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plotsignificanthaircut555 · 10 months ago

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Sleepover with Drunk Nanami

Nanami crashes on your couch after a drunken meeting on a rare night out.

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ ONLY. fem! Reader, Soft Nanami, drunk Nanami, slow burn (sorta? Does nine hours count?), discussions of consent, Gojo is in it also lol.

Word count: 13.9k, Ngl this one kind of got away from me 🤭🫣. Don’t have sex with drunk people! let the tension build until that consent is sober and enthusiastic.

This was inspired by the song Get Up by Ciara, and my being very horny. I haven’t written fanfic in almost ten years, so here’s what I have for you. This was so fun to write, I really hope y’all enjoy it. I am so obsessed with this man its actually insane.

Clubs were not his preferred way to “cut loose”. He hated the claustrophobic proximity, the overpriced drinks, the flagrants displays of affection, most of all the inability to hold a conversation. Resounding bass and artificial light blaring against his skull was sure to culminate in tomorrow’s headache. Nanami couldn't be bothered to entertain the idea of joining his coworkers to dance and drink as they so often invited him. He much preferred to keep his own company, drinking at home, indulging in the occasional (and strictly, personally regulated) cigarette, and reading in the bath. Although the last two weeks he found himself working around the clock. It seemed that as soon as he crossed his own home’s threshold he was back to work in some capacity or other. He couldn't remember the last time he had been able to turn his brain off completely in between shifts. He hated working, period, let alone working outside of his normal hours, but the work needed to be done, and as the days trudged forward, his work life balance compounded into a singularity designed specifically to siphon any free time he could find.

But that had ended this afternoon, completing a mission’s adjoining paperwork and being released for a three day leave in between assignments. Returning to his small office, he begins to retrieve his coat and pack his bag to depart and return home to finally relax. Already feeling his shoulders unknot themselves, Nanami allowed a blissful sigh to leave his lips. No sooner had he begun to draw in the following breath than had the rapping of angular knuckles against his door frame rung in his ears. Raising his eyes, Kento sees long time (reluctant) friend and daily annoyance, Satoru Gojo, strolling casually inside and plopping across the desk from him.

“So what time should I pick you up?” Although Kento could not see his eyes behind the famous black blindfold hiding them, the blase demeanor and entitlement dripping from his question was apparent.

Already feeling the vein in his head begin to pulse, Nanami sighed out, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come out with us tonight. You’re off the ne t few days. I’m sure even you can recover from one night out in that time. Everyone is goin, Suguru, Shoko, yours truly…even Ijichi said he would come,” Gojo allows his smile to lure in the other man, “So you have to come.”

A familiar feeling rose the skin on the back of his neck as Kento heard his familiar train of thought, Absolutely not. I’m exhausted. I have to decline. Don’t wait up for me, but before the reluctance to break his own routine won over, his shoulders softened, “Okay.”

Gojo snapped to attention, his planned seduction now moot in the face of Nanami’s quick acceptance. He hadn't said yes to going out in two months, and the last time he had joined the group, he left less than an hour in claiming a headache and calling a cab.

“For real?” Gojo couldn't help himself, he was waiting for this to be a joke.

“Yes, 9:00 you’ll pick me up. We’ll go out. I could use the break. Thank you for the invitation.”

Gojo was beside himself, feeling his lips stretch from ear to ear, he rose to his feet and began to head to the door. He had to limit the time for Nanami to come to his senses, fearing this may all be some bought of madness from the usually grumpy man.

“See you then, wear something I like.”

Idiot always had to have the last word. Nanami lowered himself into his desk chair, taken aback by his own enthusiasm, a small smile creeping across his lips. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but he couldn't say he was upset by it, it had been a long time since he had tried to meet his friends like this. He wasn't social by nature, and he was grateful to have people who understood that, allowing him his space but still continuing to include him in their extroverted fun. As much as Gojo’s refusal to allow him peace took its toll, Nanami was pleased to have someone so insistent on pushing his social limits. Although he would never tell him that.

These are the circumstances that lead Nanami to drinking as much as he had, to loosening his tie eventually to the point of hanging on either shoulder, to laying his jacket along the barstool of the hightop table he and his friends occupied. Dancing, actually dancing inside of the group of people gyrating together on the club’s designated dance floor. Eyes closed, hair sticking to his forehead, Kento felt the weight of fall away and the warm embrace of intoxication take over.

Gojo laughed over his dark sunglasses, nudging Geto’s elbow with his own before tipping his head to their large, very uncharacteristically drunk friend. They watched in shared admiration, laughing to each other, remembering fondly the stiff demeanor their friend had always carried. Since they’d known him they had seen him get drunk countless times, but drunk enough to dance? Only a handful. Drunk enough to have undone his top three buttons and reveal a growing flush down his neck and shoulders, maybe twice.

“He really needed this,” Geto praised Gojo lightly, it was him who always insisted on inviting out Nanami once again, despite the likely improbability of it happening.

Gojo smiled warmly before laughing again, this time to himself, he didn't want to reveal how easy it really was. How little he had had to push to get him out, he let the praise wash over him as he admired the usually stuffy man’s catharsis. Shoko returned then from the bar, two shots for herself and one for Ijichi who followed closely behind her, already starting to stumble himself.

That’s when Nanami saw you. Finally opening his eyes, pupils adjusting to the dim light, you appeared to him like a vision. And a vision you were, long legs wrapped in a skirt, a top lightly grazing the hemline at your waist, arms full and strong, hair styled specifically showcasing care and effort as well as routine. Engaged in conversation with a friend of yours, both laughing and allowing the atmosphere to relax you, Kento didn't realize his body had stopped dancing as he now stood dumbly in the center of the dancefloor. With soft pushes and thoughtless instinctual movement, he moved to the outskirts of the dancefloor, although still within sight of you. His breath caught in his chest, his hands ran cold, becoming clammy quickly as he watched you share a shot with your friend, head tipping back and revealing the full column of your neck to him. He felt his face flush further than the alcohol could.

Soon enough his back found the table that Shoko currently occupied, digging in her discarded coat’s pocket for her lighter, cigarette hanging loosely between her lips. Cooly placing her hand atop a few rattled glasses knocked around by his collision, she inquired as to Nanami’s dreamy state, “something got your attention?” her laugh broke through his haze just as she followed his eyeline to you.

“She’s pretty, you know her?” she was finally able to fish her lighter from the correct pocket.

Nanmi shook his head, still not able to tear his gaze away,” do you?”

“Never seen her before.” She observed the dumbstruck look in Nanami’s eyes weighing whether her input was more prescient than her desire for a smoke break, “You should try to talk to her. Who knows when we’ll get you out again. Make the most of it.”

With that she headed back towards the smoker’s patio, leaving Nanami with her words bouncing between his ears. When was the last time he had flirted with someone? When was the last time he had been on an actual date? When was the last time he had gotten to take someone home? When was the last time he had shared a bed with someone? When was the last time someone else had made him cum, not just himself between disgruntled days and nights working too much with little output? He had a break, he had come out, hadn't he? As he had gotten ready tonight he chastised his own mind for indulging in fantasies of meeting someone, But he didn't think he would find someone so ... .magnetic.

He wasn't even sure how long it had been since Shoko had gone outside, Kento snapped back to himself when he saw you set your drink down- nearly finished- and head into the throng of dancing bodies. His body moves before he can consciously decide how best to approach you; feet escorting him to the dance floor, hips following the beat and loosening the rest of him. His hands moved upward around his shoulders imitating a boxer’s stance, the alcohol clearly influencing his dancing style. Pressing forward he found himself just to your left. It was as though you had your own kinespheric bubble surrounding you, people danced near you but not on you. He felt invited in by this space, as though you had saved it just for him. He watched your body move, circling your hips and allowing your neck to follow the melody freely, your arms raising above your head as your eyes fluttered between completely closed and mostly closed. Your lips were parted beautifully, lip gloss catching the light so beautifully.

Maybe it was just chapstick, or it was lipstick, he had no idea, but just seeing the glint along your bottom lip made his mouth water for your kiss.

Would you use your tongue right away, or would he need to draw it out of you with his? Would you want him to guide you, or did you want to lead him yourself? He found his heart quickening at ever new possibility. When you finally allowed your eyes to open, they found him almost instantly. Locking eyes with you finally, Kento thought his skin was going to burst. Heart quickened, hand clammy, breath quick he searched for any reciprocation in your own eyes.

So when your eyes crinkle, following the line of your smile, so clearly directed right at him and only him, Kento can't resist but bring his hands to the sides of your hips.

The blonde man had been watching you since you got here. You noticed, Sophie noticed. As soon as you left the bar and staked your claim on an open hightop bordering the crowded but lively dance floor, she had jutted her chin toward him on the other side of the floor.

“Got one already.” she said impressed with your efficiency.

You turned to briefly meet his gaze, in just a second his gaze was so intense you could tell his eyes were honey brown and they were trained on you and only you, “oh come on. I’m sure he’s just checking everyone out.” you dismissed, still feeling the hot eyes on the back of your neck.

“He’s still looking at you,” Sophie marveled, “still looking…still…wow I don't think hes even trying to hide it.”

You knew. You could feel it, your heart raced. You had just barely looked at him but you had seen enough to see how attractive he was. A tall, broad frame, well cultivated outfit, neat, well styled hair, confidence and stability oozing from every pore. So clearly unabashedly interested. God, he was your type. Before you knew it most of your drink was drained, the nerves of being observed having made you suddenly parched. The liquid confidence settling in your system motivated you to pull Sophie to dance. You two found an open bubble in the sea of bodies and allowed yourself to release your lingering thoughts of the watcher.

That is, until you open your eyes once more, finding a pair of honey brown eyes begging for yours. It was him. He was less than two feet from you, he had sought you out. You couldn't help yourself, his interest and obvious enthusiasm brought a curl to your lips. Your smile locking him into a stare, you didn't flinch when you felt large, strong hands on your hips. It felt right, looking into his eyes the idea of not feeling him touch you felt preposterous. Your hips still followed the music, his soon joining their routine. His hands, once brazen, now stayed still and solid against your hips, moving with you, but never straying from their position. Emboldened by his sudden demure approach,wanting to reciprocate with just as much interested you turned, facing your back to him and pressing the curve of your ass against his hips, you thought you hear a soft groan exit his mouth. Once you had turned away from him, a bit of tension is relieved. You feel braver not looking him directly in the eye anymore. You grip onto one of his hands and trail it up your body, leaving the other gripping your hip harder and harder. Soon your back was fully against his chest, the music carried your pelvis, joined against his, everything else fell away as you guided his right hand across your body, side, hips, stomach and ass. His body felt so solid against yours, it was so solid against yours. He was an imposing figure, six foot or more, strong and cultivated build demonstrating both his personal strength and his own discipline. How you could have not noticed him here before was beyond you.

Nanami was hypnotized. From the moment you had looked him in the eye, he was hooked. Now that your body was flush against his, ass grinding into the front of his slacks, he couldn't think about anything else. He breathed hot against your ear as your fingers curled around his, sliding his fingers up from your hip to your stomach. It was so intimate, your leading his hand along your body, showing him exactly where you wanted his touch. You had your head cocked to the left, opening the side of your neck to him and moving your hair just under his nose, the smell of your shampoo was thrilling, he longed to run his fingers through your hair, to ruin your styling and pull. He wondered if you would let him brush it for you, wash it for you. He could learn exactly how you liked your routine, learn to style, learn to braid, anything to keep this smell close to him.

Behind his eyelids he wondered about your body, how your breasts would look, how your skin would flush through excitement or exertion, how wet you would get, how you would taste. He wondered, too, about your kiss, again thinking about how much tongue you would use, and if you would want to be in charge or him. A soft moan escaped his lips as he thought of your tongue sliding against his, directly against the shell of your ear. As if cued you spun around again, your leg slotted between his, allowing you both to move as one, grinding unashamed as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You can touch me yourself you know,” You could barely hear the music but Nanami knew exactly what you had said, “Or do you just like being told what to do.”

Your flirting sent a shock directly down his body, feeling his cock swell against the inside of his slacks, he slid his hands up the curves and folds of your back, your skin was so soft, he saw your lips part as he touched you. You were so reactive, he couldn't hear the caught breaths of the soft moans over the club’s speakers, but he watched as your eyes fluttered and your knees pulled tighter around him. One hand traveled down to the side of your leg, brushing down the side of your hip and ass to grip your thigh. The front strands of his hair had loosened and now hung freely in his face, a dark blush settled across his freckled nose and cheeks, one of your hands moved down his shoulder and onto his chest, he wished he had been more reckless and undone a few more buttons for you, he longed to have your fingers on his skin. But for now they held the collar of his shirt in their grasp, he longed for your eyes again, and as if you had read his find they met his own. He prayed you couldn't feel the way the eye contact had made his dick twitch, the blush deepening at the shame of being so crass in his attraction to you. Pulling him somehow even closer, he could feel your breath on his neck, he was panting a bit from the exertion of dance and the intense sexual tension. The song was beginning to end, and the DJ was already beginning to blend it with the introduction of the next song.

Seizing his opportunity, Nanami finally spoke his first words to you, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You nodded, smiling at him, he wanted to make you smile again and again, the warmth of your gazing making the stuffy club feel icy by comparison.

“Thank you!”, you moved a hand down his arm to join your hands together. Guiding him over to the bar. Your hand in his felt electric, you both could feel it. His large, work roughened palm against your own. They had fit together so naturally.

As you made your way over to the bar the music became less and less overwhelming, the pressing of bodies became less insistent. You turned your head to find Sophie, chatting to a few friends she had planned to run into, she caught your eye before giving you a knowing look and a thumbs up. You smiled and winked at her before turning back to the man behind you. You caught him at the end of turning his head from what looked to be a group of his own friends. All of whom were looking at the pair of you. One, particularly tall man with dark glasses was giving an encouraging thumbs up mirroring Sophie’s. You caught yourself wondering if your friends would get along, if he would get along with your friends, if you would get along with his. You didn't even know this man's name, you had barely spoken to him, and here you were ready to merge friend groups and make brunch plans. What the hell was going on tonight?

Finally reaching the bar right as two seats opened up, you both sat, giving your exhausted legs much needed refuge. The air between you two suddenly became thick, without the immediacy of movement you found yourself suddenly worried about how to engage him again in the heat you had just had.

“What do you like to drink?”, he started right as you offered a question of your own,

“So what’s your name..”

You both laughed for a second, the acknowledgement of shared nerves taking a little pressure off. His smile was reserved, seemingly unpracticed. But his eyes betrayed his warmth, you could see.

“Kento Nanami,” He answered your question first, fighting the urge to hold out his hand for a chaste and professional handshake. He lifted his eyebrows to signify it being your turn to answer, you told him your name, and his smile returned again, “That's a beautiful name.” he repeated it back to you, ensuring his pronunciation was correct, when in actuality he could have rolled your name in his mouth a thousand times and never tired of the taste.

“I’d love a gin and tonic,” You offered, answering his question, “Or whatever you’re drinking.”

Drinking, he was drinking. Suddenly he was aware of how much he had been drinking. Skin hot and red, probably sweating all over you, stinking of booze. He felt the embarrassment move throughout his body as he replayed his invitation to buy you a drink. Were you just being nice to him? Wanting to find a polite way to get away from him and return to your friend? He had been so casual, so unhindered.

God, he was an idiot

“Sorry to take you away from your friends, I understand if you want to go back.”He wanted to offer you an out, feeling himself try to straighten up and will the drunkenness out of him before he embarrassed you or himself further. But to his surprise, you cocked your head to the side, eyes narrowing to assess his change in demeanor. You could see right through him.

“Don’t get shy on me now, the nights just starting,” you offered a new, slyer smile, “isn’t it?”

He nodded slowly, the bartender finally rounded the bar top to take your orders. Nanami ordered your drink as well as one of his own, you added on the desire for some ice water. Once the drinks were down set, you offered him a little cheers, tapping your glass against his before sipping. The drink was cool and refreshing, the perfect remedy for the heat rising in your neck and face.

He was so handsome, from his carved cheekbones speckled with freckles, you wondered if they were anywhere further down his collar. His bottom lip was full and plump, parted slightly as he tasted his drink, with his face profile to yours you could see a small pink circle on the side of his nose.

“Do you wear glasses?”, you asked.

Nanami’s brows twitched slightly together, “I do.”

“You have those little impressions on your nose. From the bridge of your glasses.” You answer, without him having asked how you could tell, “I bet you look handsome with your glasses on.”

Nanami cursed himself for leaving his glasses in his coat pocket across the bar. He’ll never make that mistake again. Bringing the chilled glass to his lips, attempting to cover his smile. He feels so seen by you, the way your eyes move over every inch of him, he doesn’t know if he’s ever been observed so closely. It’s exhilarating, it’s terrifying. You’re terrifying. You’re exhilarating. You’re still looking at him. You’re looking at him expectantly. You asked him another question and he missed it. He scrambles through the last few seconds searching for what you may have said to him, and how he possibly could have missed it.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if those were your friends over there.” You pointed over his shoulder.

Nanami turned quickly, oh god too quickly, his head spinning a bit as his equilibrium struggled to catch up. Gojo was waving at him, gesturing broadly in unintelligible charades. Nanami felt his frustration flare up at both having been distracted from you and also having to once again decipher another one of Satoru’s riddles. At the meeting of their eye line, Gojo began to move over to where the pair of you were seated, Geto and Shoko sharing the weight of a stumbling Ijichi. The head vein began pulsing again, he ought to name it after Gojo the way he sets it off. Panic set throughout his body, he didn’t want you to meet his friends— or maybe he didn’t want them to meet you. Not yet. He didn’t want to risk ruining what hadn’t yet really started. Suddenly feeling very territorial of you, he turned back, once again sending his head swimming.

“Yes. Those are my coworkers. I’m not—“

“Nanamiiiiin. We gotta take Ijichi home, he’s already thrown up twice. It’s gross.” Gojo was already halfway through his sentence before reaching the bar.

You assessed the new crowd of faces. Odd faces, all so well built and specific. Between the tall man in the darkest sunglasses you had ever seen in an already dark bar, the lithe woman with purple eyeshadow and the most perfect beauty mark, and the embodiment of tall dark and handsome— you wondered what exactly Nanami did for a living. Was there some kind of work force that employed only the hottest people you had ever seen. It took you a second to notice the younger, far drunker man with his arm slung around the black haired man with the gauges. The white haired man was still talking to Nanami, maybe arguing, but they spoke too softly for you to hear specifics. Both were cut off

“So do you want a ride home or are you good here?” Gauges asked eyes moving between you and Nanami coolly, before readjusting his hold of the nearly asleep fourth man.

The woman tapped on her phone, seemingly uninvested in what was happening, now barely holding onto their friend.

The white haired man cut in before Nanami could answer, “you hit those drinks pretty hard, Nanami. We don’t want you getting taken advantage of.” His face turned toward you and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt them.

Wow, like really felt them, he was sizing you up, it was clear. It was confusing, his inflection was teasing-almost joking, but his energy was severe.

Nanami was seething, mortified by the intrusion and Gojo’s crass assertion, “I can get myself home.”

It would have sounded more convincing if the slurring of his voice hadn’t married the words myself and home into a mess. You noticed, realizing for the first time that you were much more sober than him. His friends noticed too.

Nanami cleared his throat before speaking again, “I’m a grown man, I don’t need you to babysit me, Gojo. I’m enjoying my evening. Please take Ijichi home.”

Gojo didn’t seem convinced, turning his face back to you and finally sliding the sunglasses down his nose to reveal the bluest pair of eyes you had ever seen. They nearly glowed in the dim club. This gesture caused the others of the group to stiffen up. The woman finally putting her phone down, Gauges eyeing him carefully, even Nanami drew in a tense breath.

“We quite like our friend Nanami, we wouldn’t want him getting hurt.” He spoke directly to you, between his height and your seated position he leaned over you slightly, “are you someone we can trust our friend with?”

Nanami was about to cut in but before he could you met those azure eyes with yours, “I quite like your friend too.,” you copied his inflection, “ I understand why you’d be wary of some stranger taking him home. Since you have your hands full, I’ll watch him for the night. If he decides he needs a ride home, why don’t I call you directly?”

Nanami felt his jaw drop, looking between you and Gojo carefully. He caught Geto’s eye, seeing him smile lightly. No one talked to Gojo like this. Shoko chuckled softly, impressed with your lack of fear in the face of their “strongest” friend. There was no way for you to know the risk you were taking, but it was thrilling nonetheless.

“That is, if he would like to join me back to mine?” You continued, looking away from Gojo and back to Nanami.

“I’d like that very much.” Nanami answered quickly, in any other situation he would be embarrassed at how eager he sounded, especially in front of his friends. But you wanted to take him home, you wanted to keep talking to him, he could see where you lived, maybe you would let him kiss you, or touch you again.

“Give me your phone.”

The request snapped Nanami from his fantasy. Gojo held his hand out expectantly. To his surprise you handed over your cell phone. Gojo typed quickly, “This is my phone number and where Nanami lives. If I don’t answer, stick him in a cab to this address. Okay?”

“Okay. It’s nice to meet you, Gojo.” You attempted to ease the tension created, “I promise you’ve left him in good hands and I’ll return him to you in one piece.” You smiled warmly at him, cutting through the attempts at intimidation, even offering a small wink to Nanami over his friend’s shoulder.

You didn’t back down, you understood why anyone would be concerned about leaving their drunk friend with a stranger. It was a testament to how much he cared, he seemed completely sober himself. Playing DD, you assumed, was not a role he took lightly. You respected his protectiveness, you had done nearly the same on many occasions. If this is what Nanami’s friends were like, you would definitely fit in. You glanced down at where Gojo had written in the notes app of your phone. A string of numbers— his cell, and an address, Nanami’s, and below that another line, just for you.

Be nice to him, he’s more sensitive than he looks :)

Yeah, you would get along with this one. You smiled up at him and Nanami both before the dark haired man slung the full weight of the now completely passed out bespectacled man on his back in an attempt at a piggy back, and smiled to you warmly,

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Kento. Have a nice night.” Before turning and leading the group toward the exit. Gojo handed off Nanami’s jacket before pushing his glasses up his nose and turning around to follow.

With no more company, the two of you were once again alone. Nanami struggled to collect his thoughts before you soothed him, “Your friends are nice. They seem to really care about you. How long have you all worked together?”

“We all went to high school together.”

“And you’re still friends? That impressive, I barely keep up with friends from that long ago.”

“We’re, sort of, stuck with each other.” Nanami started, caught in the trap of having to figure out some way to explain his job without, actually, explaining his job. Thankfully, you cut that conversational thread and moved forward.

“I hope I wasn't too forward. You don't have to come back to mine. I felt like we were just getting to talking and I didn’t want to cut it short yet. But please don’t feel obligated.” You wanted to assure him that he could proceed however he wanted to. Despite how hopelessly attracted to this man you were, you recognized your responsibility as the more sober party to remain respectful.

“No I want to!” He blurted, not thinking about his volume, quickly standing.

You laughed, “I didn’t mean now! If you want to stay and have another drink, or dance more, that's good too.”

His resolve was starting to crack, it had been nearly an hour since he first saw you enter the club. He wanted desperately to be alone with you, suddenly the club was too hot and too crowded and too loud. Everything was overwhelming, and the only thing he wanted to overwhelm him was you.

Still standing he stepped in toward you a sudden surge of confidence lowering his voice and causing his head to dip down to meet you at eye level, “I would, very much like to join you back at your place.”

His voice was dripping with want, the eroticism behind his words lidding his eyes and sending chills down the side of your neck. You let out a small shaky breath before standing up, chest nearly colliding with his, sending him back up to his full height.

“Let me tell my friend I’m leaving. Stay here.”

You nearly ran to find Sophie and your mutual friends at a table of their own. Leaving Nanami to settle his tab and wait patiently at the bar for your return. Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear the music. When you finally found her, you pulled her close to speak directly into her ear.

“I’m taking blondie back to mine. You all good here?”

She gave you a taunting oooh before smiling, “you really do work fast. Next time lets see if you can last two full hours before taking someone home.”

You rolled your eyes before giving her a tight hug and grabbing your jacket, “love you, text me when you get home.”

Waving to your other friends you turned on your heels and saw Nanami still standing at the bar patiently at the bar patiently. He hadn't pulled out his phone to pass the time, he simply waited, just as you had told him. God, if he could follow benign instructions like this so well, you can only imagine how well he would do with something more salacious. You had to relax, you knew nothing would happen tonight. He would come over and crash, and that was enough for now.

Nanami counted to six in his head over and over, trying to measure his breaths as though if he increased his oxygen intake he wouldn't be drunk anymore. The sides of his vision were fuzzy and dreamlike, ears hot, tongue a bit dry, all his physical indicators of intoxication were present. He paid his tab, the only things on it were your and his brief shared drink. Realizing that since Gojo( maybe Geto?) had purchased the earlier rounds, he actually had no way of knowing how much he had had tonight. What had he gotten himself into? His attempts to sober up proved inefficient because just as quickly as you had left, you were standing in front of him once more wearing your jacket and sliding your purse over your shoulder. You still looked so beautiful,

“Ready?”

He nodded, “Ready.”

And now he sat in the back of a cab, behind the driver, you on the other side. Had he remembered to open the door for you? Had you two waited outside for the cab to pull up long? A window had been cracked allowing fresh, night air to brush past his face. Your thumb ran over the back of his hand. You were holding his hand. He looked down to confirm that your fingers were interlocked with his resting on the middle seat between the two of you. They looked good like that, his long fingers laced with yours. How long had you been holding hands? Eyes wandering he saw the skin of your thigh where your skirt had ridden up, he wanted to feel your leg against his, the space between you in the backseat suddenly feeling cavernous.

“You’re so far away.” he mutters, not really intending to say so out loud.

Without saying anything you giggled and scooted closer to him, moving your joined hands into your lap and your leg right against his. You tipped your head up to look at him, he wanted desperately to kiss you. Just as he began to lean into your lips you stopped him with your fingers.

“Not yet.” was all you offered him as conciliation.

He nodded, lips still restrained by your fingertips. The faint smell of the lime you had squeezed into your drink still lingering. Even just having his lips on your fingertips sent his body into a frenzy. But he was a patient man. Drunk or not, he knew how to wait for what he wanted. Still, he allowed himself to indulge a little, he kissed your finger tips before pulling back with a sigh, nodding silently.

The rest of the drive was quick, or at least it felt quick. You lived in an apartment building and when the cab pulled up outside, you handed over a few bills before sliding out of the door closest to you. Nanami began to move toward his before it opened suddenly. You had opened his door for him and were now offering your hand to help him out. He stared up at you entranced, he felt romanced by you. It dawned on him that he had truly let himself be “picked up”. Taking your hand he exited the car and tried to think if he had ever had this happen before. Women approached him sure, men too, but whenever he allowed himself to spend the night with someone they had always come back to his place. It allowed him a sense of control, and thus comfort in a vulnerable situation. Vulnerability did not come naturally to him, not now anyway. He wasn't prudish or uncomfortable with casual sex, but he liked to remain the organizer of them. Much like everything in his life he liked it to remain under his control. But tonight, you had steered him right to your door and he was so willing, it dawned on him only once that maybe he could have gotten himself in a dangerous situation. He barely knew anything about you, he knew your name, and now where you lived, but the rest of you was a mystery to him. And yet here he was, following you down the hallway to your apartment door truly not caring what could be on the other side as long as it meant more time with you.

You hesitated at the front door, holding your keys in one hand, aimed at the lock.

“I want you to know I’ll call your friend whenever you like. If you decide you want to leave, you just say so and It won't be a problem. You won't hurt my feelings and it doesn’t have to be awkward.” It felt redundant at his point, but you couldn't shake the discomfort of having taken him home in this state. He had nodded off briefly in the cab, holding your hand tightly, before coming too and staring at you with wide eyes. You nearly backed off then and redirected the driver to the address his friend-- neigh, Bodyguard-- had written down. But then he had wanted you to come closer, and tried to kiss you. You knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but still he sought you out.

Gnawing the inside of your lip you looked up at him nervously, waiting for his response. Nanami looked down at you, his already drooping eyes still warm toward you, “I really like you. I think you’re beautiful. I bet you're a great decorator, can I please see what you’ve done to your apartment?”

His response made you laugh again. He Hadn't really answered you, but it was clear what he wanted. You weren't sure if he was intending to be funny, but nonetheless, the anxiety you had just felt slipped away once again and you turned the lock, leading him inside. You liked your apartment, it wasn't the nicest place available. But it was a two bedroom you could afford by yourself, with a good sized kitchen and small personal patio. Frankly, you were lucky to have even found it. You were a good decorator, and you were proud of the job you had done with the interior. A large, well managed and organized bookshelf along one wall with a recliner and side table, art along the walls you had collected since first moving away from home. A medium sized brown couch that was perfect for movie nights with Sophie or an afternoon nap. You had made a home here, and you were thankful for the chance to show it off.

“Wow…” Nanami’s voice sounded nice inside of your home.

“You like it?” you began to shed your jacket, hanging it on a tree rack by the door and clicking on a few lights. You offered to take his coat.

“It’s beautiful, so warm.” Nanami began to slip his jacket down his shoulder, suddenly realizing he didn't actually remember putting it on, “you did all of this yourself?”

You barely heard his question, distracted by the way his shirt stretched over the muscles of his back, “Uh.. yeah. I moved in about three years ago. So it's been a process but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out.”

You turned to hang his coat next to yours, even they looked cute together. He removed his shoes carefully, still stumbling a bit before he took a few steps into your apartment’s main room.

“Why don’t you take a seat.” you gestured to the couch

He sat gracelessly, cushion sinking more under him than he expected. His couch at home was pretty stiff, yours was soft and pliant under his weight. He steadied himself again, feeling embarrassed suddenly.

“I dont usually drink like this, I drink.. Just not so….like this?” He attempted to save some face in the wake of his stumble.

You stood by the edge of the couch before moving into the kitchen area.

“Are you hungry? I could make us something before bed.” You offered, more needing an escape from the building sexual tension than feeling any actual hunger.

“Oh I couldn’t put you out like that…” He started, feeling his limbs get heavy with comfort as the softness of your couch lulled him to lay down. It wouldn't hurt to just lay down a little, right?

“It's no trouble, really! We may feel better in the morning if we eat something now.” you called from behind him. Your voice seemed further away somehow as he pressed his cheek against the soft suede beneath him.

The couch smelled so good, like incense and home cooked food. He wondered if you had a pet he hadn't yet seen, or if you wanted one. Were you a dog person? Or did you prefer cats? Maybe you were one of those people into reptiles, he could learn to love one if you wanted him to. In this state he would do anything you asked him. Which was precisely why he wasn't getting the one thing he wanted from you, he buried his frustrated expression further into the couch. A small groan exiting his lips. Your hand brushed the back of his neck, rousing him back to attention.

“Kento, honey? You still with me?” your voice was so sweet saying his name, he wanted to hear it again. Once he looked up at you he saw you had a glass of water in your hand offering it to him, “Are you good to sleep in these clothes or should I look for something for you to wear?”

He was still in his dress clothes, not his work dress clothes, but not exactly lounge wear. His button up was stiff and pants had been well tailored, hell, he was still wearing his belt, “thank you.” he accepted the water, and by proxy your offer.

He was left alone in your living room. Slurping down the cool water he tried once against to regain his composure. Had he fallen asleep again just now? You seemed to have abandoned the idea of eating so he must have drifted off. This job really had run him ragged.

“They still may not be the right size, but they’ll work for the night I think.” You returned from the side room, presumably your bedroom, with a pair of black sweatpants, “They used to be my brother’s, but they've got some paint stains from when I redid the bathroom. Sorry I don't really have anything else.”

He accepted them graciously, setting the water down on a coaster before standing, “Thank you, this is all very nice of you. Letting me stay the night like this, I'm really not usually like this…”he started to repeat himself.

“It's really no trouble, it's been a long time since I let a man as handsome as you sleep on my couch.”

The couch. So he wouldn't be joining you in bed tonight. Part of him had hoped that even though he wouldn't be sleeping with you tonight, he could at least sleep in your bed, “The couch, huh?” His half awake state allowed the thought to slip out half formed.

“Mhm, the couch. You two seem to have really hit it off. I'm certain the drool puddle wasn't there when I left.” You pointed to a small wet spot on the cushion where his face had been.

Once again the embarrassment of his current state shot through his body like electricity, so he had fallen asleep again. He hung his head cringing at himself, “Oh jesus…I cant believe this.. I’m--”

You cut him off, “You really don't need to be sorry. I like having you here. And tomorrow morning maybe we can have coffee and talk some more. I hope you don't think I was just inviting you over to fuck you.”

His breath caught, “No, I- well.. I thought you--”

“I, of course, want to fuck you. And I don't really see any point in hiding it anymore now that you’re here. But it’s just not going to happen tonight. And I don't think I'll get a wink of sleep next to you when all I can think about is that. Does that make sense?”You were tired, you didn't want to be coy and demure anymore. You wanted to be frank and upfront about how you felt and what you wanted. Nanami nodded understandingly, although still a little surprised at your confession. You continued, “So, you’ll sleep here. I’ll sleep in my bed. I usually wake up at 8, the door to my bedroom is unlocked. If you need anything during the night, please don't hesitate to wake me up. The bathroom is the door behind you, you can change in there.”

Nanami was awestruck by your instructional tone, it sent his mind in a thousand directions; thinking of you telling him house work that needed to be done on the weekend, to you telling him exactly how to please you. He wanted you so badly, pants growing tighter, breath getting heavier. You stepped forward, nearly right up against his chest.

“I hope you're not too disappointed that I won't take advantage of you tonight.” Your voice soft.

“I respect your self control.” His eyes were locked on your lips, so plump and soft looking.

“I’m going to bed,”You leaned in closer, so close he could smell your perfume again, still as hypnotic as it was in the club, “Goodnight, Kento.”

You pressed your lips against his cheek. His body shuddered as your lips lingered there before you pulled away back on flat feet. Trying desperately to regulate his racing heart, Nanmi looked at you desperately.

“Goodnight.”

You turned back to the side room hitting a wall switch to extinguish the kitchen light before closing your bedroom door and leaving him in your dimly lit living room. He could still feel your lips burning on his cheek, he stood for a few seconds not wanting any other sensations that could potentially dull this one. Finally, he shed his pants, folding them haphazardly and setting them on your recliner. He sweatpants you had given him fit okay, the drawstring was broken so they hung pretty loose around his hips, showing just the elastic of his briefs. He undid the rest of his shirt buttons and folded it to stack atop his pants. He hoped you wouldn't mind, but he never slept with a shirt on. Honestly, he didn't usually sleep with pants on either, he already ran hot but sleeping was an entirely different story. Sleeping fully clothed almost always culminated in him waking up in a pool of sweat as though he had just broken a fever. Laying on his back on the couch he pulled a throw blanket over him, mind racing with thoughts of tomorrow.

In your room you stared up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You had returned to your room like every night, put on an old t shirt and shorts as you always did, washed your face and brushed your hair as though it was any old night, turned on your white noise and gotten into bed as if there wasn't the most attractive and charming man you had ever met settling in to sleep on your couch at this very moment. The nights events played and replayed in your mind on a loop, the intensity of his gaze across the floor, the way he had materialized right in front of you, the feeling of his body pressed up behind yours, his hands on your back back, his hand in yours, him asking to kiss you in the cab, him snoring softly on your couch, the way he had looked at you as he said goodnight. You had never felt so pulled toward another person before. It was far from a perfect night, on a perfect night you’d be fucking each other blind until the sun came up at this very moment. On a perfect night you wouldn't have even been in that club, you would already be his, spending romantic evenings reading and cooking. You wondered if he liked to read, what his favorite meals were, if he wanted pets, if he would want to move in here or if he’d ask you to move in with him. You recognized the street name of his address, he lived in a far nicer part of the city than you did. You wondered what his place looked like, if he had decorated it personally or if he had help. God, you haven't even asked if he had a girlfriend. You checked for a ring while you were dancing, but you got so caught up that the idea of a girlfriend hadn’t even crossed your mind. You rolled onto your side trying to relieve some anxiety, he didn't have a girlfriend. You met his friends, they were intense, sure. And sure, one of them had lightly threatened you, but it didn't seem like the threat was rooted in a fear of infidelity. It seemed like the threat came purely from a safety standpoint.

Were you being irresponsible? Was it smart of you to have brought him here so easily? You rarely brought hook ups here, almost always opting to follow them home and politely excuse yourself in the morning. You found yourself bending so many of your usual rules for him, giving your information to his friends, leaving the club so quickly, bringing him to your apartment. Nanami was so big and looked so strong, it probably wouldn't take a lot for him to overpower you. You had practically offered yourself to him on a silver plate. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to be afraid of him. You couldn't say that you knew him well enough to know he was safe, but you just…trusted him. And you felt that he trusted you too.

Your lips still tingled from kissing him. It was just a goodnight kiss, a simple gesture intended to convey continued interest but the end of the conversation around sex. You could call it chaste, even. And yet here you were, lips feeling electrified from a mere two second kiss on the cheek. Whatever product he uses in his hair smelled incredible, like honey or tobacco or sandalwood. Something organic and masculine. The soft sound of surprise he had let out when you touched the back of his sleeping neck resounded in your ears. His voice was so pretty, your mind attempted to conjure what he could sound like when he climaxed. If he would let out a low, husky groan, or if he would whine and beg you for more. You felt your pussy dampen at what your imagination offered you. Thoughts of him were consuming you, seconds moving by glacially as you begged for sleep to take over and bring the beautiful, sober light of day through your bedroom window. When it finally did your dreams were abstract but they were blue and honey and blonde.

Nanami could already feel his head pulsing before he opened his eyes. Oh God. When he finally did manage to pry his eyes open, he found himself not looking at his bedroom wall. He wasn't in his bedroom at all. He wasn't in his bed. Where the fuck was he? He sat up slowly, head pounding and back aching. He took in his new surroundings: he was on a couch, there were his clothes folded on the chair, he remembered taking them off, he looked to the coffee table and saw a glass of water mostly untouched with two small painkillers next to it. It must have been left there by you. YOU! This was your apartment, he had slept on your couch in your apartment! Memories of the previous night came screaming back against his aching head. The club, the shots, meeting you, dancing, you taking him home, you taking care of him-- oh god he was so drunk. Had he really fallen asleep twice? He was mortified. He didn't know if he could face seeing you. He remembered Gojo’s threats and his cheeks burned both in embarrassment and rage, where does he get off acting like some kind of guardian over him. Then again, if he was that drunk then maybe he needed it…maybe just not that one. He stood up on shaky, sore legs, even these pants weren't his. He needed to leave before he embarrassed you or himself any further. This was a mistake, he can't believe he let himself get so carried away, you must have thought he was some drunken fool who cant take care of himself. Maybe he was a drunken fool who couldnt take care of himself.

He unfolded his pants and wracked his brain for whether you had told him which door was your bathroom so he could change back into his own clothes. Just as he was trying to remember which door you had said led to the bathroom, you emerged from the side room yawning.

“Good morning!” You stretched a bit as you walked into the kitchen, “I hope you weren't planning on running off before I got out here. I set the coffee to make enough for two and if you don't drink part of it, I'll be buzzing for the rest of the day.”

The lilt of your laugh brought it all back. He knew exactly how he let himself get carried away. You were magnificent, even more beautiful in the morning light, hair undone, legs exposed under your sleep shorts, what appeared to be a well loved sweatshirt hanging off your shoulders. You took his breath away, he couldn't believe you were actually real. Not some dream his drunken state had conjured to torment him.

You were so grateful to have your back turned on him, it was stupid of you to assume he would have slept in that button up, and you hadn't given him a shirt to wear, despite having an extensive collection of oversized t-shirts that would certainly have covered him. But seeing him shirtless in your living room just for the duration of your walk from bedroom to coffee maker was enough to nearly make you falter right then and there. He was so, fucking, built. How does one even get a body like that, did he live at the gym? He hadn't really explained what it was he did for work, was he a trainer? You weren't really a big gym person, but you could be convinced to start going if it meant watching him huff and puff and sweat.

“Good morning. I don't know where to begin…”, His voice was the same as the previous night, low and smooth, but this morning it was more reserved, more even and controlled, “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out last night. I really can't believe my own behavior. I’m truly sorry.”

You turned to face him, you were expecting some kind of hangover induced remorse, but he sounded genuinely apologetic, as though he had imposed himself upon you rather than having been invited as a guest.

He continued, “I know it doesn't mean much, but I don’t go out very often. I had had a rough few weeks at work and my friends wanted to help me loosen up a bit. Apparently I did a little too good of a job with that part. I'm so sorry to have put you out, I hope your night wasn’t ruined by having to take care of me. I'm grateful to you, I'm just so…”

“How do you take it?” you cut him off before allowing him to apologize to you once again, turning back around to the two cups of coffee you had poured.

“Excuse me?”

“Your coffee,” you opened the fridge to see if you even had any milk to offer him.

“I--”

“I have sugar, or honey if you prefer, and then I don't have any cream but i do have oat milk. I usually take mine with one sugar. How do you take yours?”

Nanami was beside himself, mid flagellation, completely shut down and now once again having to ask something of you, “One sugar is perfect.”

You dropped about a teaspoon of sugar into each mug, giving them both a quick stir before setting the spoon in the sink and walking over to the couch to meet him. Getting close you saw that his freckles did extend down onto his shoulders. Small scatterings of cinnamon dusted on fair, even skin. You handed him one mug, your favorite mug actually, it was dark blue and hand thrown. You had bought it at an art fair when you first moved to town, you’d tell him that story eventually.

“I don’t want you to apologize to me. I’m glad I met you last night. And I’m glad you stayed over. And I'm especially glad you're still here now.” You took a seat on your usual spot on the couch, to the right of him. He was still standing, body facing the kitchen but face watching you intently, now holding his mug but not drinking. You patted the spot next to you on the couch. He sat down, silence fell between the two of you as you sipped your coffee again. He followed suit, the steaming drink already starting to soothe his hangover. He couldn't help the soft moan the escaped him, drinking down the relief of caffeine.

“Taste okay?” you checked in.

“Its perfect. Thank you.” he felt himself loosen up, his brain choosing to be kinder and remind himself of the parts of last night that had gone well. Making you laugh, making you smile, dancing with you, the smell of your hair, your lips on his cheek. You were sat facing him, back against the arm of the couch, legs curled in front of you, he sat up right with his feet planted on the ground, allowing his poster to relax a bit and lean against the back of your couch.

You took his relaxation as an opportunity to take him in. So this was what he was like in the morning: shyer, a bit stiffer, still so fucking handsome. His brown eyes were still a bit droopy with sleep (and likely a bit of light sensitivity), a light impression of the hem of your couch cushion had imprinted itself on his cheek, his hairstyle had fallen and his blonde strands now hung loosely in front of his face. And he still hasn't put a shirt on. His torso was like something in a museum. Strong, broad shoulders sat atop full, muscle built pectorals. The hair there was light and looked soft, it became darker and coarser leading down his toned stomach. You longed to run your tongue over every inch of him, but chose instead to sip your coffee and gawk somewhat openly. Finally the silence became too much and you spoke up again,

“When do I need to have you back to your bodyguard?” you teased sliding your knee to bump against his.

“My-- oh, Gojo, don’t worry about him. He’s likely forgotten all about it.” Nanami tried to cover up the hopefulness in his voice. “Do you have anywhere you need to be today?”

It was a Friday, it was plausible you would have to go into a job today, but he didn't know what you did for work so it was equally plausible that you, like him, were off. To his delight you shook your head, smiling coyly over the rim of your coffee cup, leaning back against the throw pillows he had arranged to rest his head last night. Feeling more confident now that he had shaken off the initial mortification, Nanami scooted closer to you on the couch, setting his mug down on your coffee table. He moved one hand to gently take your mug and place it on the coffee table beside his. He then put his hands at the top of your knees and pulled you closer to him, so you were nearly sitting in his lap.

“So I have a question.” He kept his hands on your legs as he spoke.

“Mm?” you were too stunned to form any actual words.

“Last night, you said something to me. Something about wanting to wait until this morning to fuck me,” he shocked himself at his boldness, “how do you feel about that now?”

Your eyes were wide, pupils nearly all encompassing as his hands touched your skin, this was the most you had touched since the dance floor. His fingertips felt like they were burning you, but the way a hot bath burns your skin just before it becomes relaxing.

This was it, you met his eyes, flicking down briefly to his lips, then back up,“I am still, very interested. What about you.”

Nanami moved one hand over your shoulder, to the back of your neck, leaning in so close you could feel his breath on your lips and he spoke, “I can't believe you made me wait all night.”

He pushed his lips to yours, finally feeling the kiss you both had waited so desperately for. His lips were so soft, the coffee you prepared lingering on both of you. His hand on your neck rose to tangle in your hair and yours reached out to find his neck, his shoulder, his hair-- fucking ANYTHING. He leaned over you slightly, catching a momentary moan and sliding his tongue between your lips, he found himself moaning, feeling your tongue slide against his. Your hands were on his back now, feeling the muscles flex and retract at every turn of his head or readjustment of his hands. The hand not on your head how found your waist, sliding up and down your form savoring every roll and bump and divot his fingers could find. Finally, fucking finally he could touch you, his lips slotted against yours over and over, allowing your tongues adjust and readjust, it was messy and desperate and so passionate, Nanami kissed you like he would never kiss you or anyone else every again. Like a man who knew he could die tomorrow and never again know the warmth of a kiss this intense. You pulled away briefly for air and before his hungry lips could pull you back down you started to remove your top. He met your hands half way and finished the motion for you, you hadn't put a bra on since waking up, opting instead for the thick sweatshirt instead. Your chest was now as exposed as his was. As desperate as he was to have your lips on his again, he took a moment to admire you. Your breasts were full, and round enough to fit perfectly in his grip, nipples hardened already in your exhilaration, still so reactive for him. He wondered if you were wet already, and if so- how wet were you. He couldn't wait to find out. He was staring, lost in his thoughts of how best to appreciate everything you were giving him. So much care, so much trust, your beautiful body. He wanted to know how best to show you what it meant to him.

You squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. Since you shed your top he was staring at you. You didn't mind it at first, but it was starting to make you self conscious. You weren't insecure about your body, but the intensity of his gaze, how you could nearly hear his mind racing, made you desperate to know what he thought. Finally he broke his gaze away from your chest, raising up one hand to hold your right breast firmly, he looked deep into your eyes moving to kiss you again, softer and more intimately but still just as passionate as before.

“So beautiful…” he said in between kisses, “Even better than I imagined. You’re so beautiful.”

You moaned against his lips as he massaged your chest. He redirected his kisses down the side of your neck, across your collarbone and right to the breast held in his hand. He kissed around the nipple before finally taking it into his mouth. A haughty moan was pulled from you as he sucked hard, eyes flicking up to watch you arch under his mouth. He moved to the otherside, and your hand took refuge in the short hair at the back of his neck. The cropped undercut left little to grip, so your nails dug lightly into his scalp. He moaned around your nipple, eyes rolling back slightly, and hips jutting into the couch involuntarily.

You marvel at his reaction, letting out a small chuckle before moving your nails across his hair again, “You like that?”

He nods wordlessly, mouth still full of you. He knew he was kissing hard enough to bruise, he didn't care. The taste of your skin, the feeling of your body under his, of your fingers in your hair had him feeling drunker than last night. He couldn't get enough of you, he was truly insatiable. He began to move to return to the first side of your chest when you pulled him back up to your mouth, kissing him hard.

“‘Need you.” you pleaded against him

“Need you too, so fucking bad.” He agreed, leaning back upright, and bringing you with him.

You pulled off and stood up quickly, your boobs bouncing as you moved, he would have been embarrassed of the sizable tent growing in the borrowed sweatpants, if he had had any remaining brain power to think about anything other than fucking you. But he didn’t. He stood up and followed you into your bedroom. You had a queen bed, a small wardrobe, a vanity table that appeared to double as a work desk and maybe moonlighted as a craft station. He couldn’t wait to find out what clothes went in what drawers, maybe eventually you would let him keep some of his work clothes here so he could spend the night on weekdays. You turned to face him before reaching the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down once again to kiss you. His hands fell to your exposed waist, the skin so soft and supple, they teased along the topline of your shorts, lingering to be told the next move. Without him having to ask, you nodded against his lips, and his hands dipped underneath the waist band, finding not underwear but only skin. His hands gripped into the meat of your ass, pulling moans from both of you. Your own hands had slipped down his stomach and began to remove the second hand pants from him as well. Finding the tangled up positioning complicated, you both pulled away briefly to remove the last of your clothing before you led him in climbing on the bed. He followed suit, ogling openly at how your body curved and folded and stretched with every motion. You were nearly serpentine the way your hips shifted climbing onto your bed. His cock was so hard between his legs, pre cum dripping onto your comforter as he followed your crawl. As you turned onto your back, he was right behind you, moving himself between your legs to meet your lips once more. A hand started on the back of one of your thighs, causing you to shiver deliciously.

“You're so sensitive.” He praised, sliding a finger feather light from your ass to the back of your knee.

You mewled unabashedly, proving his point. Finger trailing back down, his hands now gripped both of your thighs, he was on his knees before you, parting your legs further to finally, FINALLY look right at your glistening wet pussy. He nearly fainted at the sight. Lower lips parted to reveal the most beautiful, most delicious looking pussy he had ever seen. He couldn't stop himself, he leaned right down and planted a kiss directly onto it. His eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation, the taste, the smell, the feel of your pussy lips against his mouth, soft pubic hair brushing his nose and he gave a long lick from bottom to top.

“Thank you,” he was so grateful to you. For last night, for taking care of him, for being here this morning, for being here at all, he couldn't believe he had found you like this, and he planned to make the most of his chance.

Never in your life had you been thanked by someone eating your pussy. But here was Kento Nanami devouring you like he hadn't eaten in weeks and whimpering gratitudes into your wetness. You hadn't had time to even realize his intentions before he pushed his tongue between your lips, and once he had your brain had short circuited, causing you to assume the initial “thank you” had been all in your head. It wasn't until it was a mantra he clung to while increasing his ferocity that you realized he really was thanking you. Your hands flew to his hair again, this time pushing back the longer strands in the front that had gathered in his face. You pulled hard when he first sucked your clit into his mouth, the moan he let out sent vibrations up your body and added to the pleasure he was already giving you. Your legs were over his shoulders, your hands in his hair, his mouth was taking you apart one lap at a time, one of his hands found your breasts again, there was so much sensation it was like he knew precisely how to make you unravel before him.

Nanami didn't even realize he was rutting his hips into your mattress, his body desperately seeking friction to his painfully hard cock. He didnt think he had been this hard in years, he couldnt think at-fucking-all. The only thing on his mind was how good you tasted, how pretty you sounded above him, he wanted to hear you say his name, he wanted to make you say his name. He brought his free hand up and slid two of his fingers up and down your folds, getting them thoroughly wet before stopping them just in front of your already clenching hole.

“Do you want these?” his voice is even lower than before, mouth pornographically drenched in you.

You nodded helplessly, just looking at him between your legs threatening to make you cum. He gave a rough squeeze to the breast he held, “No.” he corrected, “ask me.”

You knew what game he wanted to play now, you knew he could tell how much wetter you had just gotten at his darker tone and rougher grip, the tiny showcase of his strength already sending your mind reeling to know how rough he could really get with you. But not right now, now you needed him, any of him, inside of you more than you needed air. So you’ll play along.

“Please, oh fuck please Kento, please put your fingers inside me, i need it. I need it so bad, please.”

More than pleased with your efforts, he slides his fingers into you, they go in so easily, youre so fucking wet. He resumes his meal, already itching to taste you again, now using his fingers to draw even more wetness out of you and onto his tongue. He curls his fingers slightly upward and your moans raise in pitch. He’s hit it, if he keeps this up you’ll cum in no time. You're panting, your moaning, you’re nearly screaming and Kento continues to thrust his long fingers into you, hitting your g spot with inhuman accuracy. You can feel it, you’re nearly there.

“K-Kento i’m..oh fuck i..I’m cumming of fuck I--”, a half scream-half moan rips through your lungs robbing you of the end of your sentence as he pulls your orgasm out of you. You're shaking, you’re pulling his hair, you’re repeating his name over and over until it's completely garbled in your mouth. He takes everything you give him, holding your hips down firmly so you stay connected to his mouth, not letting up with his fingers until he's satisfied you’re through the totality of your first climax. He continues lazy licks as you come down from your high, slowly easing out his fingers and sucking those clean as well.

From your spot on your back you look down at him still panting and dazed from cumming harder than you thought possible with another person. You and your trusty vibrator had made some good memories, but you never expected someone could make you cum like that on the first try. He knew it too, he could see it on your face as he savored the remnants of your cum on his fingers. You moved your hands to his shoulders, weakly pulling, urging him to come up to you. He followed your lead and moved his body over you. You could finally see how fucking hard he was. And how fucking big he was. Just by looking you had to assume he was seven or eight inches long, and he was thick, thicker towards the head than at the base, two pretty veins wrapped around him, the tip was so pink it was nearly red, sticky with precum and still weeping. It curved upward, wanting to rest against his lower abdomen, and the darker blond hair there that grew at the base of him. He clearly kept it groomed, it not being too long or unkempt, but you were grateful it was there. The monstrous thing would probably only look more intimidating without it.

He could see that you were doing the same mental calculations he had seen in every partner he had ever had, and he tucked away the immature arrogant pride and chose to instead kiss the side of your mouth, along your jaw, and up to the shell of your ear,

“It’ll fit, you're already so wet for me, and if it doesn't fit all in one go, that's okay. We can work our way up to it. Trust me.” He kissed your neck soothingly, and that was all you needed. You could already feel yourself dampening again, you wanted so desperately to please him, had just made you cum so hard, you had to at least try to settle the score. Finding his lips once again, you pulled him into another desperate kiss, this time trailing your hand down and wrapping your hand around his cock. Using his already collected precum to coat his shaft, you moved your hand up and down a few times, trying to find the right rhythm before his hand gripped your wrist sternly, forcing you to look him in the eye,

“I nearly came already just from eating your pussy, if you touch me like that I’ll cum right now and I have to be inside of you at least once before then.” he moves your hand away from him and above your head. You keep it there, although direction is ungiven, and he seems pleased by this. He moves to his knees between your legs, Wrapping your legs around his waist, he grips his desperate cock and slides it against your pussy, collecting as much arousal as he can. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he knows how big he is, he knows if he bottoms out without enough prep it won’t feel good for you the way it would for him, he wants you to feel good. He wants you to make that sound again. That pretty scream of his name and pure pleasure. You watch him as he becomes laser focused on the point where you'll be connected in mere moments, you feel honored, in a way to see him like this. He’s being so attentive, so thoughtful and he's making you feel so good. Your hand reaches up and touches the side of his face, and he leans into your palm, nuzzling into it.

“I trust you, Kento. Please, baby, fill me up, I need you so bad, please fuck me.”

He presses a kiss to the heel of your hand, the light breaks in your voice making cock twitch in his own hand, he can’t wait any longer, he begins easing himself inside. He tries, he really tries to go as slow as he can, but hes so fucked out and desperate he cant control his movements as well as he usually would. Feeling him push inside of you, you’ve never been so full in your life, he stretches you so nicely, a slight burn but the combination of foreplay and your first orgasm soothe any pain or anxiety you may have had. His eyes are closed, his brows are furrowed, lips parted and still wet. He looks so beautiful like this. You think he's finally gotten all the way in as he stops his movements, you couldn't be more wrong, his hands lift your hips up slightly, more aligned with his pelvis and he slides back out an inch, before pushing the rest of his length inside of you. You feel him against your cervix, you feel him along every inch inside of you.

Looking down at you, he finally opens his eyes, you look so beautiful filled with him. Mouth dropped open, a warm flush settling over your chest and neck, one hand gripping his arm tightly, the other buried in the blanket beneath you. He wants to keep you like this forever, he attempts to push even deeper, seeing how far you can really take him. Gasping your back arches away from his grasp, but he pulls you back to him.

“Just like this, take it all. Look at you, such a good girl for me. Taking every inch.” His praise coaxes you to relax again. He's so deep inside of you, it feels amazing, “You think I can move now, baby?”

You nod desperately. He starts a slow thrust, opening you up little by little. He's hitting every spot inside of you, you don't know how but you can already feel another orgasm building from just the first few thrusts.

“How do you expect me to fuck you properly, when she wont let me go.” he teases above you, sliding his fingers in a V shape along your innermost fold, right where you’ve gripped around him so tightly.

“‘Mm sorry.” you gasp out barely registering the conversation.

“Oh fuck,” he sputters, finally able to pull completely out before diving back in.

Youre finally warmed up enough for him to fuck completely. He pulls on your legs to place over his shoulder as he deepens his thrusts. Your moans are syncing with his, his movements are starting to become jerky again, trying to control himself as much as possible, Kento brings a thumb to circle your clit making you see stars behind your eyelids, when you open your eyes the only thing you can see his him, gripping onto you leg firmly, staring intently at how well you’re taking him, watching himself move in and out of you. He feels you start to grow tighter around him before you can even start to whimper out,

“Fuck, fuck, kento I---aughhh.” you came around him with no warning,the feeling of you pussy spasming and tightening around him is nearly enough for him to lose his own. He releases a deep moan.

“Where can I cum, please baby, fuck where do you want me to cum, i’m so fucking close.” he can feel the sweat dripping down his face, he’s so dangerously close to blowing it inside of you. He wants to so badly, but he needs to hear you want him to.

“Inside, please, inside me, i need you to fill me up, please fuck.”

Music to his fucking ears, he carried on with his thrusts as you continue begging him to cum inside of you. Your wicked tongue is so dangerous, anything you asked of him in this moment he would do, as long as it meant he could stay like this forever. His thrusts grow shorter, faster, more frantic, he’s truly rutting against you, so deseperate for release the only word on his lips is a repetition of “fuck” and your name. It sounds so good coming from him, like he was born to say it. Finally, he lets out a long strangled cry, coming from low in his belly. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as his release covers your inner walls. He thrusts a few more times, emptying himself completely before stilling his movements, still locked inside of you.

Heavy pants fill the room, cutting through the thickened air. Nanami collapses over you, resting his head on your chest, the sound of your heart quickening underneath him cutting a smile into his face. You brush the front of his hair off his head once more, cycling your fingers through the sweat-dampened strands. Contented, satisfied sighs escaped both of you, neither of you spoke, neither of you wanted to, not wanting anything to break up this bliss of this moment.

Morning light dripped through your window curtains, golden rays illuminating his features, the freckles on his cheeks, the soft wrinkles by his eyes, a small scar cut into the arch of one eyebrow. He really was beautiful, you wondered how many people had gotten to see him like this. A man of his stature, his strength, completely unguarded. One of his large hands found yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing your fingers, so sweet, so intimate. You really could fall in love with him. Finally, he looked up to face you, eyes catching the light and turning gold, he winced lightly, still feeling the sensitivity of his hangover. You flattened your palm in the path of the sun’s beam, offering his tender eyes solace in the shade. The gesture is short lived as he moves up to press his lips against yours again, his still buried cock shifting and igniting your inner nerves once again. Feeling you begin to tremble, Nanami wills himself to pull out and move onto his back next to you, one large arm wrapping around you, desperate to not be parted from you for even a second. You rest your forehead against the side of his neck snuggling up to his side. His smell fills your nose, the lingering cologne that you first smelled on the club’s crowded floor, mixed with something so uniquely and naturally him. You felt his lips press onto your forehead, arms pulling you tighter to his side.

Kento was the first to break the silence, “would you want to have dinner with me tonight?”

Your lips curve warmly already imagining how handsome he’ll look like in a nice restaurant, candlelight flicking over his face, maybe he’ll even wear his glasses.

“I’d love that.”

Author’s notes:

Okay thank you guys! I hope you enjoyed!I know I did, I know I said it earlie but I haven’t written in forever so I would love to hear some feedback! Don’t be scared, I know I can take it!

it’s up on Ao3 too.

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skulla-rxcks · 3 months ago

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Gaping guns

Paring: ot8 x afab reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: gun fucking, face fucking, PIV, unprotected, group s3x

Day 12 of ktober - You wake up in a random house and agree to have sex with a group of men, not knowing that it would be the most pleasurable experience of your entire life.

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THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

I’m walking back my car after doing my weekly grocery shopping, all the heavy bags I’m carrying hurting my arms, they’re definitely going to leave marks. As I continue walking I can’t help but wonder why I parked so far away, yeah sure the parking lot was full but could I at least have found a spot closer? my feet move along the concrete dragging myself along. Suddenly I feel someone or something grab me from behind. I fall onto the concrete behind me and hit my head, completely blacking out.

I wake up on a rich velvet covered house in what seems like a fancy dining room, I rub my eyes and sit up, looking around. there’s eight men sitting around the room I’m in, are they the ones who brought me here? I wonder. “you’re awake. finally.” one of them says in a deep Australian accent; his hairs blonde with a strong but petite build. “what happened..?

where am I? who are you guys?” I ask him, my eyes scanning the other men in the room as I wait for an answer.

“don’t worry about that now,” another man replies to me, he also has a similar accent to the guy who woke me up, but a bit more buffness in this build, his biceps popping out of his tank top.

“we’ll take you home if you let us fuck you, yeah?” fuck me? hopefully not all eight of them,, right? “would you let us use you, bunny?” one of the eight says. “I.. okay. but what are your names so I know what to.. scream?” I ask, crossing my legs as I sink into the couch. “Chan, Felix, Han, Seungmin, Jeongin call him I.n if easier, Hyunjin and Minho, oh and I’m Changbin.” the one who called me bunny says, Changbin. “okay.. I’ll try remembering all of your names.” I respond. “good girl.. take off your clothes for us.” Chan says with his thick accent, walking behind me and putting a gun to my head, threatening to pull the trigger if I don’t. the gun intimidating me enough to make me strip right then and there. “undergarments too.” Han giggles, walking up to me with a knife, cutting my underwear and bra off with a quick swipe before pulling the ripped material from my body.

“legs open. princess.” He adds, his strong hands forcefully pulling my thighs open to reveal my already wet pinkish cunt.

Chan kneels down infront of me, licking a stripe down my soaked folds. “what are you.. nngh..” I moan out, the sensation of being touched by his tongue making me whimper already. “I’m tasting you baby girl.” He chuckles, spreading my folds open and thrusting 2 fingers inside of me, curling them up and finding my g spot almost immediately.

“Fuck!” I gasp. “We’ll do that soon enough baby.” He replies, making a joke out of my moans.

“Who wants her first? And which hole?” He asks the rest of the boys; Changbin says he wants my ass, Felix says my pussy and Jeongin says my mouth. I thought they’d all use me separately but I was wrong as I see the three men walk towards me while taking their pants and boxers off as well as their shirts. All of them seem to have amazing bodies, abs, muscles and perfectly fit, you can tell they work out quite a bit.

Chan moves away and stands behind me again, watching as the three boys position themselves at the entrance of my holes. I moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain as all of their dicks impale me at once; Changbin’s making me whimper the most,

I’ve never had anything in my ass before so it feels like he’s ripping me open. “Fuckk..~” I cry, my words muffled from Jeongin’s cock in my mouth, I hear him gasp as my words send vibrations throughout his length. Felix starts moving inside of my pussy, his cock rubbing slightly against Changbin’s through the small barrier of skin. “Dick… so much… mmgh!” My eyes roll back as all three of them start penetrating my holes, my entire body shuddering at the sensation.

The rest of the boys are watching, staring at the scene with lust filled eyes stroking their own dicks as they watch my body get absolutely destroyed.

Chan leans over and takes out his gun again, rubbing it against my clit, adding to the pleasure these strange men are giving me. Minho comes over, tired off waiting he rubs himself against my breasts, beginning to leak all over my chest, his groans adding to the noise we all are making as he rubs his dick against the soft skin repeatedly.

“I’m gonna fucking cum!” Felix blurts out “can I fill you up?” He asks, I shake my head in response. No. What If I get pregnant? As much as I’d love my womb being filled up with Felix’s seed I sadly have to say no. He ends up pulling out and cumming all over my stomach, leaving my pussy gaping while Jeongin and Changbin are still going at my mouth and ass.

Hyunjin begins to walk over, taking Felix’s place and beginning to penetrate my pussy, thrusting way harder than Felix did, making the sound of skin against skin echo in the room. Jeongin fills up my mouth with his warm salty semen, not pulling out until I swallow it all; Seungmin pushing him aside and using my mouth now.

“So pretty..” Chan giggles, slapping his cock against my face as he watches me get violated by his friends, watching and paying attention to every thrust filling up my holes, and every groan and moan that we all are making, as well as the noises of Changbin’s and Hyunjin’s balls slapping against me. “Stay still..” Changbin Groans, wrapping his hand around my neck as he fills up my asshole with his thick seed, the feeling of his cum in my ass making me feel all warm inside. in the meantime Minho stops rubbing against my breasts and takes my ass instead now, thrusting harder and harder until he releases his load inside of me, Hyunjin follows after and then not soon after Seungmin does too.

Everyone’s Either filled me up or their cums stained on my skin, just as I thought we were done Chan pushes the boys away and commands for them to sit down - as if he’s their leader or something. “I’m not done with you yet.” He says, standing in front of me, kneeling down before shoving his gun into my vagina thrusting it in and out of me. “C..chan..? That’s a gun not a.. a dildo..” I tell him, earning a chuckle from him in response. “I know that, but I’m going to use it as one.” He shoves it in me deeper and deeper making me squirm until I cum all over the gun, hopefully not ruining it.

“Bend over the couch, get into doggy. He demands, I do as he says, bending myself over the arm of the chair, arching my back as my ass sticks out for him. “Good girl” he smirks before pushing into my vagina, thrusting himself in and out of me at a rapid pace. Using one of his hands to squeeze and play with my ass, while using the other one to slowly finger my ass before bringing up the speed to match it with the pace of his thrusting. I moan in pleasure, tears forming in my eyes as he uses me; fucking me harder and faster than any of the guys did. It could just be that he’s extremely fucking horny or that his dicks bigger than the others. Either way, I don’t care. “Chan..!” I cry, tears running down my face, wetting my cheeks with a hint of a glistening sparkle from my makeup as my mascara and eye shadow runs down my cheeks with them.

“You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum inside this little tight cunt.” He says, growling into my ear.

“No.. I’ll get pregnant!” I call out. “So? I’ll get you plan b pills after this. Just need this right now, need to cum inside this slutty cunt of yours it’s the only part of you that hasn’t been filled up yet.” Chan groans, pushing his cock deeper into my pussy. “A-ah. But.. b-b-but..” I try to reason with him but I can’t he’s too deep inside me for me to complain about it, I look over at the rest of the guys who are now pleasuring each other; sucking and jerking each other. Some of them even kissing. But I can’t seem to focus on that now, all I can take in and focus on his dick penetrating my pussy, Chan’s dick to be exact.

“God you’re so cute.. can’t even talk! Fuck I’m gonna.. I’m gonna fill you up with my seed, take it, take it all you slutty bitch!” He screams out as he releases himself inside my cunt. When he pulls out I moan, feeling empty again.

“Gonna go get the pills now.. if you’re still horny maybe have another round with the boys..” Chan chuckles as he walks out the door to get the contraceptives. I nod and walk over to the rest of the boys, wanting to. No. Needing to be fucked one last time.

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kashixxx47 · 3 months ago

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A fun little fanfic?

Guy's so.. I was think about making an Halloween costume fan-art so that'll probably be the coming up post for y'all and also I was hoping you guys wouldn't mind if I post fan art n fan fiction right?

Here's a little fan fiction I wrote

( don't mind if it's a little out of character huh)

[ n let me know if I should continue writing k]

(↑ it's taken from pin btw)

Fanfiction Outline for Kakashi x Y/N: "Steamy Encounters"

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Mission

Summary: Kakashi and Y/N are assigned a joint mission involving reconnaissance in a remote mountain village famous for its hot springs. The village harbors strange rumors about chakra-infused waters. While staying undercover at the hot springs, they both begin to realize their feelings, but in a hilariously awkward way.

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Mission

The morning sun barely peeked through the high windows of the Hokage’s office as Y/N stood in front of Tsunade’s desk, waiting for her mission details. She shifted slightly, glancing around the room, trying to look focused. But her thoughts were drifting somewhere else entirely.

“Y/N, are you paying attention?” Tsunade’s voice pulled her back to reality.

“Yes, Lady Hokage,” she replied, straightening up.

“You’ll be going to Hotsuki Village,” Tsunade continued, unfazed. “There’s been talk of unusual chakra activity around the hot springs there. Your mission is to go undercover, investigate, and report back. Nothing too difficult.”

Y/N nodded, her mind finally back in the moment. Undercover at a hot spring? That didn’t sound bad at all. She could use a break, especially after the last mission.

“There’s one more thing,” Tsunade said, a glint in her eye. “You won’t be going alone. Kakashi will accompany you.”

Y/N froze for a second. Kakashi? Of course, it had to be him. The legendary Copy Ninja, calm, mysterious, and impossible to read. They’d been on missions before, but the thought of spending days at a hot spring with him felt…different.

Before she could say anything, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Ah, I see I’m right on time.”

Kakashi appeared at her side, his usual lazy posture in full effect, one hand holding the latest volume of Icha Icha Paradise. He offered her a sideways glance, and though his face was masked, Y/N could swear she saw his eye crinkle in amusement.

“Ready for some R&R, Y/N?” he teased, his tone light.

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck. “It’s a mission, Kakashi. Not a vacation.”

“Of course, of course. Let’s go then, shall we?”

The trip to Hotsuki Village was quiet, though not without a few moments of awkwardness. Y/N had never been particularly good at small talk with Kakashi. He always seemed to be in his own world, making it difficult to know what he was thinking.

The village itself was nestled between two large mountains, and the scent of sulfur and steam hit them as soon as they arrived. The hot springs were famous throughout the land, and the village was bustling with tourists.

“We’re supposed to go undercover,” Kakashi reminded her as they checked into a local inn. The innkeeper, an older man with a crooked smile, handed them a key. Y/N didn’t think much of it until they reached their room.

“One room?” Y/N blinked, staring at the single bed.

Kakashi scratched the back of his head, looking unfazed. “Looks like we’ll have to make do.”

Before she could protest, he was already placing his things on the far side of the room. “I’ll take the floor,” he said nonchalantly. “You should get some rest. We’ll check out the springs tomorrow.”

Y/N felt her face heat up but nodded stiffly. She didn’t trust herself to say anything without stammering.

The next day, they arrived at the largest hot spring in the village. Tourists were lounging in the steaming water, and the sound of relaxed laughter filled the air. But beneath the surface of relaxation, Y/N could feel something off.

“I can feel it too,” Kakashi murmured, standing close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body next to hers. “The chakra is strange. Almost… alive.”

“Maybe we should investigate further,” Y/N suggested, glancing around. “But without raising suspicion.”

Kakashi gave her a lazy smile. “What better way to investigate than to experience the springs ourselves?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Wait, you mean—?”

Before she could finish, Kakashi was already stepping toward the entrance, waving at her to follow.

Moments later, Y/N found herself submerged in the warm, steaming water of the hot springs, a towel loosely wrapped around her body. The water was soothing, but the chakra felt like it was dancing against her skin, prickling with strange energy.

She glanced at Kakashi, who sat a few feet away, his mask somehow still in place even in the water. His eyes were closed, but she could tell he was just as aware of the strange sensation as she was.

Suddenly, the water bubbled. Y/N felt something brush against her leg, and she tensed.

“Kakashi, did you—”

But before she could finish, the water surged again, and with a splash, Y/N was suddenly pulled underwater.

End of Chapter 1

What do you think of this start? I can continue with the next chapters where they dive deeper into the mystery, and their relationship starts to develop more?

Ty ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

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anotherjheastan · 26 days ago

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Another Complicated Love Story

A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

Chapter 2 Part 2 | Masterlist

CW mentions sex, fluff

Author’s Note: Rhea’s dreams at the end are related to the last movie they watch in case you haven’t seen it.

Chapter 3: Girls’ Night

Saturday, December 7, 2024

“Rhea!!!” Naomi cheered after she opened the door.

“Naomi!!!” Rhea replied excitedly. They hugged. Naomi moved to the side to let Rhea and Jey in.

“Hi Jey,” Naomi said matter-of-factly.

“Hi Naomi,” Jey said. “Nice to see you too.”

“I see you all the time,” Naomi said. “Big Momma! We’re gonna have fun.”

Jimmy greeted Rhea and Jey. Jey set Rhea’s bag down by the couch. Rhea was looking forward to hanging out with Naomi. It had been a while since she had a girls night, not to mention a sleepover. Jey and Jimmy would be going over to Jey’s to hang out and they would spend the night there. Jimmy still had to take it easy with his broken toe. Rhea ignored the tiny ache of sadness in her heart. She and Jey had been inseparable since Thursday. This would be their first night apart. She felt ridiculous for being even a little sad.

Rhea stood close to Jey in the kitchen while he got the two of them something to drink. Naomi and Jimmy were in the kitchen not too far away from them mumbling something. Jey handed her a glass of lemonade.

“Thanks,” Rhea said, smiling. She took a sip.

Jey smiled and drank from his glass.

“Oh y’all finally had sex,” Naomi said.

Jey made a weird gurgling sound and started coughing. He put down his glass. Rhea looked wide eyed between Jey and Naomi. Her face went red.

Naomi held out her hand and Jimmy sighed. He pulled out his wallet and gave her a twenty dollar bill.

“How did you know?” Rhea asked. She pushed down a memory of a similar conversation she had had with her mom a long time ago.

“Y’all are moving differently now,” Naomi said. “Y’all are both way more relaxed. Anyone with eyes can see it.”

“Not me,” Jimmy said. “I lost $20. I also said not to say anything right now.”

“Are you okay?” Rhea asked Jey. She rubbed his back.

He nodded. “Well, maybe we should head out, Jim.”

“Yeah especially since y’all were late,” Naomi said. “Is that what y’all were doing?”

Rhea looked at the floor, trying not to laugh. Because that was, in fact, why they were late. Jey rolled his eyes.

“Nae, you gotta chill,” Jey said.

“I’m sorry,” Naomi said, holding her hands up.

“Don’t let her bully you,” Jey said, pulling Rhea to him, his hands resting on her hips.

“I won’t,” Rhea said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Have fun.”

“You too,” he said.

They kissed and Rhea felt the ache in her heart grow a little bit.

“See you in the morning,” he said. Rhea could tell he was gonna miss her too.

“Bye,” Rhea said.

Naomi hugged and kissed Jimmy goodbye and the boys were off.

“So things are going well?” Naomi said as they sat on the couch.

Rhea sat down next to her, lemonade in hand.

“Yep,” Rhea said, smiling.

“Are y’all official yet?” Naomi asked, grinning.

“No,” Rhea said.

Naomi let out an exasperated sigh and Rhea laughed.

“We’re just not ready yet. Or maybe it’s more on me,” Rhea said. “But it’ll happen soon.”

“Don’t let me or anyone else pressure you. I’m just rooting for y’all.”

“Thanks Nae,” Rhea said. “How are things with you and Jimmy?”

“They’re good,” Naomi said. “I can’t complain.”

“Sorry about your match yesterday. You know Jey and I were rooting for you.”

“Thanks, Big Momma. I’m not worried. My time is coming.”

“We’ll both be holding gold soon,” Rhea said.

Naomi put her arm around Rhea’s shoulders. “Can’t wait to see you kick Raquel’s ass on Monday. That will make me feel better.”

Rhea laughed. “I got you.”

“So are we still watching these movies? Smile 2 and Meet Me Next Christmas?”

“Yep,” Rhea agreed.

“Wait, let’s get comfy first.”

They went and changed into their pajamas and Naomi pulled out some blankets. They settled into the couch. They played Smile 2 first. Naomi was jumping and holding onto Rhea, but at the end, Naomi said she actually liked it.

While getting popcorn and wine ready for the next movie, Jimmy and Jey sent them some silly pictures. They were grilling by Jey’s apartment. The food did look good. Naomi texted Jimmy, telling him to bring home a plate.

Jey sent Rhea a message: Missing you already 🖤

Rhea smiled and replied: Missing you too 💙

“Now I have those goofy pictures don’t have you smiling like that,” Naomi said.

“He said missing you already. I told him I missed him too,” Rhea said.

“Aww y’all are so cute! You really like him.”

“I love him,” Rhea said, staring at her phone. When she realized what she said, her head snapped up at Naomi, who was standing there with her mouth open.

“I didn’t…I-I…don’t say anything, please Naomi,” Rhea said. “I haven’t said that to him.”

“I promise I won’t tell,” Naomi said.

“Not even a hint?” Rhea asked, holding out her pinky.

“Not even a hint,” Naomi agreed, linking her pinky with Rhea’s.

“Besides, it’s way too early,” Rhea said, after they separated. “We’re not even together.” She gulped down a lot of red wine.

Instead of placing the bottle back in the fridge, Naomi refilled Rhea’s glass.

“If that’s how you feel, that’s how you feel,” Naomi said. “Life is short and the world’s a little wild…I’m not rushing you. I’m just saying.”

Rhea ate some popcorn and sighed. She couldn’t believe she said that. She had thought it a few times when she and Jey were together, but she never imagined it would just slip out like that.

As Rhea and Naomi settled into the couch for the rom com, she tried to ignore the nervousness she felt. Rhea was wondering what would happen if she slipped up in front of Jey? She should just tell him now? What if he ran?

Naomi touched Rhea’s shoulder and Rhea’s thoughts quieted. She looked at Naomi.

“I know rom coms aren’t your favorite, but we just started the movie and you look like you’re gonna vomit. What’s wrong? Is it the L-word situation?”

Rhea nodded. “What if I say it in front of Jey?”

“What if he says it back?” Naomi asked.

Rhea felt a knot form in her stomach. “I’m just not ready.”

Love meant a serious relationship. Love meant trust. And betrayal and heartbreak loomed nearby. But she could trust Jey. She did trust him. Didn’t she?

“Forget Jey. Jimmy who? This is girls night. Let’s watch this rom com cuz it’s been on my list. And then we can do some karaoke. I’ll even be brave and let you put on another scary movie.”

Rhea smiled. “I’m good. Karaoke does sound fun though.”

“Bet,” Naomi said.

They watched the rom com. Tipsy on wine and full of popcorn, they pulled up karaoke songs and sang and danced for a good hour.

Naomi ordered some wings and fries. They let Law and Order SVU reruns play while waiting for the food, trying to decide their final movie for the night.

“Ooo have you seen Everything, All Over?” Naomi asked.

“That’s a movie?” Rhea asked, laughing.

“No, it’s...Everything, Everywhere, All…at Once?”

“No.”

“It’s great. You’ll love it. If we stay awake,” Naomi said.

“Cool. Let’s watch it.”

Naomi fell asleep halfway through the movie. Rhea enjoyed it. It was surprisingly heartwarming even if it was a little weird, but Rhea liked weird. Rhea’s eyes felt heavy as the credits started rolling. They hadn’t planned on sleeping the couch, but fortunately it was big and comfortable. Jimmy and Jey were talking them out for breakfast tomorrow. She smiled thinking about Jey. She fell asleep and dreamed about her and Jey having hot dog fingers. Then they were both rocks and a little bubble appeared above his head that said “I love you.” A bubble appeared above Rhea’s head that said “You rock.”

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violettduchess · 3 months ago

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A/N: My gift for the incredibly talented @dicenete 💜 as part of the excellent @flash-exchange

Prompt: Make It Quiet

Clavis x Reader

WC: 552

“Ah…..there you are. I was just wondering where the brightest jewel in this sea of noble gemstones had ventured off to. I have been speaking to some of our esteemed guests and I’m sure you would have delighted the Azurite prince–”

“You have to come with me.”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my, my lamb seems rather impatient. Don’t you want to have a quick dance? The orchestra is just finished warming up and–”

“C’mon.” You seize his hand, a prisoner held tightly in your satin glove.

“What a delightful turn of events. Are you perhaps hungry -Pardon me, sir- Yves has outdone himself overseeing the food -Excuse me, madame- although it lacks originality if you ask me-…Um…Darling? This is an exit.”

“Exactly. Come along.”

“I see I never knew the true strength of your grip. You are very insistent, my love. My, how dark the hallway is compared to the bright lighting of the ballroom. Are you sure–”

“Just a little further.”

“Your laughter tells me I shouldn’t be so suspicious. What sort of adventure is my sweet one taking me on? I- Wait, why are we stopping? There’s nothing here.”

“Wrong. THIS is here.”

“An alcove? Are you sure, sweetheart? There isn’t even a statue or painting or decorative anything! It’s nothing but darkness.”

“So perceptive. Come closer.”

“Have I mentioned how astoundingly strong your grip–”

“Stop. Talking.”

Shrouded by the shadows of the alcove, you cover his mouth with yours, fingers curled into the soft velvet of his lavender lapel.

Clavis does not speak. He can’t. He is powerless in the face of your radiant desire. All he can do is return your fervent kisses. He wasn’t entirely wrong about your appetite. Each kiss is hungrier than the last. His back is soon pressed against the smooth, cool wall, a startling contrast to the hastening heat of your body which he can feel through your layers of silk and brocade.

You graze the elegant line of his neck with your lips as you speak.

“I saw you talking to all those people-”

“Esteemed guests, my sweet,” he gasps, his hands grasping at the folds of your voluminous gown as if he needs something to hold on to, lest he fall.

“And you looked so…..” You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite, just hard enough for him to inhale sharply. “So at ease, in your element. So collected and calm.” Your hands slide down his sides, slip inside his waistcoat. “I suddenly had the burning desire to see you….unsettled.”

Your hands slide down further, over expensive silk and shiny golden buttons and butter-soft leather and metal buckles.

Is he….trembling?

“I believe,” he says breathlessly, “you are getting what you desire, my darling.”

Your smile is hidden in the darkness but he can taste it on your lips.

“Almost.”

“Ah….my love…..” He is losing this battle, falling backwards off the cliff of reason and hurtling towards the sea of no return. “Anyone….could walk by.”

But you both know his protest is hollow as his hands are already under the heavy folds of your skirts, gripping your thighs, pulling you towards him.

”Don’t worry, my prince,” you murmur against his ear, a music that rivals the greatest of orchestras. “We’ll make it quiet.”

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candycandy00 · 3 months ago

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Finding Love in a Zombie Apocalypse - A JJK Interactive Romance Fanfic Round 6

Read the details about this event here!

Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5

During a zombie apocalypse, you meet a group of seven handsome men. Which one will you choose to be your survival/romantic partner?

This is the last round of voting! The last man standing will get a smut chapter!

Vote for the man you want to be eliminated! The man with the most votes will not be killed off in the story, but he will be removed from all future polls and his branching story will be closed off!

Reminder: Vote for the man you DO NOT want to survive with! You are voting someone OUT!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Gojo:

The rest of the drive to the military bunker is mostly quiet. Geto has finally convinced Gojo to stop playing music and has remained focused on the road ever since. Gojo himself, by contrast, doesn’t seem tense at all. His silence seems to be nothing more than an attempt to humor you and Geto.

Is he really that confident? To the point that he’s not worried at all about taking on armed soldiers? You’re not sure if that makes you feel better or worse about the plan. You can’t shake the image of him tearing through zombies like he was possessed. The thought of him doing that to living humans gives you chills, even if they are bad people.

“Hey,” Gojo says, breaking his silence. You look up at him and he says, “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Thanks,” you say, feeling slightly more relaxed.

The truck slows as Geto prepares to turn off the highway and onto a nondescript dirt road. By now the sun has set and the sky is a rich dark blue, dotted with tiny stars that shine so much more brightly now that very few places still have power.

Finally the bunker comes into view, illuminated by the headlights of the truck. It’s smaller than you expected, but still impressive. Maybe you were expecting a whole army base, or maybe it’s much bigger on the inside. It’s mostly underground, right?

There’s a metal door, but otherwise there doesn’t appear to be any other entrance. It would certainly be easy to defend.

After Geto parks, the three of you climb out of the truck. As soon as your boots hit the slightly damp ground, your nerves kick into overdrive. There’s no turning back now. You’re actually doing this.

Gojo opens the trailer and speaks with the men inside, but none of them climb out. Part of the plan is keeping them hidden for now. It’s important that the soldiers don’t get spooked. They need to think your group is small and non-threatening. One look at Sukuna would wreck that part of the plan.

Instead, Gojo and Geto unload several duffel bags full of food they took from the grocery store. They carry them to the door of the bunker and then Gojo begins knocking on the door, as if he’s a neighbor there to borrow a cup of sugar.

You hang back a few feet, partially behind the men. Tension fills the air as you wait for a response. After several minutes of Gojo knocking incessantly, some sort of intercom crackles to life above Gojo’s head.

“Step away from the door!” a voice commands.

Gojo looks up at the speaker. It looks like there’s a small camera there as well. “Can we come in?” Gojo asks, his tone friendly and casual.

“No civilians allowed. Leave.”

“In that case, you come out here,” Gojo replies. When no response comes, he resumes knocking on the door, this time louder.

“Get away from the bunker!” the voice yells, sounding a bit frantic. “You’re gonna draw the dead here! If you don’t leave immediately, we’ll open fire!”

Gojo sighs, then picks up one of the duffel bags. “Look, we’re not here to cause trouble. We want to propose a trade. You’ve got plenty of guns in there, right?”

The voice hesitates, then asks, “What do you have to trade for them?”

Gojo grins as he unzips the heavy bag in his arms and holds it up toward the camera. You can’t see the contents from this angle, but you know exactly what’s being shown. Canned food, cereal, instant oatmeal and coffee, condiments, and lots of other items that have long shelf lives and can be eaten or prepared easily.

There’s silence from the speaker for several minutes, and you imagine that whoever is monitoring the camera and intercom went to get someone with more authority, or perhaps rounded up the rest of the men to discuss this possible trade. Then, you hear the same voice ask, “How many bags do you have?”

Geto steps forward now, close enough that he can be seen and heard. “Dozens,” he says, pointing to the truck behind the three of you. It’s probably outside the camera’s range, but you’re sure there are other cameras on the premises, ones that show a much larger view.

Geto is lying. There are eleven duffel bags like that and four backpacks, counting your own. Not all of them contain food, but other useful items like medical supplies, batteries, and hygiene items. While the group had gathered more supplies from the store, the eight of you could only carry so much in the chaos of escaping.

“We’re proposing one gun per bag,” Geto continues, his voice smooth. “As many as ten, if you have the extra guns. Another bag for ammo.”

“Where did you get so much food?” the voice asks, a hint of skepticism in their tone.

“We raided a grocery store,” Gojo says, the first honest statement he’s made.

Silence again, then, “How many people are with you?”

Geto motions for you to step forward, into the camera’s view. “Just the three of us,” he says. “The rest of our group is back at the shelter.”

“Who’s the woman?” the voice asks, and you suddenly feel a chill slide down your spine. They didn’t ask anything specific about Gojo or Geto, so why single you out?

Gojo looks at you, then back to the camera. “We met her a couple days ago at the grocery store. Why?”

Silence again, stretching out for at least two full minutes, causing your heart to pound. You have a very bad feeling about where this is going.

“We’ll double the guns to twenty and double the ammo if you give us the food and the woman.”

You can’t stop the incredulous “What?!” that escapes your mouth. Are they being serious? Do they actually think anyone would trade a living person for guns?

Gojo grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him. “Triple the guns and you’ve got yourself a deal!”

You look at him in shock. “Hey! What the hell are you saying?!”

He says nothing, only glances at you before returning his attention to the camera. This is part of the plan, right? The goal is to get the soldiers to open the door no matter what, so Gojo was going to pretend to agree to whatever they wanted. You just didn’t expect yourself to be part of the trade.

Unless… the plan itself was a lie. Maybe Gojo intended to trade you from the beginning. Maybe he made up the whole “take over the bunker” plan just to get you to go along with them without resisting.

No, you can’t start doubting him now. After all, his grip on your arm is loose, gentle. You could so easily pull free. But you should probably keep acting outraged, right?

“You can’t leave me here, you asshole! I’m not doing this!” you scream, pretending to try to pull away from him.

Gojo laughs. “How about it, fellas? She’s a little feisty but she’s really cute. Trust me, you’ve never had pussy this good!”

You feel your face heat up at that remark. Even if this is just an act, it’s still embarrassing to hear him say such a thing about you.

Just as you’re about to fake protest some more, the voice on the other side says, “Okay, it’s a deal. Step back from the door. We’re coming out.”

Geto carries the duffel bag back several steps while Gojo pulls you back. You pretend to struggle for the next few minutes, then go still when you hear metallic sounds coming from the bunker. You look up uneasily as the door slowly begins to open.

Nanami:

You awake to the familiar sway and bump of the truck. In the dim lights of the trailer, it takes you a moment to realize you’re lying on your back, your upper half in Nanami’s lap.

He notices you’re awake right away, subtly shifting so that he can look down at you. Blinking up at him, you can just barely make out the faint circles under his eyes, the fine lines creasing his brow. He’s exhausted, and worried.

“How do you feel?” he asks, probably wondering if the gamble paid off.

“How long has it been?” you ask, your voice sounding hoarse.

He looks at his watch. “A little over three hours.”

Three hours. By that time, with a bite, your fever should be kicking in. But you don’t feel feverish. You raise your one hand up to your forehead to feel your skin. It’s a little clammy, but not hot.

“I think I’m okay,” you tell him. But as soon as the words leave your mouth, a nightmarish pain assaults what remains of your left arm. You scream out, curling in on yourself, curling against Nanami.

His arms wrap around you, almost automatically. He smooths your hair with one hand. “It’s alright. I know it hurts, but at least you’re alive.”

Tears sting your eyes, and not just from the pain. You realize that in this broken world, any sort of prosthetic is out of the question. And with only one arm, it’s going to be much harder to fight zombies, carry and gather supplies, and just survive in general. Does Nanami have enough medical supplies to change your bandages often enough? What if your arm gets infected? There are so many things to think about, and all of them are depressing.

After a few moments of holding you, Nanami reaches into his bag sitting beside him and pulls out a small medicine bottle and some water.

“Here, I took some pain relievers from the little pharmacy in the grocery store. I’m not sure how strong they are, but they should help.”

You take the bottle and read the label. Hydrocodone 7.5. It’s what your mother used to take for her chronic pain. There are only thirty pills in the bottle, the label displaying the name of someone who will never be picking up their prescription.

With Nanami’s help, you shake one pill out of the bottle and swallow it with water. Your mom used to say it took nearly an hour to “kick in”. You hope your inexperience with taking this kind of medication will make it take effect sooner.

You’re starting to adjust to the pain. It was intense when you first woke up, but that’s probably because it was so shocking to your system. You let Nanami pull you to a sitting position beside him, and you can’t help looking at the bandaged stump. Even in this poor lighting, you can see the red soaking through. It makes you feel like throwing up, so you look away from it.

“Where are we going now?” you ask, hoping to distract yourself.

“There’s a small rural hospital about an hour away now. That’s where we’re planning to set up a base,” Nanami says.

“A hospital?” you ask, thinking this would be very fortunate for you. Plenty of medical supplies, and even equipment.

“We’ve been discussing it since before the grocery store,” he says. “A hospital is a great place to be. Not only for the medical supplies, but also food and powerful backup generators. Unless it’s already been raided, it should be perfect.”

All of that makes sense to you. And a small hospital would be a good choice, since it would likely have far fewer zombies and be easier to clear out. You’re glad you’re with a group that thinks things through.

You look at the other two occupants of the trailer, Higuruma and Sukuna. Neither have spoken to you since you woke up, but when Higuruma catches your eye, he stands up and walks over.

“How are you holding up?” he asks.

You look up at him. “The pain has let up some. I still feel sort of weak though.”

He nods. “That’s probably from the blood loss. Hopefully we can find something to help at the hospital.”

“We shouldn’t bring her,” Sukuna says from across the trailer. He’s leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “At best she’s a burden. At worst she’ll turn and bite one of us.”

Nanami frowns at him. “We already discussed this. We agreed as a group to take her with us.”

“I didn’t agree,” Sukuna says.

“You were outvoted,” Higuruma points out.

Nanami stands up, eyeing Sukuna in a way most men probably would be terrified to do. “I’m surprised a man like you is so frightened of the prospect of her turning. She’s one woman. Surely you could handle her if she becomes a zombie.”

You expect Sukuna to get angry, perhaps even attack Nanami. You wish you had the strength to stop them, to tell Nanami not to go so far for your sake. But before you can open your mouth to speak, you notice Sukuna is laughing.

You, Nanami, and Higuruma watch him warily until the laugh stops and Sukuna is left grinning. “Alright. But if she does turn, I’ll crush that pretty little head until no one can recognize her.”

His eyes shift to you, and you force a grin of your own. “I appreciate that,” you say. “I’d much rather be crushed than be a rotting corpse.”

Sukuna laughs again, and Nanami glares at him as he sits back down beside you. “Don’t worry about him,” he tells you, his voice soft now. “He was the only one who voted to not bring you.”

You shake your head. “I was being serious just now. If I turn, don’t hesitate. Not even for a second. I can’t bear the thought of being one of those things. Promise me, Nanami!”

He looks uncomfortable even discussing it, but eventually nods. “You have my word.”

You scoot closer and lean your head over on his shoulder. Maybe it’s the pain pill kicking in, or maybe you’re just too tired to keep being tense, but it feels like your pain is ebbing.

Maybe it’s just that Nanami’s presence beside you is comforting.

You drift off to sleep again, your mind and body tired from your recent trauma. At some point you feel Nanami’s arm wrap around you, but he doesn’t speak again until he’s waking you up, gently nudging your shoulder.

“We’re at the hospital,” he tells you.

You open your eyes and look around, adjusting to the dim lighting again and preparing yourself for the spike of pain that inevitably follows waking up. When it hits, you wince and clutch your arm above the wound. It’s not as bad this time, probably because of the medicine.

Nanami is standing over you, holding out his hand. “Let’s go. The others have already started clearing it out. We’ll get your bandages changed and get you settled in.”

You take his hand, dreading having these bandages pulled off but looking forward to the idea of resting in an actual bed. “Thanks, Nanami.”

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flowersandskeletons526 · 1 month ago

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"We Need A Tagger" - Warriors Concept Album Fanfic (Part 3/5)

Aaaaaand here's part three. I can't remember where I first saw the idea of Rembrandt wearing a painter's respirator mask but I'm rolling with it because I think it makes her look cool. Already working on part 4. Enjoy! (also want to add that Cowgirl IS coming soon, I feel bad that she's only been mentioned so far cuz she is one of my favorites but she'll be here soon, I promise)

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Swan and Ajax stood side by side, watching Rembrandt scale the rusty remains of an old fire escape. Ajax had to boost her up to the ladder so she could reach the edge of the roof and spray their tag. Cleon gave her artistic liberty with the lone directive of “keep it simple.” Rembrandt decided on a fire engine red “W” with a circle around it. Swan compared it to the bat signal from Batman but Ajax liked it well enough.

Swan cocked her head to the side as Rembrandt straddled the railing of the fire escape and leaned out on one arm to paint the tag. “You were right,” she said to Ajax. “The girl’s quick.”

“I fucking told you,” Ajax said. “It took her all of two seconds to get down out of her apartment.”

Swan nodded and lowered her voice. “How bad was it?”

“She would’ve been better off sleeping under the boardwalk with you.”

“Shit.”

“I know Cleon’s gonna help her even if this doesn’t work out but I hope it does. She needs us. She needs the crew.”

“We all did.” Swan cupped her hands around her mouth and hollered, “Rembrandt, that’s good! Come down!” Rembrandt flashed a thumbs-up, pocketed her spray paint, and began picking her way down the fire escape. Swan turned to Ajax. “You don’t think she’s a little jumpy?”

“I think she’ll calm down now that she’s out of that shithole. She keeps eyes on everything, that’s what I care about.”

“I’ll give you that.” Swan bumped their shoulders together. “You did good, Ajax.”

“Don’t condescend me.”

“I wasn’t being condescending.”

“You totally were.”

“How was that condescending?”

“You sound like Cleon!”

“Dude, take the fucking compliment!”

“I swear-”

“Ajax!”

“What!” she snapped, looking up. Rembrandt was halfway down the ladder, waiting for Ajax to give her a hand. “Oh, right. Sorry.” She held Rembrandt by the waist and helped her drop to the sidewalk. She’d seen the way the girl almost toppled when she hit the ground the day before and how she favored one ankle now, trying to keep weight off it, and decided it wouldn’t be great if their new tagger broke a leg before she even started.

Rembrandt pulled off her mask and looked up at the tag. “What now?” she asked.

“We’re done for the night,” Swan answered. “It’s almost morning. We’ll sleep today and go back out again tomorrow.” She gave Rembrandt a fist bump and offered the ghost of a smile, which was the Swan equivalent of a round of applause from any normal person. “Nice work.”

Rembrandt didn’t smile, but her troubled expression relaxed a touch and her face lit up with a spark of something. Ajax didn’t have a word for it. Her best explanation was that it looked like, in some way, Rembrandt had woken up.

Swan turned and started back towards the apartment. Ajax patted Rembrandt’s shoulder and beckoned her along, walking beside Swan and looking back occasionally to make sure Rembrandt was still behind her. Rembrandt fiddled with a paint can, switching out different caps and barely watching where she was going. She glanced up at Ajax. Their eyes met. They quickly looked away at the same time.

Swan nudged Ajax. “How many dudes jumped you the last time you were here?” she asked under her breath so Rembrandt couldn’t hear.

“Three that went after me,” said Ajax. “I don’t even remember what gang they said they ran with. They ran pretty quick, though, once they realized they’d need their whole crew to take me down.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Who’s being cocky? I’m just sayin’.”

“Well, good thing you beat them, anyway. I know Cleon was mad about how you did it-”

“I didn’t start it!”

“But we got two more blocks out of it so I’m happy. Best if those guys don’t show up again.”

“Warriors!”

The three women froze. Ajax heard the sound of a switchblade flicking. Swan groaned through gritted teeth. Clenching her fists, Ajax closed her eyes as she tilted her face towards the sky. Rembrandt’s hand landed on her arm.

“Swan,” she growled, “if I turn around and those punks are behind me, I’m going to kill you.”

“Not if Cleon kills us first,” Swan shot back. “Let’s get this over with.”

The Warriors turned. They instinctively stepped around Rembrandt and formed a wall between her and the several gang members staring them down. The big one in front held a tiny switchblade that might as well have been a butter knife for all it intimidated Ajax, grinning wickedly with all his goons wearing the same stupid expression. Ajax rolled her shoulders. She still hadn’t forgiven them for busting her nose and now they were back with weapons and looking for a rematch? Oh, she was going to have fun with this.

Swan grabbed Ajax’s shoulder like she could read her mind. “You’re on our turf,” she said to the group. “This block belongs to the Warriors. Get out of here.”

“You got it wrong, little girl,” the leader retorted. His hands and eyes twitched uncontrollably, putting Ajax on edge. She never liked dealing with people who were hopped up on something. “This block belongs to the Surf Riders.”

“The Surf Riders?” Ajax repeated incredulously. “What kind of stupid ass-”

Swan cut her off. “You handed this block over to us when you got your asses beat. Now back up, put your blade away, and go back to the puddle where you came from, Surf Rider.”

“Yeah, respect the tags, bitch!” Ajax spat.

One of the smaller Surf Riders stepped forward. “Hey, that’s the motherfucker that stole our block!”

The leader snarled. “Oh, you’re fucking dead!”

“Rembrandt, run!”

Swan and Ajax lunged. One swift kick knocked away the knife and the standoff escalated into an all out brawl. A few quick jabs to the face and a well placed kick to the dick sent the smaller punks running but the bigger ones gave Swan and Ajax more trouble. Trying to wrestle one of them to the ground, Ajax looked over to see Swan with the leader on top of her, one foot braced against his chest to keep him back as she twisted his nose and rained down blows on his head. Ajax didn’t know what the psycho was on but the hits weren’t doing much to faze him. She smashed an elbow in her opponent’s face and bolted to help her friend.

She grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and ripped him off Swan. She got him in a headlock, squeezing as hard as possible while he choked, and then he bit her arm. He fucking bit her. She dropped him with a curse and was immediately met with a dizzying punch to the jaw. She heard Swan shouting her name but another two Surf Riders had gotten up and were keeping her occupied. Ajax was on her own. There was blood on her face, in her mouth, in her eyes as she tried to dodge and block the hits aimed at her head. She hit the ground hard, seeing stars.

She caught the glint of a knife in the moonlight. A shaking hand closed around her throat. She scratched and bit at whatever flesh she could reach in a desperate bid to escape.

Shit. She was fucking done for.

A small black blur slammed into the man above her and sent him tumbling away across the asphalt. She turned over, coughing and holding her throat. There was the hiss of spray paint and a bloodcurdling scream. Swan was hollering something as multiple pairs of footsteps raced away.

Ajax sat up. She heard Swan cursing through the ringing in her ears as she ran to her side. As Swan snapped her fingers and waved a hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention, she looked up to see Rembrandt standing with her back to them.

She had her mask back over her face. Her entire body trembled, panting like she’d sprinted a whole marathon, with an uncapped spray can in her hand and her finger on the nozzle. Her hand was stained red, and Ajax was hurled into utter panic for a moment before she realized it was paint. She saw the Surf Riders running off far down the street. Their leader was staggering, holding his face, being hurried along by two of his underlings, and Rembrandt stood there watching them disappear around the corner.

“Holy shit,” Ajax breathed.

Rembrandt spun and ripped off her mask. She wore the same look of adrenaline fueled terror that Ajax had seen on her when they ran from her old apartment. Before either of the Warriors could speak, Rembrandt cried, “Does this happen often?!”

“Not as often as it looks like,” Swan replied. “It’s been a really weird couple of weeks.”

Ajax turned away from the two of them to discreetly spit out a mouthful of blood. “Rembrandt,” she said, breathing hard, “what did you do?”

Rembrandt hesitated, refusing to look Ajax in the eye. “He had a knife,” she mumbled. “I… I sprayed paint in his face.”

“What?”

“In the eyes.”

The Warriors stared at her in stunned silence. She closed in on herself, her cheeks darkening, holding her spray paint can close like she was afraid someone might take it from her. Swan let out a quiet, “Hm.” Ajax was too shocked to contain herself. She burst out laughing.

“Fucking awesome, Rembrandt!” she said, and then devolved into a coughing fit. Her throat was still sore from being halfway strangled.

Rembrandt’s eyes flashed with panic. She rushed to Ajax’s side, hooking her arms under Ajax’s on one side while Swan grabbed her on the other. They helped her to her feet, and while Swan let go once Ajax found her footing, Rembrandt clung to her for a moment longer. She dropped Ajax’s arm hurriedly when she realized she might have been hanging on longer than she was probably supposed to.

“So!” Swan wiped at her nose, smearing blood from a busted lip across her face. “That sucked. Can we go before they come back with reinforcements?”

“Give me a second, man. My head’s still spinning.”

“Want me to hold your hand?”

Ajax gave her the middle finger. Swan returned it before pivoting on her heel and marching off back towards the Warriors’ headquarters. Rembrandt touched Ajax’s shoulder, and she looked down at her. Her eyes were wide, brows furrowed, lips parted, and she looked like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure if she should. Ajax covered Rembrandt’s hand with her own, tried to smile - which hurt like hell - and jerked her head towards Swan walking away.

There was an immediate panic from Cleon and Cochise when they got home. Cochise pushed Swan and Ajax onto the couch and rushed to get her first aid kit from the bathroom. Cleon sat Rembrandt at the table, quickly checking on her and waiting for her to nod and promise she was okay before going to Swan and Ajax.

She disinfected the bite mark on Ajax’s forearm while Cochise cleaned a scrape on Swan’s face. “Six of them,” Cleon muttered to herself. “There were six of them that jumped you?”

“Maybe seven,” Swan corrected. “But I think that one ran before anything really started. Ow! Fuck, man, that stings!”

“Quit being a baby,” Cochise said. “What gang was it?”

“The Surf Riders,” said Ajax, snickering at the name.

Cleon swatted her arm. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” said Swan, and Ajax cackled.

“You had all of this tagged?”

“Yes, Cleon. They were the same ones that jumped Ajax a couple weeks ago. We told them they gave up the territory when they lost the fight and told them to back off and they didn’t and that’s when the fight started. We tried to de-escalate it before anything happened.”

“One of them had a knife,” Rembrandt chimed in.

“Thank you, Rembrandt!” said Ajax.

Cleon sighed. “How badly did you beat them?”

“Enough,” Swan answered, at the same time Ajax said, “Rembrandt sprayed paint in the leader’s face.”

Cleon and Cochise froze. They turned to Rembrandt in unison. The tagger shrank, embarrassed, and hid the paint can she was still holding. Cleon took a deep breath and asked, “Sprayed him where in the face?”

“His eye,” Rembrandt murmured. “Just one.”

“Ohhhh-kay. We’re gonna talk about that in a minute.”

They finished patching up the injured Warriors in silence. Swan helped Cochise pack up the first aid kit and went to her room to talk at Cleon’s quiet suggestion. The warlord sat beside Ajax on the couch. She leaned in close, glancing over at Rembrandt to make sure she wasn’t listening as she lowered her voice. Ajax gritted her teeth and prepared to get chewed out.

“Rembrandt should not have been involved in this,” Cleon said. “This was her first mission. I didn’t even condone you getting into fights on the gang’s behalf within your first month.”

Ajax shifted uncomfortably. “Cleon, I told her to run.”

“You should have made sure she did.”

“I kind of had my hands full.”

“You all should have run. This was not the mission to take anyone on.”

“What, and just pussy out? They came at us with a knife! We were defending our territory!”

“And if it weren’t for the fledgling recruit coming in with a hail mary spray paint can, you’d both be dead! Don’t think I’m only giving you shit for this. Swan’s going to get this same speech. In fact, she’s probably going to get it worse but you’re first on my list.”

“Cleon, I get it,” Ajax said weakly, hating the way her voice sounded.

“Do you? Really?” Cleon pressed.

“Yes, I get it!” Ajax snapped. Cleon raised her eyebrows, and Ajax pursed her lips and turned away. Cleon may have been her friend first but she was still her leader and Ajax had enough sense to realize she couldn’t talk to her like that.

Cleon clicked her tongue and put an arm around Ajax. “No more fights,” she ordered. “Not for a while and definitely not when Rembrandt’s with you. Wait until she’s initiated before you start trying to expand territories with her in tow. Are we clear?”

Ajax nodded. “We’re clear.”

“Good. Rembrandt!”

“Cleon, no-”

Cleon shut her up with a glance. Rembrandt scrambled out of her chair and ran over, coming to a stop before Cleon as the warlord and the enforcer stood. Cleon laid a hand on Rembrandt’s shoulder, and Ajax watched how Rembrandt tensed but didn’t move away.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Cleon said. “When Ajax tells you to run, you run. When any of us tell you to run, you run. Understand?”

Rembrandt nodded hurriedly. “I understand.”

“You run and you don’t look back. I don’t need you to fight. I need you to stay alive. I need all of you to stay alive. That is your first directive above everything. You hear that, Ajax?”

“Yeah, Cleon, I heard,” Ajax grumbled.

“Good. Rembrandt, nice work with the tagging. You get a couple days to calm down and then you two will go back out and pick up where you left off,” she said. Rembrandt nodded. Cleon smiled. “And no more tagging faces, please. Stick to buildings, alright?”

Ajax could have sworn Rembrandt almost smiled. “Okay.”

Cleon left to go read Swan the riot act. Ajax flopped back onto the couch and pushed her braids out of her face. Rembrandt didn’t move for a moment, flexing her hands as she looked around, and then finally sat beside Ajax. Neither spoke. Ajax let her head loll to the side to look at Rembrandt. Rembrandt wouldn’t turn, only looking at Ajax out of the corner of her eye. Ajax sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “That really was not supposed to happen on your first night.”

“It’s okay. It’s not the first time I’ve been around something like that.”

“Yeah.”

“Cleon’s a little strict, huh?”

Ajax chuckled. “I know it seems like that right now but she’s honestly not. She’s let a lot of things go that anyone else probably would have jumped me out of a gang for. She’s more understanding than she lets on because she knows where we all come from and knows we’re not just psychos like that motherfucker back there.”

Rembrandt shifted, wringing her hands as her shoulders drew up to her ears. “How much did you tell her?”

“I told her you needed to stay here with us,” Ajax said. Rembrandt nodded. “Thanks for saving me tonight. That guy was going to kill me if you didn’t step in. But Cleon’s right, next time if I tell you to run, you need to run for your fucking life, got it? I hate running. I won’t do it unless I have to, so know that if I tell you to, you better do it.”

“I got it. Thanks, Ajax.”

Ajax flashed a grin. To her utter surprise, Rembrandt returned it with a tiny smile. Ajax was struck by how… beautiful it was. Sad and quiet and reserved but also full of life lingering just below the surface, it lit up Rembrandt’s tired features and even seemed to make the bruises fade. All Ajax could focus on was that smile and Rembrandt’s big brown eyes and her wild curls and the smell of spray paint that clung to her.

She was suddenly struck by the embarrassing idea that she might have been staring for too long. She looked away and jumped to her feet. Rembrandt followed.

“Here,” she said, clearing her throat. “You need a bed. Help me fold the couch out, it’s a pain in the ass to do by myself.”

Rembrandt’s smile only grew.

#writing #fanfic #wlw #ajax x rembrandt #ajax/rembrandt #remjax #warriors concept album #ajax warriors #rembrandt warriors #cleon warriors #cochise warriors #swan warriors #warriors album #warriors musical #warriors 2024

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frogserotonin · 2 years ago

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Hiiii, I badly need more Anthony Lockwood x reader on this app so could you do one where reader joins the agency and there are immediate sparks between her and lockwood (he's always flirting with her, he always does small things for her and he always protects her first in a mission) and one day he gets really injured trying to save her during their missions and at home she's really worried when patching him up and they end up confessing to eachother after they have a mini argument. Then they kiss and make up or makeout 😘

god yeah anon, i get what you mean, the reason im writing is literally bc i need more fanfic 😭 i have read every fucking lockwood x reader on here and ao3 if ya'll want anything written just ask :D - lots of love, mars

everything - anthony lockwood x reader

warnings: violence, ooc, kissing, cursing

You weren’t exactly sure when it had started, this weird tension between you and Anthony Lockwood. It was an odd thing that the both of you left unspoken about, despite the numerous jokes, comments and questions from Lucy and George.

Maybe it had been when you’d first joined the agency. When he’d opened the door to see who was knocking and gone completely slack jawed at the sight of you, before collecting himself and adorning his prize-winning smirk.

“Well hello love, how may we help you?” he’d said, casually resting against the doorframe.

“Are you Lockwood of Lockwood and Co?” your cheeks had reddened from the cold and nothing else. Most definitely not because of the casual pet name he’d thrown in.

“That would indeed be me.” he nodded, easy smirk still resting on his lips. “I assume you’re here for an interview then, come on in and we’ll get you sorted.”

After you’d passed the interview with flying colours, he’d told you how much he looked forward to working with you with a wink and a charming toothy grin. Even now, your heart rate went up a considerable amount every time you saw that fucking smile.

Maybe it had been your first case, when you and Lockwood had had to hide from a very persistent Type Two and you’d dragged Lockwood into the nearest open room and shoved him into the wall. You’d pinned him there with one hand on his arm, pressing it to the wall, and the other over his mouth. Afterwards he’d tried to charm his way out of your teasing his red face.

You didn’t know when it’d started but far out, you knew that it was there and that if nothing happened soon you might just kiss him the next time he speaks.

~~~

“George, Luce, angel, we’ve got a new case.” Lockwood called from the hall, placing the phone down and smiling widely. (Damn that smile, it made your heart weak and your brain fuzzy) “We’re going as soon as possible so it’s best we get ready as fast as we can.”

And that was that. You all packed the necessities, like you always did. You all loaded into a taxi and waited patiently until you were at the clients house, like you always did. Lockwood checked with you to see if you had everything you needed, like he always did.

“George!” Lucy called from her place halfway up the stairs. “Come with me, we need to check out the drawing room you read about.” You almost missed the wink she directed your way.

Great, now you and Lockwood were alone. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Shall we?” he offered his hand and pulled you towards some of the creepier looking closed doors, not-so-discreetly pulling you behind him. Slowly he opens the furthest door, nothing happens. You open the second door, and suddenly you’re thrown against the wall.

“Y/N!” Lockwood cried, pulling his rapier out and swinging it at the ghost that’d materialised. For a bit he succeeded in pushing it back, allowing you time to reorient yourself, before he too was thrown away from the ghost, his rapier landing near his head. You groaned and hauled yourself up, grabbing your own rapier and stabbing at the ghost. It disappeared, then reappeared behind you, causing you to swing around wildly, accidentally putting yourself in the ghosts close vicinity. You felt your limbs start to lock up as you held eye contact with your doom, hoping and praying that Lucy and George had found the source and were covering it with the silver net. The ghost moved closer and closer to you, and you silently mourned all the things you never got to say.

And then, just as you’d accepted your fate, Anthony fucking Lockwood pushed you out of the way. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though, the both of you rolling in opposite directions so as to avoid the ghost swiping at you, before disappearing. You sat up and looked at Lockwood, catching his eye and sending a wobbly smile his way.

“You okay?” he asked, voice a bit strained. You nodded and asked him the same question.

“Yeah…I’m good.” he said, lying through his teeth.

“The fuck you are.” You forced your sore body to stand up so you could walk towards him and check him for injuries.

“Y/N! Lockwood!” Lucy ran towards you, halting your endeavour. “Are you two okay?”

~~~

The taxi drive home was awkward and tense. You fought a raging battle against the urge to call him out for being injured, to ask him what was wrong.

When you got home you dragged Anthony into the kitchen and sat him down on a chair.

“Tell me where the fuck you’re hurt right now or I swear I will find out what your worst fear is and make it real.” Lockwood chuckled.

“Love, I’m fine, really.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lockwood.”

Then silence and a slight guilt and still, somehow, that damned fucking tension. So you, do what any normal person would do and pull his jacket off, immediately spotting where he was injured due to the blood staining his white shirt. More silence and more guilt, that stays in the air while you wrap his cut.

“I’m sorry-” He starts but you’re quick to cut him off.

“If you were sorry you’d stop throwing yourself at danger at every given opportunity. You’re so fucking reckless, all the damn time!” You didn’t mean to start berating him but now you couldn’t stop, because he did need to hear this. “Do you know how much you worry us? Do you think George and Lucy and I like seeing you get injured? Goddamn it we care so much about you. Why do you pull these stunts?”

You only now realise how close your faces are. You could feel his breath on you face.

“I don’t think you realise how deeply I care for you.” he whispered, voice husky and low. “You are...everything. I can't breathe when you're not around me and I can't think when you're near me. I would set the entire world aflame if you asked me to. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I sleep. I love you so much it hurts my heart and my head and my entire being."

You didn't know what to say to respond to that. You were a mess. God maybe-

Fuck it.

His lips were soft against yours. His hair between your fingers, softer. His hands on the sides of your face, gentle. You were kissing him and he was kissing you and you were losing your mind.

"Darling, you drive me insane." he whispered against your lips, matching smiles painting both of your faces.

"I love you too, idiot."

"Of course you do."

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #george karim #mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨

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hanafubukki · 1 year ago

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I'm okay on my side ! Hope you're doing well too ☺️ But yeah, this update awating is already making my emotions blow up. Like, you see the big roller-coster, you know it's going to be some big thing. And you feel like you're already up there.

But I'm also in denial for any more emotional damage coming up. (Silver fighting against Dawn brainrot breaking my heart-) ("I'm sorry. I now know you loved me very much. But neverless, you are now my father enemy. Bloodties don't matter that much for me. Because I will always be my father's son." 😭💀). So I'm in OT3 fluffy/angsty mode where I live in a cottage with my two handsome husbands and my baby Silver. In a peaceful time. Having funny shenanigans with the Draconia in-laws. And just chilling in a cute alternative version of the past we going to have more information about in 2 days.

Everything will be fine- I hope. But I'm gathering tissues. Just in case.

- 🦋 Anon

[OT3 Masterlist]

Hello 🦋 Anonie 💞💚🌻

Glad to hear you’re doing good, I’m going well; just antsy. But yes!! Your analogy is perfect. We know something big is going to come and we know it’s going to hurt, but we are powerless to it.

All the while, time is slowly passing by as we wait our demise 😂🫡

Kind of like the people on Sage island…okay okay, I’ll stop ajsjdkdn 🤣🤣

BUT I’M SHAKING YOU 🦋 ANONIE

“I'm sorry. I now know you loved me very much. But neverless, you are now my father enemy. Bloodties don't matter that much for me. Because I will always be my father's son."

Did you have to hurt me this way?? But ahhh the brain rot 🥹💞💞 It’s amazing.

If it’s any comfort 🦋 Anonie, I have several OT3 asks in my inbox that I will answer soon hopefully. And, knowing me, the new update is going to get my brain into overdrive. So more fanfics and more OT3 most likely ☺️💞💞 (and theories and in general screaming 🤣)

Gather all the tissues because we are going to need them 🦋 Anonie, there’s a reason why they look so angry and I can imagine whatever it is, we are not ready. Though I’m sure, Ortho will pop up at the end in a cliffhanger probably.

Here’s a small comfort fic, to soothe us before troubling times:

You gasped awake, breathing heavily.

Your vision unfocused, hands trembling.

“YN?”

A hand cupped your cheek, bringing your eyes to worried crimson.

It was difficult to breathe.

A forehead leaned against yours, “Shh. Try and copy how I breathe precious.”

You tried to follow along, eventually matching Lilia’s.

As you calmed down, you were brought back to your surroundings. You felt a hand gently rubbing your back as you slumped forward into Lilia. You could see Dawn’s concerned eyes through your blurred vision.

Dawn and Lilia murmured something above you before you felt a kiss placed upon your shoulder.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Dawn leave the room.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“In a bit,” your voiced wavered.

Lilia tucked you closer into him.

You didn’t know when you dozed off, but the gentle shake from Dawn woke you.

“Drink this Love, it’ll help you sleep better.”

Warm milk and honey, the combination had you smiling.

Something the Lilia in the future loved to make for his boys. You could recall Lilia proclaiming in several of his stories about how this very drink would put the toughest and most stubborn children to sleep.

The memories of your dream came back. You closed your eyes before looking at your husbands. Their worried expressions had you spilling every detail you could remember.

By the end, you felt more tired than ever but more comforted as well.

Your husbands hugged you as they reassured you with their words.

“We’ll take Silver and Malleus from my sister’s tomorrow and have a picnic in the meadow. You’ll see first hand that your dreams are just that, dreams and nothing more.”

“You’re not allowed to cook, Lilia.”

“Hey! I can make simple sandwiches.”

“If you ever want our son back from your sister and Malleus, you’ll never utter those words in front of them.”

Their banter lulled you to sleep.

What better way to be loved then to be in the middle of two such loving souls?

Who cherished you and their family endlessly like the number of stars in the sky.

With them, you would know a True Happy Ending.

Am I implying something with the three of them home alone without Silver?? Maybe. Maybe not. Lolol ☺️💞

But also, I could have changed the whole atmosphere and turned it angsty/horrific with an added line or two but I didn’t.

Aren’t I gracious? 🤣🌺

#answered #anonie ask #🌺🦋Anon🌺#lilia vanrouge #twst knight of dawn #twst knight of dawn x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge #the knight of dawn #knight of dawn #x reader #twst silver

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bubybubsters · 2 years ago

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Love of My Life (Azriel x Reader)

a/n - This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic so please be patient with me. Please leave a suggestions. I’m sorry, the story might go a little slow at first. I’m not great at writing. Do you want part two? :)

⚠️- I don’t think they’re any, but please inform me if there are.

if you want to be added to my taglist. Masterlist part 2 part 3

You finished dressing just as your father swaggered in. He had a smirk on his face that you knew meant pain, in places nobody could see, would be inflicted on you very soon.

You braced yourself. Today you would meet your sister- even if she didn’t know it- and the court she loved so much. Despite the horrible stories you’d been told about them, you trusted your sisters judgement, though you’d never met her.

“You’re looking good tonight y/n.” He punched you in the stomach, jabbed you in the ribs. “Excited?” You didn’t answer. Your father's hand wrapped around your throat. “I asked you a question, I expect an answer.”

“No father, just wanted to look my best for you.” The answer you’d given him since you were old enough to know what a horrible male he was.

He narrowed his eyes at you, but only squeezed once before removing his hand. You breathed out softly in relief. “If you ever need to address me, do not under any circumstance, call me ‘father’. Especially in front of your sorry excuse for a sister. I am now ‘Keir’ or ‘steward’ to you. Am I understood?”

“Yes Keir.” He nodded his approval and soon left after leaving you with instructions.

You couldn’t wait; this was the first time Keir had allowed you to attend when the High Lord came.

*****

Fifteen minutes later, you were shaking as you felt the High Lord of the Night Court approach his rightful throne.

But then you saw her, walking before the High Lord, beautiful, a bored, uninterested expression on her face. Your sister. You froze as she locked eyes with you and despite the stories you’d been told, you could see the love and freedom shining behind the eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like yours, like your mothers. Morrigan, the light that occasionally graced this hateful, dark place.

The two of you broke eye contact as she passed you, but your eyes quickly met again as she turned to face the two-faced bitchy crowd your father called his court. Her mask of calm broke, disbelief showing for all of a second before the unfeeling face returned. You frowned, about to try to enter her head with the daemati gifts nobody knew about but that were so similar to the High Lords.

Soon after, the general and spymaster of the Night Court entered. The shadowy male you assumed was the spymaster caught your eye. His blue gems shown, weapons covering his body.

They all turned away and sank into a graceful bow as Rhysand and Feyre took their thrones. The High Lord and Lady. You and everyone else in the court followed Morrigan's example and bowed.

“Rise. Go enjoy yourselves.”

You mingled with the others but when you glanced back, you saw Morrigan making her way towards you. You shook your head slightly and tapped twice against the solid walls protecting her mind.

She just blinked at you in astonishment but returned to the High Lords side as she opened a sliver in her mental shields.

Hello Morrigan. My name is y/n. Nice to meet you. Even in your mind, your voice sounded small and afraid.

You…you’re my sister. And to you, I am Mor.

Alright Mor. Indeed, I am your sister. May I show you some things? You wanted her to know what it was like in this awful place. How much worse things had gotten after her departure.

At Mor’s slight nod of approval, you moved to a shadowy area near a pillar. You sent her memories of your life and in return she let you look through hers. You learned the shadowy males name; Azriel. You repeated it in your head not realizing you were sending your thoughts to your sister. Azriel. Azriel. Azriel.

Don’t worry y/n, we’ll get you out of here and you can have those thoughts of Azriel as often as you wish.

You blinked, blushing.

Your connection was cut off as a sharp claw tapped on your shields. Rhysand, you could sense him. Hesitating, you let him in.

I’m going to send for you soon, come up and stick close to Azriel. We’ll take you back to our home if you wish. What would you like?

Thank you my lord, I would love to see your home.

Just Rhys please.

He left your mind and beckoned for you with a hand. You went up and bowed, low. He and Feyre inclined their heads and you were quickly introduced to their inner circle.

Mor looked like she wanted to hug you, but Rhys pointed you in the spymasters direction. You smiled at your high lord and locked eyes with Azriel.

You almost tripped as something in your chest uncoiled towards him. The mating bond stretched between the two of you. Azriel was your mate. He didn’t seem to notice the bond and when you reached him, he just made space for you to stand by his side. Your heart pounded.

But Mor, she saw something had happened, and you reached out to her when a sliver of her mind opened for you.

Azriel’s my mate. I don’t think he knows.

Before Mor could respond, Rhys called Keir over and said to him in a voice that let him know he would not take ‘no’ for an answer. “May I keep your daughter?”

“Of course my lord, you already have the Morrigan.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I am taking y/n for as long as I need a helping hand.”

Keir said nothing and Feyre dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She spoke inside your mind, slipping past your slightly open mental shields.

Mor told us what happened, everyone knows besides Azriel. I would suggest telling him but it is your choice, you will always have a choice here.

With that the High Lady retracted from your mind and your mental shields snapped up. You felt like you were dying, the male next to you was your mate, he didn’t know it, he seemed do be ignoring you but you could finally get out of this court and into the real world.

You weren’t sure you were ready for the real world. Mate. The word ricocheted through you, making the world you knew turn upside down and explode. Mate. Azriel was your mate.

part two anybody?

#acotar #sarah j. maas #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel x female!reader #azriel x you #azriel

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darth-mortem · 10 months ago

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There is a small episodic fanfic about Ghost and Soap.

Soap is bored waiting for exfil, and all sorts of strange thoughts come into his head, which he tried to discuss with Ghost. 979 words.

The mission was completed. Somewhere down there, in the valley, a terrorist base was burning. Soap blew it up when he and Ghost retreated, having obtained the information they needed. Climbing the high hill to the exfil point, Lieutenant Riley contacted Price and Garrick and learned that they had succeeded too, destroying their target. Now Ghost and Soap just had to wait for the helicopter to come for them.

“Steaming Jesus!” Johnny exhaled and fell into the tall green grass with his arms outstretched. “Why is th’ bloody exfil point sae high?”

Ghost wearily sat down next to the sergeant, unbuckling the straps of his helmet. Then he pulled a flask from the pocket of his tactical vest, opened it, and handed it to Soap.

“I hope it’s whiskey.” He raised himself on his elbow and held out his hand.

“It’s water,” the lieutenant said, “take and drink. How is your knee?”

“It hurts.” Soap answered, sipping from the flask.

“I’ll massage it when we get back to base,” Ghost promised, taking out two cigarettes.

They smoked in silence. The mission was hellish; they were both very tired, and soon Simon was lying close, resting his head next to Johnny’s. The top of the hill was covered with grass and flowers, which smelled so sweet that when Ghost finished his cigarette, he didn’t lower the edge of his skull mask. Its fabric was soaked with the stench of ash, fuel, burnt flesh, and blood. If not for the sounds of explosions and the thick black smoke coming from the valley, the landscape around them could have been considered wonderful and very peaceful.

“Hey, Lt.” Soap broke the silence. “Look how bonny it’s ‘ere. Th’ grass is very soft, th’ sky is almost clear, and the sun is sae warm. It looks lik’ heaven, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know.” Ghost answered. “I don’t believe in heaven.”

“Och, really?” Johnny turned his head to Simon. “Then what dae ye think will happen tae us after death?”

“I hope nothing.” The lieutenant sighed. “Like someone just turned off the light.”

The sergeant thought about Simon’s words. The MacTavish family was religious, and although Johnny hadn’t been in the church for a long time, he still believed in heaven and the redemption of sins. However, he didn’t consider himself a sinner, because he was doing a good deed—ridding the world of evil. Nevertheless, Soap had never before thought that someone could believe in nothing at all.

In the meantime, Ghost took out his radio and contacted the pilot. It turned out that he was flying to pick up Price and Gaz first, so the wait would be longer than the lieutenant thought. He wanted to tell Johnny about it, but the sergeant was ahead of him, speaking first.

“And what about ghosts?” He asked and smiled cheerfully. “Dae ye believe in ghosts, Ghost?”

Riley looked at him carefully, trying to see if he was serious, and then heaved a heavy sigh. Sometimes Johnny would confuse him with his strange questions and statements, which were more suitable for a child than for an experienced soldier, a member of an elite special unit.

“Just imagine, Lt.” Soap continued without waiting for an answer. “What if ye ‘n’ I become ghosts after death? We could live in some huge old house or even a castle!”

Ghost just rolled his eyes and took out another cigarette. Johnny, however, wasn’t fazed by his silence and continued.

“You, Lt., would be a gloomy, terrifying ghost that scares everyone.” He said. “And I’d be friendly; help find lost things or something else. And do you know what’s most important?”

Simon didn’t answer again. Johnny looked at him and then rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Th’ most important thing is that we’ll love each other even after death!” He exclaimed.

Soap thought that he wouldn’t answer again, but Ghost moved a little and suddenly asked:

“Can ghosts sleep?”

“Well,” the sergeant answered with a confused smile on his lips, “I dunno, but I think yeah, they can sleep.”

“So if I’ll become a ghost, I’ll sleep.” The lieutenant said.

Johnny laughed, but then he understood that it wasn’t a joke. Not that Simon didn’t have a sense of humor, but he was usually amused by all sorts of sick ’half-a-dog’ type of things.

“All the time?” He asked, and Ghost nodded.

Soap sighed and looked at the sky where small white clouds were. He watched them for a while. They floated slowly, covered the sun from time to time, and reminded Johnny of cotton candy his parents always bought him at the amusement park in his childhood. He wanted to share this memory with Simon, but remembering his upbringing and kept silent. The clouds, meanwhile, changed their shapes, so Johnny squinted and smiled.

“Look, Lt.!” He exclaimed. “That cloud looks lik’ an otter that sits oan a stump! And that one is lik’ a big pie-eater rat! And this…”

“And this looks like Price.” Ghost said it suddenly.

Johnny took a closer look, and sure enough, the cloud’s outliners was similar to the captain’s hat and his unchanging cigar.

“Exactly!” He said and was happy that Ghost had supported this silly game. “And that cloud looks lik’ a…”

“Heli!” The lieutenant tensed and started to get up.

“No, it’s nae!” Soap snorted.

“There,” Ghost pointed in the other direction. “Our heli.”

The sergeant got up too and rubbed his knee. They both watched the helicopter descend, circling over the hill. Gaz was already waving his hand from the landing bay, and Ghost thought that he should be careful not to fall out again.

“It’s time to get out of here.” Riley said when the heli hovered low above the ground. “Fuck yeah!” Soap agreed, and they ran to the landing bay, where Garrick and Price stood and looked at them.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap x ghost #ghoap #simon riley #johnny mactavish #ghost cod #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod fic #fanfiction

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anotherjheastan · 19 days ago

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Another Complicated Love Story

A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

Chapter 7 | Masterlist

CW mentions sex, suggestive

Chapter 8: Officially Yours

Rhea woke up, surprised she still had her head resting on Jey’s chest, his arm holding onto her. They usually both moved a bit in their sleep, but then again, they were exhausted when they finally went to bed. Rhea sat up and groaned as she stretched. She thought about last night as Jey stirred beside her, reaching for her before he slowly opened his eyes.

Rhea had gotten the two rounds she had mentioned and they showered together afterward. They were talking about starting round 3 in the shower when Jessica knocked.

Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but I have to use the toilet. Please don’t have sex while I’m in here.

Rhea and Jey laughed.

We won’t, Rhea replied.

Rhea smiled.

“Good morning,” Jey said as he sat up. He put his arm around her shoulder.

“Good morning,” Rhea replied. She moved over a little so she could look at him.

“That was the best sleep I had in a while,” Jey said.

“Same. It was the orgasms,” Rhea said, grinning.

Jey chuckled. “Not just that.”

He stroked her cheek and she leaned into him.

“I love you,” he said.

Rhea’s heart beat faster. “I love you.”

He smiled and leaned in. Rhea kissed him, her hand rested on his chest. She heard his stomach growl and laughed.

“Let’s get some breakfast,” Rhea said, standing up to get dressed. She only had on Jey’s pink YEET shirt.

Jey checked his phone. “More like lunch. It’s 1:10.”

“Wow. We slept late,” Rhea said.

“We went to bed late,” Jey replied.

They met each other’s eyes and grinned. They grabbed their toothbrushes to go brush their teeth.

When they left the sunroom, Jimmy, Naomi, and Jessica were on the couch.

“Oh well look who’s finally up!” Jimmy said. “We’re thinking about ordering lunch. You missed breakfast.”

“Yeah Naomi’s waffles might be better than Waffle House,” Jessica said.

“I will take that high praise,” Naomi said. “Y’all look well-rested. And happy. Everything good?”

Rhea smiled. “Yeah, everything’s good.”

“Mhmm,” Naomi said, eyeing the two of them. “Well go brush your nasty teeth. We’ll wait for y’all to order.”

“Do we have to?” Jimmy asked.

“Don’t do us like that, Big Jim!” Jey said.

“Be nice, babe,” Naomi said.

Jimmy sighed. “Well y’all hurry up.”

Jey and Rhea rushed upstairs and brushed their teeth. Everyone was craving a little something different so they ordered from Cheesecake Factory. They searched for a movie to watch while waiting for the food.

“Jess, I owe you some girl time,” Rhea said, letting go of Jey’s arm and linking it with Jessica’s.

“It’s okay! I’m having fun. I’m solidifying my friendship with Naomi and Jimmy. Maybe I’ll come visit them next time,” she said with a laugh. “But no, I’m happy you and Jey are back in a good place. I’ll even share you again tonight so I can catch up with Tony.”

“Really?” Rhea asked.

“Yeah, but you have to go to Jey’s. I heard enough in the bathroom this morning.”

Rhea buried her face in Jessica’s shoulder while everyone laughed. She smiled at Jessica.

“Tomorrow is all about you,” Rhea said.

“Maybe Naomi can join us for lunch tomorrow?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, let’s do it, J-Girl!” Naomi said.

“My own nickname?! I won,” Jessica said.

The food arrived and after selecting a movie, they ate. Jessica and Rhea thanked Jimmy and Naomi for hosting them before heading out.

Jey carried their bags to the car and loaded the trunk. Rhea hugged and kissed him.

“I’ll see you soon,” Rhea said.

“Looking forward to it,” Jey said. “Let me know when y’all make it back.”

“Will do.”

Jey gave Jessica a hug. “It was nice meeting you. Sorry for the awkward intro.”

“No worries,” Jessica said. “Glad I didn’t have to kick you in the dick.”

Rhea busted out laughing and Jey looked confused.

“I’ll tell you later,” Rhea wheezed between laughs.

Jey went back inside. He got his stuff ready. He made sure the sunroom was cleaned up.

“I told you you don’t have to worry about that,” Naomi said.

“I can’t be a bad houseguest,” Jey said. “Thank you for everything.”

“No problem, bro,” Naomi said, giving him a hug.

“Thanks Big Jim,” Jey said, dapping him up.

“You know I got your back like chiroprat,” Jimmy said.

“If I see y’all at the New Year’s Eve party, if not before then,” Jey said.

“Deuces uces,” Jimmy and Naomi said simultaneously.

Jey shook his head and headed out the door.

***

Rhea smiled as Jey’s face lit up when he answered the door. She had on a grey hoodie, a white crop top, and grey sweatpants, and white sneakers. She wanted to be daring and show up in a trench coat with nothing underneath, but she decided to play it cool for now. Things were still mending.

“Hi beautiful,” he said, taking her duffle bag.

“Hi handsome,” she replied.

She walked into the apartment. Jey went to set her bag down in his room. She walked into the kitchen to get a water bottle, but gasped when she saw the coffee maker.

“Jey, who got you this? This is a good one,” Rhea said, admiring it. She looked at the bags of coffee, some of her favorites.

“Oh whoever got this has good taste. Those are my faves. You joining the coffee crew, Uso?” Rhea said, turning around.

He came into the kitchen, beaming.

“Actually, it’s for you,” Jey said.

Rhea furrowed her brow. “For me? But I have a coffee maker.”

“I know. And tomorrow morning, you don’t have to go anywhere to get coffee.”

Rhea blushed, feeling silly for not putting two and two together.

“You bought it just for me?” Rhea asked.

Jey nodded. “Now you can take your time and stay with me a little longer.”

Rhea’s heart felt full. She gently grabbed his face and kissed him. He held her tightly and kissed her back. Rhea pulled away. She started walking backwards slowly to his room. She took her hoodie off.

“Grab two water bottles and meet me in your room. Actually…grab four. Maybe some snacks. We might be in there a while,” Rhea said. She took off her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled at Jey, who looked dazed. She disappeared into his room and called out, “The water bottles, Jey.”

She giggled as she heard him scrambling. She took off the rest of her clothes and waited for him.

February 13, 2025

Jey felt nervous as he waited for Rhea to come up to the hotel suite. He had arrived yesterday to make sure the room would be decorated for their Valentine’s Day getaway. And he had a special surprise for her: a red glowing LED sign with a white backdrop asking the question “Will you be my girlfriend?”

He held a necklace in his hands - an obsidian heart shaped stone with a stainless steel back that outlined the heart with diamonds. He felt like me shouldn’t be so nervous. It wasn’t like he was proposing. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans for a third time.

They had chosen Charlotte since they had an episode of Raw to shoot on Monday. Now they wouldn’t have to rush. And they were close to the stadium.

Jey had been planning on decorating the room, but after last week when she mentioned that’s ready to be official, he decided to do a little something extra.

“Hello?” Rhea called as she pushed into the hotel room. “Ooo rose petals!”

Jey smiled. The petals would lead her to him. He was around the corner.

“Champagne. Nice, we’ll open that soon,” Rhea said.

Jey tried not to laugh at her commentary.

“Are you here, babe?”

“Yes, keep walking,” Jey said.

Rhea came around the corner and gasped. She covered her mouth.

“Jey, you didn’t have to do all this,” Rhea said.

“This? This is nothing. Come here,” he said.

“I’m in sweatpants! Why didn’t you tell me to dress up?”

“We’re going to dinner in a few hours. We can take pictures then.”

She stood in front of him and smiled. He held out the box. She took it.

“Do I open it now?”

“First, let me say that I’m glad we’re still together. It’s been a lot of ups and downs already and now that we’re both doing well in therapy, I feel like we can handle anything. You said you were ready to be my girlfriend and we’re here to make it official. So will you be my girlfriend, Miss Ripley?”

“I would love to be your girlfriend, Mr. Uso,” Rhea said, grinning.

“Open it,” Jey said.

Rhea gasped at the necklace. “It’s beautiful. You spoil me.”

“You deserve it,” he said.

Rhea put the necklace down and hugged him. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Jey said. He leaned in and kissed her.

“Is it too early for champagne?” Rhea asked.

“No. There’s also chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge.”

Rhea squealed excitedly and ran back to the kitchen. Jey laughed and followed her, looking forward to their long weekend together.

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violivs · 9 months ago

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NMTDaily: And So It Begins

- Beatrice’s first vlog! What an opening line, I love it lol. I remembered the hand wave on “hello, people of the Internet” having a wider arc across the screen than it actually does, funny enough! Glad I didn’t specify the wide wave when I referenced this line in MARRIED, the fic I posted on the 25th.

- “I’m not too old for Halloween”, girl after my own heart!

- Always thought it was interesting that Bea’s mother is American. I wonder how/why they decided that. It’s the kind of super specific detail that makes Bea feel so real, because who would make that up? It’s also interesting that it means Bea and Ben’s families are both somewhat international. Another parallel for them, another thing they have in common.

- I bet the Aunties’ wedding was the cutest thing ever, imagine Hero and Leo standing up with them! That’s probably the last time all of the Dukes were together before the story starts.

- I’m surprised Bea’s parents moved because her dad got a promotion. I would have assumed her mom did, because we get the impression of her as the high-powered businesswoman. But good for Bea’s dad. Is it canon that he’s a university professor? (Promotion = tenure?) Or did I make that up for fanfic and/or confuse him with Ben’s parents being professors in canon? Listening for that. Maybe Bea’s dad was actually also a business person all along and that’s how her parents met. Who knows.

- Bea says Australia like I say Indiana, lol (no hate to anyone from Indiana though! Just another of those inborn rivalries with the neighbor, like the Oz/NZ one.)

- “A great science program” I forgot Bea was a science person!

- I always loved the set decoration in this room, I remember it’s Hero’s room, and it’s so artsy and cozy and pretty. Love the wall art.

- “Leo and I are in charge of the house for the next six months” Excuse me, does this series really only take place over six months? Well, it ends in the first week of November, so that’s seven full months. I think it felt like it lasted a whole year when it was airing though. Time slowed down during a certain arc for sure.

- “in-joke with myself!” Classic. I kind of love that the text on screen saying “good one Beatrice” is Bea talking to herself again in-world, but out-of-world it’s kind of the Candle Wasters talking, interacting both with their own main character and with the audience. Meta.

- “Sorry my life is so boring” are like, THE famous last words for an LIW protagonist. Honey, you got a big storm coming!

- I was always so incredibly impressed with Beatrice’s independence, her comfort with leaving her parents and essentially being on her own before she even finished high school. I was alone in a college dorm hours away from home when I first watched this, second semester of freshman year if I’m not mistaken, and I could barely believe I’d managed it. I couldn’t imagine doing that any earlier than I had. I thought she was so brave and cool. I think Bea actually shows more hesitation and nervousness than I realized she did in this episode, both because she’s not used to vlogging yet and because being in a new place is nerve-wracking, but I still think she’s so brave.

- It’s so interesting that in a reversal of the play, it’s our Beatrice who comes from away to Messina to start the story, instead of Benedick and the other men returning from war. Of course, we’ll see how the boys’ arrival on the scene is modernized soon enough!

- Harriett does such a great job making you care about Bea and like her right from the start. You just want to keep listening to her talk. I can’t wait to do just that over the next seven months.

- The Benedict Cumberbatch crush is a stroke of genius, but what are the odds that there happens to be a super famous guy named Benedict that you can reference who is at peak relevance in the exact year your MAAN modernization premieres? Truly, this series as it exists could only have happened in 2014. It was the perfect time and the perfect people. What luck.

- Oh, this is the wider arc hand wave I was remembering! It’s just at the end of the video and not the beginning. Funny!

- Covering the camera with her hand and ducking out of frame at the end of her first video is a direct parallel to what Bea and Hero do in their final NMTD video, sliding out of frame and all. Love that.

- I can’t believe how much there is to talk about even with these early episodes. These posts are gonna get so long they’ll have to go under a cut for the later episodes!

💖🦩🥭

#nmtd #nothing much to do #nmtdaily #violivs nmtdaily liveblog #nmtd spoilers #maybe? just in case

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 months ago

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No Following; Planet of the apes fanfic Chap. 12

*Author's note*

Now that I'm back from my mini-vaca at Hershey Park, I can once again start posting for this story again. Now I've officially ended the DOTPOTA movie and so after I post up the last chapter I've got for ya'll today, you will see events that'll play out between DAWN & WAR. But be prepared, for once War starts, I'll really be pulling on the ANGST for this story.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@waddles03

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@queen-paladin

@psychosupernatural

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My head was spinning with too many thoughts that night so I didn’t really sleep at all. Just lay there in my tent with Toboe’s head resting over my stomach and my hand stroking through his red fur. His ears soon perked up as he woke up and let out a curious grunt before peeking outside the tent. I crawled after him and stood over him and saw a sight I’d never thought I’d never see again.

A bond between Man and Ape in a positive light. Alexander and Maurice were both sitting side by side while Alex was reading to Maurice his graphic novel. Pointing out each word slowly and telling him what ‘hanging out’ meant. Maurice seemed intrigued by the word as he began grunting and waving his arm about.

It brought me back to the days when Caesar was a young chimp and I was teaching him how to read. He always got so excited when it came to reading and learning new words, sometimes you’d have to wrestle a book away from him. I smiled at the sight as I scratched Toboe’s ear and he let out a few pleasured grunts and huffs.

If only people could see that any animal, no matter what they are aren’t just mindless beasts. But intelligent, gentle creatures whose soul can reflect your own.

I patted at his side and he allowed me to come out first before following me. Maurice and Alexander soon looked up at me and I gave them a soft smile.

“Don’t mind me, just needed to stretch myself out.” I reached up to the sky as some of my bones began popping back into place. Maurice then signed to me.

‘Caesar is allowing you until nightfall to finish your work.’

“Tell him thank you for us. And succeed or fail, we’ll leave and never come back. As agreed.” I told him.

“What did he say?” asked Alexander.

“We have until nightfall to finish up with the dam. So we better get started now.” Everyone soon got out of their tents and we all gathered up the tools and equipment we needed this time to get the generators working as well as the pipes running that were now accessible thanks to the apes and Toboe who cleared out the debris.

We arrived back at the dam and we all got to work until nightfall came. Currently Ellie and I were standing on top of the stairway that lead down to the tunnels where Malcolm was preparing to start the pipes back up in order to switch on the power, while the rest of the guys were triple checking to make sure the hydro’s were ready to go.

“We’re lucky we got as much time as we did today.” Stated Ellie. “Even if this was all for nothing, we can at least tell Dreyfus we tried.”

“It won’t matter in the end.” I told her.

“Lin.”

“You know what humans are really like Ellie. At the first sign of trouble or at the thought that we’ve lost control, we retaliate with violence and rage. That’s what sets us apart from the apes. At least they have a semblance of peace and will only attack if provoked. Humans, we don’t need a reason to kill, to rape, to seek out war. We just do it because we can.”

“What happened to you to make you think this way Lin?” Ellie asked me.

“Let’s just say…..there’s a part of me you wish you never met. And I hope you never do. Or the people who turned me into the woman I am now.” Before Ellie could say anything else, the loud humming of the hydro generators surrounded the entire dam. The continuous humming and whirring sound gave all of us hope but we still waited another few minutes for something to happen.

However after two minutes of continuous running, there was no doubt about it now. We got it working. Soon the overhead lights above started flickering for a bit until finally they stayed on.

“It worked.” Gasped Ellie. “It worked!” she then ran off to go call Malcolm. My throat went dry as I hoped that the power would eventually reach the city and that Dreyfus’ threat of a war would be forgotten.

As the sky grew darker, we soon received word from the ape scouts that there was light shining within the forests. Caesar along with some of his trusted apes guided us down the mountain and back onto the main road where we came upon the old gas station. The entire place lit up with power.

By god it was a miracle. Kemp and Alexander raced inside the gas station and while Alexander was looking around inside to see what remained inside, Kemp went straight to the old record player that was by the register and began looking through various records. We watched as he picked one out and placed it into the record player.

The speakers briefly gave a feedback sound before the gentle strums of an acoustic guitar sounded off playing a song. It was a country song and even though I wasn’t a huge country fan, it still felt good to hear music that wasn’t the Star Spangled banner. Ellie and Malcolm could hardly believe that they were finally hearing music again, Foster smiled widely and began doing a little dance while inside Kemp and Alexander cheered and started dancing with each other.

As the artist’s voice continued to sing the song, Caesar urged his horse from the front entrance of the gas station towards us. He soon stopped before Malcolm and Malcolm said.

“It worked. Well, at least here it did, we’ll know when we get back to the city.” Caesar looked back towards the repowered gas station, his green eyes shimmering against the lights before he turned back to Malcolm and he told him.

“Trust.” He extended out his hand to Malcolm and he accepted Caesar’s hand. Toboe looked up at me, his ears softly twitching at the sound of the music playing. I scratched his head before standing on the other side of Caesar. He then turned to me and I said with a grateful smile.

“Thank you. We really couldn’t have done this without you and your people’s help.” My heart sunk as tears built behind my eye lids but I refused to let them out. I won’t let the final moment between Caesar and I be one with tears again.

I soon felt his finger slowly lift my chin just like he did when we said our goodbyes all those years ago.

“Follow.” He said to me. I tilted my head before he touched my bicep and pulled me closer to his horse. I looked up at him and he gave me a look as if he were telling me to get on. I adjusted myself before mounting onto Caesar’s horse, scooting up until my chest met with his back. He turned back to Malcolm and said to him, “Follow.”

His horse soon moved forward and Malcolm and the others followed shortly behind us. But just as we left the gas station, I took notice of how Toboe briefly stopped before racing off in a whole new direction further down the road.

“Toboe? Toboe!” I called out. But he didn’t return to my command. Caesar turned to me wondering if he should stop but I figured the pup must’ve found a rabbit or something. Had been awhile since he’s eaten and since he couldn’t hurt any of the apes, his hunger must finally be getting the better of him now. “It’s fine, he’ll be fine.”

‘You are sure?’ he signed to me.

“He’s gotta learn on his own right? And I gotta give him room to grow into the wolf he is. Let’s continue onto camp.” Caesar nodded and we proceeded onward.

Now I had thought we’d be heading back to our camp to pack everything up so that we could head for the city to check and see if power had been fully restored all the way to them. But Caesar surprised all of us when he took us to his home. We first got off his horse before helping me off and lead me in first followed by Ellie, Malcolm, Alexander, Foster and then Kemp.

The apes all looked at the new members who had never been here before with curious eyes and anxious gibbering. Caesar lead us towards an incline near his family nest and helped me and Ellie climb up it safely until we reached the top of it. As soon we all got to the top Caesar pointed outward and said to us.

“The….lights.” and there it was. The San Fransisco skyline. Jesus I had almost forgotten just how beautiful the city was when it was lit up at night. My breath was taken away by the sight of it all, oh if only Will, Caroline and grandpa were here to see this. Soon mine, Caesar’s Malcolm’s and Ellie’s attention was drawn upward to the sound of a baby chimp gibbering.

We looked up and there stood Caesar’s wife Cornelia standing and walking like nothing had been wrong with her. Ellie you did it again. I felt Caesar’s hand take mine and he gave me a soft nod as he smiled warmly at me. He then lead me further up the incline to where Cornelia was and as he walked up to her he signed to her.

‘Feeling better?’ Cornielia nodded as Caesar cupped the back of her head and the two lovers pressed their foreheads together. I almost felt like third wheel but that’s when both Ape King and Queen turned their attention to me.

‘Hello.’ I signed to Cornelia. ‘My name is Lin. I’m a fri…..’

‘My sister.’ Caesar then signed. My heart skipped a beat, old feelings of being referred to as Caesar’s older sister came flooding back as Caesar continued to sign to his wife with a warm smile, ‘Lin is my big sister. She was the one who played the violin for us.’

Wait so—Cornelia was at the San Bruno shelter too? Cornelia walked up to me, cradling the baby in her arms as she looked at me softly hooting. The light from the torches reflected her warm green eyes before she placed a hand behind my head and pressed my forehead to hers.

She hooted lovingly as her hand continued to hold my head to hers. I closed my eyes and accepted the offer and I even placed my hand behind her head. After we separated she signed to me.

‘Thank you. And I remember your music. Gave me comfort when I was taken to human lab.’ I looked at her empathetically and signed.

‘I’ll take credit for the concert. But the healing all goes to my friend down there.’ I signed to her. The baby chimp soon caught my attention as it reached out to me wanting me to hold him. Cornelia then transferred her baby over to me.

I was nervous at first but she was adamant as she helped me hold her baby in the correct manner.

‘Deserve to meet youngest nephew properly.’ Nephew? Wow….I softly laughed as a sense of pride stirred inside of me that I hadn’t felt since the first day Caesar was brought into my life and uncle Will and I stayed with him in that steamy hot bathroom. The baby took a hold of my finger as he curled against my chest and I looked to Caesar and said to him.

“Reminds me of you when you were first born. Clingy and adorable.” Caesar let out a huff as he signed with a cross look.

‘Don’t embarrass me.’

“I’m your big sister it’s my job.” I teased mockingly to which both Cornelia and I laughed as I transferred the baby back to his mother. Caesar then lead the three of us to another part of the incline as Cornelia and I got better acquainted with each other.

‘You still perform music? I’d love for my sons to hear it one day.’ She signed to me.

‘Unfortunately I haven’t played music in the last 10 years. So many bad things happened to me and I….lost the music within me.’ I signed to her. She hooted sadly.

‘Never truly gone. You once said that to us. Even though ape not be able to produce music like human, music still lives on inside you.’

“I knew I shouldn’t have given you guys such an important lesson in music. Getting my own words thrown back at me is not cool.” I verbally said. Soon our attention turned towards a familiar young male blue-eyed ape.

He looked past me to his mother and signed as he looked at her in shock.

‘Mother…?’ the two of them walked towards each other and Cornelia reached out and lovingly stroked the back of her eldest son’s head. Before he went in and tightly embraced her, the two of them rocking back and forth as Cornelia stroked her son’s head.

I could understand what this young ape felt, the last time he saw his mother she was at death’s doorstep and now to see her in picture-perfect health once again, he must’ve been so relieved to know that his mom was going to be okay.

After they separated, Cornelia gestured over to me and she told her son.

‘Go meet your aunt Lin.’ The young male ape looked between his mother and me skeptically. Cornelia let out a firm hoot before pointing at me again. The young male chimp slowly walked over to me and he looked me right in the eye.

‘You stopped man from killing me at river…..why?’ I had a feeling that’d be the first question he’d ask me. I remembered the confliction on his face after that day, after his father and Koba fought at the dam. But before I could sign back to him, a loud gunshot pierced the night air.

We all turned and I saw how Caesar was holding his left shoulder, just barely above his heart as he remained still.

“Caesar?” I softly called out to him. He didn’t answer, only fell forward before disappearing into the dark abyss below the incline. “CAESAR!!!! NOO!!!!” I cried out as I dove over the edge of the incline desperate to find him.

A panic soon rang out as the apes all cried out, Cornelia’s heartbroken cries shattered my heart as I desperately tried to find Caesar’s body but he was nowhere to be seen. No, no, no he can’t be gone! He just can’t be gone! I won’t lose him again! From the light of the moon I soon saw a familiar shape resting on top of a log.

A colt M4A1 rifle. My whole body went numb before I let out a rageful cry. I ran down the incline and frantically searched until I found Malcolm and the others. I saw nothing but red as I raced towards them and tackled Malcolm to the ground.

“WHOA LIN!” Ellie exclaimed.

“LIN WHAT THE HELL!?” cried out Foster and Kemp.

“WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS CARVER!?!?” I roared in Malcolm’s face.

“He-he’s down at the trucks where we left him. He….wait did he…..”

“Caesar’s dead! He’s dead because of you! BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T SAY NO IN BRINGING HIM!! IT’S YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT!” I roared as I slammed him into the ground repeatedly (much like Caesar did to Koba yesterday) but just before I could punch his face in, I felt a hand grab my wrist and when I went to turn and attack whoever it was that stopped me, my other wrist was grabbed and I was now staring into the eyes of Maurice.

He grumbled and pulled me off of Malcolm as the panicked apes finally brought the weapon into the light.

“HUMAN. GUN!” exclaimed a young male voice through his hoots.

“Run.” Maurice said as he looked to all of us. Malcolm and the others immediately went running out of the colony. I went to go after them but Maurice held me back as he cupped my face. ‘Must not engage. Save yourself first. Koba will find you and kill you.’

“HUMANS. KILL. CAESAR!” Koba’s voice soon roared. I turned and saw as the scarred bonobo began rallying all the apes to him as he held the very gun that was used to kill Caesar. “BURN. APE HOME!!” I finally took notice of how their sacred home was now turning into nothing but flames. “GO! GET THEM! APES MUST ATTACK. HUMAN CITY!” I turned to Maurice worried for his safety when he told me.

“Run nightingale.” His deep, rumbling voice sent shivers down my spine but I obeyed his order and raced out as Koba’s voice continued to roar in anger and rage.

“FIGHT BACK! COME, FIGHT FOR CAESAR!!” I raced out the backway and through the darkness I could hear the sounds of all the apes running after me.

Running would be pointless at this point, I needed to find a place to hide. I ran and jumped over boulders and hills to try and put more distance between me and the apes until I finally found a good tree trunk to hide under.

I leapt over the tall roots and buried myself into the trunk of the tree and watched as all the apes hopped over me and raced on ahead to find Malcolm and his team, as well as head to San Fransisco to begin the war between Humans and Apes.

I held my hand over my mouth and nose and tried to keep as silent as I possibly could as the endless amount of apes continued to run past my tree. The roots shaking as dust and dirt sprinkled down on top of me.

The only thing I could do was hide and pray that none of them turned around to search the roots. I spent another sleepless night waiting until I heard the last of the apes leave the forest completely.

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