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whatifxwereyou · 3 years ago

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Ashes Chapter 16: Up Against the Wall

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Liu Kang x Reader

Summary: You two will probably never stop fighting, but at least you're trying.

A/N: I'm so sorry to have to split this up. This was a smut chapter but it was just so damn long. I couldn't just slam 15 pages here. I mean I could, but it didn't make sense to. But next week? Smut. Also definitely gonna write a prequel to this. Even if it's just for me, unless you guys wanna see it haha <3

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“What was that about?” Liu sat on the edge of your bed at your side without so much as asking for permission. Bold.

“Oh, that?” You looked to the door in amusement. “Yeah, about that. Cole knows.”

“Cole knows what?”

“Cole knows.” You gave him a pointed look. Liu furrowed his brow while trying to decipher your words and then widened his eyes in realization. He watched the door, surprised.

“Oh.” He seemed puzzled. “How, exactly?”

“He saw us the other night. Right before closing.”

“Oh.” He repeated. “Bad timing.” Liu sighed but you could see amusement behind his eyes. It was reminiscent of those first few weeks you’d spent with him where he didn’t say what he really meant but in a playful sort of way. He’d done that all the damn time and he knew just how attractive you found it. Damn him. Of course he would think this was a little funny while you were ripping yourself apart over it.

“That and…” You tilted your head to the side and pushed your hair away from your shoulder. Then you wiped the remains of the makeup off of your neck so that he could see the damn hickey that he’d left on you. Liu’s face dropped but then he practically snorted with laughter and had to cover his mouth to hide his smile. What a brat! He cleared his throat.

“Oops.”

That was all he had to say, huh? You shoved his shoulder.

“Really, Liu? A hickey? What are you, twelve?” You let your hair fall back into place.

“I guess I got a little carried away.” He shrugged as if this were all the explanation you would need. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You know, I cannot think of a single time where you left a mark on me and it wasn’t like we had a lot of self-control back then.”

“Well, that’s not true…” He looked ready to argue with you so you rolled your eyes at him.

“A mark that anyone could see.” You stuck your tongue out at him. He gave a short nod as if to thank you for clarifying. “Now, when things are at their most complicated, Liu, you just… go for it, I guess. Big ol’ mark right on my neck for everyone to see. Thank the stars that it was Cole who noticed it and not someone else.”

“I wasn’t exactly in control of much yesterday.” Liu offered a very pitiful defense but he, again, was hiding his laughter.

“Oh, and you were so in control back then, were you?”

“Uh…” He hesitated. “Fair point.” You laughed in disbelief. “It’s nice to see you smile.” But your smile fell almost immediately. It had felt nice to joke about it, like it wasn’t weighing so heavily on you. Things were often too serious between you now. You’d once been the best of friends. “How are you feeling?” He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Of course not.

“I’m tired of you asking me how I’m feeling.”

“You collapsed earlier so I’m a little worried. That’s all. I think I get to ask.” When you offered him no further explanation of what had happened, he continued. “Overexertion, perhaps? Or something that you’re not telling me which seems more likely. You do that a lot. Especially now. There was a time where you couldn’t keep from telling me everything.” He was right about that. You’d had an instant connection and had shared truths and secrets very early on. That felt like a lifetime ago. You were a different person now.

“Liu…” You decided to let him down easy and then send him away. Today had been too much and keeping him around was dangerous. And considering how much you wanted to do something dangerous, you had to get rid of him.

“What aren’t you telling me, Y/N?”

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet.” It was true. You didn’t want to tell anyone what that man had put into your head. You weren’t ready to face it. In fact, your brain had completely stalled in processing it. The afternoon was already being blacked out.

“We don’t have time for you to brood over whatever it is. Dealing with it later can’t be the only solution you have.”

“You are just so damn determined to turn everything into a fight, aren’t you?” You snapped at him. “I didn’t force you to deal with whatever you’re dealing with. Maybe later is all I have right now.”

“We don’t have until later.”

“Does it make you feel better to pick a fight with me? Is that what it is?”

“You’re just as confrontational as I am, Y/N. Listen to the way you said that.”

“Let it go. I’ll sort it out with Raiden when we get back to China. You and I? We’re not that close anymore, Liu. Get it through your head.”

“You know that I can’t let it go.” He pushed his hair back in frustration. “Not just because you’re my friend. That night on the roof you saw something. I’m guessing you saw this. You saw what happened today.” You frowned. He was right but it didn’t mean you had to like it. “I let you have your space about what you saw on the roof and after today, I can’t keep doing that. And you don’t have to lash out at me every time you’re scared.”

“Scared?” You went from zero to annoyed immediately. Annoyed because he was right and annoyed because he was calling you out in such a tone.

“I’ve decided that’s what it is that makes you like this. Fear. Fear of change. Fear of the guilt. Fear of me. Fear of whatever it is you’re not telling anyone.”

“Sometimes I can’t stand the way that you assume you know what I’m thinking and feeling.”

“Only because you don’t tell me anything anymore. So don’t start on that. I’m not assuming anything, Y/N. It’s an observation.” He frowned but he hadn’t snapped or yelled at you. You hated that he was so levelheaded. Why couldn’t he be just as irrational as you were now? Why was it that he had gotten it together but you were still a mess? “You’re jumping down my throat because you’re uncomfortable.”

“Liu, I swear…”

“You pick fights now because it’s easier than talking. It was different when I was the one picking fights. And you called me out. So, I’m calling you out, Y/N.” He looked as if he wanted you to prove him wrong. You hated that he was right. You hated that he was making you face these things head on. It was something that Kung Lao just hadn’t done. You’d had your moments where you’d pushed each other but it was nothing like with Liu Kang. He had always pushed you. There had been a time where you’d loved that.

“You know what?” You began with an angry huff but it immediately deflated and your shoulders slumped. “I am scared.” You gave all of your attention to the tacky pattern on the carpeted floor. “I haven’t had to deal with visions in years. My arcana hasn’t drained me like this in just as long. Today was exhausting for me and my fuse is short. This is a lot. You’re right. It’s easier to fight with you than to deal with it.”

“To your credit you did duplicate nearly everyone today. Then you smashed all those things in one strike. I’ve never seen you do anything on that scale before. It was impressive.” He offered an understanding smile which you were relieved to see even out of the corner of your eye. Maybe you wouldn’t fight. “No wonder you’re a little gray.”

“I’ve never tried anything that grand before.”

“You never needed to.”

“It’s left me rattled, that’s all. Raiden will help. We figured it out back then and we’ll figure it out again.” It was probably the trauma and the guilt. Those things could weigh heavily on a person.

“We will.” He folded his hands in his lap and you sat together in silence. Liu shifted next to you. He was trouble today. And he had no idea how dangerous you were feeling, how desperately you wanted to cause some trouble and how easy it was for your brain to connect those two facts. Liu Kang could be just the trouble you needed and you were already kicking yourself for thinking it. “What aren’t you saying?”

“I’m not saying it, Liu, on purpose.” You spoke quietly so he leaned closer. His hand covered yours where you had it rested on the bed between you. Chills ran down your spine so you stiffened up. His touch was so careful, so thoughtful. You refused to shiver beneath the touch of Liu Kang.

“Y/N…” His voice was laced with concern.

“Don’t push me, Liu. Not today.” You turned toward him and leaned closer as if to dare him to do just that. Oh, how your body language betrayed you. “You have no idea how volatile I’m feeling.”

“Then talk to me. Don’t shut down.”

“Why, Liu?” You didn’t see the point. There was no way out of this for you. What did he think would happen? You were at war. What did anything matter? War with Outworld. War with wherever that horrid man had been from. War with each other. “I need to think it over. I’m not a touchy-feely-talk-about-everything person anymore and you know that.”

“No, Y/N, I don’t. We have clawed and fought our way to this point. Whether or not you like it, we’re in this together. You can’t just be in it when it’s convenient for you.”

“That’s so nasty, Liu. Don’t put it like that.”

“I already did.”

“I’m not ready to talk about it. That’s the line.”

“You are obviously hurting. Something happened and you aren’t telling me. Something prompted you to do what you did earlier. Let me be there for you. Let me comfort you.”

“I don’t want your comfort.”

“Why not?”

“You already know the reason, Liu.” His comfort came with strings. There was no such thing as no-strings-attached with Liu Kang. Even when he had said it meant nothing it had been a lie. You knew each other too well now to pretend.

“Because you’re afraid?” There was that word again. The way he said it with such disdain made you immediately angry. You gritted your teeth to keep from saying something awful. “Scared that it’ll make you weak to need comfort? Or scared that maybe you’ll do something that you clearly want to do and then have to deal with the consequences?” He moistened his lips and then swallowed hard as if to keep from saying something more. But he’d said enough.

“You just have to push and push and dig and dig until I snap, don’t you? You just can’t help yourself. Then you call me out for assuming shit and turn around and do the same thing to me, you hypocrite.” There was that bottled up anger, coming out in a bite. You’d warned him and he’d poked the bear anyway.

“You need pushing.”

“Are you getting some sick sense of purpose from this, Liu?” Your lip curled in anger. “I get it. You’re lost after losing Kung Lao and then after what happened with me and finding out I was wasted and made a mistake… now you’re…”

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel, Y/N. You’re angry. Defensive. Lashing out. But you do not get to tell me how I feel or why I’m doing what I’m doing. I’m thinking clearly for the first time since it all happened.”

“Oh, so you get to but I don’t? You used me like a verbal punching bag this last week, Liu! Maybe it’s about time you had a taste of your own damn medicine.”

“Stop.” He grabbed your arm and you tugged it but he didn’t let go. He grabbed your other arm and turned you to face him. “Just stop it, Y/N.”

You should have pulled your hand back and broken his stupid nose. But his dark eyes were full of concern, pleading with you, dripping with sincerity. Betraying your anger, your vision blurred with tears. He was right. You furrowed your brow and forced the tears away. Then you gave him a curt nod.

“Sorry.” You muttered. He shifted and moved closer. Letting go of your wrist, he placed his hand instead on your cheek. His warm fingers traced down to your jaw and then beneath it, tilting your chin back up so you would have to face him. His lips were close. They were dangerous and you wanted them. You hated yourself for wanting them.

“Don’t push me away, Y/N.” His lips brushed against yours just barely, tantalizing you with each word. He knew exactly what he was doing. Liu Kang played so damn innocent but you knew exactly what he was doing in these moments where you had gotten this close. He knew what he’d been doing back then and he knew what he was doing now. “Please.” His lips graced yours again as he spoke and then slowly engulfed them in a kiss that send sparks shooting down your spine. That soft kiss was enough to make you crumble. The tension you’d held in your every nerve faded. How could you do anything but lean into that kiss? You savored the touch of his soft lips, the bottom one still broken from the day before. The taste of them was like fire. Loose embers that had, at some point, coated his lips.

No.

No, you couldn’t do this. As much as you wanted it, this kind of trouble wasn’t the kind you would come back from twice. Hand on his chest, you pushed him back, pulling your lips away from his and just barely managing it.

“Bad idea.” You muttered against every instinct in your body.

“Why?” He grasped the wrist he still held in frustration. “You want this. I know you do.”

“That doesn’t matter, Liu.”

“It matters.” He was exasperated and you couldn’t rightly blame him. “What you want matters. What I want matters.”

“But…”

“But what?” His cool exterior finally broke.

“Don’t snap at me like that.”

He quieted you with a kiss and you laughed in surprise against the demand of his fiery lips.

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laketaj24 · 4 years ago

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Reasons: Ubbe Lothbrok

Author’s Note: I combined the two requests into one; I hope that’s okay! It’s a little kinky, yall don’t care though, lmao. Let me know what you think! Happy reading! (Gif Credit: The lovely @honestsycrets)

Requested: How about a vampire explaining how much he wants to bite the reader, and why he won't right now, in a very sexy way of course. Maybe with a lot of touching. For the Viking of your choice...- @whenimaunicorn

Ubbe telling you ghost stories or norse legends while teasing you with a knife (and then fucking you) 👀 - anon

Pairings: Ubbe x Reader

Warnings: Blood Kink, Knife Play, Public Smut

The light from the moon was the only light that guided you along the path back to Kattegat; you told Ubbe you wanted to be home sooner. The oncoming winter brought shorter days, which meant more danger being in the woods in the midst of woods at night. It was not that you were afraid, though; Ubbe was the good brother. Ivar and even Hvitserk, you didn’t trust alone in these parts. They both had a satiated hunger that you cared not to ignite.

“How far are we from home?” You asked, pulling the furs over your arms to prevent the chilly wind from hitting your skin. “I know your mother does not want us to miss sup.”

“My mother will be fine; rather, we make it or not.” Ubbe moved the branch from in front of you two and allowed you to walk ahead. “I have wanted to talk to you for a while now.”

“We talk every day.” The chuckle was brief when you noticed that he didn’t return a smile. “Talk about what, young Lothbrok.”

“You and Bjorn.”

“There is no Bjorn and me,” You scoffed in efforts to not laugh out loud and draw any wild animal towards you. “Bjorn is not a husband, he even knows it.”

“Anyone can be a husband.”

“That is not true, and you know it, Ubbe Ragnarsson, did you bring me to the woods to tease me about Bjorn and our…” You struggled to find the words to define the one time fuck session you’d had with him. There were no regrets, but somehow you felt guilty every time you were around Ubbe, and he brought it up. He had a way of bringing emotions out in you that you didn’t think existed. Ubbe was the most complex of the brothers, every woman knew, every woman wanted him, yet he still pined after you even when he learned that you were entangled with Bjorn.

“I would never bring you here to be a tease.” He touched the small line of your arm, pinching playfully at your skin before he let go and walked ahead of you. “Have you heard about these woods?”

“Heard what?”

“About the draugr?” Ubbe smiled, even in the fading sunlight, you could see the brilliant smile he gave, and the fluttering in your stomach reconvened.

“Draugr, you tell lies, Ubbe.”

“I tell no lies. It is said that he comes out when the sunsets… in search of the flesh of young women like yourself.” Ubbe stood before you with a glimmer of entertainment in his eyes. “He likes them young and alone.”

“I am not alone.” You shrug. “Am I?”

“It appears you are not.” Ubbe stepped closer. “If the Draugr was here, where would be a good place for him to start?” He leaned in his beard, prickling the side of your face and causing a chill to run down your spine. “Your neck?” He touches the nape of your nape. “Your breasts?” The finger strategically slides down the line of your dress to the tip of your nipple. “Likely your thighs,” Ubbe whispered. “It’s warm there, no?”

“You are insane.” You smirked, pushing passed him only to be pushed lightly into the tree. “Why would a draugr be here of all places?”

“Guarding the hoards buried in these very woods.”

It is hard not to swallow back the fear the pricked, the warriors were known to bury their hoards in the woods. It was less likely to be bothered if no one could bother it. “It is not funny to tease like this, Ubbe.”

“Draugr like the taste of blood, sweet yet salty, fresh from their victim.”

“Enough.” Your hands shove into his chest, and he steps back, allowing you to move past him. Then he is right on your tail. “Take me back to Kattegat.”

“That is where we are headed; you are no fun.”

“I don’t find your stories entertaining.” You pout.

“Is it entertainment that you want?” Ubbe exhaled. “Perhaps we can have a game of chase… I will give you a head start. If I catch you, I get to do whatever I want to you. There are no limits, and you will allow it?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever I want.” He did not explain, only grin sneakily and cross his arms.

“And if I win.”

“I will do whatever you want, no matter what it is.”

“When do we start?” You were known to be fast; on the battlefields and raids, they sent you to send messages for your speed alone. You gathered your curly hair pinning it atop your head, and then turned to him.

“You can go now.” He flourished the land in front of you, “While you have the light in your favor.”

Losing was something you were not familiar with, but Ubbe took no shame in catching you three minutes after starting your sprint. He knew the woods like he knew his home; they were, in essence, a piece of his home. This you should have thought of before you accepted the wager.

The cold blade graces your neck, the point of it pushing into your supple flesh enough to prick and cause a small point of blood to seep. “There are one million reasons why I shouldn’t do this,” Ubbe whispered. “But, I can think of one why I can.”

Blood did not scare you, nor did it make you want to stop him. You wanted him to continue. “And what is that reason?”

“You want me to, right?”

Answering with words seemed to take too much of your energy, so you nodded your head, eagerly awaiting him to suck at your skin. Ubbe sucked at your breast, taking the plush flesh into the mouth, only making you moan and echo in the woods surrounding you. He lowered himself onto your body, pressing your body onto the damp forest floor and spreading your legs further. He stopped inhaling deeply, leaving a small throbbing spot where he had sucked.

“Where to drink next?” The blade traveled down your body, over your exposed skin, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere he touched and then stopped at the slope of your thigh. “Here?” Ubbe carefully drew circles with the knife and then drug it further down your legs. “Or here?” He stopped at the soft spot behind your knee.

Your breath was ragged, skin flushed, and chest heaving. You didn’t know what you wanted from Ubbe, but you knew that you wanted him to do it. You reached down, cupping his dick; it hung heavy in his pants against his thigh. How was he keeping it composed, you were unsure? Then again, he apparently waited a while to get you like this, so maybe patience was his forte? “Watch yourself, lamb.” He growled.

“And if I don’t?”

Those words ignite something in him because he no longer takes his time with you; he tosses the knife to the ground and tugging his pants down quickly. “Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked.

“I lost the chase.” You answered.

“Right.” Ubbe unsheathes himself, stroking his tip over your clit once, then twice, and then he slams into you. The sharp yet sweet feeling sends your back arching into him and nails raking down his back. He doesn’t stop with the roughness of his strokes, dragging his dick out of you and then slamming back in full to the hilt filling you. Gentle was not an option with him; you didn’t want it to be. Your legs cradle him, pulling him deeper, nudging him against your g-spot and all while him rubbing him on your swollen clit as he wound his hips. Ubbe was savoring the feeling of your pussy; warmth enveloped him and then clenched around his cock. You were tight, beckoning for him to fuck you, so he did.

Ubbe drove into you faster, each time your body bounce, breast pushed against his chest, and your toes curled. The carnal growl that came from him was enough to make you come alone; he was like an animal, untamed. His teeth grazed your skin, nails raked down your thighs as he lifted your legs to wrap around his body, and he had no intent on stopping. Your body quaked under his, your eyes water as the provoked pleasure passed through your entire body like an explosion. You shuttered, your voice wavered in cries you’d never heard before, and he continued. Your skin clapped against Ubbe’s and thrust into you, halting for a moment. His back bowing to get deeper, and you felt him spilling into you.

The two of you didn’t move for several minutes. The sound of the night was around you and growing louder. There was a part of you that didn’t want to move. You tried to lay there and bask in the aftermath of fucking the man you’d wanted to fuck for years. “We should get back.” You whispered, running your fingers through his sweat-slick hair.

“I can think of several reasons why we shouldn't,” Ubbe answered, and even though you could not see him, you could feel the cocky grin on his face.

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honestsycrets · 4 years ago

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A Cat Called Creamsicle | [ Ivar x Reader ]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader [ modern ]

❛ type | drabble, creamsicle square for @mzliterarydreamer

❛ summary | a cat and a box of ice cream.

❛ tags | bad employees (this is a thing for me okay), mention of death, mention of ashes, wheelchair use, referenced homeaid, pets.

He looks at them every time he passes into the room, running his hand over his mother’s dark stained wood. His mother’s canopy bed is sadly cold although he can still smell her perfume, wafting thin and light, and god he misses being able to climb into her bed and listen to her string him a story of the old gods.

She’s gone now.

“Ivar?” His watch alerts him to the door jangling, swinging open downstairs with a harsh slam. He would have jumped if he hadn’t known it to be his home nurse. Mother’s inheritance assured he’d live plush and comfortably. With the stipulation that-- of course, a home aide came to check on him every day.

“I’m coming.”

Once he makes his way down the stairs, he realizes that there’s something different this time. You stand with a small kennel under your arm, clicking the small suitcase you’ve rolled in. “What is this?” he asks.

“Creamsicle!”

Cream...sicle. You set the kennel down and unlock it, reaching in to pull out, what is a small orange tabby cat. His chest plumes white, like some arrogant little fluff ball. Ivar draws back the wheels of his wheelchair to get a better look at what kind of flea-bitten mongrel you had brought over. The cat is just as bewildered, stiff like a board, and glancing around for a way out. He’d ask why the hell you brought it over if he didn’t already have a sneaking suspicion on what the hell was going on.

“It’s… a cat.”

“I’m glad you’ve noticed.”

“Why did you bring me a cat?” He presses as if he hadn’t known why. You’ve always been a vocal woman about the need for Ivar to have more playmates than just his mother. Now that she was gone, he didn’t know who to socialize with. You bend down, peeling him away from the floor to clasp on a collar. With a bowtie bell.

God.

“Well, Mr. Lothbrok--”

“Lothbrok was my father,” he barks. He knows how you like to tease-- just because you weren’t familiar with his culture and were more acquainted with his fancy-ass company name. “Ivar Ragnarsson,” you correct. “You’re in desperate need of company.”

He’d argue if it weren’t so damn true.

“And a cat fixes that how?”

You sit on the ground beside his finicky fucking cat, rubbing your palm over his orange ringed tail as the cat hops over your scratchy baby blue scrubs. “It’s company for my off days.”

Ha, Ivar thinks. It’s a shit piece of company for an even shittier principle.

Most men his age were out, running, drinking-- and instead, he was here in his mother’s obsequiously big house, trying to make every room a little less lonely. It wasn’t working. Maybe you noticed that, too. The way he moved like some robotic wraith seeking to make himself feel better. Perhaps at the cost of his mental state which-- according to unhappy Mr. Clipboard on your suitcase said, he was miserable.

The cat seems intimidated by him. Anytime he wheels remotely the wrong way, the thing bolts like a rocket. “Get out of there,” you motion to his wheelchair. “No wonder he’s scared, you’re bulldozing him.”

With a long dragging sigh he pulls himself onto the cool tile floors. “There.” He raises his hands up, then down, slapping his thighs. “See, it still doesn’t fucking like me.”

You reach out, chasing his large hands out, and brush him as if you’re a grown woman teaching a small child to pet a cat. “You have to treat him nicely,” you whisper, and it sends chills all the way down, chasing his worries… away. Annoyingly far away.

It’s funny how touch can do that.

“Do you have to do that?”

You pull your hands away from his palm, clearing your throat a bit as you rustle in your things. Ironically, you pull out a box of those American treats you’re such a fan of. He spots the yellow box as the car finally seems to meld into his palm.

“You didn’t--” his smile begins to peak. You withdrawal a cool bar, popping it out of its bag with the smallest motion. “One for you,” you hand it over to him. “One for me.”

Somehow, he’s here on the floor eating orange creamsicles with his nurse and a newfound cat, not at all sure how he’s gotten there. “You’re in this deep?” he finds himself asking, unable to tear himself from the realization that you’re watching him suckle the cool treat. Unlike your other coworkers, it wasn’t as if you had anyone else to visit. Ivar was the only patient you had day in and out. He likes it that way-- the thought of you caring for someone else-- when this is so intimate? No.

“Looks like it.”

“Isn’t that against your job description?”

“Maybe if you wanted me.” There’s a silence in which Ivar debates that very fact. Then, as he comes to his conclusion that he can’t argue, you lean over to him. He feels the coolness wafting off your lips. “I put my two-week notice in.”

Ivar leans forward, smashing his cold lips against yours and nearly squishing poor creamsicle in the process. The cat leaps away. Ivar’s firm hand holds you in place against his mouth, and he never really needed to, because your hands have found the soft fabric of his shirt, kissing him with bruising, needy quality.

“Ivar--” you mutter. His tongue prods your lower lip before taking a hearty nip at it, and you squeak, dragging your face away. “--fuck!”

“Sorry,” he says as he pulls back. You shake your head, suckling the rivulets of cream running down your wrist. He watches in discomfort as you suckle it dry and finish your frozen treat off. “My ice cream was melting.”

“Can we go upstairs?” he asks, pink-cheeked. You stand upright, picking up the box full of creamsicle treats. If you went up there you already knew what would happen-- but Ivar’s excitement was too much to bear. You start toward the kitchen, flicking your head to motion him to get his ass up there. He fumbles into his wheelchair as you put the ice cream away, then start the journey up the stairs.

“You owe me dinner later, Mr. Ragnarsson.”

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tigerdrop · 4 years ago

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What is your Benrey’s motivation for everything that happened in Black Mesa? Getting Gordon’s hand cut off, trying to kill the Science Team, etc. Was it all a game to him and he didn’t realize the seriousness of it to the others? Did he actually want to kill them but is chill now?

oh man i have thought about this anon. way more than perhaps i should

so, you know, initially his motivation is just doing his job. you see a guy with his dick out and without the credentials to be where he is, you do your job and ask for it. but at the same time, hes also literally been described as “openly lustful” after gordon by WRTV, and i think that plays a factor here too - benrey keeps following him b/c he just plain likes the guy. how he actually expresses that desire notwithstanding

but then u get into the betrayal and the final boss fight and everything. and my long-winded and unorganized rationale for all that stuff is: what i think is that benrey is, you know, self-aware as the title implies, and he knows that hes got a part to play here. hes kind of “supposed” to be the bad guy. and at first he has fun playing the game - he really gets a kick out of making gordons life difficult and stressing him out and scaring him a little sometimes. its all games to him! and if theres one thing benrey makes clear, its that he just wants to play games with people, whether its video games or thinly-veiled power play games. he likes pushing gordons limits and seeing him get all fuckin sweaty and anxious and hearing him yelp with surprise. you know, for normal reasons.

but at the same time, he also really seems to like making gordon laugh, and theres a constant push-pull between these aspects of him. benrey doesnt have a very high level of emotional intelligence/awareness/whatever you wanna call it, and he processes his feelings for gordon much like a fuckin kindergartner pulling their crush’s pigtails. benrey likes being mean, he likes being obnoxious, and he likes being condescending, that much is all true. but its all in service of one thing: getting a rise out of gordon, b/c he fucking likes the guy and likes having his attention, whether its positive or negative. (although judging from how much he goes out of his way to do silly shit to make gordon laugh, he really likes the positive stuff, too.)

(on a side note: its really, really funny how much more/harder gordon laughs at benreys jokes than anybody elses. he clearly likes benrey a lot, at least to an extent. like, whenever theyre underwater and theyre all going BBBBB, gordon only really laughs when benrey does it, and he only plays along and makes the noise himself when benrey does it. thats fucking cute, man)

its also worth pointing out that for all that benrey gets in gordons way and makes life difficult for him, hes also pretty protective of him and tries to be helpful in his own way. see: benrey stepping in to “protect” him from the other security guard at the very beginning, and leaping into action to shoot shit to protect gordon, and pulling him up from the ladder when gordons struggling to get out of fucking sewage, and attempting to help out with puzzles. he also gets jealous of other people being the target of gordons affection/attention, too. honestly benreys just really fuckin capricious, but at his core he does a lot of the shit he does b/c he really likes gordon. even if that manifests as him being a condescending asshole who does shit specifically to piss gordon off or scare the daylights out of him (b/c, at his core, he is also kind of a creep.)

he doesnt really seem to understand the consequences of his actions and the games he plays a lot of the time, either. at his core i dont think benrey wants to hurt gordon for reals - he sounds genuinely surprised and upset that the military was cutting off gordons hand. and he was probably Actually Unhappy to see gordon being in severe pain like that. thats not fun anymore, right, thats not playing the game that benrey wanted to play. my understanding is that he sold gordon out because he knows the part hes gotta play, right. somebodys supposed to be the “bad guy”. whether hes being pushed into it by gman or for whatever other reason. he just.......never anticipated that it would lead to that, i think. the entire science team was shocked at gordons hand getting cut off, too, and honestly theyre all culpable for what happened to gordon! they were all conspiring for one reason or another, whether deliberately or through being tricked into it

as like further justification for that idea, benrey intermittently forgets what the deal is with gordon missing his hand, like at the end of part 3 where he sounds genuinely worried about what happened to gordons arm. and he also doesnt really seem to “get” what the deal is with people being dead - stuff cant really hurt him, and he expresses surprise and confusion during part 4 when they keep running into dead scientists. probably all he really “gets” is that humans are supposed to have all their body parts, and theyre supposed to be, you know, alive and well, but his grasp on the concepts of severe bodily harm and death is.......loose at best. along with his grasp on “human concepts and needs” in general

and honestly during part 4 i get the vibe that benrey doesnt.......actually want them to get to the end. he doesnt want to have to be the big bad boss. he keeps trying to get them all to turn back and go back to black mesa proper. and hes really dialed up to 11 during this part, both in terms of being an obnoxious obstacle to gordons goals and in terms of doing as much as he can to be cute and nice and make gordon laugh. its really pointed IMO. like, the conflicting goals of thinking, “if i get in his way enough, hell give up and he wont go to xen and have to fight me” and also “maybe if im really nice to him and make him laugh a lot, hell listen to me and we wont have to fight”. hes really wringing the most that he can out of their interactions before they have to fight each other. unfortunately for benrey, that gives off some really mixed messages, and thats just not gonna work

theres also the bit during the final boss fight where gordon cant find the last passport, and benrey just so happens to pull one out and be like “oh nooo haha you mean this one? you better not shoot it and beat me”. which really hammers home the point that he doesnt necessarily want to be the big bad evil guy, and he doesnt really want to kill gordon. but he has to play the part he was given. all he really wants is to be friends, and also to suck gordon freemans dick. (why not both?)

but at the same time, i imagine that benreys really confused and unhappy by the mixed messages that gordon gives him, too. benrey sounds so like........genuinely sad and dejected after gordon gets mad at him during part 4 over the events of the past day, focused on benrey alone. benreys probably really stressed out by all of this. he just wanted to be gordons friend, but gordon keeps taking out all his anger on him. and gordons mad at him for killing people, but gordons killed a bunch of people too. he doesnt get why the rules are different for gordon or why the rules keep changing or why gordon keeps getting mad at him and then laughing at his jokes like it’s nothing. the whiplash is probably hard to deal with and might well contribute to him being like “you made me bad!”

anyway god that is. so much to read and isnt super organized. tl;dr benrey may be mean and obnoxious and outright malicious at times, but not b/c he hates gordon or actively wanted to severely hurt him/kill him. hes just kind of a fucking creep with an alien sense of morality and a poor grasp on how humans work

thanks 4 reading,

#asky #careposting

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chaoticpanpan · 4 years ago

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Do you think Trencil really likes halloween or hates it? How does he spend it?

I had this all written out ready to post and tumblr deleted it.

(I see Trencil and Nat being able to go half bat almost like an anthro kinda I guess is what I'm getting at.)

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🦇:Trencil wasn't too fond of Halloween. He had an unfortunate stalker come around this time of year in hopes he'd see Trencil's "true form". We all know who that is and he and a couple other kids would watch outside Trencil's house thinking he would turn into a bat off to his next victim.

Nat on the other hand loved it. She was finally able to be herself without any suspicion because I mean hey, everyone is dressed up. Why not take that chance to show off your vampire abilities? She'd scare bigger kids off if they started messing with her trying to take her candy. This might not be her dad's type of day but,it was her's.

🦇: After getting the last of the candy she needed Nat was walking back to her dad's house when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning she saw Trevor dressed as a werewolf. Ah yes, the boy that both feared and had a crush on her. What did he want? "Are you heading in for the night? I have a TON of candy from the other neighborhoods!" Trevor would try reeeaally hard to be able to visit her house and see what they were hiding. He never knew she could turn half bat or full. Really he did think her getup was a costume and wasn't scared in the slightest..yet. Maybe just maybe she'd catch on to what he was insinuating and let him over for a candy trade like other kids did after getting hauls on Halloween.

She rolled her eyes at him and got close tipping his pillow case some looking in it. To her surprise he did have some good stuff. She hesitated with her response thinking a bit and a "sweet" smile came across her face. "How about you come over and we can talk candy..just candy." Nat had some plans to get back at him for being weird about her dad. It was almost like a puppy bark came out his mouth when he got the response he wanted. "Really!?" Nat held up a finger for him to shut up and nodded leading the way.

🦇: Getting to her house she unlocked the door and let him go in. Everything seemed normal for them being vampires. Trencil had a thing for cinnamon scents. The only thing he did like durning this time of year. Candles everywhere lit up. Made the place smell like one of those stores in the mall where you get clothes from. "Geez dad did you have to light so many?" She coughed and stood in her living room with a rather aggravated looking father staring back at them both.

"I brought him over. He has candy and I want to trade with him. Besides it's Halloween. A good time to have fun right?" She cocked an eyebrow at Trencil and he caught on almost instantly. Smiling back he knew what was coming and happy to help. "Of course~you two can come sit on the couch and count candy or whatever it is you wish to do. I'll be in the laundry room for a bit." Trevor on the other hand was a bit surprised how nice they were. He was sure his neck would've got bitten by now. Perhaps he was wrong? No, there were too many facts he had for him to be wrong.

"Okay you can have these if I get these two here." Nat placed some gum in his bag while taking two chocolate bars from him. "That seems like a fair deal" He said back. An hour had passed and it was time. Time to scare him. Nat saw her father checking in on them both seeing how the candy trade was going and nodded. Trencil knew his cue and like that he made the lights flicker some. This made Trevor look up and around. Turning his head back fast to Nat she was gone. He felt a chill go up his spine. Maybe trying to messing with them wasnt the best idea he had planned.

🦇: Scary dad and daughter time!

All that was going on actually had Trevor at a frightened state. "Haha...funny. Jokes over now you can come out." Oh they came out. Both dressed in a more older vampire attire, teeth sharp and showing off. Trevor went absolutely white and got up so fast heading towards the front door. "Don't you wanna stay for a while? You can join us for dinner." Both Nat and Trencil came towards him. He was screaming and finally got out running down the road forgetting his candy.

Nat started laughing. Watching him run down the road made her night. It made Trencil's too. Halloween wasn't all bad after all. "We should scare all of them next year." Was Trencil's response to whole ordeal. Nat nodded and closed the door going to the couch to munch on candy. "Halloween isn't my thing but, if that's all it takes to get certain kids from pestering during it I can get into the spirit I suppose." He chuckled to himself.

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pastellhunny · 5 years ago

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•Under the Red Sky•

Chapter 1. The Introduction

Alastor walked mindlessly down the side walk of a crimson world with an everlasting smile upon his lips. His golden yellow teeth sharp as razors always glaring at passerby's. With all the killing he could do Alastor found himself to be quite bored with things nothing that interesting has happened besides his normal day to day things like talking to Rosie and laughing about the other low life's flooding into hell. That's the thing though instead of evil and tormented petrified souls coming to the place they belong in they're getting fished out like side dishes at an all you can eat buffet. The yearly purge or "cleanse" as it's called due to overcrowding flushes out hundreds upon hundreds of demons every 666 days. Alastors smile stretched as he remembered that the all mighty god and his children orchestrate this event. "How pitiful" Alastor thought to himself. A God who destroys his own misbehaved children by having his well behaved children wipe them out of existence. Ironic maybe..

Alastors thoughts were interrupted by the sound of static and a female voice singing, an annoying sound to him at most, the tv static not the singing. Thanks to his "pal" Vox just hearing the incoherent noises a tv makes in it's void of connection makes him wretch. But still with a smile on his face he turned to the source. Almost instantly demons crowded around the class that guarded the tvs. A flicker of intrigue shined through the red demons florescent eyes as he looked on at the screens. A closer look was indeed needed as the princess of hell herself was beaming upon the screens. Alastor stepped forward his presence alone sent chills down the other demons spines as they swiftly moved away from the radio demon. On the screen the princess of hell seemed to have been promoting that new hotel that was built. yet she was singing about a "happy hotel?" Alastor laughed to himself, "What and absolute sham.." Yet Alastor couldn't shake the feeling of interest the young demoness sparked within him. He certainly couldn't resist after a quite hilarious fight broke out between the princess and one of the demon news reporters. "Oh what a nasty brawl wish i were there in person to see!" Alastor yet again laughed to himself, his mind was made up and his boredom seemed to be quenched, it had found its next source.

Charlie returned back to the hotel which in a sense was her home. Well especially since she lived there after all. After a sh!t show that was the news broadcasts only meant to promote he hotel she felt quite terrible. An overbearing feeling of dread filled her as she suspected her fathers words to be true. Vaggie and Angel were getting into it so charlie just slipped out the front door to make a quick call to her mother. Not that her mother would return it, it just felt nice to at least pretend like someone was listening to her.

Little did she know someone was listening to her. Alastor had arrived at just the right time to see a gleam of dispair shine through the usual happy and giddy princess. A side he figured lingered within her like everyone else but seeing a lady cry never made Alastor happy. Alastor stood proper and prim as he made his way over to the damsel in distress only to have her turn and shut the door on his nose as soon as he reached out to tap her on the shoulder.

Charlie walked back inside and closed the door but not a second later a knock came to the door with the sound of radio static outside. Charlie's eyes widened as she carefully reached for the and opened it to reveal a demon in a red suit and color scheme.

"Hell-" the door closed but charlie's opened it again to make sure what she saw was real.

"lo!-" she closed it again.

"Oh god." she said aloud to herself. She opened the door slowly this time and peered her head around it carefully.

"May i speak now?" the Radio demon said as his smile widened. His eyes lowered to her soft rosy cheeks. "what a sight" Alastor thought.

"Um you may but can i ask are you here to be redeemed?" Charlie asked with a glint of hope and a little smile on her face.

Alastor noticed this little smile it made his eyes soften for a moment before he went back to his usual demeanor. He opened the door with a burst of energy letting himself in. "HAHAHhaha, no ofcourse not my dear!"

Charlie was a bit bewildered, "Then why are you here? Please if you've come to mock me you can let yourself out i know you've probably seen the news anyway." Charlie said as she gestured towards the door with a bit of sadness in her voice.

"What? No ofcourse i don't want to mock you my dear! Why that show was quite entertaining and it's just what i was looking for!" Alastor beamed as he projected his voice enough for the other patrons, aka Angel and Vaggie, to hear.

"Oh yeah and what's that?" Charlie asked referring to what he was searching for.

"Why something to cure my boredom you devilish girl!~" Alastor said whilst spinning round charlie and ending with an arm around her shoulder and his face awfully close to hers

Charlie blushed at the sudden closeness and creeped her way back to her own little bubble. "So you're gonna help with the hotel just cause you're bored?"

"Precisely! Let's call this investment for my entertainment." Al said with a big showy smile on his face once again leaning down to meet charlie's gaze and popping her little personal bubble of space. "I want to watch the scum of the earth and all sinners alike climb the ladder of redemption only to fall back down in the firery pit of failure" Al finished with a red glow in his eyes along with an amused expression at the very thought of it.

"Um Yeah." Charlie brushes off nervously. Just then the other patrons, aka Vaggie and Angel come scurrying you're see who the new person was.

"Oh hey guys." Charlie said with a nervous smile as the tall red demon loomed over her and stared at the other patrons with a sickening smile.

"Oh charlie tell me you did not just make a deal with the radio demon!?" Vaggie blurred out as she drew her spear and pointed it at Al.

"No no relax Vaggie i didn't make any-"

"Unless you'd like to make a deal my dear!" Al quickly proposed as his brow furrowed and his smile widened.

"NO no no deals! Okay?" if charlie knew anything it was to not make any deals with a demon let alone the radio demon himself.

Angel piped in with a little giggle, "What? you scared of this guy. He looks like a strawberry pimp HA!"

Vaggie slapped Angel on one of his arms, "Show some respect he could kill us in the blink of an eye." she said quietly as she gritted her teeth.

A little rumble of static sifted its way through the air around Alastor not before stopping the moment Charlie turn to Al suspiciously.

"Okay so no deals but by the power and status invested in me i hear by ask you to stay and aid the hotel.. for as long as you'd like... and no tricks or voodoo magic or anything got it." Charlie finished as she eyed Alastor up and down.

"You have my word my dear." Al said with an unusually more sinister smile than before. Little did Charlie know his shadow had its claws crossed. Al stood confident as he forged an idea of what exactly he could obtain from this little adventure with the princess. His smile grew ever so widely, his pupils small he had somewhat of a deranged look in his eyes as he realized what he really wanted to do. He laughed to himself quietly as Vaggie and Charlie talked back and forth about their situation. "Those angels will get what they deserve and so will the big man upstairs." and with that thought Al stepped forward and swooped his arm around Charlie as he pulled her forward and away from Vaggie. "Now come my dear enough of this senseless bickering its time to do business!"

(So the rest just follows in suit to what happens in the pilot, like Alastor bringing Nifty and Husk into the whole ordeal.)(to note Charlie and Vaggie are not together in this au but still are really close friends)

A few weeks have passed since Alastor joined the gang. No other demon has showed up to the hotel other than to maybe throw food or make fun of the mere idea of the hotel. Funny thing is even if Alastor has no care for the cause he still scared the living daylights out of anyone trying to tarnesh the hotel and its name. On the outside could be mistaken for Alastors boredom getting the better of him, afterall demon hunting was a fun hobby of his. Yet perhaps it was something deeper than that that kept him around going out of his way to do things for the hotel. Besides what Alastor was plotting, the hotel was rather enjoyable especially when the princess would be around him. He did enjoy her company though and found himself to do things in her favor. Maybe just to please her to get closer to her and his goal or rather something else. Alastor shook away his thoughts when he saw the young princess scurrying around like a madman. "What is she up to?"

Al snuck up behind Charlie as she fumbled around with books looking to be some sort of old phone books.

"My dear may i ask what you're doing?" Alastor said whilst leaning over with a curious grin on his face.

Charlie jumped in surprise, "Oh god you scared me Al"

Al huh a new nickname for him but he didn't appose to the sudden change. He kinda liked how comfortable she was getting.

"I'm just uh sorting through some old phone books to see if i can rent out a place for the hotel" Charlie said as she flipped through pages.

"Space? Don't we have enough of that here! haha" Alastor joked while he spun and gestured to the wide open space of the main area.

"Yes but it's not preferable for dancing." Charlie laughed with a little smile.

A sudden radio blip crackled through Alastor.

Charlie thought to herself "Did that startled him?"

"Dancing? DANCING? Why my dear no need to waste money this room exact is perfect for a ball. Why i'll have this place ready in no time for you my dear-"

Charlie jumped up and put her arms on Als shoulder for just a second then retracted them a little out of fear but just to calm him down. "Hey, hey that's okay look i know we have plenty of room i just don't want the hotel trashed by people who don't even care about it."

Al noticed the sudden jerk of her arms when they retreated. Another blip cracked through him with a little static as he tilted his head to the side with a smile. For a moment Charlie mistook it for sadness in his smile but when she looked again it was gone and back to its normal sinister self.

Alastor hummed in response then took up a few books.

"Hey i need those?" Charlie said with a confused look on her face.

Angel who was passed out at the bar awoke to a giant book being slammed next to his face.

"AGHHHHHHH jeez what'd you do that for smiles?!" Angel cried as he jumped up from his nap.

"Hey you insulant porn star help Charlie look for a dance room or so help me." Alastor threatened as static loomed around him and radio cracks and blips seemed through but this was to no avail.

"Yes sir, i like it when you take charge~" Angel commented with a perverted joke as always and a wide smug smile present on his face.

Alastor pretended he didn't hear that and reluctantly went over to Vaggie. Him and Vaggie haven't gotten along in the slightest since his arrival at the hotel. He glared at her as he handed her the book, Vaggie sneered at him as she took the book from his grasp. And with that Al gave a book to both Husk and Nifty and had the whole hotel staff searching for a place.

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part 2 part 3

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untouched || chapter two

gif’s not mine!

pairings: alpha!thor/omega!reader, mainly, some thor/natasha and natasha/reader (friendship guys).

warnings: just a whole lot of fluff, thor acting as a father figure, mentions to arousal, but eh, nothing explicit, don’t need to worry about people behind ya! haha

a/n: i know. two fucking months to get this out. but life has been so so so messy and i got that writer’s block bad guys. it’s here though, i sincerely hope it was worth the wait!

word count: 7,8k+

song to this chapter: delicate by taylor swift

A gush of cool air ripples across the room, stirring Feisty awake yet again that morning, her achy body groaning in pain when she curled under the sheets, seeking warmth, gripping the pillow that still smelt like him. Petrichor strong in the back of her mouth. It soothed her, pinning her down to the room, bringing joy to her eyes.

Thor, unfortunately, was no longer there. He had left a little past five am and despite doing everything to keep quiet, Feisty jolted awake with the lack of him nestling her in his arms. The lack of his broad, strong chest pressed to her back, thick fingers swirling on the skin of her tummy that glowed bare. Something she never knew she wanted until she experienced it.

The whine she let out still pooled blood on the back of her neck, embarrassed of her actions. There were stories about the attachment of a new Omega to the Alpha of a pack, which often ended as soon as a new one joined the pack. A tinge of jealousy widens her eyes as she realised she didn’t want that to come to an end. Yes. It would be nice to not feel so heightened around him, as if he switches on a button inside her, lowering everything and yet keeping her running. But the way he made her feel protected? That she didn’t. She wished nothing but to sleep between his arms every night, hear the thrumming of his heart as he dozes off into sleep, snoring lightly.

After so long, more time than she would ever admit, she had had a decent night of sleep. Although the reminiscents of the prior day still made themselves very noticeable, Feisty felt somewhat relaxed. At peace.

Gazing over at a small clock on the wall, one that the woman failed to notice up until earlier that morning, she realised she still had a few minutes to just lie there. Soaked in her thoughts. She wished her mother could be here with her to instruct as to how to act with all these new things happening. All these experiences she hadn’t had before.

A low sigh escaped while she buried her face back on the pillow, closing her eyes and wondering to herself what would she do that day. Nat hadn’t given her a schedule or something like that, so she wasn’t sure if today they were going to go back to the mat and punch some more sandbags or do something else entirely. Perhaps Steve would steal her away to show the rest of the property like he promised he’d do the night before, at dinner.

The meal with the others was nice, they were welcoming and overall gentle with her, though Feisty was sure they were only doing what Thor must’ve told them to do. With Steve, however, it was just different. She could tell he genuinely wanted to talk to her, to listen as she went on about old grannies from the nursing home. It was oddly satisfying. Refreshing even.

Flipping onto her back, eyes still sealed shut, she allowed her mind to spin around his beauty. Maybe there was something in the water that made those wolves so absurdly beautiful. The blond hair swept to one side, sweet blue eyes shining when he spoke about his teen years, squared chin and a strong body that certainly put many of his fellow pack members to shame.

The ink and old parchment smell was easy on her nose, drawing her in. It wasn’t quite like Thor’s. Not even remotely close. Still, when he leaned in closer to whisper some joke on her ear, the odour made her feel at ease. Ugh. That house was a festival of scents that got Feisty feeling funny.

Sounds from the outside stole her attention away, the girl reassuring herself briefly that it was better not to focus on that. Men, Alphas, in particular, were nothing but trouble. At least, it was what she wanted to believe in.

Still putting her mind into the chirping birds sound, she stands up, heading to the bathroom to at least brush her teeth. This time nobody brought food to her bedroom, which meant she'd have to go to the kitchen herself. Not that she was expecting to be treated like that all the time, but the thought of people catching her making herself food made her nervous. Like she was stealing or something on those lines.

With a heavy sigh, she splashed water on her face, drying it swiftly with a fluffy towel by the sink. Glaring at herself in the mirror, Feisty huffed, noticing that she still had bags under her eyes regardless of sleeping well the night prior. It would take a lot more than two days to recover from all sleepless nights she's had.

Cleaning her teeth felt incredible and so did combing her hair up in a ponytail, deciding that she'd only shower after a good walk around the house. She slipped on a pair of black leggings and a pink tank top, shoving the pyjamas in the back of her wardrobe in a messy pile.

Feet in flip flops, Feisty went out to an empty corridor, taking careful steps towards the kitchen. Everyone was probably already up and about, nonetheless, there was still a lingering need to keep it quiet, sure to not bother any single living soul.

While she made her way downstairs, she noticed a few paintings hanging on the wall, from a long line of immeasurably gorgeous people. Women, men. Families even. This house was older than she thought it to be. At last, by the staircase, there was his picture. Blond hair pulled back, fair strands framing his handsome face still, a long beard, enough to have it braided, and eyes. Electric blue, so poorly depicted. A chill ran down her spine as she remembered it. It was art, in the literal sense of the word. It could’ve been the creative imagination of a painter if she hadn’t seen his beauty with her own eyes.

Only then it came down to her that this house, it had been passing on through the generations of the supreme Alphas. She was standing in the wooden ground where the most powerful wolves, ones that lead revolutions, had stood years and years before. It made her feel fuzzy. Actual history had happened within these very walls.

“I must say it’s not exactly my most endearing portrait.” A whiskey deep voice came from behind, Thor towering as he stood beside her. A surprised gasp slipping as she failed to notice him approaching. “How are you feeling today, little wolf?”

“Good,” She shrugs, “I was going downstairs to eat.”

“Wanda made pancakes today,” One heavy hand falls to her hip, guiding her down, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, of course!” Cocking a brow, she musters an act of unknown courage to joke, “Who in their right mind doesn’t?”

“Believe me, Bruce utterly hates it.” His laugh is light, melodic, it has Feisty unconsciously leaning towards him, a grin beaming on her face, “Come. I can tell you need food.”

As if it was agreeing with him, her stomach groaned, Feisty placing a hand over her tummy to muffle it. Thor simply chuckled, inching her closer to him, fingers going up so he could have an arm draped around her shoulder, a place she fit way too easily. He was warm, welcoming. Exactly like the bed she had left.

The kitchen was packed with a couple of toddlers. Morgan and Harvey were soundly asleep in a bassinet, tiny hands together. There were four more at the table, one little girl and three boys. She had to be about six years old and the most adorable kid Feisty had ever seen - freckles peppered her pale skin, a blazing red hair falling in soft locks and green eyes sparkling as she saw Wanda approach her with a plate stacked with pancakes. She sat at the left corner of the table.

Then there were the boys. The first one that caught her attention was the eldest of them, he couldn’t be more than eleven years old, he just had a childish gleam in his blue eyes. Thor’s eyes. That boy was his miniature. So alike it gave her goosebumps. Maybe it was his son? She looked up at him, silently quizzing. His eyes met hers with tenderness, easily figuring out what she wanted to know.

“That’s Vithar, my baby brother.” The said boy scowls, rolling his eyes and muttering a curse under his breath, “Manners!”

“You know I hate that name with all my strength, Thor.” He counters, snorting. “And who is she?”

“Don’t be rude, Vi,” A second boy elbows him. Brown eyes kind. He was probably the same age as Vithar, she presumes, “I’m Sam, by the way. And that’s Humphrey, but we just call him Freddie. He’s new around here. Nat told us your name is Feisty? Is that true? Because that’s such a cool name!”

Humphrey was pale and nervous. Feisty had to refrain the urge to wrap him in a hug, relating to him in some sort of way. She was a shy kid herself, always seeming about to cry. Probably why the other kids picked up at her so much when she went to a public school in her early years. Sam, on the other hand, was tall and confident, a bright smile forever resting on his thin lips.

“You boys so silly,” The little girl says, quirking brows at them whilst rolling her eyes, “I’m Rosie.”

“I, um-” Thor pats you on the shoulder, in hopes to comfort you with all that interaction with the kids, “Yeah, I suppose you can call me Feisty.”

“Cool!” Sam screeched, “You’re going to help Auntie Wanda out? You look so nice! I mean, I can tell why Mr Thor likes you so much.”

“He does?” Her ears get suddenly warm, the boy earning a stern look from his Alpha.

“Enough,” Wanda finally intervenes, “You’re all scaring her! You know, they have the most unspeakable energy but are actually pretty nice when you get to know,” Tugging Feisty into a hug, Wanda presses a quick kiss on her cheek. She smells like white lilies. Soft and sweet. “Good morning, sweetheart. Why don’t you take a seat? I can fix you scrambled eggs or some toasts, what do you want to eat?”

“No, please, don’t bother doing anything else. Just the pancakes are good.”

“Okay. Right. Well, there’s coffee on the coffee pot.” She directs a glare towards the man beside Feisty, “Will you stay with us, Boss?”

After a brief nod from him, she goes back to the stove, pouring more of the sticky batter into the frying pan so more pancakes could be made. By now, the kids had swooped all of them into their plates, soaking with maple syrup. She snickered at the sight, accepting gladly when Thor puts her sitting down on one of the chairs at the table, whispering that he’d fetch her some coffee.

She shrinks a bit in her seat, her gaze lost over the children, fumbling with her fingers as she waits for Thor to sit next to her again. Rosie’s eyes inspect the new girl closely, chewing her pancakes slowly, a pout growing on her lips, which draws Feisty's attention, who tilts her head at the girl, frightened that she was going to start crying any time soon.

A tall, white mug filled with coffee appears in front of her, a hand squeezing her shoulder fondly, stealing her attention away from Rosie. She looks up at him, his blue irises blown, pupils very little. There's nothing but unspoken care swimming there.

It spreads a thick wave of peacefulness through her, eyes suddenly growing heavy. Thor lets out a harsh breath, sitting beside her, one large hand going to her knee, refraining the urge to rub his cheek against hers and then bury his face in the crook of her neck. It wasn't fair that she smelt so good.

Wanda placed a plate filled with food, three fat pancakes, scrambled eggs in one corner and two slices of bread on the other. It's more food than she thinks she's able to eat, but, fork in hand, Feisty digs in, humming lowly to taste, so scrumptious and easy to swallow.

"Where's Nat?" It's nearly a mute question, focus on the half-eaten pancake in front of her. "I thought we were going to pick up where we left off…?"

"Natasha is busy," Shrugging off, Thor steals a bit of her eggs, shoving a full spoon into his mouth, "You'll be with me today. Hope you don't mind."

"No. Not at all."

Their little chat came to an abrupt end when the seven-year-old girl ran off of the table crying. Feisty's eyes widen in shock while Thor sighed, possibly already knowing what was going on. He presses his cheek lightly on hers, mumbling that he'd be right back, that she shouldn't worry.

Still quiet, she watches him leave, walking in large steps towards the girl, gripping her by one ankle and bringing her back to the kitchen, tears still staining the flushed cheeks. He was carrying Rosie like she was a bratty pup. Wanda leans against the countertop, glaring as Thor sits Rosie back on her chair. The boys are laughing at this point.

"Now, leaving the table like that, especially when we have guests, it's not nice, is it?" The tone is austere, but Thor looks soft as he speaks, "I'm sure that's not what auntie Wanda teaches you."

Her bottom lip quivers while she cries hard, sobbing childishly. Feisty grows concerned, worried that she might have done something without realising it.

“Show some respect and apologise to her, Rosie. She’s a friend and deserves to be treated nicely.”

"N-no, Uncle Thor," Crossing her little arms flush against her chest, she stares at him, bottom lip sticking out sweetly, "She's no friend. She's stealing you from me, that's not a friend."

A heavyweight falls upon her chest. So she was indeed responsible for that tantrum. There was no way she couldn't have known they were so close, not that it helped either way. She was overwhelmed with guilt, this was not the scenario she had in mind when joining them for breakfast.

"You're such a daddy's girl, Rosie," Sam rolls his eyes, mouth still full. It seemed like a normal day for them, "And he's not even your real dad."

"Rosie, I…" She's hesitant when speaking, bringing everybody's attention to her. Feisty feels her stomach swirl, "I'm not stealing him from you. He’s still your Uncle Thor."

"Liar!" Rosie cries and so do the sleeping babies. Wanda groans, easily allowing Thor to do the parenting while she grabs the bassinet, taking the infants to their nursing room. "You are here for only a day and my Uncle Thor is always with you! That's stealing."

"Okay, enough, Rosalie," Thor's features are grim now, he stands up in front of her, his size making her smaller than she was already, "You are not to treat anyone like that. I won't allow it."

"Thor, I, well, it's fine," Feisty voices weakly, "Don't treat her like her, I can leave. It's not a problem."

"No, little wolf." With a short wave, he dismisses her attempt to leave, so she sits back, complying, "Rosalie, she needs our help, okay? Look at your brothers, they've all welcomed her nicely, you're always so proud to be as grown-up as them, and, still, you're acting like a spoilt brat I know you’re not."

"But Uncle Thor…" It breaks the woman's heart to see that little girl crying, instincts haywire to protect and care for her, "I-I miss you vewy much and 'm jealous of Feisty, she has you a lot."

Taken aback by her words, his face softens as he falls back to his knees, eyes meeting hers filled with tenderness. One of Thor's hands cradles Rosie's cheek, big enough to cover her whole face, one thumb circling soothingly her red chubby cheek, wiping away the tears. Feisty watches everything quietly, her heart melting upon beholding the way he treats her. The awareness of how great of a father he'd be ignites something inside her, something she has to fight it off to keep herself grounded.

Before Feisty can even consider her steps, she stands beside the magnificent Alpha, her hand seeming small when it gripped his shoulder. The boys were watching with weary eyes, though what really gets her is the warm blue, a grin pulling those pink lips up.

"Rosie" The little girl is fierce when she looks at the new Omega. She envies her strength. Despite her youth, Feisty could smell she'd be an Alpha. "Listen,"

Rosie hums, exchanging a glare with Thor, who nods, signalling for her to pay attention. Then blazing green stares at the woman, chin up like she's about to defend herself.

"I am not here to steal anyone," There's hope a reassuring smile is bright on her face. "You're still his favourite girl. You'll always be, okay?"

"B-but-" Stammering, tears well up in her eyes. "Do you pwomise?" It sounds so sweet all she manages to do is shoot a smile at the child, nodding, "Am sowwy, Feisty. You are pwetty nice."

"I told you she was, my sweet girl," Thor winks at her, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek, her cheerful laughter making everybody smile. "And I'll make sure to be around more often."

"That is great. Now we'll have a watch." Vithar complains, being the first to discard his dishes in the sink. "Way to go, Rosalie."

"You talk like we're doing something wrong."

"Sam, haven't you realised by now that Thor always finds something wrong in the things I do?"

"You are so dramatic, Vithar."

A rough hand intertwines with Feisty's, an amusement gleam in Thor's face as he hears his brother's banter. She giggles too, lowering her head and taking some time to inspect their smells. It was a habit she developed whilst growing up. It’s still child-like, so they hadn't reached their first rut just yet, which was funny to realise, because, with Rosalie, Feisty could just tell she'd be an Alpha. A powerful one and she was further from them to have it decided. With the boys, nonetheless, it was still blurry, undefined. Even Thor's brother.

There's uncertainty in her face, but she quickly shrugs it off. It's not unusual. Nothing she should be worrying about. A lingering, tepid touch sneaks up her arm, snapping her out of the thoughts, Thor nudges her to go back to the unfinished plate and half-filled mug. He whispers something like she's going to need the energy for later.

Both Sam and Freddie go over to the sink, standing beside each side of Vithar. The three boys start cleaning the dishes, mumbling to themselves things Feisty doesn’t bother to catch. She stuffs eggs between two pieces of bread, eating some more, her stomach stretching with the delicious, full meal.

Rosie's puffy eyes slowly fade away as she goes back to the syrupy pancakes, humming in satisfaction.

"Is Maggie up for a ride today, Vi?" Thor's booming voice fills the room, alongside the banging of plates. They are nearly done cleaning them, "I only checked up on Stormbreaker, but you know he's not with the rest, so I didn’t see her at all."

"I do, yeah, but I honestly have no clue. Clint has been using Maggie to teach Rosie, but that was a few days ago." He stares at the little girl. "Which reminds me, tomorrow is your day, miss."

"I know."

"Also, that’s kind of Peter’s responsibility, Thor.”

"Vithar, how many times will I have to tell you that when I'm not here, you're the one supposed to watch over the others? Anything that happens in this house is your responsibility." Electric blue eyes fly back to Thor, pink bottom lip puckered. His baby brother looks like he's been told nonsense, "Now, little wolf, are you good? Do you want more food?"

"I'm good."

"Then we should get going."

With a nod, sipping on her mug to end the coffee she still had left, Feisty gets back up, collecting the things she used so she could wash them quickly. Thor snorts, taking them away only to pile them up with the rest, earning a dreadful glare from his baby brother.

Feisty sees herself refraining a laugh. She never had any siblings, so it was nice and new to see those sort of interactions. A large hand tugs her hip, guiding her out to meet a rather sunny, warm day. White, fluffy clouds peppered across the blue sky. It never ceases to amaze her.

Thor is quiet, softly pulling her to follow him. He doesn't feel like letting go of her, although he knows she can follow him. The silky of her skin feels comforting under his fingertips, a pungent smell of relaxation coming from her. It's good on his nose, good on him.

The walk comes to halt when they reach a beautiful stable. Strong, wild horses running freely across a green field, only a wooden fence keeping them contained. A little giggle slips as she sees them play together, groomed and well taken care of.

As a child, she never had the opportunity to do these things. It was all far too complicated, there was no time to be a kid with a father like hers, despite all of her mother's efforts to make sure she had a nice childhood.

"Do you like horses?" He questions, palm flush with the small of her back as he leads her towards a small door, ducking when following her inside.

"Um, I'm not sure. I didn't-" Feisty purses her lips in a polite smile, "-I didn't have any animals. My father didn't allow them."

"Oh" There's a shade of sadness beneath his voice whilst he reached for two pairs of boots stored above the wardrobe. It smelt like dust when he dropped them on the floor, "You'll need that, flip flops aren’t exactly nice footwear for riding. It belonged to Natasha, I figure you two have the same size."

“Won’t she be bothered?”

“No, I don’t think she will. She hasn’t ridden in years.”

"I see. She doesn’t like it now, does she?"

Thor shakes his head briefly, bending to undo the ties on his brown leather boots, he is quick to replace them with the rubber ones, smirking at Feisty once he's back on his feet. It makes her stomach do a spin, the way the blue in his eyes sparkled electrifying something inside her. It's so strong she sees herself looking away, cheeks warm.

Kicking the flip flops away, she tries out Natasha's shoes, surprised that they fit her nicely. He stands beside her, gripping one of her arms, the flesh soft under his rough fingertips. Thor feels at ease when he touches her and it scares him. This, all of it, it's too much too soon. But she doesn't push him away, all she does is stare at him, curious.

They both remain silent as they move to the gate that meets the place where the horses are running up and about. There's riding gear piled up on a dusty table. The whole place looks like it needed a thorough cleaning.

Before Thor gets to instruct her to stay back while he deals with them, a buzz on his phone disturbs the bubble he's in. It near insanity how she can just make him forget there are other duties he needs to focus on.

He grunts annoyed.

"Wait here, okay, little wolf?" There's a slight pressure of his cheek on her temple, his beard itching her skin in nicely, "I'll be right back."

Feisty barely makes a nod, a spasm on her lower tummy almost urging a whimper out. The petrichor lingers when he leaves, her lips parted in a shallow breath. It's embarrassing how he can affect her so much with such small actions.

In the first minutes, she just stands there, hands clasped together, shifting the weight between her legs. Though she knows she doesn't have to be frightened to explore, the years of getting scolded by her father for being curious get her restrained. At first.

On the opposite side of where the Alpha had escaped to the outside, there's another door. It instantly lights up her curiosity, so there's no time to hold back the footsteps that lead to opening it, finding a comfortable room in which an absolutely gorgeous horse sleeps. Its fur glimmers in the dim light, pitch black. What indeed draws her attention, however, it's the size. That animal is at least twice the size of the rest!

It had to belong to him. A majestic ride fit for royalty such as Thor. She walks softly towards him, being careful to fall to her knees, the horse suddenly awake and confused to the unknown presence. He stands up way too fast, startling her and affecting her balance, she falls to the hay covered ground.

A low chuckle slips as she looks up at the animal, mumbling under her breath a nasty word. He watches her with daring eyes, black as the night, like he's questioning whether she will or not try to do something to him.

The Omega props herself up on her knees again, moving towards him just enough to pet his nose. It feels wet against her hand, she's glad he lets her touch him. His fur is soft as she goes further up his nose.

"You had me worried for a minute there, little wolf," Thor leans against the door's threshold, thick arms crossed, "Stormbreaker isn't nice to strangers, I'm glad he hasn't done anything, but you should've been more careful."

"Oh" Guilt sinks in as he helps her up, "I'm sorry. I just- I'm really sorry."

His smile is soft and tender, one large hand wrapping around her wrist to pull her back out. The horse follows them promptly.

"I was worried, that's all. You shouldn't be wandering off alone."

She nods then, remaining silent and constraining herself to just watch him gather the necessary gear. Thor is taken aback by the scared, saddened way she acts and looks at him. He drops what's in his hands to swoop her in his arms, bent to rub his cheek on hers.

There's a smooth noise coming from her chest as she closes her eyes. Scenting it's not unusual between Alphas and Omegas, although it's normally done after they have mated. Either way, Feisty holds no strength to fight back to the easiness the gentle bristle of his beard against her temple gives.

A deep rumble shakes his chest when she places her hand there, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers feel like pure fire marking his skin, burning every bit she touched. Thor couldn't shake away that all of it was insane. Yet so delicate. That pure Omega in his arms brought out all of the animalistic instincts he tried so hard to shove inside the pit of his being.

"Don't feel like I'm giving you orders," It comes out as a whisper, his voice pitching lower than usual, "I want to keep you safe, little wolf."

Feisty lets out a little grunt, clinging to him, standing on her tiptoes to get hold of his neck. It's heady, addictive. And day after day it feels like it's growing stronger on her when it should be fading away.

"When…" The words die on her lips, his thick arms lightly holding her up, bodies glued together, "Never mind."

There's a wrinkle between his eyebrows, blue eyes curious.

"What is it?"

"It's embarrassing."

"I thought you weren't shy when I was around," His laugh is warm, it makes her smile absent-minded, "When what happens?"

"I know this-" She points to the two of them, "-I know it's because I'm new. But I, well, you make me feel safe, Thor. I don't want that to end."

"I'll always protect you, little wolf. As long as you need me to." Thor squeezes her further in his arms, "This isn't about being new or not. It's my duty."

"Sleeping with me is not your duty," Feisty brings up, blood warming her face as she feels shame settle in, "Is it selfish of me to not want to share that?"

Her body slides against his as he lets her back down, despite not breaking the skin contact so soon. Thor isn’t sure what to do. What to say. He doesn’t feel like sharing that bond either. It doesn’t matter that it was new, that it was way too rushed. Her presence felt better than any of the other Omegas that had tried to sneak their way into his arms. None had the sweet, flowery-like smell that put him through his paces like she did. Plus, the thought of another Alpha laying hands on her, well, it made him way past angry. It was wrath. Fury. A predatory instinct that had frightened him from the very first moment.

Thor’s nose trails up along her cheek, smooth lips pressing a kiss on her cheekbone.

“No” It’s low, filled with something neither of them can pinpoint, “Because I don’t want to share this either. Don't wanna' share you.”

A gasp escapes as he tightens the grip on her waistline, only to finally let her go, regardless of dreading the idea. He picks up the riding gear, Stormbreaker glaring at him with judgy eyes, which makes him roll his. That horse sometimes felt like an actual human person.

Feisty approaches him again, her chubby, child-like hands running along with the jet black horsehair. Stormbreaker neighs, leaning towards her to get her to scratch his ears, bringing a laugh out of the woman. A sound that makes Thor sway on his steps. He'd heard her giggle, seen her smile, but an actual laugh, it was the first time.

If it was even possible, that makes him even more aware of his craving for her. No. Sharing that intimacy with somebody else was not an option for him.

"I was going to get Maggie for you," He says, fastening the girth to secure the saddle on his horse, a bright blue saddle blanket underneath the leather seat, "But since he's taken a liking for you, I don't mind you riding him."

"Isn't he too big for me?" Uncertainty soaks up her question, "What if I fall off?"

"Don't worry, Stormbreaker is a nice horse-" Thor is cut off by a loud neigh, a booming laugh following, "-See? It'll be fine."

"Okay," She smirks patting the majestic animal again, "Go easy on me, alright?" It comes off as a secret between her and Stormbreaker, the Alpha gazes at that amused. Feisty certainly belongs to that place, "How do I, um, get up there?"

"Here, let me help you."

With a quick instruction to place her left foot in the stirrup, Thor helps her up to settle on top of his horse, her shaky fingers barely grasping the reins to remain in place. This is going to be fun, he thinks as he watches her finally find balance. He doesn’t want to admit out loud, but on those thin leggings, boots and all perched up on his horse, he’s never seen someone so gorgeous.

The soothing words he mumbles, whilst they go out, give Feisty a sense of protection. There is no doubt he’ll watch her and care for her. For once, she doesn’t feel vulnerable in that position, it actually imbues her with a sense of bravery she always lacked. Feels good, reassuring, so a grin takes up, hips wavering to the slow stride the horse is taking.

It’s not before they reach an empty field, far from where the other horses were, that he stops, giving back the reins to her so she could be the lead.

“It’s quite simple” Thor discloses, blue all blown out in those eyes. Feisty couldn’t remember seeing that colour before, it made her all wobbly and warm inside, “One tug at his belly, he’ll walk, two, he runs. If you want him to stop, pull back the reins gently.”

Feisty nods in agreement. Indeed quite simple.

He crosses his strong arms against his chest, a smile encouraging her to start, which she doesn’t do right away, opting for a big deep breath instead. Then, Feisty looks back at him, admiring for a second his unique beauty, the way his hair falls on his shoulders and how the skin glimmers under the bright sun, a peach shade of pink covering the skin of his cheeks.

“Thor?”

“Yes, little wolf?”

“Will you be watching me?”

There’s a shift in his breath and he pierces his stare at her, giving one short nod.

“Yes, now go!” He urges, giving one last squeeze to her hand, “I’ll be right here, watching you.”

As she finally goes off, steadily controlling Stormbreaker as if she had done that many times before. Thor can’t help but drift off into his thoughts, spiralling around the sweet scent she lets off. Two days. It was insane. He had been with Jane for far more than that and she never quite got to him like that. Not in the same way, at least.

Doomed. That’s what he was. And when Natasha finds out, she’d be sure to break his nose yet anew.

Grey, heavy clouds started to gather up as the hours went on, a thunderstorm ever so close from pouring down. It drives him to whistle so his horse returns with the lovely Omega atop him. The lesson ending a little earlier than he had planned. Being fairly honest, he’d have to find something else to teach her, she was just a natural at horse riding. If she hadn’t told him she never ridden one before, Thor would be sure to say she grew up riding one.

Stormbreaker came back trotting at full speed, Feisty bouncing above him, legs tight around his stomach. There was an easy smile shimmering on her face, something that bubbled up Thor’s insides, a proud smirk as he welcomed her back, arms stretched out to help her come down to the ground, which she did as soon as she stopped, gently tugging the reins.

There was a playful giggle when she jumped into his embrace.

“You’re in a good mood today, little wolf.”

Her arms are clasped around his neck, eyes pierced to his for a split second.

“Should I not be?”

While she slips down and stands back up on his feet, he snorts, like he’s been told gibberish.

“Yes. Of course you should.” Thor mumbles, his gaze analytical when noticing a slight tinge of pain on her steps back inside the stable. “Are you okay? Do you need some medicine?”

“I am fine,” Her voice goes back to the shy, low tone. As if the memory of whom she really is sinks back in, the fleeting moment of wilderness over, “I really am.”

“If you say so.”

With a shrug, he drags Stormbreaker back inside, careful when removing the saddle, the saddle blanket and the reins. His big hands stroking its neck for a moment, murmuring something Feisty couldn’t quite make out. Despite not knowing what he’s saying, the Omega can’t help but find the interaction sweet. It was definitely a side of a supreme Alpha she wasn’t expecting to see.

As an infant, all she heard was that they were ruthless, cruel. Never measuring the consequences when deciding to strike. Thor, on the other hand, was gentle. Sure, that scent coming from him warned her that he was powerful, dangerous even, nonetheless, reminiscing on how he dealt the Rosalie situation, how he watched over his baby brother and how… How he nurtured herself. It strayed far from that definition.

Sitting down on the sand-covered floor to remove the rubber boots, she once more thinks about her new life under his care. It way past what she thought she deserved. But after the second day, being there was starting to grow roots within her, which was a completely foreign sensation to an abandoned Omega such as Feisty.

“It’s almost lunchtime,” A deep voice comes from above, hands sneaking under her arms and lifting her, a squeal escaping from her while he does so, “Are you hungry? I don’t know if you’ll eat what Wanda cooks today.”

She scoffs, dumbfounded that he’d think such a thing. Thor glares at the Omega in confusion, one brow cocked.

“I spent days without any food, Thor... Whatever she cooks, it'll feel like heaven to me,” His fingers greedily take hers, feeling them cold under his touch, “Don’t pity me, please.”

“I’m not," Sighing, he pulls her deeper into his embrace, guiding them both out, the wind stinging, a lot rougher than before, “There’s so much I still don’t know about you.”

Feisty smacks at her lips, unsure of what to answer. Embarrassed that there wasn’t much to tell, self-conscious about what he’d think once he knew she was nothing but a mutt. It wasn’t something she gave a lot of attention to, however, when it came to him, there was this need to impress, to show herself off. This… She didn’t understand. Didn’t want to.

They start walking back to the house, her mind swirling around what to reply.

“And what is it you want to know?” It’s shaky and unsure when she finally speaks, “There isn’t much to know about me.”

There’s an abiding moment of silence, the tugging of his thick arm around her growing tighter. He doesn’t quite know where to begin, wishing nothing but to dive deep into her memories, into her niceness. Thor enjoyed the quietness she gave him, how he could be entirely silent and she’d respect his space, never urging words, never urging a stance. It made a whole lot easier to be around her.

Slightly pressing his nose to her temple, a fainting soap smell mixing with her natural one coming off of it. Inwardly, he wondered if he would ever grow tired of it. If the effect she had over him would weaken with time. Feisty looks up at him then, questioningly, half a smile on her lips. Right then, he feels a tightening sensation on his lower abdomen, an awareness that, by that simple act, she had answered his silent question.

No. He wouldn’t.

“I’m curious about you too,” She as much as whispers, distressed at his sudden silence, “If I can, I mean.”

A puff escapes, his plump lips finally pressing her face, a peck on the cheek, not more than that. He mouths a yes against her skin, anything, little wolf. And that alone brings goosebumps to crawl all over, a secretive gasp falling. Feisty feels the shift in the air, the way Thor reacts to her sounds coming off too strong. She can taste his need.

There's a subtle recoil on her shoulders, eyes growing heavy. It was nowhere near what it had been the day before, when she was left a heaving mess, yet, powerful enough for her to feel drawn to him.

“Is it too much?”

“Not too much,” A giggle slips as she hides her face on his chest, by now they were almost home, visible to people, “but I figure it's better to keep a little distance, I don't want people to think-"

“Think what, little wolf?”

“That I, um-”

The moment was suddenly over when, the exact minute they walked into the porch, little arms wrapped themselves around Thor’s legs, Rosalie much too excited to see him again to not throw herself against him. He smiled, quickly breaking the contact from Feisty to perch the girl on his hip, a childish grin on her cute face, dimples deep into her cheeks. The Omega couldn’t stifle the grin in pure glee that followed.

"Hi, sweetheart" He presses his lips to her head, ever so fondly, "Are you okay?"

"Yes" Rosie snickers, green eyes turning to Feisty, "You liked Maggie? She’s a lil’ nowty with stwangers.”

"Oh really?"

Rosie nods, nosing Thor's cheek fondly, "She's a nice horsie, though my favourite is Stormbweaka,” The child scowls at the word, “Stormy, Uncle Thor’s horsie.”

"He's beautiful indeed," She agrees, still sustaining the smile. It feels so painfully domestic, a child on his arms, the way he sneaks a glare towards her… Feisty finds herself fighting off the urge to lean towards him, fighting his strong magnetic field, "Have you ever ridden him?"

"No," A pout grows on her little face, "Uncle Thor says he's too big for me."

"He is," Thor chimes in, putting her back down, one hand grasping hers and the other on Feisty's shoulder, urging both of them inside, where they met a delicious smell of food being cooked, "If you were to fall off of him…"

"I'm a big girl!"

There's a booming laugh, "Even big girls get hurt, Rosie," A large hand strokes her much smaller cheek, the two exchanging a swift gaze, "Now go, wash your hands so you can have lunch."

"They're clean!" She cried.

"Rosalie…"

Before the girl disappears into the hall, possibly heading to the bathroom as she was instructed, Feisty is still able to hear a whispered “fine”. It makes both her and Thor laugh, her eyes quickly darting to him, staring a little bit too obviously - today she just didn’t seem like she could prevent herself from it. Nor contain the way her imagination ignites a fire inside her, going on and on about how smooth his skin felt under her touch.

There’s no hiding those emotions from him, a sweet flavoured infatuation stealing a grunt from the Alpha.

“It’s not polite to stare, little wolf,” In no time she feels the piercing blue onto her, shame drilling into her brain and forcing her gaze down, “No, no. No need for that, it was a stupid joke.”

“I’m-, I know I’m crossing boundaries, I-”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” A rumbling shake his chest, “God knows I want to stare at you all day long.”

“Why?” Bottom lip quivering, she shoots subtle look towards the Alpha, “I know why I want to stare at you, but me? I’m not really that special.”

“Don’t say that,” Thor frowns, nearing her slowly, “You really don’t know what your scent does to me, do you?”

Feisty gasps, shaking her head weakly as he finally holds both her hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing the knuckles with an adoration. She was so astonishingly delicate, regardless of all the bad situations she must’ve endured - such a stark contrast to him. Thor could tell she was starved of all that human interaction.

They stay like that for a little longer, not minding the fact they were standing in the middle of the hallway, that anybody could see them. A thick bubble surrounding them that was only broken when Natasha runs inside, almost bumping into them, quickly endorsing them to split, essentially ending the mood that enveloped the pair. Feisty swallows dryly, diverting her glaring to the red hair.

There’s nothing but plain uncertainty on her face, the smell of fear and anxiety easily stealing Thor’s attention. It was probably related to the business that had kept her away all morning, the Omega presumes, and, by the looks of it, whatever it was, she didn’t bring good news about it.

“What happened? Are you okay?” His voice dropped a tone, eyes wide, “Natasha...”

“I’m fine,” Nat’s voice doesn’t mirror what she says, trembling, “It’s just… They almost saw me, Boss. I almost ruined everything.”

“Breathe, Natasha, they didn’t see you after all, did they?”

She denies with a head shake, “Brunhilde helped me.”

“You talked to her?”

“Yes, she says she’s down to help us, with a price. Honestly, the things she told me...” Suddenly, as if only then she was realising they were in company, her speech comes to pause, glaring at the Omega slightly behind where both her and Thor stood, “Hey, sweetie,” Feisty gains a sympathetic smile from the red hair, “Look Boss, I can’t discuss it all here, it’s just not safe.”

“She won’t tell anybody,” He counters, “Will you, little wolf?”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust her,” Natasha shrugs, inhaling deeply, “We just need to gather everyone and-”

“So you did find out something,” It wasn’t a question.

The air started to thicken, Thor’s anger boiling and stretching to the three people that. His reaction brought an itching curiosity to rest annoyingly at the back of Feisty’s brain; she wanted to understand what affected him so much, as if it was her responsibility to soothe him, to make him calmer. Possibly why she reached for his hand, noticing him go tense before melting to her touch.

“Yeah,” Nat nods, slowly gathering her emotions, “It’s far more complicated than we thought it’d be. I-I, damn. I don’t know what we can do.”

“Just,” Squeezing the hand intertwined with his, the Alpha tries to unclench his jaw, he needed to keep himself grounded, for the sake of everyone, “Calm down. Nobody saw you,”

“No, of course not.”

“Then we still have time to figure things out,” Caringly, he pats his friend on the shoulder, "I suggest you go rest and later we will discuss everything."

"Are you sure?"

Admiration seeps from Feisty's eyes, the firm way he nods and reassures Natasha, the way he leads. It's mesmerising, despite her just then realising there was trouble looming over the pack. Perhaps, and this got her feeling sick, it was her fault, maybe a witch placed a curse so troubles followed where she went.

The strong figure of a man towering her senses the troubles nagging her. This time he doesn't push the itch on his lower abdomen back, just tugging the woman to his arms, noticing how she complies gladly, finding the place that appeared made especially to fit her. More than ever, Thor feels the insane will to protect her, like a secret.

"Do you want to go somewhere?"

"I think-" Warmth reaches her cheeks, "Um, I should be asking you that."

A quick, low laugh slips as he murmurs for her to follow him, guiding her outside, towards the big garage where several cars were parked. She gawks in awe at all of them, walking behind him until they stop in front of a sports one - Feisty was nearly sure that was a Porsche, but she didn't know enough about cars to risk it.

They don't talk, it's not necessary. One large hand settles on her knee whilst he starts the car. Feisty feels odd - she hadn't felt this energy before him, like pure lightning coursing through her veins when he touched her. Either way, it didn't stop her from craving more. To soak up every bit of care he was willing to give her.

Neither needed saving, but both wanted to run away from everything.

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the ones in italics i couldn’t tag for some reason!

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peepingtoad · 4 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / 50-50 (There’s a lot of love and a lot of hate, but I think many are actually pretty neutral on him too!)

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / 50-50 (I’d say he may be an... acquired taste? Of course a lot of people I know here find him sexie so it’s hard to say for certain, heh. We may just be the weirdos of the fandom :P )

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO

Are they underrated? YES / NO (Not in terms of ability, but underrated for just how complex and multi-layered he is, I’d say)

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO /

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL (I honestly think he’s a man of many reputations, both in canon and in fandom :’D)

How strictly do you follow canon? — I’m very much a ‘use the bones of what we got in canon and do my best to flesh them out’ kinda roleplayer. There are some things that can be taken too easily at face value that I see fit to build upon. For example, I think Jiraiya’s feelings on the prophecy and his relationship with Konoha is something that could be too easily played off as simplistic, or like they were immovable constants. But that’s unrealistic for a man of his years and many experiences, so I try to put myself in his emotional setting at various points in his life, and trace how his feelings and behaviours change, if that makes sense?

I try to avoid saying that any of the writing was straight up wrong because it’s disrespectful to the creator. But especially for Jiraiya, who had such a significant role to play in the narrative that it sometimes took precedence over his actual character, I do find some of his actions, and the way some interactions were handled in the canon to be a little OOC... so I’ll work with it and try to spin it in a way that I feel fits how he was characterised.

Basically, I’d say that I follow canon, but I like to enrich it in areas that were lacking detail or a nuanced view that took in all the surrounding events of the time. After Jiraiya’s canon death, of course, that’s when more divergence comes in to my portrayal... otherwise I wouldn’t be able to play any post-war scenarios! But the essence of his character is the same, which I try to keep as close to canon as possible.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — A man of many experiences! You can bet that any topic that comes up, he’ll have some sort of amusing anecdote to share, or be able simply to talk shit about it. He's seen so much, and has a sensitive soul enough that he’ll give anyone a chance; he’s very open-minded and non-judgemental, and honestly is a humanitarian that wants to help those in need. Might leave your muse a little baffled as to how he could hold the status of ‘legend’, only to show it when they least expect it. You never quite know what you’re going to get with him: he’s generous and selfless, yet has many vices that seem selfish at times; he’s both a lover and a fearsome fighter; he’s immensely resilient at the same time as incredibly vulerable and damaged; he’s a himbo and a bit of a jock with the soul of a poet. Love him with no restraint and invite his love in return, and you’ll get not only a lover, but a devotee. Wears his heart on his sleeve... or does he? Chip away at him and find out!

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — The pervy, flirty, jokey schtick could get grating, or come across as disingenuous. In romantic situations, he’ll keep quiet about putting a label on whatever it is, and beneath his overall sweetness and devotion there may be an underlying reek of commitment issues and a fear of admitting he is afraid. He also has a habit of deflecting negativity in general, and playing things off as if they don’t matter or they’re a joke, making him actually rather a difficult person to get to know the heart of. One might feel as if they’re getting nowhere with him...

... Either that, or they get the complete opposite. Yes, as equally as he can be guarded, he can overshare like crazy, and has a tendency to become codependent with those he gets attached to, which is inconsistent with his free-spirited nature, and how adept he is at keeping others at arm’s length from his less sunny side. This inconsistency might make him seem unreliable—if the fact he’s always off who-knows-where doesn’t do the trick already.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — I’ve been a big fan of the Sannin ever since I first read the Deadlock, but being a very young person at the time I perhaps couldn’t relate enough to people who had experienced so much to do them justice in my teenage fic-writing endeavours, so I remained on the sidelines enjoying content by other people (there may also have been a little bit of ‘what the fuck, why do I dig the old dude so much’ denial in there haha). I’ve picked up and dropped my obsession with the series several times over the years, and my love for those three seemed to grow each time. They really are ‘the lost generation’, and as the sole survivors—alongside having a huge impact on the plot, how the shinobi world is shaped, and the three main protagonists—there’s a lot of juicy material there, a lot of emotional background, along with decades of history that basically goes untapped in the canon.

Anyway, I digress. Coming to the Naruto RPC for the first time around this time 2 years ago at the age of 25, I made this blog and my Deidara one on a whim, but focused on the latter at first. Villains were always comfortable territory for me in my other RP experiences, and I think it made me doubt that I could possibly do someone who is frankly a lovely guy any justice, no matter how much I loved him. I even had the intention of making him fully Akatsuki/Missing-Nin AU at first. Yeah. That’s how stuck in my villain/anti-hero zone I was! But, I think in the end, the fact he actually isn’t a two-dimensional typical ‘hero’ was something I chewed over and realised would be incredibly enriching to write, worth stepping out of my comfort zone for. And being a little more mature and less angst-ridden myself by that point, I found I could resonate with his feelings and ideals in a way that I know I couldn’t have as a teen... but I was still tentative.

Anyway, after leaving his blog empty for a bit (with its placeholder URL ‘frogdaddy’, which sadly got hoarded by someone else), I cosplayed the old bastard, along with my partner as Orochimaru. We’d been stanning that particular ship and talking about how great the Sannin are in general for quite some time by that point, but being casually in character for fun while drunk off my tits at a boat party, was a bit of an epiphanic moment. Not long after that, I threw myself right into writing this chaotic-good old bastard with gusto, and here I still am :’)

What keeps your inspiration going? — Taking breaks to recharge as and when I need to. Seriously. The death of all my other blogs has been pressure (mostly from myself) to be there and force myself to put out regular content, so I went into this not thinking that way and it’s really helped!

Of course, there’s also the fact that there simply seems to be no shortage of areas I can delve into with this guy. Again, it’s his age and all the missing years in canon... but I think it’s also how much love he has and his genuine eagerness to engage with others that makes him one of the most naturally bountiful muses I’ve played. Because honestly? Most of my villain muses wanted people to just fuck off :’D this guy is open to everything.

That aside, I guess I just gel with him more than I ever expected to. I’ve changed a lot as a person and gained more confidence since various areas of my life got better, and I really just vibed with this chill, funny, romantic, pervy, big-hearted energy. I enjoy angst, but my real love is peppering the serious and heartbreaking with romance and comedy—and isn’t that just befitting of him? Writing through his eyes also helps to keep my outlook positive, so that keeps me stuck on him as much as the seemingly limitless content potential.

And this is without even going into my cross-fandom AU ideas I have on the back-burner. Honestly, they’re there but I want to put a real effort into them while keeping his essence the same, which for some, involves brushing up on my lore!

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO / RARELY. (depends on whether I get a flash of inspiration—which mostly comes with random asks that happen to stir up an idea for a scene, such as this one (NSFW warning))

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / 50-50 /NO. (I tend not to take things personally but am also very passionate—call it my innate Leo-ness!)

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — Hmmm. I haven’t actually had any critique on my portrayal, so I’m not sure haha! I’d say if it’s constructive, then I’ll take it into account and consider it, especially if it’s a case where it helps me realise I’ve perhaps not gotten across what I intended to very well. But I’m also quite fond of my portrayal in its essence, so I may end up just thanking the person for their opinion and carry on as usual :P

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — Absolutely! I’ve had some wonderful ones recently and it’s exactly the kick I need to get ideas out, some of which I’ve had on the back-burner but not had a framework within which to write it without it getting derailed. I definitely appreciate a question that will keep me at least a little on-topic, otherwise if I go off on my own volition I really tend to... well, go off! Even if a question is a similar topic to something I’ve already done, it’s a good exercise for me to go back to the similar headcanon and see if I can build further on it, deviate, and link it to show what past thoughts I’ve been working with. A great way of keeping some consistency in my portrayal while making improvements, I find! And then of course I’ve had some questions that are entirely new morsels for thought, and it leads me to something new and fresh, which I greatly appreciate.

Basically, any questions at all, fire away! I may take a while but I will get to them eventually!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — Yeah. I mean I think it’s just polite to present a reason as to why not, instead of just being like ‘this is wrong/a bad take’ or whatever. Source material is down to personal interpretation, so if I draw different ideas from it to another person after discussion, then we can simply agree to disagree on it.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — They are welcome to disagree with me I guess? So long as they’re respectful and don’t then treat me as if my interpretation is ‘AU’ or talk about ‘canon Jiraiya’ as if he’s obviously a different entity to my own, then disagree away. But if prompted enough, know that I will most likely defend my portrayal with what I consider to be justification from the source material :P I did pay close attention to it, after all, and I do consider my portrayal to align well with it.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — Depends on the nature of it and the conduct, really? Like, people are allowed to dislike characters. I myself find a couple of characters pretty annoying or don’t particularly care for them (granted, usually it’s in a love-to-hate or simply a ‘this character doesn’t interest me’ way), but that doesn’t affect how I behave towards the RPer of a character. It’s just manners, really. People tend to RP characters because they like them, so why would you take negativity right to their doorstep, in this space they’ve made as an expression of enjoyment for, and to develop said character?

There’s been some people who admitted to me that they didn’t care much for Jiraiya, but then began to like him more with my portrayal and that’s more than fine; I take it as the highest compliment in fact. It’s also the kind of open-minded attitude I like to have with portrayals of characters I don’t necessarily like or have much interest in, because by and large, people do tend to add more depth and nuance than the busy and character-packed canon allowed.

However, if it’s the type of hate that’s got its own devoted circle of bitter bitches, who seem to use so much energy hating a character... then please, don’t engage me. Doesn’t matter who the character is, don’t expect me to follow/keep following your negative ass if it’s constant on the dash—and if the target character is any of the Sannin then frankly I’ll have probably blocked/blacklisted in a heartbeat. The ‘critical’ views of them tend to diminish them as humans, diminish the context and events that surrounded their choices, and in a way that I find is a gross double standard compared to what people will allow other (read: young, attractive, fandom faves, ‘babies’ or ‘beans’) to get away with and excuse the behaviours of. I don’t need that kinda negative energy sullying my hobby, nor do I need moral superiority that isn’t applied consistently across the board.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — Absolutely! I meticulously fret and check, and cringe when I get a reply and happen to spot errors while rereading what I wrote before it! I edit a lot but don’t always pick up on errors, so I’m more than happy to have it pointed out. Chances are, I’ll be far more brutal to myself about it than anyone else would be!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — Overall, yeah. I’m not possessive or clingy (I don’t think) and don’t expect the world from people, nor for them to focus on or favour me or be super fast. I just expect the same respect in return. Having said that, I will express it when I don’t like something or it makes me uncomfortable, provided we’re familiar enough, because if we’re strangers I’d feel like I was coming across as entitled to your energy and emotional labour. I do my best to be diplomatic about it though, and rest assured it doesn’t mean I’m forever mad at you or turned off in any way just because I have a small grievance. I just find that being honest with each other rather than letting things pile up and fester makes a friendship more solid, and basically more genuine and long-lasting.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @dokuhebi Tagging: Whoever hasn’t done this yet!

#this got super long yikes #{dash games}#{ooc}#{long post}

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uribo-in-space · 4 years ago

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Star Trek TOS First Time Viewing Reaction - S2E2: Who Mourns for Adonais?

DISCLAIMER: I have seen some TNG and Voyager when I was a child and later the AOS movies as a teenager. I felt quarantine time was the right moment to begin the ambitious project “Star Trek marathon 2020/(2021?20??)”, meaning I’m going to watch all of Star Trek starting with TOS finishing with Disco (or maybe we have Strange New Worlds by the time I catch up haha). I started TOS last month and I AM LIVING. IT’S AWESOME and sparks so much joy. I decided I could just write up my thoughts as I am viewing it for the first time as a memory of the experience, not knowing most episodes at all. So, there we go.

Spoilers obviously - just in case somebody else is 50 years late like me, haha.

Opening scene: Scotty flirts with a female lieutenant on the bridge. So far so cute. What about the dialogue from Bones and Kirk accompanying this scene though?

MCCOY: I'm not sure I like that, Jim. KIRK: Why, Bones? Scotty's a good man. MCCOY: And he thinks he's the right man for her, but I'm not sure she thinks he's the right man. On the other hand, she's a woman. All woman. One day she'll find the right man and off she'll go, out of the service. KIRK: I like to think of it not so much losing an officer as gaining SCOTT: Come along. (He and Carolyn enter the turbolift.) KIRK: Actually, I'm losing an officer.

like - what? I had to rewatch this scene to fully understand what they’re saying. I think it’s interesting that, despite TOS being like 50 years old now, I find it easy to forget we’re actually in the 60s/70s when binge watching. Watching it now is sometimes a weird meta experience as you tend to overlook elements that were considered super futuristic in the 60s but are perfectly normal now, so that you actually miss some FUTURISTIC elements because you’re living those aspects of FUTURE already. Yes, of course women quitting their jobs after marriage still happens, but it is not considered a “rule” or “natural order of events” anymore, and is (talking from a western perspective) more of a choice and you would not assume this happening automatically. Especially if you produced an utopian sci-fi series today, that concept would probably not be included. Anyway, it’s pretty interesting that female Starfleet members seem to drop out of service after marriage and it is not considered something a captain or anyone can do something about in the future (I mean, apparently the men still continue their service? I only have divorced Bones for reference so far though). Anyway, TLDR, I am not judging the 60s relics as they are a product of their time, I think they are rather an interesting addition to the viewing experience in 2020, considering the writers did think this concept would persist in the far future. Back to the episode.

IS THAT A GIANT HAND IN SPACE

I love that Chekov casually assumes he has hallucinations - like bro do you have reasons to believe that and what did you do in your free time

This hand really kills me. I also could not believe what I am seeing but I love it

Spock stating he is not offended because you need emotions to be offended - interesting, Spock, so what happened when Kirk pulled a yo mama joke on you in that Paradise Hippie Love Romance Pollen episode (man that was a gem of an episode)

Chekov has one of the most HILARIOUS lines in that episode (next to having one of the most hilarious hairstyles, his hairstyle looks like an interesting over the top take on the Beatles haircut and his head looks so much like a mushroom I feel like he has a side job in Mario Kart):

APOLLO: Search your most distant memories, those of the thousands of years past, and I am there. Your fathers knew me, and your father's fathers. I am Apollo.

CHEKOV: And I am the tsar of all the Russias.

KIRK: Mister Chekov.

CHEKOV: I'm sorry, Captain. I never met a god before.

Chekov be sassy to gods

I can’t let this haircut go, as it got me thinking: Is there a hairdresser on the Enterprise?

That’s a thing to explore

What gossip that person might hear sign me up

So, the guy really is the God Apollo huh

Costume note 1: That toga Apollo wears is SO SMALL like - “SIR nice to meet you but you’re REVEALING THINGS please sit with more modesty OR - NO NOT LIKE THAT”

Costume note 1, addition: Nice to see the ratio of revealing costumes of men & women wearing sexy revealing clothing in this episode is very equal

Apollo really has a worshipping kink huh

But as a Greek god you probably have that

Also where ARE the other gods? Like he just casually says they are all gone... “with the wind” but... why? Did they suffer from worship withdrawal like he does now?

Also: I really LOVE the concept they introduced that the Ancient Greek gods were just a bunch of space travellers visiting Earth who decided to chill there for a while and be all powerful and worshipped. But as Kirk says in the end they were a huge factor for mankind to move to the Golden Age, which is a cool thought.

Seriously what a fun premise? I would watch that as a series. Hera, Artemis, Zeus, Apollo etc. all chilling on their ship and having fights and romances and space adventures on strange planets. I imagine them being a really chaotic and high-maintenance bunch though

Thinking about it, Apollo said he was a demi-god with a human mother (if I understood that correctly) so basically he was born on Earth and never saw (what I assumed is) their home planet until he was an adult and they returned (why did they return?)? But the Enterprise crew defeats him by finding out his “god powers” are actually originating from the temple structure on the planet, so does that work long distance then?? Like they could access their home planet powers from far away...? And not the powers themselves are passed down by genes but rather the access to it? Or is it that they need worship to thrive (like that’s why it worked on Earth and they just need a temple?) Questions over questions. Love the concept overall.

Kirk, Scotty and Chekov talking about energy patterns and science and how to defeat Apollo (also Chekov you’re such a smart boy! and he says he is only 22 in this episode awwW and the others are looking at him like - wow a child is with us) and Bones just randomly... grabs a bowl of fruit, holds it a bit and puts it aside - as I saw no note for that in the script I think it was improvised by Kelley... but why? Like was somebody from the staff whispering last minute “oh no that bowl is ruining the shot take it away subtly if you can”? It really startled me but it’s kinda funny.

Chekovs hair is even more FLUFFY and voluminous in this scene like did they bring the Enterprise’s hairdresser with them? (It’s cute)

CHEKOV: Perhaps if I assisted. KIRK: How old are you? CHEKOV: Twenty two, sir. KIRK: Then I'd better handle it.

Also I like protective Scotty in this episode. I think it is one of the first times he really gets some character development and proper screen time

Kirk being choked by Apollo is on the thin line of really intense acting and passing into Shatners school of overacting but - it works so I am giving a thumbs up for very INTENSE acting

I feel somebody shouted at him “MORE INTENSE” “MORE MOANING” “INTENSITYYY” “BE MORE CHOKED”

Lieutenant Carolyn is kind of a weak character and is pretty much the embodiment of a 60s ideal of a woman but HELL she is beautiful

Costume Note 3: I actually like the cut of her costume, it is an imaginative take on the toga and also sexy - I was surprised they aired it like that tbh - like from one side it looks like she is topless really

Costume Note 3 addition: but then HOW did they fix it? Like she’s not wearing any kind of bra and the fabric is not attached to anything so I guess they glued it to her skin in a lot of places huh - also there is a scene with a storm and a strong wind where I feel the way she tries to protect and cover herself is not just acting but really an attempt by the actress to catch her costume from flying away and not trusting the glue the costume people used

I don’t want to imagine how many wardrobe malfunctions she had with that costume and how many times she stood there topless in front of everyone so... idk

I guess same goes for Apollos costume lol so fair

On a more positive note on the portrayal of women is Uhura’s role here. Her in that mechanics uniform building a bypass circuit in that crammed space under her console (she still has her full hairdo which gets all squished oh NO and the hairdresser is down on the planet fixing Chekovs mushroom!) - you go girl

UHURA: Mister Spock, I haven't done anything like this in years. If it isn't done just right, I could blow the entire communications system. It's very delicate work, sir.

SPOCK: I can think no one better equipped to handle it, Miss Uhura. Please proceed.

Thumbs up for the supporting Spock.

Also I love every time Spock takes over the Bridge. It’s so cool.

So that’s all! Overall a campy episode at first look but I was pleasantly surprised by the concept of the Greek Gods being space travellers etc. Thumbs up for that giant hand too (pun intended). I like to imagine that like with episodes that play in a middle-age setting they just had a set from another movie lying around and thought - how can we make this a strange planet - but that’s really part of the charme of it for me.

This was a long text huh.

BONUS QUOTE (or rather BONES QUOTE?) - as it was my favorite:

MCCOY: To coin a phrase, fascinating.

#star trek tos #star trek marathon 2020 #star trek #star trek episode reaction #star trek tos s2 #star trek tos s2e2 #who mourns for adonais

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gaasaku-fanfests · 5 years ago

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The Bar Flower

Title: Bar Flower Author: pikaboubou Rating: M Word Count: 11574 Summary: Sakura has decided to drink her troubles away at the bar during Naruto and Hinata's wedding reception. She is bitter with loneliness over Sasuke's neverending absence, and wanting a drastic change. When an old friend, Gaara, sits down in the stool next to her she finds a few ways to make him feel flustered, and he decides that it's time for her to go home. However, she has other plans for the evening. Plans that challenge the meaning of 'friendship'. Warnings: Sexual content, alcohol, peer pressure, dub-con, some foul language, occasional 'dark Gaara', inciting poor behavior. Authors Note: There are moments in here where things are not said nicely, and the characters instigate each other by drudging up past mistakes. These are not healthy behaviors, and I don't condone them outside of this fiction. Also, I decided to do 'friends to lovers' due to the fact that there are actually so many 'enemies to lovers' fics out there. I wanted to challenge myself with a situation where platonic friends could change drastically in a more 'realistic' (not really) situation.

Trope: Friends to Lovers or Enemies to Lovers

Sakura took another shot of hot cheap sake, the numbing sting of alcohol ran like sharp blades down her throat. Her made-up face scrunched in a harsh wince. Drunk, that's what she wanted to be. Ino had gone to hang onto Sai's arm like some lovesick puppy, leaving the other girl lonely at the bar. The saddest part was that Ino was supposed to be the pinkette's 'date'. Now Sakura was all alone, at Naruto and Hinata's wedding reception no less. "Abandoned. Again." She groaned as her head lowered to hit the shiny lacquered surface of the ornate bar. Soon someone had saddled up beside her on the next barstool earning her drunken curiosity. They were wearing a nice beige-grey button down duster, but she had no desire to lift her head to look at the person's face. She stared at the stranger's sleeve while admiring the fancy red detailing on the cuffs. "I like your...hnnn jacket?" She questioned herself, as she didn't really know what the garment should be called at the moment. The sleeve moved as if it had just noticed her, but she was still too lazy to look up. This person had masculine hands though, with very nice looking pale skin. "Hmm... you have pretty hands too..." In her stupor she reached out for the stranger's hand to practically yank it over to her. The man yelped, and it sounded familiar enough for her to actually look up to identify the person. Coal rimmed cyan eyes, soft yet chiseled features, porcelain complexion, crimson hair, and the kanji for 'love' carved on the left side of their forehead. An unforgettable face. "Eh? Ha ha! Hello Gaara!!" She grinned ear to ear, now glad to have some good company. "Hello, Sakura. Are you having a nice evening?" The redhead looked polished for the occasion, and he was smiling more than she had ever seen before. It was something that she really liked about him, the fact that he would smile honestly for Naruto's happiness. Perhaps he could smile for her too one day. "I was feeling lonely... so I drank this shit..." The kunoichi practically punched her small empty bottle of sake, and it flew off the bar only to clatter on the floor. "Whoops! Haha! Did you see how far it flew?!" "Yes, your strength is limitless." A smart smirk graced his pale lips, and she stared at his mouth for much longer than what was necessary. "Men don't like that." Sakura slurred while tugging on his arm, for some reason she wanted a very up close view of the red cuffs on his coat. His throat cleared for a moment, as if he was nervous of the topic. Did she say something wrong? "Well, I wouldn't say all men." His eyes shifted off to the side, cueing her to notice what seemed to be a little secret hiding under his statement. And so a sly smile crossed her face, jade eyes narrowed knowingly with a suggestive waggle to her well groomed brow. "Oh? You like 'em tough huh? I never figured you to be that kind of guy--" "I'm sorry, what kind of guy?" Gaara was sucked in, leaning towards her with a curiosity that made her absolutely giddy. His eyes were fresh, and sparkly regardless of the black that surrounded them. 'They’re black... like a smokey eye... bedroom eyes... ha ha...' "Hnnn... you like chicks in tight leather. Whips, chains, and bdsm! I can totally see it! Hehe!" The kunoichi started to giggle hysterically before practically rolling her head onto his forearm. The arm tensed underneath her weight, and she feared that he might pull it away from her. "You have quite an imagination." The redhead spoke tightly, as if he was trying to deflect her statement. "Ah-ha! You didn't deny it!" Sakura shot up so fast that the man she was holding captive practically fell off his bar stool in surprise over her outburst. When she noticed him trying to compose himself she started to laugh. "Don't get scared! I'm not going to flog you, and don't bother asking me either--" "I wasn't going to--" He opened his mouth to counter, but she quickly slammed her creamy palm over it. His skin was warm despite looking so cold. "SSSSssshhh! Don't speak! I know how difficult this must be... trying to get me to go home with you... but I know your evil plan, sir." The kunoichi leaned towards him with a drunken sinister intent, almost falling out of her bar stool in the process.

His hands went to her waist and shoulder to hold her upright while she giggled at the contact. Her delicate hands had braced his shoulders, not failing to notice the muscular build hiding underneath all of his layers. "To be honest, I think we should get you to your home instead--" "Gasp! You can't spend the night at my place! Scandalous!" Sakura tapped him teasingly on the cheek in a mock slapping fashion making the redhead blink dumbly in response. He looked so innocent and wide eyed. It was funny since he was so formidable, and yet it seemed like he was meant to be both extremes. Perfectly balanced-- "Cute faces don't work either... you slut--" "Okay! Well, let's get you home!" Gaara reached for his drink he had on the bar, and slammed it before placing down a rather generous amount of money. "For hers as well, thank you very much." Suddenly she was being guided off of her stool, away from the bar, and away from other people. 'He's really taking me home?!' The pinkette began to sour at the thought, quickly halting her movement that left him being pulled back by her dead weight. "What's wrong?" The redhead seemed genuinely concerned making her feel guilty over how much she had been burdening him tonight, and yet there was a selfishness there that couldn't be ignored either. Sakura needed something, she just didn't know exactly what that 'something' was. "If you're taking me home... let me wear your jacket." It was the only reason she could make up at the moment aside from the obvious reason of her wanting to stay and drink her troubles away. He gave her a confused expression until she held out her hand expectantly. "I'm cold, good sir. I need a gentleman's jacket--" "Oh!" Gaara seemed to jolt into action, removing the beige-grey coat in quick motions before handing it to her awkwardly. The pinkette silently admired the black dress shirt he chose to wear underneath, but then took a better liking to his light blush just a tad more as he held out the coat for her. She took it greedily, and covered up her flowing pink dress in favor of the masculine duster. She did a singular twirl before giddily laughing to herself. "Look! I'm you!" Sakura grinned ear to ear, but stopped when she caught him blushing just a bit more than before. "Wait, hold on a sec--" She composed herself, then crossed her arms in a power stance with a complimenting glare. "Okay, now I'm reaaally you!" It took a moment, but eventually a smile broke out on his face, and a small dusty laugh escaped him. He was genuinely laughing for her, and it made her feel loved and appreciated for some odd reason. She was inspired to snatch up his porcelain hand to pull him along with her. The redhead stumbled behind her for a moment, but eventually found a good walking pace that kept him at her side. She was reluctant in letting go of his surprisingly soft hand, so she chose to hold it for as long as he would let her. The duster swished around her ankles adding a regal flair to her already proud gate. "You seem to like my coat a lot." Gaara said cheerfully, but still in a rather relaxed tone. He had the type of voice that could put chills down your spine, or make you want to fall asleep. It was a whispering yet velvety sound, and she wished he would talk more just so she could indulge in his stimulating tone. "Well, you seem to like me wearing your coat--" "Do I now?" He pressed teasingly with a slight laugh, but two could play at that game. "Oh yes, right now you're imagining me wearing nothing under this coat! Scandalous!" The kunoichi turned to face him, and opened up one side of the duster like some sort of perverse exhibitionist. The redhead stopped dead in his tracks completely dumbfounded, and just as she thought that she had made a poor joke he started to bellow out a hearty laugh. "Alright, Ms. Flasher, which way to your apartment?" He shook his head at her antics, but wore a beautiful smile the entire time. Sadly, her apartment was right down the road. She pointed, and tugged him along with her down the darkened streets. Not failing to drag her feet slightly to prolong their fleeting time together. The talking went quiet as they approached the building, and something was telling her in her gut that she was about to do something very stupid. However, she was done waiting for someone who refused to come home. She was tired of being alone all of the time while watching her friends indulge in the one thing she had always desired more than anything; romance. Gaara was an incredible guy, and a trustworthy friend. A friend she now eyed a bit differently than she used to now that they had both grown up. He was handsome, responsible, kind hearted, and a natural leader. He had everything a girl could want in one sandy package. Was it so wrong to allow her heart to pull a bit in his direction? She couldn't see anything wrong with it, if anything he would make an incredible catch-- They reached her door, and as Sakura looked between her keys and the doorknob she finally made her decision. A decision that would definitely change whatever they had here in this moment forever, but she swore to herself that it would be better. That she would regret nothing. The pinkette unlocked her door quickly, and practically rushed inside. Her companion did not enter, however. It was as if there had been some sort of barrier holding him back. "Um... I should probably go back. I'll take my coat if you don't mind?" Gaara cleared his throat nervously before holding out his hand expectantly for the jacket, but she recoiled to hold it tighter to her person. "No." Sakura huffed, making the usually stoic man blink in shock over her spoiled display. "I think I'll keep it--" "Sakura, you have to give that back. I need to go back to my hotel room." The redhead took an unconscious step forward into her apartment, so she took a teasing step back to lure him inside. "Oh? You think so, do you? Not convincing enough, try again." The pinkette watched with a newfound excitement as he seemed to tread further in, and eventually his whole body was through the doorframe. "Sakura, no more games please--" "I'm being completely serious! If you want your coat then come over here... and take it off of me." She knew she was swimming in very dangerous waters by saying such things, but with her rational thought process inebriated all she could feel was the raw excitement of the 'now' rather than the consequences of the 'later'. "I'm going to let you rethink that statement. I don't think you understand the context you are using." He seemed... angry. No, not angry, more like frustrated. As if he was fighting some sort of invisible foe that kept him from stepping any closer to her. Yet she was so close to breaking him, and it was so incredibly wild to think about. Any second now he could snap like a rubberband, and she wanted more than anything for him to get flung in her direction. "No really, Gaara. Close the door, and come get your coat." Sakura lowered her tone, her eyes narrowing suggestively as she backed up with slow steps into her bedroom. The pinkette disappeared into the darkness of her room without closing the bedroom door behind her, allowing it to serve as a welcome sign for him to enter. She looked about herself, her inebriated state taking in her possessions from her childish trinkets on her packed bookshelf to the plain full bed complete with a pink comforter in the corner. These were items that she had recycled since her teens, and yet she wanted desperately to outgrow them. Sakura was an adult now, not a child. It was time that she took the next steps to solidify that fact. It was quiet, but she distinctly heard the sound of a latch clicking out by the front door where she left him. The light from outside had been shut out, leaving the hallway in darkness. At first she was afraid that he had left, as there was a long silence after her front door had closed. But then she heard an exasperated sigh from down the short hall, and she nearly giggled at the realization that he was still in her apartment. The redhead's feet padded softly on her wooden floors, and she could see his silhouette appear in the doorway. Her butterflies were fluttering with excitement, and her mind bubbled from the alcohol that left her pleasantly dizzy. "Alright, I'm here to retrieve my coat--" Gaara held out his hand expectantly once again, but he was in for a rude awakening. "Oh no, good sir. You actually have to take it off of me." The kunoichi hugged the jacket close to her feminine frame while he balked at her boldness. "Hnnn, I might put up a fight though... I really like this coat." Without any warning he started crossing the room going for the jacket out of irritation. She dodged him, but fell onto her plush bed in the process. With a huff he went to lunge for it, but she crawled further up the center of the bed to avoid his grasp. "Give it back." The redhead warned, his hairless brows furrowing over his black rimmed eyes as he sported a frustrated frown. "Mmm... no." The pinkette shook her head childishly at him, whipping her pink hair about her cheeks with a bright smile. However, he did not seem to be in the mood for her antics anymore. "Last warning--" Gaara leaned in, towering over her like the authoritarian person he truly was. "Or what? What will you do?" Sakura ran her polished nails down the decorative buttons of the duster, and watched curiously as his haunting eyes followed her hand with interest. The man had irises that practically glowed in the dark, so it was not too difficult to see where he was looking, and his eyes were practically tracing everything. However, he was still quite hesitant, and that just wouldn't do. 'Time for plan B.' She inwardly snickered. "Well, I am getting quite hot actually..." The kunoichi slowly slid off the masculine garment, but just as he leaned in to snatch it he paused to watch her reach for the hem of her dress. It shocked him enough that he had frozen mid grab to gawk as she peeled away the flowing pink fabric from her skin. He seemed dumbfounded by it, as if he had never seen a woman in her underwear before. Although, she couldn't completely blame the man as she was wearing a lacy show stopper teal set that was definitely sexier than her usual undergarments. She had worn them just in case this exact scenario happened, and lucky for her she chose wisely. While he continued staring at her far harder than what was considered normal she quickly slid back on his jacket, and then hugged it possessively to her half naked frame. She had never seen him look so nervous before. Usually he was confident, aloof, or regal. But lately it seemed he was beginning to let more of himself show, and she was getting to see a more private and adorable side to him. It left her craving far more than what was professional, but the whole purpose of inviting him in was meant to be the exact opposite. "There we go! Mmmm it feels even better like this! It's so soft inside..." The pinkette ran her delicate hands along her curved figure through the duster, and his focused eyes followed for a brief moment before snapping out of an obvious wet dream. "Don't say things like... 'that'." Gaara looked away from her, swallowing hard as he tried to articulate his words. Sakura could see his pale fingers twitching with anxiety. The pinkette felt so powerful, it was almost more intoxicating than the alcohol she had drank earlier, and she did not want to stop for anything in the world. Not when she felt this high. "Why not? It's my home, I can say whatever I like." Sakura started to crawl towards his cautiously standing figure before stopping right in front of him on her knees. As he straightened rigidly her face came up to his heaving chest, but that was fine with her. She had many ideas of how this could go. "I can do what ever I want in here--" "Sakura." The redhead tried warning her again, but his dusty tone sounded like he was beginning to become unsure of what he wanted. Her lithe hands came up to pluck at the buttons of his dress shirt, making his coal rimmed eyes grow wide in disbelief. "I can also do 'whomever' I want too, that is... if they are up for it, of course." Slowly she continued unbuttoning his shirt, but once halfway his porcelain hands stopped her efforts in a panic. "You're drunk." Gaara deadpanned, trying desperately to put a wall between them, but she only gave sly smile in return. "Not enough to misunderstand what I want..." She tried reaching for another button, but his porcelain hands were strong. "You don't want me, you want Sasuke Uchiha." The redhead stated softly while his features winced, as if that realization hurt him more than he was willing to admit. Well, she wasn't going to lie to herself. The words struck a painful chord in her. She wanted to prove Gaara wrong, that she didn't want Sasuke, that she was ready to try someone else for a change instead of a guy that did not give her any time of day despite all the sacrifices she had made. A boy who chose to leave her behind any chance he got. A boy who was consistently absent when she needed someone to be physically and mentally present with her. Even if the encounters were sparse, it was better than never knowing where the holder of her heart was, or never hearing from them. Sasuke always left her behind in the dirt, but now the person who could control the very sand beneath her feet was actually with her, and she wasn't alone. She didn't mind getting left behind if it was 'his' sand she was falling into. Gaara reminded her of Sasuke; that damaged soul, ethereal physical features, yet cold blooded in battle. Both of them had tried to kill her on occasion, perhaps this was the definition of her 'type'. Only, her type had changed from constantly chasing someone who was never there to someone who was currently present. She was willing to take a chance on furthering a good friendship into something much more personal. She needed someone there, right that very second. And Gaara was literally standing just inches away trying desperately not to stare at her like he wanted to devour her body, yet the expression peeked through in moments of weakness. She wanted him too. Right now. "I'm sick and tired of chasing stupid boys. I need a man." With a feminine growl she yanked hard on his pale hands, pulling the redhead attached to them onto the bed with her. His body hovered over hers with a look of utter shock. "Sakura, stop it! You don't want me, I'm not the right person for this--!" Despite his reservations, Gaara was rather easy to grapple with until he was underneath her. With an almost frightened expression he tried backing up to escape, but she followed him all the way up to the headboard. "Why do you keep moving away? Am I really so disgusting? If you're grossed out just say so!" Sakura crawled over him, irritated by the fact that he kept denying her. It made her feel more sick by the second, as if perhaps he truly didn't see her that way, and wasn't actually playing hard to get. Perhaps she had been all wrong about this, and the way his eyes had traced her body had nothing to do with fluttering butterflies. Maybe he was just truly weirded out... Maybe this was all a horrible mistake... The redhead's face morphed with confusion, and awkwardness as he tried to think of a response to that. She felt guilty for even putting him in such a situation. "You are very beautiful, and I do find this very tempting..." Gaara shyly looked off to the side, and her heart skipped a beat. 'He's really considering it--!' "It's just... I'm not experienced--" As his words grew softer she could no longer contain her excitement. "That's fine! I don't get around much either." The pinkette shrugged off his excuse with a bright smile, her energy renewed at the fact that he was actually considering sleeping with her. Sakura continued to attack the buttons of his dress shirt while saddling herself on his lap. An audible gulp had resounded from his masculine throat, and his adorable anxiety only fueled her fire. "Sakura... I'm not experienced... at all. Period." Gaara gave a heavy exhale as his shirt was finally opened, like he might be having some sort of a panic attack. The sound made her halt her actions, realizing rather quickly that he was not the one night stand kind of guy, he was a romantic. A poet. Not to mention that he was also a virgin... like her. However she did not want to tell him that. She didn't want the redhead to feel guilty about receiving such a 'gift' from her. "It's okay... I don't mind." With her buzz still going she roamed her fingers over his toned bare chest, letting her shiny nails scratch at his smooth pale skin with the gentleness of a feather. His cyan eyes followed her curiously, growing more relaxed the more she worked her soothing spell. "Are you... doing this because you want to? Or is it because you feel you have to?" Even though Gaara's question seemed like it was meant to put her off, she suddenly felt his fingers gliding along the tops of her bare thighs; proving the fact that he was leaning towards a more favorable answer. The tickling sensation he brought made her visibly shiver with anticipation. "Is it okay if I say both?" Sakura coyly dragged her fingers up until they reached his neck, the skin there was so soft she imagined touching a beautiful porcelain doll. 'He really does look like a porcelain doll...' The redhead hummed as she stroked up to his ears, and then all the way back down to his silky chest. His charcoal lids fluttered with a sharp intake of breath from every pass. She noticed that he never answered her, and that he was just so incredibly absorbed with the pleasant sensations that his thoughts had gone completely dead. "Gaara, are you alive in there?" The kunoichi giggled as she upturned his chin, petting him like one would a loving cat. His hazy eyes eventually came back to hers, and with a few quick blinks he quickly startled as if waking from a dream. "We have to stop this, right now--!" Gaara moved his hands to her hips in an attempt to move her, but she slammed his shoulders hard into her headboard in protest. "You know, there are a LOT of guys that would kill to be in your shoes right now." Sakura spoke lowly, her tone invoking obedience from the man underneath her. "I'm not going to cry about this afterwards, I made my decision. So stop thinking that this will ruin anything between us. We can still be friends afterwards." Gaara opened his mouth to respond, but she quickly covered it with her hand. "No, stop talking! You're just acting like a baby--ghhh!" It was at that moment that the redhead showed his true colors vibrantly. He switched their positions, her world spinning as he pinned her down. Next he snarled right in her face, looking like a feral version of himself from long ago. It startled her, and thrilled her at the same time. He looked so frightening that she couldn't stop herself from biting her lip with anticipation. Would he attack her? Throw her into a position that he had always desired to take a woman in? He huffed angrily like a wild animal, making her believe that those strange jinchuriki habits must die hard. "You do not want me to do this to you, trust me--" "Oh, shut up!! Stop acting like I can't handle you!!" The pinkette shouted bitterly at him, and wondered if it was disrespect that might rile him up. The grip tightening on her wrists was beginning to prove her initial thought true. "You know, Gaara, I miss that thirteen year old boy who tried to kill me just to piss off my teammates." Black rimmed eyes widened at that, and his pale lips parted in disbelief. Completely horrified. "Are you being serious right now?" The redhead's face contorted, and she felt another power high from getting him worked up. She was aiming very low, and although part of her felt bad another part of her was excited by it. It was rare to see Gaara in any state other than anger or complete calm, but he seemed to be utterly furious tonight. And it was all her fault. "Yes! You were so frightening, and untouchable. How did it feel to crush people in your hands, Gaara? Did it feel good? Did it feel good when you started to crush me too--?" "Enough, Sakura!" Gaara snarled violently at her, and for a second she actually recoiled from the heat of his burning aura, but the alcohol numbed her senses enough that she dove back in like a pomeranian fighting a doberman. "It did, didn't it?! You probably think about it when you're all alone... The sound of the air leaving my lungs, my cries of pain fueling that disgusting side of you--!!" "ENOUGH!!" The sound that came from his throat was a final warning. His burning forehead was pressed against her own with his frightening cyan eyes searing holes into her jades. She knew that his lips were pulled back into a terrifying snarl with how he heatedly breathed on her face.

Sakura had finally tapped into that animalistic side, and there was probably no running from him now. If he wanted to he could probably snap her neck before she could even think to stop him. The thought of him strangling her came to mind, and her fear was beginning to melt into something much more dangerous. "You're so angry, Gaara." The pinkette struggled slightly in his arms, squirming like weak game stuck in a predator's claws. She knew that the more dominant side of him would appreciate that, and by the way that his breath flayed against her skin she realized that she was right. "Let go, I want to play with you some more--" With a harsh growl the redhead's arms pressed down hard enough to bruise her, she winced at the pressure while struggling under his weight. "This... this is what you asked for...." Gaara puffed heated breaths against her face, and it was enough to make her head spin. In her dizzy state, and the closeness of his mouth, she pushed herself up to close the distance between their lips. She felt every muscle inside of him jolt at the foreign touch, and he even growled defensively, but she continued until he was intrigued enough to do it back. The redhead's lips were softer than anything she could have ever dreamed of, and his burning tongue entered her mouth almost greedily as he finally began to give in, dragging it along her own in tantalizing ways. As his grip let up she took the advantage by using a great deal of strength to switch their positions. Breaking their kiss as they turned, she caught him snarling again underneath her as she took the dominant position once more. She could feel him now, and it was undeniable how badly he desired her judging by the firmness under her weight. While he bared his fangs she found a way to scrape her nails firmly against his scalp, a motion that had him bucking up against her while gritting his teeth. "Damn you--!!" "Hey now! What's with the language?! Is that how you really feel about me?!" Sakura pulled back to straighten completely, feigning hurt feelings she shrugged off his coat until it pooled around her flawless thighs. Gaara's attention was instantly captured, despite his enraged demeanor. She reached for the hooks to her bra, skillfully undoing them while she looked off 'bitterly' to the side. "To think, here I thought you really liked me. Such a waste." The kunoichi's bra came off, and she stretched her arms up like a cat with the lacy garment swinging in her hand. She could feel the redhead staring at her like a piece of meat, and she finally peeked to check on his reaction. He looked like a voracious animal. "What? Do you want me to leave?" She tossed her bra to the floor, and ran her fingers through her soft pink locks before giving them a quick shake. Then she watched him carefully as he wet his lips with a predatory gaze. "No." Gaara breathed out the word, sending a shiver down her spine with how demanding it sounded. She was truly getting under his skin, and that beautiful flesh had so many layers to begin with. "I see, so you're enjoying this now?" Sakura's thumbs played with the hem of her teal lace panties while his fierce eyes drank them in shamelessly. "Somewhat." The redhead blinked as if in a daze. She watched a bead of sweat drip down his temple, and she surmised that he had been having a great internal battle. She wanted him to win in her favor, so she took a very risky step. "Well... how about this?" The pinkette's hand smoothed over his groin just below her, and with a firm grip she massaged the outline of what was most certainly a rock hard erection. A surprised whimper escaped him, and it practically had her rubbing her thighs together it made her so heated, but unfortunately her legs were separated over him with nothing to ease her burning need. She was still having a great time though, there was no 'buts' about that. "Tell the truth... you've thought about it." Sakura gave a devilish grin, enjoying the feel of his dress pants over his painful arousal. "About... hng.... what?" Gaara gritted his teeth before his naked brows stitched together with another small moan. Her hand was relentless in milking out the information that she so desperately wanted. The pinkette leaned in close, her plush naked chest brushing up against his toned one, and whispered sensually in his ear. "Fucking me." With a purr the kunoichi licked the shell of his ear receiving a very audible moan for her words, and efforts. "Say it for me, Gaara. Please--" "Yes." His voice rasped wantonly at her request, and it made her feel as if she had been licked by white hot flames. He had thought about her before this moment. Privately to himself he daydreamed about the things he desired from her. Him, Gaara, the Kazekage who was about as sensual as a brick wall had fantasized about her in an impure light. It was one of the best compliments she had ever recieved. "Are you thinking of it right now?" Sakura kept one hand running teasingly over his groin, while the other thumbed at the fastenings of his pants to undo them. She could feel him start to grind up against her hand impatiently while the moans and whimpers continued to keep bubbling out of him. "Yes..." Gaara closed his eyes shamefully, but his desire was still plainly obvious. His body had become hers, where as his pride had suffered a great insult. She was ready to humble this powerful man in so many ways, and it had her more than excited. "Beg for me, and I'll put it in." The kunoichi couldn't stop herself from giggling, and she took her giggles right up to his ear to suck at the lobe. He jolted pleasurably before giving a sharp gasp. "N-no... I can't--" The redhead attempted to turn away, exposing his neck for her to suck on greedily. He bucked up from the sensation, and her balance slipped leaving her to land fully on his lap. He was so incredibly hard, and when his hips rocked against hers she found herself whimpering with desire. With curious eyes his expression began to change, turning almost mischievous. Sakura's world turned again, forcing her underneath the man into a vulnerable position. His mouth was on hers, unmerciful with heated kisses and bitten lips. She was so dizzy from it, but it didn't make her sick. It was just simply overwhelming. With a grin, he pulled away, but ground himself hard against her. The pinkette’s body jolted with the sharp pleasure, and the sound that escaped her seemed to match. "Tell the truth, you've thought about it too." Gaara smiled darkly at her, making it known that the tables had turned in his favor. All that power she had was now ripped away, yet she wasn't afraid in the slightest. "Mmm, I'm not telling." With a giggle Sakura turned away from him, but recieved a hard grind for her punishment. She cried out desperately, begging him with her tone to just tear her to pieces. His hand found her breast to squeeze, leaving her harshly panting for more. "I know you want it, but I want to hear you say it--" "You're such an ass!" She hissed, causing him to growl, and drag his teeth on her neck. Her body writhed from the harsh attention, yet she clawed her fingertips down his back in yearning. Suddenly he was alive, and thirsty for deplorable knowledge. "Tell me... tell me that you desired this before tonight..." The redhead panted against her throat, the heat of his breath along with ravenous kisses left her more than aroused. She was ready to do whatever it took to get him to sleep with her, but she wouldn't lie to him either. He deserved honesty. "I've fancied the idea... I just never acted on it--" "You've never approached me, but I'm sure you've acted on it." Gaara purred before lowering his hand between them. The pinkette watched curiously as he slid beneath his waistline. "When you've been all alone in this dark room... you've acted on it." His haunting eyes were locked onto her, narrowed seductively as she heard the fabric of his pants shift. She licked her lips with a lidded gaze, wanting more than anything to just give him whatever he desired. "Maybe I have..." Sakura murmured, but her anticipation was still very real. "Would you like me to show you?" "I would like that very much..." The redhead answered huskily, his tone and expression both seemed to be starving, but he still waited patiently for whatever 'food' she was willing to feed him. Not wanting to hold back any longer she allowed her hands to ghost from her breasts down to her hips. The fingers soft and delicate as they traced along her own curves while cyan eyes followed their every move. Her thumbs tugged slightly on her underwear, and when she teasingly played with them she noticed his own pale hands reaching up to help her with the task. "Ah-haa... now you want to play--" "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." Gaara gave a small laugh at his own quip, but she couldn't blame him as she found herself laughing at the childish antic too. "Oof, I'm so telling on you. Don't you know boys and girls aren't supposed to show each other their privates?" The pinkette snickered, finally getting her panties past her hips before he helped her shimmy them down her creamy legs. His motions stopped once the garment was removed, his throat swallowing hard as his eyes took in her fully naked form. Her nudity had apparently struck him sober... "I can tell you've never played doctor." She withered. The redhead blinked owlishly at that, and a harsh blush radiated off of his cheeks. It seemed that his dominant streak was starting to die off again. She would just have to give him another rough push. "Why, Lord Kazekage, I didn't think you to not be a man of your word." Sakura reached forward to drag her fingertips over his unfastened pants that still kept his length concealed. "I have shown you all of me, yet you have decided to show me hardly anything at all..." Gaara's breath quickened, yet he made no more moves. He seemed to be stuck in a state of limbo. "You're so mean, Gaara. Playing rough, and torturing me with those bedroom eyes of yours..." The pinkette moved one hand between her legs, and pressed along the sensitive bundle of nerves until the sensation made her sigh. She heard his breath hitch, and he swallowed again only this time his body began to tremble after the fact. 'C'mon, Gaara. Quit holding out on me!' "How is it that you were once an unstoppable killing machine, yet now you can't even touch a woman?" That had his head up in a matter of a second, his eyes starting to narrow dangerously at the comment. "Excuse me-?" "You are excused, scaredy-cat." Sakura narrowed her eyes back him, but had an almost evil smile to match. He gawked at her for a second, but then quickly overcame his shock. "Maybe this is why you don't have a boyfriend. You're too forward, and rude." Gaara hit back with a deep insult that actually hurt her feelings, and sadly she couldn't stop it from showing on her face. He didn't fail to notice it either. "The... the reason why I don't have a boyfriend would probably be that I'm not forward enough, Gaara. I don't usually do this sort of thing..." The pinkette found the thought a bit too sobering, and started to hug herself around her chest self consciously. When his eyes remained wide on her she found herself looking away to avoid his scrutiny. "If you really don't like what I'm offering then you can leave. I'm sorry for offending you... that wasn't why I said those things..." The room went painfully quiet, and unnaturally still. It left her feeling awkward, and vulnerable. "Please... stop staring at me like that..." Sakura turned onto her side, huddling in on herself slightly, thinking back on her poor behavior up until this point. She saw his pale hand reach for his crumpled coat, and tears began to form in her eyes while her heart sank into her stomach. 'Sakura, you fucking idiot!! Why can't you just keep your stupid mouth shut--!?!' "Sit up." The redhead ordered, making her eyes dart back to him in disbelief. He held the coat up in his hands with a sympathetic smile, giving it a slight wave as he motioned her to come close. She maneuvered herself into a proper kneeling position, her watery eyes blinking in wonder over how the situation had suddenly changed. With a curt nod he draped the coat around her, and assisted her arms through the arm holes. "You're going to need this, I have a feeling you're not going to be getting dressed any time soon... and I don't want you to get cold." At the sound of his voice the kunoichi turned herself to stare at him wildly, but he simply gave a knowing smile in return. Sakura could hardly believe it, after she had baited and insulted him practically the entire evening he was still willing to go through with this. Either he was desperately worked up or unbelievably kind, but something told her it was a lot more than that. The pinkette wanted to make up for her careless mistakes. She would have to make this truly special for him. "Liar, you just want to fuck me while I'm wearing your coat." Even though Sakura made a crass joke, his kindness still made her blush considerably regardless. At first the little outburst made him stammer, but eventually he ended up scoffing. "Well, you're not wrong." His eyes danced with mischief then, shamelessly sizing her up in his duster. "You don't mind, do you?" "It's what I invited you in for--" "Is that so? I thought you were just teasing." His hands grew bold then, tracing from her jaw and down her neck. "What you see as 'teasing' I consider 'coaxing', and you needed a bit of convincing." Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a playful smile as his hands traced over her chest. "Consider me thoroughly coaxed, and teased then. My patience is running out too--" "Until you actually do something I'm going to think you're all talk." The pinkette grinned wickedly, getting the man to raise a hairless brow at her. His skilled hand moved quickly, but was still gentle as it stroked over her wet folds. She ended up jolting from the sudden contact, but soon eased herself into his touch. She started to sigh, and whimper as his fingers worked gently on the sensitive pearl hidden between her thighs. "You've done this part before, haven't you?" Sakura mewled, but he shook his head with a coy smile. "I know how to read..." Gaara blurted, but was quick to avoid her stunned gaze. "And what reading material is this--?!" "Nothing important... forget I said anything." The redhead tried to kiss at her neck, but she pulled away from him before he could reach her. "I want to know what turns you on, Lord Kazekage." The pinkette purred as she ran her hands through his red locks, brushing the hair out of his face with her lithe fingers. "There has to be something that drives you wild--" "Appreciation." Gaara groaned as her nails dragged gingerly against his scalp, leaving a shiver trailing down his spine. It was a vague answer, but at the same time oddly specific. She just didn't know how he wanted his 'appreciation' conveyed. "Well, I appreciate you telling me the truth." Sakura giggled, her hand abandoning his hair to trail down his chest. She had not forgotten about his working fingers, and had to use her other hand in his hair to grip at his shoulder for balance. The pinkette was panting hard, her vision blurring from the pleasure even though she was on a mission to provide him with something good. It was too late, she had to latch onto him, both arms were wrapped around his shoulders while her mouth kissed and cried against his neck. Her chest was pressed against his own as she arched her back in need. "Don't stop..." The pinkette pleaded desperately, and heard his breath quake. "I need you so badly..." Despite not being touched the redhead gave a wanton groan, and slipped his free arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. His head dipped next to her ear, and with his lips pursed delicately against the shell he let out a heated breath. "Say that again." Gaara whispered with a great gentleness, the hand on her waist smoothing down to her backside with a sensual touch. "I need you, Gaara--" Sakura mewled, and in response he quickened his pace. A sharp cry released from her throat, and as her body jolted from the pleasure he grabbed firmly at her bottom to keep her from squirming around. She was rocking into his hands, savoring his touch while allowing it to overcome her. Burning heat flushed to her cheeks, pounding through her flesh before leaving through her vocal chords in the form of a moan or cry. She was tingling from head to toe, clawing her nails into the fabric of his dress shirt while still desperately clinging to him. Words were leaving the pinkette's flushed lips, but she didn't rightly know what she was saying or how she was saying it. However, the redhead's harsh and desperate panting told her that her own pleasure was skewering him, poking at something wild and practically begging behind the cage to be let free. Sakura was begging him too, praying in her own way for him to take her where she needed to be. Gaara said nothing, but she could feel by the quickening in pace and the intensifying pressure that he could no longer handle having her whining in his ears, or writhing in his arms. His impatience and eagerness pushed her over the edge, white hot pleasure searing through her flesh as everything went pleasantly numb yet pulsing at the same time. Heartbeat after heartbeat, one thud after the other she felt the ecstasy pound through her, and in a whisper his name danced on her tongue. The redhead answered in a shaking exhale, his nerves raw from the experience of merely providing pleasure for someone other than oneself. He nodded quickly, his tongue wetting his lips before he let out a low hum of excitement. After tensing for such a long time every muscle in her body decided to go limp, and thankfully he caught her in his strong arms. The pinkette's world was spinning figuratively and then literally. Her body was pressed down onto the mattress in a rough, yet not uncomfortable manner. A pillow was already under her head, and for a moment she was allowed look up as she watched him roughly take off his open dress shirt. As he tossed the black garment to the side he looked back at her with an unflinching stare, every muscle in his torso tensed in beautiful porcelain perfection. With each expanding breath he took his body became more clear to her. Gaara was built like a pro athlete, but not stocky or buff. He was lean, exotic, and strikingly beautiful for a man. She would place a wager that he could probably cut through water like a shark-- The redhead moved in close, hovering over her on one hand, and both knees as his dominant hand dipped beneath the waistband of what seemed to be maroon boxer-briefs beyond his dress pants. He was no longer hesitant in what he was doing, but was still shaking probably due to holding out for so long. "Have you ever... had anyone inside you?" Gaara's trembling voice cut through her dreamy state, and she looked away from his busy hand to face him head on. The redhead's haunting eyes demanded honesty, and she didn't want to give it to him. Yet, she couldn't find it within herself to lie either. "I don't want to say..." Sakura quietly whimpered, and thankfully it didn't deter him as he nodded understandably. "Have you had anything inside you before? I do need an answer to that." Gaara was stern, and she suddenly found herself growing shy under his serious gaze. "I... um.... yes--?" She squirmed anxiously, but was startled when he gave a harsh huff. "Good." The redhead gave a quick nod, and then proceeded to finish what he had been doing before. The pinkette's anxiety started to rise, her heart began pounding violently in her chest as each second ticked by. She was no longer drunk, or even tipsy, in fact she felt far too sober. He was going to... 'They' were going to... Then it happened. Sakura got a peek at what was hidden beneath his pants. She could see the flushed erection in his pale hand, and she truly noticed the contrast in color due to obvious reasons. It was larger than she initially thought, and although it was a rather photogenic specimen she still couldn't quiet her fear of it. She squeaked. Gaara looked up from his task to question the reaction, and her hands went to her face in embarrassment. He blinked for a moment, but then he took a deep breath before giving her a calm expression. "Are you alright?" The redhead smiled gently, and for some reason it instantly soothed her. The pinkette eventually nodded, but refused to remove the protection of her hands in front of her mouth and cheeks. With a soft dusty laugh he narrowed his eyes kindly. "Would you like to touch it first?" Gaara asked in the form of a gentle murmur, and she realized then just how much of a baby she was being. This was the exact opposite of what Sakura had wanted. She didn't want to be treated like a child, or a like a precious little virgin. She wanted to be treated like a powerful woman who could handle a man without question or issue. The kunoichi convinced herself that she was just getting psyched out, and that she needed to 'nut up', so to speak. The pinkette gave a confident nod then, and began moving her hand forward... When he removed his own grip her motion stopped dead. With his hand gone she could now see the entire thing in all it's divine masculine glory-- "Oh no." Sakura barely whimpered, and then visibly cringed at herself for the slip up. Oddly enough she heard her current dance partner stifle a laugh. "You don't get around much either, hmm?" The redhead shamelessly teased her with a sly grin, tapping into a reserve of her carefully bottled anger. "You better shut your pretty mouth before I break it." The pinkette hissed venomously at him, making him blink in surprise until he eventually cracked devilish smirk. "Save that energy for later--" "OH, SHUT UP!!" Sakura reached forward with a harsh grip, and held on tightly to his rock hard length. Gaara winced, breathing through his teeth from the rough touch, but she didn't calm herself until she felt him twitch in her hand. She let go of him, but didn't pull her hand away. Instead she stared at how his weighted length rested in her barely curled fingers, and nervously bit her lip as she tried to think of what to do next. "It's not a snake, it's not going to bite you." Even though he said it to be reassuring she couldn't stop herself from turning up her head to glare at him. Despite his hovering position he somehow managed to shrug, and gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm not trying to be smart--" "You're smart with everyone." The pinkette huffed, her grip unconsciously circling around him. "Alright, well I'm not trying to be that way with you now. I want you to feel comfortable with this..." The redhead exhaled slowly, and his head drooped down for a moment to relax his neck. She was studying his feathery crimson hair when he suddenly sighed. "That... feels nice though..." With a startled blink Sakura looked back at her hand, realizing with a bit of horror that she had been feeling around his arousal for the past few minutes. She wasn't upset with herself for doing it, but rather she was surprised that she did it unknowingly. When she went to take her hand away Gaara quickly halted her efforts. He didn't lift his head to look at her, and he didn't ask for permission; instead he guided her hand back to his length and adjusted it to hold him firmly. She whimpered anxiously, but he made her continue. He moved her thumb to trace along the pipework all the way to the smooth head, and gripped around her own fingers to force out a few pumps. The moan that left the redhead made her blush, but the second it reached her ears she became completely invested. The ball was back in her court, and he had basically handed it to her. Another sensual groan had her thighs rubbing together while the sound pierced through her body, and as his hips arched into her now fearless grip she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those very same hips arching against her own. To have him groaning in her ear because her body provided his own with a shared relief. The pinkette felt her stalled engines suddenly restart in her mind, and her hand abandoned his length with the intent to make him needy. "You are so cruel--" Gaara panted. "I'm really not." Sakura slowly pressed herself up onto her elbows, feeling empowered as he curiously blinked at the closeness of their faces before she placed a soft kiss to his silky lips. It didn't take him long to hum in agreement, or for him to eagerly further the kiss. She had strung him along for such a lengthy period of time, and she couldn't blame him for his impatience anymore. Shaking hands traced up her creamy thighs before gliding back down to rest on her knees. The redhead pressed them open without question, but never even had a passing thought to breaking the connection of their kiss. The pinkette attempted to cling to his shoulders, but eventually he pressed her back down onto the mattress, and pulled her towards him by her thighs. Their hips matched up, and she felt the firmness of him gliding against her wet folds as if testing the waters. Her eager movement increased, and the tip of his length got caught in just the right place to make him pause. Their kiss was broken, and Gaara's coal rimmed eyes studied her jade ones carefully as he began pressing forward ever so slowly into her sheath. Sakura's breath hitched from the surprising pressure, and he stopped on a dime until her breathing calmed. With his gaze unflinching he pressed even further until the same response happened, and even though she felt no pain he still continued to stop until she was calm. The pinkette didn't want to tell him to just 'go for it', as she was truly savoring the way he held eye contact with her, but his careful nature was teasing her beyond belief. She was at a toss up between intimacy and need. As the redhead began moving again she tried holding her breath, and when he finally filled her completely she let out a shaking exhale that kept him from going any further. Sakura couldn't take it anymore, and rocked her own hips against his as a gesture to just 'go', and thankfully it seemed to be a universal sign. Gaara pulled back, and thrust forward while her fingers clawed along his porcelain back and shoulders. She could feel every inch of him stroking against her inner walls, leaving a heat that pooled inside her until it fluttered out through her fingers and toes. He repeated the motion, and the filling sensation caused her to cry out wantonly for more. The redhead let out a shaking breath, and thrust again letting out his own groan of desire that pierced through her like red hot knife. The pinkette whined, scratching at his perfect skin to a point where she was certain that his 'ultimate defense' would kick in, and was a bit shocked that it didn't. From that point on she didn't hold back in how hard she clawed at him, and he didn't seem to mind. The once slow pace turned into a steady one, triggering her to call out for him constantly. Her legs tried wrapping around him, but left enough space for optimal movement. Through a heated breath he kissed her eagerly, his lips and tongue keeping her tethered to her body while his actions attempted to separate her soul. She mewled against his panting mouth, and he moaned back in answer. The heat from inside her had begun to reach it's limit, the sensation guiding one of her hands up to tug at the red minky hair at the base of his skull. "Gaara--!" Sakura cried out desperately, feeling his strong arms wrap around firmly as he moved into her with a speed and pressure she could never achieve by herself. Her body was writhing from it, relishing in the intense pleasure while also not knowing what else to do. Her mind was going blank, her heart was racing in her chest while also taking note of his own. She could hear him panting and moaning in her ear, and feel him gripping bruisingly hard onto her soft curves. Everything was so hot, and her skin was beginning to glow in sweat. His lips were on the shell of her ear flaying hot air against it, whispering something-- "Sakura--" Gaara nearly whimpered her name, and the sound alone had her inner walls clenching tight. The white hot pleasure had her entire body tensing painfully, causing her to scream out into the darkness her small bedroom. A sharp groan, and deep heaving breaths echoed in her ear right before she felt a pulsing sensation inside of her. Everything felt slick to the touch, but she couldn't even begin to care about fluids or mess. All she could do was guide his panting mouth back to her own, and lazily kiss him while they both attempted to catch their breath between heated kisses. He was more than willing for the connection, and it showed in the way his hands now lovingly pet at her dewy skin. The pinkette broke away to breathe properly, but her lips dragged across the top of his own regardless. Her rabbit heart slowed, and her once clawing hands now turned gentle in their movements. "Mmm... can I keep you?" Sakura gave a breathless laugh after her own drawling comment, but he thankfully found humor in it too. "Depends on whether you like a desert view." Gaara chuckled a hairsbreadth way, brushing his fingertips from her hip all the way up her figure until they reached her jaw. She stole a quick kiss from him, and as she pulled away he ran his thumb along her bottom lip longingly. "The real question should be this... 'Will you come to Suna with me?'" The pinkette blinked, taking a transfer into consideration. She wanted to, but she also didn't want to leave her friends and family just yet. However, with how often Gaara visited Konoha and how often the two villages did business together it wasn't actually too farfetched. Dating the Kazekage? That was a whole other animal in itself. "Can we do long distance for a bit?" Sakura giggled, but was surprised to watch a blush form on his handsome face. "Oh... yes, of course. That would be nice actually..." A sweet and genuinely innocent smile made it's way across his features, and when she began to snicker he hid his flushing face in the crook of her neck. "Don't tease--" "What's with the look, Gaa~ra? Didn't think I'd actually ask you out?" Her giggles went sinister for a moment, but turned into a yelp when he scraped his teeth along her jugular. "To be honest... no. I thought you'd be done with me after you got your fix. I kind of just... I don't know... accepted the idea that this was all I was ever going to get." The redhead sighed peacefully despite the sad topic. "I'm glad I wasn't right--" "That's a first." The pinkette nearly snorted, and with a small playful growl he nibbled at her neck once again. She squealed, and maneuvered out of his arms in a huff while he graciously let her go. "I have to clean up, sir. When I get back we'll go for round two--" "What?!" Gaara balked at her, and she gave a proud laugh in return before practically dancing from the bed to the bathroom. "Yup! Did you think it was one and done?! Nope! Boy, you have a lot of work to do." Sakura gave a sinister grin before slipping into her bathroom, secretly reveling in the shocked expression he had on his face as she disappeared from sight. Sakura did what she claimed she was going to do, only she decided to take a quick shower. She polished herself up, and hydrated her skin with her fragrant lotion. The entire time she was practically humming without a care in the world, she had never felt so bright and cheerful in her life. When the pinkette came back, however, she realized that round two would have to wait. Apparently the redhead had removed the remainder of his clothes, and had passed out comfortably under her covers. With a humored sigh she followed suit, crawling into bed next to him without a shred of clothing simply because she wanted to feel his skin against her own. Gaara was silky soft as usual, and he was surprisingly a deep sleeper despite his years of being an insomniac. He'd probably be up before her at some point, not that it mattered. Sakura sighed, and nuzzled into his arms peacefully. He instinctually wrapped them around her, and breathed in her scent. Sleep came easy, and all was warm and quiet. --- ... --- ... --- ... --- Sakura woke up first, and in a panic she looked behind her only to breathe a sigh of relief. He was still there, sleeping peacefully beside her without a care in the world. The pinkette wondered if he believed she had been drunk the entire night or not. In all honesty she had meant what she said, she truly wouldn't mind trying out a relationship with him-- The kunoichi noticed something then, bunched up in the sheets just below his hips. As her curiosity drove her to peek under the blanket she nearly burst out laughing having thought the lump was his hand or something, but she kept her humor carefully contained. Instead a rather sneaky plot formed in her mind on how to wake him up, and she was feeling more than cocky from last nights events. Sakura maneuvered her body between his legs, and covered herself and her target with the blankets before running her hands gently up his smooth thighs. She took his morning arousal into her hands, listening carefully to the way his breathing changed as she did so. When he still seemed to be knocked out she gave the shaft an experimental lick-- Gaara hummed in his sleep, and slightly arched his hips. The pinkette snickered with mischievous intent, and placed her lips around his tip. "Hnnn..." A soft whine was heard, and she almost couldn't contain her giggles. With fresh excitement she took him further into her mouth, and made up for what was left with her hand. "Aah...." The redhead rolled his hips with a moan, and despite him beginning to move around she still managed to suck and lick his arousal successfully. The skin of his length was taut yet silky smooth, and she favored lapping at the even softer tip. The pinkette found a strange enjoyment from it, especially since he seemed to be more than just vocal about his approval of it. Suddenly porcelain hands were in her hair, they seemed to not only pet her head but they also moved down her face to where her lips connected to his erection. As if the hands were attempting to make sense of what was happening to his lower half.

The covers were thrown back to reveal her, and she looked up with his arousal still in her mouth to see his flushed and panting face. "Good... morning---hng..." Gaara attempted to great her, but ended up moaning as she gave him a firm suck. Sakura decided that she loved interrupting him in such ways. She knew he liked to be proper towards those he cared about, and she enjoyed flustering him in moments where he had to be sociable. The redhead placed his hands back in her pink tousled locks, a look of desire and peacefulness radiating in his cyan gaze. She kept that contact, watching him begin to crumble under her devious ministrations. "Sa... Sakura..." Gaara panted and whined helplessly. She hadn't heard sounds like these from him last night, and she wondered just how good her mouth must feel. His porcelain fingers started to tangle in her hair, his hips arching forward to repeatedly catch her mouth on it's way back down his shaft. She picked up her pace, and he nearly cried. Soon he was tugging on her pink strands, begging her not to stop as he got closer to finishing. She could tell by the sudden intense hardness of him that he was extremely close-- The redhead started to grow loud, his pale hands now eagerly pulling at her hair as he finally reached that final threshold. With an ecstatic cry she felt his erection begin to pulse harshly, and a wave of bitter salt coated her tongue in viscous fluid. The pinkette gulped it back hard, but couldn't keep herself from pulling away with a cough. She managed to swallow all of it successfully, but it wasn't entirely pleasant. Sakura felt fingers tracing her hand, and she looked back up to see him staring spacily at her. She couldn't help but crawl up his body, allowing her naked form to lie on top of his glowing one with a small giggle. "Hi." The pinkette grinned ear to ear, nuzzling her cheek on top of his deeply breathing chest. His arms wrapped around her in a comforting way, gently trailing his porcelain fingers along her back. "Mmm... yes. Hello, and good morning." Gaara took a deep peaceful breath, and once again got comfortable with her in his arms-- The phone started to ring, and it was chopping her dreamy morning to bits with its blaring sound. "Damnit!" Sakura nearly jumped off of him in a fit of rage, and stomped over to the wall phone she had in her room. The kunoichi could hear him laughing behind her, and she turned quickly to hush him before actually answering the irritating device. "Hello, this is Sakura Haruno." The pinkette formed a very professional speech in an instant, eyeing side ways to see him propped up on his pale elbows to watch her have the conversation. "Sakura, we have a problem. Gaara's gone missing. Apparently Kankuro has been looking for him all night--" It took everything she had in her power not to break out into a fit of laughter. In fact she had to put the phone into her other hand to let out a hysterical breath before bringing it back up to her ear. "Hello--?!" "It's fine, Kakashi sensei. I know where he's at, and he's more than fine." Sakura looked knowingly in Gaara's direction, and watched with glee as he began to turn a bright shade of red. "And where would that be, exactly?" "Not to brag, but he's in my bed right now loathing the fact that we are currently having this very revealing conversa---HEY!!" The pinkette yelped as the phone was ripped out of her hands, and placed onto the ear of a very frustrated Kazekage. "I'm fine!" He shouted into the receiver, and quickly slammed the phone down before turning his narrowed sights on his new girlfriend. "Oh c'mon, this is hysterical--!" "No, me folding you in half is going to be hysterical." The redhead narrowed his eyes even further, and an almost evil expression began to form. Her face paled at the thought, and with a shriek she jumped away from him as he lunged forward. Sakura dove back into her bed to attempt to hide in her covers, but he was quick about getting into her hideout. With a growl he pinned her to the mattress, but his sinister expression faded into normal flirtation as he moved in to peck her sweetly on the lips. "Breakfast first, then I'll fold you like a paper crane--" "I don't want to be folded!!" She threw a small tantrum as he began to truly laugh. His happiness was infectious, and despite the strange 'threat' she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Sakura knew that she'd be smiling a lot more from now on, and Gaara would be right there with her.

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