose from your knees turning to view your first look of a human in 10 years, keeping your blade to your back.

Five, there were five dirty gross looking men standing at your only exit off this building, and the way they were eyeing you up didn’t bode well for a peaceful interaction.

“We haven’t seen you around here before? We know every body who walks these streets. It’s always nice meeting new people in the area, you know, get to know them.” The man with a beard dressed in dirty cargo pants and a black t-shirt coed stepping closer. You watched his smile widen revealing a brown rotting set of teeth. Thankfully he was far enough away for now to keep the smell at bay.

“Donavan is really gonna like her.” One sneered under his breath to his friend unaware that you hadn’t been accustom to other people talking for quite awhile so his subdued speech came in loud and clear to you.

The sudden need to leave rose rapidly but you were unsure if you could take all 5 of them, maybe two……maybe. It had been a while since you had spared with another person so you could only guess your hand to hand skills were a bit rusty.

The one with the beard broke you from your thoughts and you stepped back unaware he had moved closer…..shit.

“What do you need the panel for sweetheart? Ain’t no one used that kind of technology since the virus wiped out most of the planet?” his eyes were soft but his body language was stiff and on edge, he was getting ready to pounce.

“A table.” You blurted out quickly. “I’m gonna make a table out of it. Wood rots, glass doesn’t, plus I like the design.” The lie was weak but you put on your best ‘I have no idea what’s going on’ smile and shifted your body in a defensive crouch.

“Hey, I know it can be lonely out here, why don’t you come back with us. We got food, a safe place to sleep and people starting over in life. We have our own little society, where people live in harmony.” His hand came out reaching for yours, fingers curling for contact.

“I appreciate the offer fellas, I really do, but I think I’m good on my own. I’m just gonna take my new table top and head back home. I’m fine though guys, you can head back to your new society.”

All at once all five moved, encircling you, eyes dark with dubious intent. “You see honey, we have to insist, you see, this is end times and its our duty to replenish the human race. We need more woman in our ranks, it’s your job as a woman to carry our children. And you’re a very pretty little lady and Donavan likes them pretty. We’ll get a handsome reward for handing you over.”

Ice water flooded your veins, fucking great, they wanted you for breeding? Fucking breeding?! Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, what do you say to that? ‘Sorry fellas I’m not interested in your dirty cocks and baring your bastard children’? Would that work? Probably not…

Before you could retort, two of them moved, faster than you anticipated. You were able to dodge the first assailant and the second caught you around the waist and took you down with an angry huff.

You quickly rolled backwards with the momentum extricating yourself from his grimy hands and rolled back to your feet. Hands up you readied for another attack and it came with a howling roar.

The bearded man came next swinging wildly like an untrained baboon. You spun on your feel sending the back of your foot into the side of his cranium getting an undignified squeak from the man. The neanderthal of a man went down like a sack of potatoes and the rest of his crew were unimpressed by your actions.

“Brad! You fucking bitch!”

Adjusting your footing you turned to the angry mob and spat on their comrades unconscious body, “Not so fun when your prey can fight back is it?” You hissed angrily keeping each one in your sights. “You make me sick, abducting woman for your pleasures against their will. Is this what is left of the human race? Rapists? I want no part of your new society!”

“Grab her! Donavan will enjoy breaking this one. He likes them feisty.”

They came again but your growing anger made you more focused. The first one came easy, your hand came out swiping the business end of your blade across the mans cheek distracting him with pain. Your foot slamming down on his knee sent him howling to the ground next while his second friend came at you screaming like a god damn banshee.

“Dude what is your problem?” He was easy to subdue, flailing about like an octopus on crack. You ducked as he roared over you landing on his face in the gravel. While he rolled to his back a quick punch to his temple sent him directly to dream land. Three down, two to go, go you!

The last two were not as easy to outwit unfortunately. One moved in front and the other moved to the back, both coming at you at the same time. The first few minutes of the struggle were in your favor but it had been years since you had, had this much physical activity so you weren’t fairing so well as the fight continued.

Shit.

One sloppy move and you were down, both males covering your body with theirs pressing you face first painfully into the gravel. One of them grabbed your hand and slammed it it repeatedly into the ground making you lose grip on your knife sending it flying a few feet in front of you. The wrench was next.

“We got you now you little cunt.” One of them growled into your ear shifting this body in between your thighs. “Maybe I’ll take the first ride as my payment?” His hips began to gyrate into your backside making you uncomfortably aware of his growing excitement.

“Get off of me you fuckers!” This couldn’t be how it ends, your freedom lost over your need to better your life. Your first interaction with humans in 10 years and you were about to be raped? Enslaved to pop out baby after baby?

Then the atmosphere changed on the roof. Four heavy thuds were heard behind you stilling the men on top of you.

“I don’t think she likes to be touched fellas, maybe you should let the pretty lady go.” A deep voice growled just behind you, a thick Brooklyn accent on the tales of his words.

One man got to his feet and stopped mid sentence, “And what are you gonna do abo……..fuuuuccck.”

“What is it Chet?” The man still pinning your down squeaked at his partners sudden loss of words.

“It’s them.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep.”

All of a sudden the weight was gone and you took the opportunity to get to your feet. You came face to face with the terrified gazes of your final two assailants trembling in fear.

Ever so slowly you turned around and every ounce of breath in your lungs came out all at once in a excited wheeze. There before you stood four gigantic turtles standing on two legs and tree trucks for god damn arms. Each one dressed in black pants with different attire adorning their upper bodies. Wrapped around each of his their bald crowns sat different colored bandanas and each held what looked like ancient Japanese ninja weapons.

They must have been seven feet tall weighing nearly 400 pound each. They were intimating as hell but something about them sent a warm familiar rush of heat throughout your body. Especially the big red one that was currently eyeing you up. He was the biggest of the four and the swing of his hips as he neared made your mouth dry.

Out of habit you took a few steps back as he advanced still unsure of the new additions intentions. You were beyond intrigued but your track record for the day wasn’t the greatest.

“Hey, hey wait stop moving.” He called reaching out but it was too late. The ground beneath you gave way sending your body hurtling to the ground floor crashing against the rotting floor boards and trusses as you fell.

As the floor came rushing up to meet you, you saw the red turtle come down after you trying desperately to stop your descent. But his efforts were for not as you hit the ground succumbing to the darkness.

Every once in a while you would hear voices as you rolled in and out of consciousness. Soft but unknown voices floating over you.

“Is she gonna be alright Don”

“She should be, she has a concussion and a sprained elbow. God knows she should be dead, but thank the gods for those other floors slowing her fall. It could have been a lot worse.”

You tried to open you eyes but the pull of sleep was too great but before it took you honey colored eyes and red engulfed your vision before the darkness came claiming you.

@blossom-skies

[beckzorz]

Good Shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1981 Summary: While you’re wandering New York with a map—a paper one, yes—an Avenger whisks you off your feet in more ways than one. A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​'s Summer Meet Cute Week! This is for the wonderful @marvelousmeggi​! Hope you like, dear xoxo And I hope the rest of you enjoy it too :3

A step to the left.

Better.

Two steps back.

Not quite.

One step forward.

Almost…

A half-step right.

Perfect.

You settle your backpack between your legs, tuck your folded, marked-up map in your belt, point your camera, and shoot.

A couple extra shots, for good measure, then you quickly check the display screen. It looks right. But nothing like using source material to verify.

You drop to a crouch and tug a manilla folder out of your bag, rifle through the contents…

Ah. Yes, perfect.

The picture you’d taken is a perfect match to the photo your elderly cousin had taken almost sixty years ago. Same perspective, same angle, same time of day, and today’s even got similar weather to that sunny day way back when.

You settle your camera back into its case. Your next stop is blocks away, and you don’t fancy having your camera bouncing against your chest with every step. Instead, you tug out your map to follow cousin Ralph’s trail.

—

Okay, so maybe you should have stuck to gps.

It’s been forty minutes, it’s getting hot, and sweat is pricking at the back of your neck as you tilt your head, frowning. Isn’t New York City supposed to be easy to navigate? But the block you’re looking for has been evading you like it’s playing hide and seek.

You didn’t know a city block could play hide and seek. But how else do you explain the fact that you keep missing the one spot you’re looking for?

Someone rushes by. You shuffle closer to the edge of the sidewalk, one foot half off the curb. You study the marks on your map, made just last week when you’d visited cousin Ralph in the nursing home.

“Best trip I ever took,” he’d told you, cloudy eyes crinkled with a smile. The same line he’d used for years, and now you were recreating that trip for him, photo by photo.

Or, well, you’re trying to.

The bustle of the city is more than you’re used to. You’d thought the city near home was busy, but this… this is another animal entirely. Conversations from six directions, traffic blaring, the rumble of the subway—metro, whatever—underfoot, the harsh squeal of brakes, a blaring horn—

You peek out over the top of your map just in time to see a car coming straight at you. You scream, jump back, but it’s not enough. Someone grabs you around the waist and whirls you out of the way.

You barely land on your feet, stumbling away as the car jolts to a stop just past where you’d been standing. Whoever had caught you has let go, and you can just make them out, dashing through the growing crowd, away.

You steady yourself against a lamppost and stand on tiptoes, map somehow still in hand. Easy enough to catch sight of your savior—he’s tall, running, shoulder-length dark hair flying behind him as he flees. You wad up your map, catch your shaky breath, and take off after him. You have to thank the man, for heaven’s sake!

As you work your way through the throngs of people crowding the sidewalk, the tide of pedestrians seems to be working against you. You grit your teeth and slip past a few joggers.

But they’re jogging in suits. You blink, backpack bouncing on your shoulders, and gape up as a whole building melds into view.

Not just any building.

The building you’ve been trying to find for half an hour. 

“The hell…?” you breathe.

People stream past you, bumping into your shoulders, sending you back a few steps. The building fades into thin air. Your eyes pop wide open; two steps forward, and you can see it again.

A crash to your left has you ducking. You scramble to the side and press yourself against the building behind you.

Oh.

This is…

This is the right angle. You drop to a crouch, hands shaking, and yank your camera out of your backpack. Push yourself up, and—

Click.

The perfect shot.

You check the display screen. There in the picture, right in the middle of the sidewalk, is your savior, a metal arm midway through a punch towards… an alien?

“Oh,” you say.

You look up, past the camera. You can see it all now. The Avengers, the aliens, the fighting.

Well, damn if you’re going to let them have all the fun.

You’re prepared. Cousin Ralph had told you just how unsafe New York was, and you could remember two different alien attacks in New York in your lifetime alone. Yes, you’re prepared.

Out comes your expandable baton. You tuck your camera back in its case, back in your backpack. A flick of your wrist, and the baton is a weapon.

You stand, backpack secure on your shoulders, and dash across the street to where two more aliens have Bucky Barnes, your savior, fighting for his life. He looks ferocious, your savior, with teeth bared, his left arm and a knife glinting in the sun.

You don’t scream with your approach. The first the aliens know of your arrival, one of them is knocked unconscious by a baton swing to the side of its head.

The other pauses, turns, giving Bucky Barnes just enough time to slice its neck open. Pink blood gushes, splattering inches from your shoes as you jump back.

Bucky stares, panting, knife dripping hot pink and his eyes black with adrenaline.

You wave.

“Hello,” you say.

“What the fuck,” he answers.

You grin. The alien you’d knocked out shifts on the sidewalk, and before Bucky moves you heft your baton in two hands and swing it down like a hammer on its skull.

No more movement, but plenty more blood. You shake off your hand, grimacing as more pink blood lands on the sidewalk.

“Huh,” Bucky says.

You tilt your head, then you remember why you followed him in the first place.

“Oh! Thank you!”

Bucky blinks. His eyes are bluer now, quite nice, actually, and now that he’s not wielding his knife like a butcher he looks far more like a superhero. A baffled superhero, but a superhero nonetheless.

“I—I’m sorry?”

You laugh at his bewilderment. “You saved me from an oncoming car, remember?”

“Oh.” He scratches his head. “Didn’t realize that was you.”

He glances around, brow adorably pinched as he scans the street. No more aliens, not moving ones anyway. A few nondescript trucks pull up—SHIELD, if you had to guess—and a team in black uniforms starts sweeping the street.

Bucky steps closer. With a hand on your elbow, he steers you away from the gory mess. And away from the other Avengers, who are clustered close by and watching you curiously.

You point up at the building overhead, the one that had melded in and out of sight.

“What’s up with that building? I couldn’t find it earlier.”

“Aliens,” Bucky says. His lips are twitching as he looks you over, from your backpack to the map tucked in your belt to the tip of your nose. “Uh, you have…” He reaches out, swipes his thumb across your nose.

You lean back, heart racing at the unexpected touch, but he gives you a thumbs up. Oh. Pink blood must have gotten on your nose. You touch your cheek gingerly.

“Any more pink?” you ask.

“Naw,” Bucky says. He shakes his head. “What the heck are you doing here?”

“Well, I had to thank you,” you tell him. “Can’t just let you run off without a proper thanks. It’s not everyday someone saves my life.”

“Yeah, I can imagine,” he says, gesturing to your bloody baton. His blue eyes sparkle with amusement. “You seem plenty capable on your own, when you don’t have your head buried in a map.”

“Well I had to find this building!” You pull out your map and spread it open. “But… the aliens, I guess, kept sending me the wrong way.”

Bucky peers at your map. “What’re the markings?”

“Oh, my cousin came here and took photos in the fifties all over New York. I’m trying to take the same photos again.”

“Huh.” Bucky tilts his head, looks at you. His eyes are bright blue, and the sincere interest there makes you swallow. “Why?”

“Oh, well, I see photos of the same spot a hundred years apart or whatever on facebook, and I just wanted to do that for my cousin’s trip. He always says it was the best trip he ever took. Although…” You frown up at the building. “He didn’t mention anything about aliens.”

Bucky chuckles. “Can’t say I know if they were here back then.” He tucks his hair behind his ear, smearing pink goo across his cheek.

“Oh…”

You reach out automatically, cup your hand against his jaw, and wipe the blood away with your thumb. He stiffens, his eyes wide and lips parted. You go still, hand still on his jaw—sharp, scruffy, perfect—and press your lips together. You don’t dare lick your lips, even if you can’t help but trace the shape of his with your eyes.

“Did you get it?” Bucky murmurs.

You blink. “Huh?”

“The blood.” A little smile plays on his pretty lips, and you step back with a nervous laugh and brandish your pink thumb.

“Yup! Got it.”

Bucky catches your hand before you can wipe it on your shirt.

“Here,” he says, eyes as bright as the sunny sky. He draws your hand against his chest, presses your thumb down, all with his eyes fixed on yours. He drags your thumb down his chest, leaving a smear of pink blood like a war mark, then he angles your hand and does it again, making an x against his heart. He rubs his thumb against yours. His touch reverberates straight down to the toes curling in your shoes; his smile goes straight to your heart. “All clean.”

“You think so?” you breathe.

His smile deepens as he holds your hand up in front of his face, inspecting your thumb with great interest.

“Maybe I better get you into a restaurant,” he says. “Get you a napkin. Maybe even a drink. Then we can see.”

Your answering smile is as bright as the sun.

“Okay,” you tell him. “Let’s go see.”

—

“Hi Ralph!”

You adjust your cell phone against your ear as Bucky tugs you closer under your hotel sheets. His breath is warm on your ear as he listens in.

“Well hi there, kiddo,” Ralph says. “How’s New York?”

Bucky nuzzles behind your ear; you can feel his smile.

“Good,” you manage, barely containing a giggle. “I just had a quick question.”

“What is it?”

You adjust Bucky’s arms around your middle so the cooler metal one is right under your chest. “Were the aliens in New York in the fifties?”

“Oh sure,” Ralph says. “Why? Didn’t I say so?”

Your head falls forward. You groan. Bucky laughs out loud.

“Well gee,” Ralph says, “there are always aliens in New York.”

“Apparently so,” you say.

Bucky leans forward to grin at you. You flick the end of his nose, warmth blooming in your chest at the sweet crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

“Thanks, Ralph. I’ll see you soon!”

“Bye now,” he says.

Click.

Bucky slides a little down the bed, disappearing under the sheets as he clutches his sides and dissolves into fresh giggles.

“Aliens, supersoldiers… what else is hiding in this city?” you mutter.

Bucky jolts to his hands and knees over you, entirely hidden by the sheet.

“Monsters,” he intones. “And this one is gonna eat you up.”

You let out a tiny scream as he pounces, but you can’t help laughing as he peppers kisses along your jaw, your neck, your chest.

“Well, for two outta three, I won’t complain,” you say.

Bucky lifts his head, smiles that brilliant smile. “Good.”

[rougepetale]

New Lingerie Set (Shunichiro) (NSFW)

Fandom: Irresistible Mistakes (Voltage/ love 365) Pairing: Shunichiro Tachibana Warning: Sex Note: Dude… this was nearly 9 pages long…. whats wrong with me? Too much plot XD

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Your eyes stared at the lingerie on the website, it was already five minutes in. Chewing on your bottom lip, you thought of how it would look on you. You had first seen it in the mall when you were on your date with Shunichiro a few weeks back.

The mannequin was your height as you passed by. The lacy black straps looked delicate on the mannequin despite the lack of material, and you couldn’t help but image yourself in it. What would Shun think? Would he approve of it? Would he think that you were trying too hard? What if he liked plainer lingerie?

He never complained when he peeled off the less than beautiful undergarments that you wore from time to time. He usually just pushed the panties to the side anyway. What you didn’t know was that Shunichiro was watching as you fantasized about lingerie.

“That’s quite the expression you have now.” He commented, he came up behind you to look at your reflection in the store window. He could see your cheeks color pink at his close proximity and his compliment. “I didn’t realize that you could look so tempting.” He whispered into your ear. Shivers raced down your spine and pooled into your belly, while goosebumps erupted all across your arms and legs.

“Shun!” you admonished. “We’re in public. You can’t say these things in public” you turned around in his arms, which had snaked across your waist. He leaned into you and kissed your lips tenderly.

“All the better.”

The rest of the date had your mind elsewhere. Was Shunichiro really into that lingerie?

That day lead to the present, where you were debating on whether to buy the scantily clad clothing or not. It left nothing to the imagination, while it looked absolutely stunning at the same time. Your finger hovered over the left button as you debated once again.

Just when you were going to click the purchase button your phone chimed to indicate you got a text.

“I’m loaded with work. But I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You smirked and texted him back, “Oh I am sure you are loaded.”

He texted back quickly, “What are you wearing tonight?”

You glanced down, it wasn’t anything special, just your pajamas, but they were the silky ones that he had bought you for your last anniversary. “Oh nothing.” You texted back, “The silk feels good against my skin.”

You could practically hear his groans of arousal from him. You took a selfie showing him exactly what you were wearing, or what you were not wearing. You made sure to perk your chest up and to get the girls awake and alert and perky. Nothing like a little sexting before bed to make the evening more pleasurable.

The picture he sent back had your mouth watering. A clothed picture of his erection for which you had quickly saved to your photos for your viewing pleasure, “I had a hard on all day because I couldn’t stop imagining you in nothing but your bra and panties.”

“I wish you were here.” You texted back, sorrowfully, “I wish you didn’t have to work overtime.”

“All for next week.” Was his curt text back. “Will speak with you in the morning.”

You exited out of text to go to your photos again. His cock was a beauty to behold. Neither of you really sent pictures to each other, for fear of incriminating one another, so what he sent tonight was a rare treat. You stood from your desk and made your way to your bed, Takuro had taken to sleeping in the bathroom because the tiles were cooler during the summer months, so you didn’t have to worry about pleasuring yourself in front of him.

Your hand naturally went to your lower lips to massage the ache to completion. Of course it was much harder with your hands than his. His fingers knew how to make you sing and come to orgasm faster than any other man. Even faster than your own hand.

You laid back on your bed as your fingers dove into your core as you chanted his name; imagining it was his fingers and not your own pleasuring you. You quickly came to completion and your world faded to black soon after.

When you awoke the next day you shot up, determined to buy that damn lingerie. When you refreshed the website to your dismay it had your size online sold out. You only hoped that you’d still be able to get your size in the store that you had seen it in originally.

Shunichiro had to work until mid-afternoon, giving you enough time to go alone to the mall to buy the lingerie set. It also give you enough time to clean and wear it for tonight’s rendezvous.

You were lucky, your size had only one left. You nearly skipped out of the store, knowing that you had one of the last sets.

You had just shimmied into the snug bra and panties when Shun had texted you. He was off of work and coming to pick you up. You couldn’t wait to show off what you were wearing. You looked all through your closet and to your dismay you owned mostly work clothes. A random dress speckled your wardrobe, and some casual clothing was pushed to the side. One tulip skirt that always made you look like a bombshell, coupled with a bright scarlet blouse and black stilettos had completed your ensemble.

He knocked on your door as you were gussying up for the last time, you decided to add a solitaire necklace to accent your bone structure. Adjusting your bra one more time you quickly opened the door. Even in his work attire he was breath taking, “Hi” you said breathlessly. A silly smile adorned your face as you felt your heart beating in your ears.

His smile was radiant, “Are you ready to go?” he asked, after giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Our dinner reservation is on half an hour.”

“Yes, thank you.” You turned to lock the door and when you turned back you saw Shunichiro eyeing you hungrily. “What?” you asked, did he already know that you had the special bra on?

“… You look even more radiant than usual tonight.” He commented, a smile on his face. His compliment had you standing taller and a smile on your face. When he was not teasing you, his sweet words always had your heart aflutter. He led you out and his hand naturally found its way to the small of your back. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered. His hand traveled further down and squeezed your ass.

You squealed in surprised, “Shun!”

He laughed mischievously, “I have this irresistible desire to tease you.” He admitted. He loved every expression you ever let cross your face; this was no exception, seeing your flushed face had his sadistic side come out.

“You’re so cruel!”

“I don’t care if you call me cruel, as long as I see that expression of yours” he teased. The elevator announced that it was here and potentially carrying other passengers. His hand migrated higher to where it was socially appropriate.

Your next door neighbors emerged from the elevator. They were laughing to each other as they passed you both, not paying either of you any attention. You glanced back at them as they talked and laughed at each other.

For a moment you were jealous, they were happily in love. You wished you had that. Yes, you were happy to have your boyfriend… but you wished that you two could be openly happily like them. Shun noticed your forlorn look. His thumb rubbed gently on your back. Some day you both would be able to stand in the sun together and not hiding in the shadows.

Shunichiro led you to the interior of the elevator. There was nobody else inside, perfect. His hands snaked their way to the front of your attire. Shunichiro indeed noticed your choice of clothing. The tulip skirt ended right above your knees, giving him easy access to the prize he loved most. He kept a neutral look on his face as his fingers slipped into the waistband of your skirt, the silky blouse felt good against his skin. He couldn’t wait to rip it off your body later. He felt you tense up. “Easy darling, I won’t take my prize till later.”

You laughed softly, “I certainly hope so.” Surprise flitted across his face, catching him by surprise didn’t happen often.

“Oh?” his fingers went further down where he felt your panties, the lacy material felt foreign to him, unlike any of the panties of yourself that he had removed before. “Are these new?” he whispered into your ear.

You smirked, “A lady does not kiss and tell” you moved away from him and turned in his embrace, forcing his hands to vacate their previous space, it however didn’t stop the throbbing between your legs.

He smirked, “I cant wait to strip you bare.”

*DING*

The elevator interrupted the steamy moment you both shared as you were now on the ground floor. “Shall we?” he asked, the smirk had not left his lips. The dinner reservations was at the hotel you first had sex, it had a special place in both of your hearts. He had been planning this all month, ever since he learned that you both had a shared day off. He had been imagining everything you both would do after dinner, if you could survive till that time. He couldn’t wait to be finished with dinner.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you all dinner. He drank up everything that you did. Every time you drank your wine he would image his cock in your mouth, every tiny lick of the lips had him wanting to fuck you there on the table.

He noticed that the top button of your blouse was open, and when you bent to grab something he got only a hint of the bounty that he so desperately wanted.

The little mink was teasing him right here in front of others. He knew that you were doing this because it was safe. You knew that he wouldn’t do anything in front of the company of others.

“So, how was work today?” you asked, you had decided to have a light salad since you knew that the evening would be filled with vigorous…. And pleasurable activities.

Shunichiro took a sip of his bourbon, he opened his mouth to reply when he promptly closed it, for a groan would threaten to come out for all to hear. Your foot hand found its way between his legs and stroked his quickly hardening cock. “You damn tease, with all the teasing you do to me. You may be even worse than me.” He accused halfheartedly.

“I learned from the best.” You replied, batting your eyelashes twice.  You took a bite from your salad and smiled at him, “Are we having dessert?”

“You are my dessert.” He replied, his voice was low and gravely, giving you a clear indication that he was indeed aroused. “Not even the sweetest chocolate can compare to your nectar.” He waved his hand to the waitress to indicate the check.

Once the money was squared away Shun led you away from the exit and the opposite direction from whence you came from. “Aren’t we going home?” you asked, confused as you both boarded the elevator.

His finger pressed for the 19th floor, “Sorry, you’re not going home tonight.” He pushed you against the elevator wall as his fingers once again sought your sex. The flame which had died down to smoldering embers had roared back to life.

“Oh, Shun” you gasped out, his fingers were rubbing you through the panties, and your hand snaked through his hair, tugging him forward to capture his lips with yours. Not bothering to battle for dominance in the kiss you easily submitted to him. He pushed his body into yours, your soft body conformed to his strong rigid one.

You began to lift your leg to hook around his waist when the elevator alerted the both of you that soon there would be others in the elevators not just you two. Disentangling from him you jumped back like he was on fire. A large group of people joined both of you, forcing you both to the corners of the tiny elevator. Anybody could guess what you both were doing. His hair was disheveled and your clothes were wrinkled. Yet, nobody said a thing, as they spoke in hushed voices to one another. You traded glances at Shun when you could see him. You could see his sadistic smirk on his face.

You couldn’t get to the 19th floor faster. The blessed *DING* had you rushing, well shoving past the unwanted extra occupants. Shun had politely excused himself out, while apologizing for your behavior. “So impatient” he chided you good naturedly.

A pout sprung forward, “And whose fault is that?”

He laughed, as the doors shut on the both of you he smacked your ass, “Come now. We have are past our appointment.” He led you to a room down the hall, his hand temporarily disappeared into his pocket to produce a key.

“You planed this.” You gasped, you didn’t even plan the evening…. Well much. Your evenings usually found yourself on your back and your legs over his shoulders, but that was usually at his apartment or yours.

“Certainly, we haven’t had a nice date out in a while.” A gentle beep and the door popped open, “After you.”

The room was furnished in deep red and golds. “Oh wow, it’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you” his voice was right beside you, instantly you hair stood on end as goosebumps once again erupted over your skin as his fingers ghosted over your arms, barely touching you. A shiver traveled up your spine, “Not as beautiful as you when you are naked before me.”

His fingers came to your breasts as he massaged you through your clothing, “Not as beautiful as your moans, nothing but music to my ears.” It was when he was whispering in your ear that you noticed that he was expertly unbuttoning your blouse.

“You scoundrel.” You moaned out, leaning into his chest, “Distracting me.” Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the feeling of his heat behind you.

“Your scoundrel.” He corrected, at last your blouse was unbuttoned as he slid it off of your shoulder, leaving you in your new bra, the one you had been eyeing for quite some time. His eyes drifted down, an appreciative groan was your rewards.

“So, you did get them.” He whispered in awe, “I can’t wait to strip you bare.”he felt like he had said that a million times, but he genuinely couldn’t wait. He began kissing your shoulder. He captured the strap between his teeth as he drug it down. Eager for you to be rid of the bra. His fingers were quick to unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor.

“I thought you’d like this bra this time.” You murmured slightly disappointed.

“Oh I do.” his fingers came forward to cup your breasts in his hands, they fit so nicely in the palm of his hands. His thumbs gently caressed the side of the soft skin, teasing your nipples forward. “But the bra pales in comparison to what I love the most.”

Shun’s fingers crept higher till he was pinching your nipples, tugging gently. The first pinch had your knees nearly buckling under the pleasure. “Shun! You can’t do that too much, or I’ll be done before we even start.” You warned him. You had missed him the two days you were apart. “I missed you”

He chuckled as his hands withdrew “it was only a few days.” His lips latched upon your neck, he nibbled softly on the tender flesh.

“Fuck!” you hissed out, he knew where your special spot was, the one that made you instantly wet and horny for more. “Please! Don’t stop!” as per request he nipped harder, he was sure to leave a mark later.

“I love hearing you moan out, it’s music to my ears” he praised when he left your flesh. He spun you around to face him. He smirked, “So, be loud for the entire hotel to hear.”

“Yes, Sir!” you moaned out, Shunichiro began to walk you backwards towards the bed. The smirk on his face had your core heating up, “Did you enjoy the new clothing?”

“Need you even ask?” he replied hastily. His left hand went to your side, where the zipper was, “I knew something was up when you answered the door.” He kissed you sweetly, “You looked like the cat that ate the canary.”

“Well,” you mused for a second, “I have good reason to.”

“Oh?” he feigned surprise.

“I knew these clothes were gonna come off sooner or later.” The zipper was caught between his fingers as he drug it down oh so teasingly slow. Your hand quickly went over his own hand, “Hurry up.” You demanded.

He chuckled as the zipper reached its destination “So demanding”, he took the hem in both of his hands as he knelt before you, not once did he break eye contact with you. It was such a powerful position. You were never given the upper hand.

“You even look more beautiful down here.” He had the skirt pooled at your feet, “Lift your foot up darling.” You did as he requested, one foot after the other, soon you were in nothing but your heels and panties. He grabbed your thighs, “You smell delicious darling.” He kissed from your knee to your upper thigh.

Your fingers once again found their way through his hair, the silky tresses felt so good in your hand. “Oh Shun!” Your legs gave way and you fell to the bed, you relinquished your hold on his hair and for a moment you were sad that you were not touching him. He had so much power over you and he was just kissing you! He parted your legs and inhaled.

“I can never get enough of you ___” he groaned out, he could see the drenched lace panties, “I would expect nothing less from you” he placed a gentle kiss on the lace and licked his lips. He loved how responsive you were to him. He peeled the lace panties to the side to get his prize. Your lips were puckered and waiting. “Tell me what you want sweetheart.”

You had propped yourself up upon your elbows to look at him, “Please Sir! Please use your tongue.” You were excited, when he ate you out it would only be a matter of precious minutes before he had your toes curling.

Shunichiro groaned when you begged for him “Just so you know” he warned, “I won’t hold back.”

“I wouldn’t expect aaa-nything less” your voice hitched. His tongue had immediately found your clit, his favorite part to tease. His tongue felt amazing, but your body arched when he inserted a finger into you. “Fuck!” you hissed out, you were not expecting him to be this devilish. He really meant it when he warned you that he was not going to hold back.

You flopped back down, your arms no longer able to hold your weight. All you could do was grip the sheets and moan loudly to signal your pleasure.

“Let it all go” Shun encouraged between licking your clit and thrusting his fingers inside your vagina, he had inserted a second finger to heighten the pleasure. “Let them all hear how good I’m pleasuring you!”

Encouraged by his words your voice was ripped from your throat, you couldn’t contain your moans, you couldn’t have held back even if you wanted to.

Your moans and strangled praises always turned Shunichiro on, tonight was no exception. He could feel your orgasm building as your walls clenched his fingers tightly. Eager to suck them in further. “C’mon sweetheart, let go” he murmured. Curling his fingers up in a ‘come here’ movement caused to be the right decision as the flood came forward and drenched his fingers in the sweet nectar. Your body convulsed through your orgasm as you road the highs to nirvana.

He eagerly lapped at your drenched core. You never failed to entice him, and your cum was the sweetest he had ever tasted. When you came back from your high you softly pushed him away, being overstimulated you needed a quick breather, “Shun… that was perfect” you gasped out. He crawled over your body to kiss you hungrily. Your fingers ran over his still clothed body. “You” you interjected between kisses, “Are still too” his kisses peppered your face, “Dressed.”

“Care to help me out of them?” he asked. He helped you sit up from the bed, as you were still putty in his hands.

“I thought you’d never ask” you grabbed his button up and eagerly pulled the buttons apart, making sure that you didn’t ruin any of the buttons on his absurdly expensive suit. Finally, the buttons were all opened and you got your prize, seeing his beautiful chest. When did he ever find time to work out was beyond you. Sure, he wasn’t amazingly ripped like the male models you saw on the cover of the magazines but he was toned and muscles were defined. You couldn’t help the surge within you to kiss his abs, your hands were busy unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side.

“Eager are we?” he teased, though… truth be told, he was eager too. His cock was unbearably hard, and he couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside you. He threw his shirt to the side and quickly unzipped his pants, he couldn’t wait for you to tease him.

You swatted his hands away when he went for the waistband of his boxers. This was your time to shine. You drug the undergarments down slowly, reveling in how his cock sprang forward once it was free from the confinements. It was pulsing, and you couldn’t wait to have it in your mouth. The pre-cum was already beading up, begging for your mouth. “May I?” you asked, though you knew that he wouldn’t deny you.

Honestly, you didn’t care to wait for his response, you dipped down and grabbed his cock in your hand.It was exactly as he imagined it earlier in the evening. He could hardly contain himself, he loved seeing you choking in his cock. Your tongue darted out to taste the salty pre-cum. You lapped at the head of his cock, enjoying his growing arousal, your fingers cupped his balls you squeezed them gently, earning a groan of approval from him. You hummed happily around the tip of his cock, a shudder took over his whole body.

“You damn minx” he hissed. If you would have continued with your administration he wouldn’t have lasted long. He loved how your tongue lapped at his cum but he’d rather finish in you rather in your mouth, the vision would have to wait for another day, or for another round, whichever came first. He begrudgingly pulled you off of him and tossed you on the bed. He reached down to his pants and pulled out a condom. He quickly pulled it over his cock and joined you on the bed. He hovered over you as he kissed you sweetly, “I do enjoy hearing you say my name. I can’t wait to hear it again.”

You smiled softly at him, “Shun” you let his name roll off your tongue, “I can’t wait to scream it.” You grabbed his cock and guided him to your entrance. He pushed your panties to the side again as he didn’t even both taking them off earlier.  He slipped easily in, and you sighed happily against his shoulder. He fit so well, and you looked how he stretched you so nicely.  “Oh fuck!” you hissed, you could never forget how he felt inside you, but you always reacted the same.

Shunichiro didn’t pause to let you acclimate to his girth, the sight of your panties pulled to the side was a major turn on for him, he was sure you knew it too. He pulled your legs over his hips as he surged forward his hips slapped against your own hips. His one free hand found your hair and pulled your head back to expose your beck to his teeth.

He nipped at your skin making sure to leave a mark almost everywhere on your body. He snapped his hips forward hitting deep inside you, leaving you a panting mess. “Shun! Fuck me!” you whined, your hands snaked to his back as you held him close to your body. Your nail created a euphoric line between pain and pleasure. “Fuck right there!” you goaded him on as he leaned forward till his balls hit your skin. He pushed farther, his hips didn’t snap as hard so much as pushing as far as he could into you. As if he wished to become one with you.

These shallow thrusts had your head spinning and gasping for air. You whispered words of praise in his ear, mostly it was his name as a mantra. Shun enjoyed this intimate moment, it was a temporary break from what they always did, which was fuck like there was no tomorrow, not that you both enjoyed it, but it was a nice break nonetheless. He nibbled on your neck as he thrusted shallowly against you, slowing down his tempo was both infuriating and wonderful.

His hand which was once holding your hair traveled down between your bodies to massage your clit again, it was one of his go to techniques, seeing as your clit was by far one of the easiest ways to get you going. You mewled out your pleasure “Oh Shun!” His fingers were magic! You could feel the coils tightening once again. “Please!”

“Please what?” he teased, he increased the pressure, having your head lull back, gasping for breath. He began to increase the tempo in rhythm to his fingers, “I love it when you beg.”

“Please Shun, fuck me harder! Make me cum!” you whined, “I’m almost there! Please!” you lifted your hips to meet his own in a sloppy attempt to spur him on. Your fingers snaked their way down to join his own, but you cupped his balls again for a second. Your fingernails barely grazed the sensitive skin before he bucked his hips forward. While he loved you touching him, he wanted to bring you pleasure tonight. He pulled out almost completely before he plunged in completely, the headboard hit the wall when he did. A loud hit on the wall told the both of you that the occupant on the other side did not appreciate when you both were doing.

He surged forwards again, hitting your G-spot time and time again. His right hand grabbed your hip while his other hand left your clit to prop him up by your head. He growled as he heaved forward again, the slapping of skin was one of the most erotic sounds you ever knew, know that it was his skin slapping against your own. After a couple of thrusts the coils inside snapped as your vision went white from the pleasure. “SHUNICHIRO!” you screamed. Your walls clenched his cock, as he quickly attempted to find his release with you, he pulled out and quickly rid himself of the condom. His hands wrapped around his cock till he ejaculated over your stomach. He flopped down beside you as your hand rested over his chest, you could feel his rapid heartbeat and his labored breathing.

“T-that was amazing” you breathed out after a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. Shun smirked.

“…Are you ready for round two?”

[raleigh-ocean]

danna x ally’s random box (1) | headcanons

1. How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Danna has the habit of falling asleep in her back, long as she is, and one of her arms under her head. She doesn’t notice about it, which makes it funnier, and Ally pointed out several times that she has that ‘bad girl’ aura engraved so deep in her that even her whole posture give it away. Ally likes to take advantage of this, and that Danna has heavy sleep, to move her other arm so she can fit against her side with her back.

They always wake up in a bundle of sheets, Ally wrapped in Danna’s arms because she always tends to close as the night goes by, and when their alarm goes off is when the daily ritual begins: Ally sneaks her arm out of the warm prison that is Danna, Danna tugs her closer to her body, Ally manages to turn around and kisses her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her neck and then Danna laughs, finally with her eyes open and ‘give me one true kiss before I make us go late’ because they are pretty capable of it. So they share a kiss and then, off they go for the day.

Not everyday is like that, some other days they fall back asleep and Ozzy comes already dressed like ‘we are going to be late’ and then Danna rolls out to bed like a ninja and Ally enters the panic mode and they manage to prepare in less than half the time they always have.

2. How’s their team work? Do they share well?

On point, they move in perfect tempo when they are together, which is impressive for many of their close friends (and for Audrey, Shelby and Billie because damn, how do you two manage? Billie seriously is in shambles, she’s been ten years with Dara and they can’t make breakfast together to save their lives or be in time to anything while helping each other.).

Maybe because Danna is used to the chaos in the kitchen, it’s easier for her to adjust to changes and Ally is pretty clear not only with orders but while doing things, so it’s something that comes naturally for them. They don’t have much trouble sharing either, mostly because Danna is just too relaxed with material things and Ally knows where some lines are, so well, no problems with that.

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

In the beginning both were careful of their relationship, but after they managed to see that they didn’t have to fear anything, who was going to stop them from enjoying their life? It’s true that Danna is more open than Ally at times, but she knows that Ally prefers to keep the affections at minimum when they aren’t in ‘comfortable’ place. If not, well again, who’s gonna stop them from kissing or holding hands or each other or just joke around? C’mon they are the happiest when they are together! They decided that they wanted to enjoy their life, so there they go.

4. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

Danna comes up with whatever nickname she finds funny and just say it, she doesn’t even keep tabs with this, so for Ally it’s a constant ‘what will I be today’ that makes her laugh most of the time or shake her head in disbelief. Ally has darling and sunshine reserved for Danna and only her, and sometimes she throws some more sweetheart or honey here and there.

An in-joke they have is actually calling each other names of movie characters, mostly from those they identifies the best and also those in which they had to stop watching because The Mood arrived in the middle of it. A sweet secret that brings good memories made only by them.

5. What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

What annoys Ally about Danna is communication. Sometimes she finds herself in situations easily avoidables if Danna was able to be more direct or talk more clear about what is she going to do or what has she done. It's mostly because Danna has lived all her life mostly by her own, fending for herself and doing what's right under her own point of view; and Ally gets it, it's okay, but sometimes she wish she was more open...however, most of the times communication between them failed were silly things that ends in hilarious or embarrassing situations and Danna is trying to change that, it really shows, so Ally doesn't really mind much because she knows there are gonna be changes eventually.

Danna wished that Ally didn't worry that much sometimes. It pains her to see Ally riled up with anxiety over things that aren't that deep and maybe is because Danna isn't an actual worrier, she's too relaxed even, but damn that sometimes gets in her almost non existent nerves. But Danna doesn’t want Ally to change, because it reminds her that she should be more of a worrier at times and she also knows that when the anxiety monster come in, she could do something to make it go away enough to let Ally think with clarity.

6. What do the like best about their partner?

What Ally likes best about Danna is how cheerful she is? It’s like Danna irradiates this...energy at any second of the day that keeps on charging Ally. She’s not a type of annoying cheerful person, but she is easy to be around and has always something crazy or weird in the tip of her tongue to say and it makes forget for a few seconds how ectic can her schedule be. But Ally isn’t mistaken by the cheerfulness, she knows deep inside Danna hides a sad person and she tries to keep checking on her, because sometimes the sun has its own eclipses.

For Danna...well, it’s hard to pick up the thing she likes best about Ally, because she really likes too many things about her. But if there’s maybe one thing above the others is how Ally’s presence makes her feel on Earth. Danna has a thing of thinking too many things at the same time and sometimes she feels disconnected of everything going around her, but when Ally comes into view...she’s is here and not Saturn or Pluto. That’s one of the things that attracted Danna from Ally, she made her want to stay and not fly away with her thoughts were none could reach.

11. What does their home look like?

Taking in count Danna moved to Ally’s house...very Ally like. Danna always lived from studio to studio, so she doesn’t have many things to actually introduce to their home...but it’s fun to recognize those things here and there, a big contrast with the homie and simple way of Ally’s tastes. Ally always tries to let Danna know that, if she wants something, she only needs to ask for it and she will buy it and Danna just shakes her head telling her that she likes everything very much and doesn’t need of her.

Until Danna saw that hammock and her eyes lighted up with a million of stars and ‘oh God Ally what do I do? do I buy it? do i not?’ and Ally is already with her card in hand because it was about fucking time.

13. How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

Unlike some tall people, Danna likes to hug Ally wrapping her from under her arms because she loves how Ally leans on her, arms circling her neck, and then she just straighten her back and...up we go. She truly loves having Ally wrapping her in her arms, to be honest, it allows her to just hide her face in Ally’s neck and get more kisses.

Kisses? They are big fans of the big ones when none seems to look at them. But Danna has a weak spot for quick kisses that leave Ally blinking a bit in shock and then it comes the ‘D’ wink’ trademarked that, after a while and being in touch with Dara, Danna, Danielle and Dahlia; she knows means more than the innocent ‘hey’.

Ally is actually the one that flirts the most out of the two, surprisingly, and it always catch Danna off guard and makes her laugh. But it makes Danna get clever and go back at her with the right words and that way her hands always find her right spot...mhm chef kiss, literally.

And I can say for a fact that Danna’s way to let the rest know they are ‘safe’ and have somewhere to lean on, it’s by giving them big warm bear hugs and tiny pep talks that probably she gave to herself in moments of need. Ally is a sucker for these and when she’s wrapped in Danna’s arms and hearing her voice...everything seems better. Ally’s way to provide of comfort goes close to try and be gentle, rubbing the back of Danna’s head or brushing her hair or even let Danna put her head on her chest to hear her heartbeat. It works every damn time.

16. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

Danna? Really bad in two extremes. If it's in herself, she literally brush it behind the rug and keeps going with her life, it's the type of tough it up until it pass and this makes Ally freak out because once she came work with a heavy fever and she kept telling Ally she was fine while her trembling hand was trying to cut an onion with a spoon. But when it’s someone else? She just panics because she doesn’t know what to fucking do, and starts to overthink, and she already has Danielle on speed dial because ‘Nani help please’ most of the time, mostly with things a band aid doesn’t heal.

Ally it’s pretty chill and is in control of the situation, which makes a good contrast with how Danna handles everything. She always has the right words, the remedy or even the contingency plan for whatever disaster arise and Danna feels like she’s an angel sent from Heaven just for her. Ally is really patient, to be honest, and little by little is trying to teach Danna how to handle things in case she isn’t around (with Danielle’s help).

17. Do they know when the other is hiding something?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

For Ally at least, she knows Danna is up to something even before seeing her face. There’s this strange aura around Danna that gives everything away and Danna can’t make up an excuse to save her life. Also she has this big guilty across her face and it reminds Ally of a kid who just finished the whole cookie jar, crumbs all over her face and clothes, and it doesn’t help that she’s trying really hard to not make eye contact with Ally and her voice is really tiny.

However to this day, Danna still has zero idea of any surprise Ally is about to give her. She literally can’t lie nor discover the lie to save her life.

20. Do they have any pets?

Oz and Danna are working in this really hard and Ally is not having it, not even a little bit. But they are working to get a dog, a tiny one! not a big one, one that can hop here and there when it’s needed and ‘easy’ to handle for the three of them. They are almost there, Danna believes that her long time plan is going to work eventually and Ozzy trust in her very much at this point because Danna always manage to convince Ally somehow.

Spoiler: Ally finally gives in and then they get a chihuahua and they call him Roberto and Ally suffers what I call the ‘get it out of my house, wait now the dog is my child’ syndrome and it’s hilarious because Bob is the most loved little shit on Earth and Ally didn’t want it to happen? Can you believe it?

25. Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them?

All the time, it’s terrible, Ally has a soft spot for Danna and Danna has a soft spot for Ally and fuck damn, ‘Danna Bishop don’t look at me like that! No, no, n-AH OKAY, OKAY!’ and then when it’s Ally’s time to get away she just leans in Danna’s back slowly draping herself all over her and kissing her cheek and ‘okay, I can’t with you, you are too powerful, who gave you the right’ and then everything is fine again.

They know their limits but for harmless stuff they just are like, who cares? let that whatever sparks its joy.

26. Do they talk often? What about?

Totally, Danna has the gift of being able to speak all day long and she always has something to say or to tell or she thought about something a second ago, and Ally is willing to listen to her as long as she lets her, because Ally is more of a quiet person and likes to listen and for a change she finds herself enjoying that kind of talks. It lets her know more about whatever cross Danna’s mind and at the same time to keep herself from thinking too much.

Ally surprise herself more often than not, however, being the one starting the conversation with whatever and Danna is there to follow and adding stuff. They talk about everything and nothing, a lot of banal stuff most of the time because those are the things that their time together allows them but at times they retire earlier to bed and talk about more serious stuff, being both cozy together and giving each other kisses.

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