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karasbroken · 23 days ago

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I've been back on the Unfamiliar Idioms bandwagon, I even started this post three weeks ago, and just didn't get it done. Luckily I'd left myself more of the next chapter of Bite the Dust than I'd thought, so once I opened the file, I wasn't starting from scratch. Isn't that the best feeling?

I've been thinking about getting John and Aeryn down onto a planet again. I think I want to set up a situation where he realizes how differently she thinks, that she barely cares about things like exploration and has little sense of things like aesthetic beauty.

There's just vast swaths of human experience that she can't relate to. She's utilitarian, and defensively active and productive, with an extremely limited idea of what there is to do in life other than train, serve, and occasionally blow off steam in prescribed ways. Having hobbies, just traveling for the fun of seeing new things, enjoying a sunset are all alien. And I think that's going to be more off-putting to both of them than whatever weird issues they're having figuring out how to hook up....

But anyway, here's a bunch of nonsense about John trying to talk Aeryn into detouring to visit a planet just for fun. They're in his module, using the Earth engines to burn off his rocket fuel, when he spots an interesting inhabited world she doesn't want to bother with.

Aeryn heard him sigh, and go silent again, and she thought he'd given up. But a micron later his hands intruded, sliding up her sides and along the backs of her arms, to squeeze just below the elbow on each side. "What are you doing?" Aeryn double-checked that she hadn't missed some errant indicator or other problem he was trying to correct. Then she realized that he was using his gentle grip to subtly tug the hamman-side control, altering their trajectory toward the planet. "Stop that," she snapped, stiffening her arms to prevent the manipulation. He slipped his hands up to her shoulders instead, turning his grip on the perpetually tight muscles there.

"We're already here. And we don't have to meet Moya for arns," he coaxed.

John had a tralk's knack with his hands, curse him. "There's no reason to change our plans, and Moya won't wait if we get in trouble." That was a lie, though, and her resolve to both refuse to land and avoid further entanglement with this human was melting faster than the knot his fingers had discovered.

“Come on, this is your last chance to show me that a big bad Peacekeeper pilot can handle atmospheric flight in my barbaric module with its chemical-fuel engine and lack of omni-directional thrusters. It’s going to be field-force manipulation and plasma propulsers from here on out.” His breath warmed the back of her neck, as he murmured faux seductively into her ear. “You ever landed a craft that couldn’t brake or hover?”

Taunting her was a cheap trick, and pretending to seduce her was worse. But frell it, it might be working. There really wasn't any reason to rush across the system, Moya had no timeline or destination. And suddenly, taking a trip down to the surface sounded exciting. She’d landed gliders and other craft without engines in both simulation and battle, but only for stealth purposes, or to practice emergency procedures for engine loss, and always in ships far more sophisticated and automated than the module.

Flying a rudimentary craft with forward propulsion alone into a deep well would be a unique challenge. No, hardly a challenge, if Crichton could do it, but a new experience at least. Doing a gravity landing in an unfamiliar craft was a risk, of course, but if necessary, John could take over most of the controls from the gunner's seat, and talk her through the rest. Plus they had the backup of the newly hetch-capable Leviathan drives, if something went wrong.

“You know how the others get when we have a delay," she said, feeling the tug of temptation, "especially for anything having to do with your module.” It was undeserved, in Aeryn’s opinion, but the rest of the crew had yet to grasp that John was quite talented for a tech and there might yet be some value in the wormholes he was intent on chasing with the thing.

"That sounds like a yes," he murmured into her ear with a smugness that would have instantly changed her mind if she wasn't distracted by the warmth of his palms she could feel even through the decom suit and the way his thumbs were sinking into the band of muscles on either side of her spine.

She tried to shrug away his hands, the module wobbling slightly under her unsteady steering, but he continued his assault. "I'm considering it. But only if we at least pick up some of their famous food cubes." They'd gone truly hungry only once since she arrived on Moya, but that had been enough to make Aeryn reflexively resupply at any opportunity.

“Deal!" he said, immediately letting go of her and sitting back again. "Who knows what else they might have. We could really use a few decks of cards. And I could look for vitamins, too, or at least see what they have for medical supplies. A bottle of azs-prihn that doesn't put me right to sleep would be nice. Do you have any money on you, or something we could trade?”

Aeryn didn't let herself miss his touch, focusing on how irritating he was being instead. The human was almost as bad as the Hynerian when it came to shopping, but she'd invited that, she supposed. “I have currency with me, but I didn't bring anything to barter with unless you want to trade this junk heap to their local archaeological foundation.”

"You said they were primitive, it might be the most advanced technology they've ever seen!"

"Not that backward. Rigel mentioned a space port where traders can land. They don't have any orbiting stations, though, and minimal satellites. Not even an orbital defense system."

"Well that's probably good for us, since the module doesn't have weapons. Satellites, though… Alien satellites! Can we find one? I'd love to see that." His enthusiasm for the most mundane of details was aggravating.

Aeryn craned her head around to peek at what she could through the small module window, but even at max ocular range she didn't spot anything. "Which of these controls activates sensors?"

"Sensors? The module has some basic sensors that track gravity, outside heat, radiation." He leaned an arm over her shoulder, pointing out the dials and small displays as he named them. "But nothing like what you probably mean. I can't find objects in space unless I'm about to run into them." He pulled his arm back, but rested his hand on her shoulder, still crowded close as if he could see more by being ten denches closer to the canopy.

Flying through space with minimal ability to identify objects in close planetary orbit? Humans were foolhardy, but they were brave.

That hand squeezed again suddenly. "Wait, why did you bring your money if you weren't planning to visit a commerce station?" he asked.

“I never leave anything valuable behind on Moya.” It was just common sense. Between Rigel's habit of appropriating whatever he could get his slimy paws on, and the fact that they'd already been stranded off-ship more than once without any resources, Aeryn had made a habit of filling her pockets and pouches with essentials before any outing.

"I'm going to make you an honorary boy scout," he said, whatever that meant. "That's great. We can stretch our legs, take a look around, find out why the oceans are purple, then hit the space port and bring home something nice for dinner."

"We don't even know if we can breathe down there, or if it's safe," Aeryn reminded him before John got too excited.

"But if it is… Moya's still resting, right? Just taking a cruise through this sector? We can use the hetch drive on the way back, and catch up. As long as we don't stay more than a few hours, no one will even notice we were gone."

"D'Argo was already upset about us going out in the module, especially after what happened the last time we left Moya."

“That wasn't our fault," he protested. "Besides, after almost dying in the cold of space, we deserve a little time on a nice warm planet. And if D'Argo doesn't like it, he can bite me!”

Aeryn assumed that meant something offensive but it was an amusing enough image that she couldn't help turning around enough to look at John's mouth.

“What!” he asked after a microt, still annoyed.

“For a species with such unimpressive dentition, you have a surprising number of sayings involving biting.”

“What?”

“Bite the bullet, bite the dust, bed bughs bite, bite me,” Aeryn enumerated.

“Oh that! Yeah, I guess we do. There's lots more, too. His barq is worse than his bite, bite your tongue, bite your head off, biting off more than you can chew…”

“I get the idea Crichton,” she tried to cut him off.

“Bite me in the eema, won't bite, have a bite, bite the hand that feeds you…”

Aeryn sighed and opened a channel to Pilot. If the module couldn't locate orbiting debris, it certainly didn’t have the necessary scanning arrays needed to determine if the planet had breathable air, let alone the gravity, atmospheric density, and geographic survey they’d need if they were actually going to set down on the ground. Preferably avoiding populated areas. Perhaps Leviathan-tech sensors should be Crichton’s next addition to his junk bucket. “Pilot, can you send me whatever information Moya can provide about the fourth planet in our current system?”

#farscape #aeryn sun #john crichton #wip wednesday #fanfiction

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casspurrjoybell-19 · 8 months ago

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Does it Matter? - Chapter 39 - Part 1

*Warning: Adult Content*

Dara had been drifting in and out of sleep since Maric had knocked on the door, so he was a little more prepared to be awake when another knock came about an hour later.

Brayan stepped into the room, a tray of food in one hand and a lantern held up in the other.

"Time to eat."

Bug was still deep in sleep, so Dara shook his shoulder gently until he woke.

"Bug. Wake up. Food."

Brayden set the tray and the lantern down on a small table and went to light the fireplace.

"Mathers said you should both be fine with solids at this point but there's some soup there as well. He doesn't think Bug is severely underweight enough for eating too much to put him at actual risk but will likely throw up if he overdoes it so make sure he moderates himself."

Bug sat up and self consciously combed his hair back into order with his fingers.

"Would you like to stay and eat with us, Sir?"

"I've already eaten," Brayan said as he stood up from the now burning fire.

As soon as Brayan had left the room, Bug flopped down and let out a long sigh.

"I feel he does not like me as much as I like him."

"I can't comment on comparative degrees but I think he cares for you."

"Hmm. Sometimes I feel like he does and then he pushes me away again."

"Perhaps he's simply trying to be professional?"

Bug made a face.

"I don't want professional. I want him."

"I know."

"It wouldn't be illegal for him to be with me now. That was the reason he gave for turning me down last time. Do you think if I offered myself to him again, he would accept?"

Dara hesitated.

"That was also the reason he gave me for turning you down when he told me about it, though I'm not sure that was truly the only reason he abstained. You're fragile, Bug. He would hurt you."

"I have scarring. There'll always be pain. I'm willing to suffer it in the moment if he'll hold me in his arms afterwards."

"That's not how things should be, Bug."

"It's the only way they can be for me now."

Dara placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No, Bug. Listen... I can fix the scarring. I think I can, anyway but if I do that for you, I want you to promise me that you won't let him hurt you. That if he does something that scares you or causes you pain, you will tell him and ask him to stop."

"You would do that for me?"

"I will, if you make me that promise."

Bug sat up, his head nodding rapidly.

"I will. I promise."

"Do you swear it?" Dara asked, switching into Eulan.

Bug nodded again, more solemnly this time.

"I swear it."

"Well, okay then," Dara said.

"There's a slab of butter Brayan brought up with dinner that we could make do with, if you don't mind. I could ask for something more suitable but..."

"Do you think the prince might disapprove of you doing this for me if he found out?"

"I don't know," Dara admitted.

"He owns me but I don't think either of us wants that to dictate how we conduct ourselves. Technically I shouldn't be offering to do this for you at all. I should be asking him if I may."

Bug dropped his gaze.

"I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with him."

"No, it's not like that and like I said, we don't want it to be like that. I'm not trying to go behind his back in doing this but I do have to be a bit discrete because well, It reflects poorly on him if others see me disregarding his authority."

"I think I understand."

"Good," Dara said as he got up to get the butter.

He tapped his chin as he considered Bug and the bed.

"I think face down with a cushion under your stomach would be the best for access while hopefully making you feel a bit less exposed. We can do it whichever way you'd like, though."

"No, that's fine," Bug murmured.

Dara brought the plate with the slab of butter on it over to the bed and sat down as Bug started taking off his pants.

"This will take some time, unfortunately. Scar tissue is, difficult. If it gets to be too much, let me know. I have my own issues with things like this and Maric did this to me, for other reasons, of course before he realised and it was not a fun situation for either of us. So I understand."

"I think I'll be okay."

"But if you aren't..."

Bug nodded.

"I'll make the same promise to you about this as you had me make for Brayan. I'll say something."

"I appreciate it," Dara said.

"I'm happy to do this for you but harming someone in that way is abhorrent to me."

"Should I...?" Bug asked, slipping his thumb under the band of the thin shorts he had been wearing under his pants.

"Yes, let's give this a go."

As Bug took off his shorts and got into position, face down with a pillow under his stomach, Dara greased his fingers up as best he could with the butter.

He would have to be careful and very, very gentle.

This hadn't felt great when Maric had done it to him and that was without scar tissue making things more uncomfortable.

Dara took a deep breath in, let it out as a slow sigh and leant forward.

"Try to relax."

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stucknthemiddleff · 8 months ago

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Ultimatum 1.11

Stuck N The Middle

April•

Calen

Watching every move that Erin made, she swiftly snapped her fingers for the little Ana girl to do something. Walking away with attitude she went to the far wall of the warehouse and I took in more of the huge building. My headache continuously throbbed through my head, being able to feel myself passing out. Then someone abruptly grabbed me up, barely standing to my feet, I shook out of my sluggishness. It was Charlie again, he man handled my body like it was a piece of paper sitting me down in a chair across from Erin.

Erin cleared her throat with a chuckle staring at me, "Now now Calen, don't want to go falling asleep could have a concussion."

Scrunching my eyebrows at her, I took a deep breath, "You think killing me is going to make her run back to you, then you're not as smart as you seem to look."

Erin smiled at me with an evil grin, "I'm not going to kill you, who ever said I was going to do that?"

"Then I ask again, why the fuck am I here?" I growled, seeing in my peripheral that Charlie gripped his gun.

"I'm not going to hurt you Calen, you're going to hurt her." She told me plainly, "Simple."

"You're fucking crazy." I muttered at her, she laughed shortly. Of course she would want to put her through more heartache, she never deserved Dana.

"I've been called that once or twice." She shrugged at me as I stared her down with the most evil glare I could give.

"I'm assuming, Dana doesn't know about your little fake mafia you got here, and just how much of a bad influence you are." I snorted, not faze at all by her whack ass set up she had here. Erin smirked at me, then looked over at her over sized football linebacker standing five feet away from me.

"Charlie." She spoke and next thing I knew his fist landed with the side of my ribcage, I coughed out in a groan lifting my head to the ceiling. Fuck.

"I do the talking and you listen, or your head isn't the only thing that's going to be under discomfort." She told me, as I breathed hard closing my eyes briefly. Slouching in my chair, my whole left side slowly became numb. Charlie stood closer sitting me back up in my previous position.

Taking in my silence she started, "Calen I get it, fully and really I do. Dana is a beautiful woman, who took advantage of you to get back at me for hurting her. It was unintentional though. The only reason you know her is because of me. Had I not sacrificed what I did, you wouldn't have the time of day with her."

"No instead of you woman or manning up, whatever the fuck you are. You took the easy way out, and lost." I seethed at her and she looked back to Charlie again. Once again, he struck my left side with much more force. My inside burned instantly, making me feel like I was about to throw up.

I winced in pain, with a swift groan, "Fuck!

Knowing if I took another strike from him, he might fracture something, and I couldn't have that as my body jerked a little in response to the impact it was taking. In the background I could hear a little girlish laugh, that was probably enjoying the show, Ana.

"You done?" She asked me, my breathing labored I looked up at her with a grimace as she sat up in her chair, "Good."

"Calen I know all about you, now you can sit over there and act like you're a goody goody guy that owns businesses and have a clean past. But I know about you more than you know about me, I promise." She told me, and I wondered what she did know.

"Like?" I shook my head.

"Well, you're a blood, and so is your brother Cooper. Right?" She asked me, I couldn't deny that it didn't shock me, "Going on about four years now?"

"So." I shrugged and she smiled, "You think Dana is going to just up and leave me because of that?"

"Dana lost a special friend a long time ago to gang relations, so I'm sure it could but I'm not betting on that." She blinked at me, "Like I said I know a lot about my enemy, always do research on them."

My gang relations wasn't as deep as it used to be, it was my past, in reality this bitch didn't have anything on me.

"Your father and mother that live in Puerto Rico that help with drug cartel international relations, can be gone like that in an instant Calen. Oh, and Cari, Cooper is right here." She told me, boiling my blood. Puzzled I didn't know she would dig that deep into the secrets of the Rodriguez family history. Yes Cassie wasn't my biological mother, but that didn't stop her from letting me in at only the age fifteen about the connections she had. The only reason my father started a family with Cassie is because she wasn't deep into the drug trade, only an advisor but all that could change if this bitch in front of me did something threatening.

Erin smiled mockingly in finally getting my attention, "Besides, you should be able to take losing the rest of your family, since you took losing your birth mother so well by killing her."

"If, you...hurt my family Erin, I will kill you." I acidly responded to her and my ribs took two more impacts my breathing became hitched, I groaned grinding my teeth together.

"I'm not playing here about what's mine." Erin stood bending down to look at me, "And you will feel how it felt when I made that sacrifice to get to spend my final days with her, so that you know the real reason why you are fucking here."

I raised my head to look in her dark grey eyes, "Fuck, you, she doesn't want you anymore you bitch and nothing you do will change it."

I could feel Charlie coming to give me more of his medicine I closed my eyes bracing to fall out the chair, but there was nothing. I opened my eyes to see Erin halting him with her hand, "I said I wasn't going to kill him Chuck, chill."

Breathing deeply I stared back at her with hatred, knowing her not killing me now would be a mistake on her part.

"You have two, only two options Calen." She spoke softer to me, "Break up with her, hell go back to Virginia for all I care or I break your family, what's left of it to nothing."

"You're letting me go?" I asked her and she smiled.

"Told you I wasn't going to kill you, but if you go to the police or try anything. People you care about are going to die. I'll be watching don't forget." She snarled staring into my eyes before standing back up. Looking down at me she slid her eyes to Charlie. With another impact to my head, again I was out cold.

Waking to the sound of my phone vibrating I realized I was sitting in the drivers side of my car, parked in the garage of my condominium building. Somewhere inside me I had hoped that was all a dream of what I witnessed, but the throbbing ache of my left side let me down. That and the back of my head pounded constantly making me feel like I just got out the ring with Floyd Mayweather I leaned it on my headrest. Picking up my vibrating phone, I looked at the time to see it was eight-thirty. I had a missed call from Cooper, and only one from Dana. But she texted me twice asking where I was, making me clench my teeth together. So many thoughts running through my mind, I knew my only goal right now was keeping people I cared about safe. Realizing to not take Erin's threats idly.

Clenching my left fist I dropped my phone in my lap with my right punching the steering wheel in front of me it honked, "Fuck!"

As the left side of my body felt like fire on my skin, I climbed out my car gripping it tightly. I chirped the car limping to the elevator, feeling the back of my head. Making it inside my condo, I stripped of my shirt realizing it was ripped and my jeans sliding out my timbs. In only my boxers I trailed my eyes over my body knowing it bruised easily, my whole left side was purplish blue on my ribcage. If Chuck really wanted to break my ribs he would have without hesitation, and I figured Erin had him not touch my face to keep our meeting in private. I was grateful for it, knowing if my face matched my body and Cooper saw it, I wouldn't have time to plan how to take Erin out for good. Going in my cabinet under the sink I took three large Ibuprofen pills, deciding to get in the shower and think of what my next move was.

Limping out the shower not bothering to dry off I walked into my bedroom where my phone was, it started ringing as I felt the back of my head, looking at my hand. It was bleeding so I used a towel placing it on the bruise. The ibuprofen working fast, with every minute my aches started to fade. Picking up my phone, Dana's name flashed across the screen and I knew I couldn't keep ignoring her.

Taking a deep breath I answered, "Hey baby."

"Hey, your meeting sure as hell went over didn't it?" She asked with a chuckle, her voice, accent just bringing me back to life, I just wanted to hold her so bad.

I chuckled dryly, wincing a little, "Yeah it did, I'm so sorry, forgive me."

"I do, just come over right now, I'm cooking chicken and shrimp alfredo babe." She told me, my stomach automatically responded, even though I wasn't hungry just full of the yearning for revenge.

"Really, sounds delicious Dae." I took another deep breath laying down on my comforter slowly. Last thing I needed was Dana seeing me like this, she wouldn't let it go once seeing the shape I was in.

"Yeah, so when are you getting here busy man?" She pushed making me close my eyes, hurting more in lying to her, but there was no other choice.

"Dana, I have a huge meeting tomorrow and need to get some rest, I'm really exhausted." I told her opening my eyes I looked out my high ceiling windows. The line was quiet at first, and then someone was talking in the background.

"Yeah, he's on the phone Coop, said he's tired." Dana spoke, I bit my bottom lip.

Breathing deeply I moved my head a little on my bed to get comfortable, I didn't hear any irritation in her voice.

"It's okay Calen, you really didn't get much sleep messing around with me last night." She laughed understandably, and that was one of the reasons right there why I fell in love with her.

"Yeah, I know." I lowly chuckled again, wanting nothing more than to taste her food for the first time. But not like this, not like this.

"Get some rest okay? See you tomorrow." She told me, "I'll keep you a plate."

"That would be great, I'll um, be over around three, okay?" I said and she spoke with a uh huh.

"I love you Calen." She spoke into the phone, and I couldn't even say it back just hung up the phone. Sadness filled me as I laid there butt naked, eventually knowing my ass wasn't going to sleep no time soon. Knowing what I would have to do tomorrow, I did a small smile hoping she would forgive me after everything was going so good.

Opening my eyes, it was daylight as sun covered my body realizing I eventually knocked out from getting only two hours of sleep. Trying to sit up too fast I yelled out in pain with my ribcage being more sore than it was last night. Breathing hard I laid back down closing my eyes, my chest rose up and down. Rolling over to my right side slowly I grabbed my phone seeing it was five minutes to eleven. Had a little time to get my shit together until I made it to Dana's apartment. Grabbing the ibuprofen pills I took five out the bottle and made my way to the bathroom slowly. Bending over on the sink I took the pills swallowing the water out the tap.

Groaning I stood back up grossed out at how my skin covering my ribs looked in the mirror, "Fucking bitch."

My phone rung again, I picked it up, "Yeah?"

"Nigga open the damn elevator." Cooper ordered alerting me, I needed to put on some clothes.

"Hold up a minute nigga." I grumbled going back to my room, quickly as my body would let me, I went to my closet grabbing the first shirt and joggers I could find. Fixing up my walking, I opened the pad lock and Cooper stood there looking behind me.

"Bro you got a bitch in here or something?" He asked, I could only laugh at his dumb ass.

"Coop no man, why you ask?" I shook my head leaning against the wall as he walked in my condo.

"Because your ass always up under Dana now man, she really feeling you too, been through a lot. So you better not be fuckin' it up." He advised me, and I chuckled at my little brother trying to school me.

"Man I been working." I told him, walking slowly behind as he went and sat on my couch. He started analyzing me as I came and sat on the armchair of the opposite couch he sat on.

"Yeah, alright." He mumbled. So far so good.

"Why you ain't at work anyways?" I asked him.

"It's my day off, thought we could go hoop or some shit." He told me, and I was in no shape to do that.

"Nah man, I just been trying to relax you know. Back to back meetings and shit. Maybe later on this week." I replied and he nodded at me, standing up he randomly pushed me, my left side numb barely I winced.

"Yo the fuck you doing Coop?" I asked him in a sneer, my side throbbed deeply but I sucked it up.

"No what the fuck is wrong with you? You never turn down hooping over some meetings and ain't your ass supposed to be on vacation?" He asked me stepping closer.

"Nothing man, I'm just not in the mood. Alright." I warned staring at him, walking away to my kitchen. I definitely couldn't hold off holding back this limp much longer, I needed to sit. One more push from Cooper and my cover would be blown. Getting some orange juice out the refrigerator, I looked back at Cooper, his attention was on his phone.

"I guess I'll just bounce then," He declared as I looked away getting a cup to pour some juice.

"Yeah." I breathed not realizing he had walked around to where I stood and lifted my shirt. His light green and hazel eyes enlarged in the sight he seen.

"Cooper what the fuck!" I yelled, knowing he wouldn't quit. Shit.

"No, what the fuck happened to you. Who did this?!" He yelled, "Mataré a quien haya hecho esto! I'm not fucking playing Who?!"

"Cooper calm down." I warned him, continuing to pour my juice. He took a deep breath.

"Just give me the fucking word." He breathed as I took a sip of my OJ.

"I only need one thing from you," I spoke looking over at his serious expression, ready to kill for me, "Watch over our sister and Dana, understand?"

"Calen tell me what the fuck-"

"Coop, listen to me," I cut him off, "Stay on alert, that's all I can say right now."

"Okay, but just let me know soon, what the fuck is going on?" He asked walking closer to me embracing me in a hug, I winced again and Cooper felt it. Grabbing him back I closed my eyes, knowing I wouldn't be able to hide shit from him.

"Deal. I will contact you soon." I mumbled, knowing it wouldn't be that hard to keep him on low key alert for now. The last thing I needed was for him to sacrifice himself for me. Only thing that needed to be sacrificed right now was, what started all this in the first place. I hated it.

Taking a Percocet before I left my condo, I felt it start to kick in as I turned down Dana's street. My eyes got a little heavy as I parked on the curb, it was thundering as the sky started to turn a dark grey. In a thin black hoodie and grey sweats, scully on my head, I walked across the street as it started to pour outside. Taking a deep breath I walked up to the front door unlocking the door, I walked inside the apartment. It was dark and quiet as I looked around the first floor. I heard a door upstairs open and a second later saw Dana at the top of the stairs with a big smile on her face, this shit was not going to be anywhere near easy. The perk I took, would help at least some of the pain I was about to inflict on myself.

Dana

Standing there in his sweat suit he still looked like my knight in shining armor, I skipped down the stairs making my way to him. Gently I closed my arms around him feeling his muscles under his clothing.

Wrapping his arms around me, he held me close like he didn't want to let go. It made me smile harder in feeling his warmth all around me again. Dropping his arms, he rubbed back up mines with his warm hands. I looked up into his eyes, seeing a weird look in them.

"Everything alright?" I asked him, and he looked away disconnecting our eyes letting my arms go.

Taking a deep breath he stood back leaning against the door, "Cari here?"

"No, she's over Bryson's, why what's wrong?" I asked him walking away going to the kitchen. I wanted to give him his promised plate of food and had asked Cari to go over Bryson's spot so I could get some time alone with Calen. Opening the fridge I waited but got nothing, not even a peep out of Calen. Popping his food in the microwave, I looked back before turning it on, seeing he was leaning over the kitchen counter looking away from me.

"Calen, what is wrong I ask again." I declared making him look up at me. Standing up straight he placed his hands in the pouch of the front of his hoodie.

"I don't see this working out between us Dana." He finally spoke looking into my eyes, I noticed now that his eyes looked heavy, like he was high or something.

Shaking my head, I did a small laugh looking at him like he had three heads, "What?"

"I can't do the drama between you and your ex anymore, I thought I could but I can't." He shrugged his broad shoulders looking away from me down at the counter in front of him.

"Calen." I breathed, my heart began to race, "I broke up with her I swear!"

"You say what you say Dana, but I didn't sign up for this, besides I'm going back to VA tomorrow." He admitted, shattering me completely.

"So you don't trust me, is that it?" I asked feeling my voice cracking, as hard as I didn't want to cry in front of him, he was the one that stitched me together and was the one slowly tearing me apart again.

"No, I don't, you were right about all of this to be honest, I'm just sorry I let it get this far." He mumbled shaking his head, he rubbed up against his covered head.

"You don't love me? Anymore?" I asked him and he looked into my eyes, blinking quickly.

"No, I never did, I just thought I did." He breathed with no emotion, my heart felt like it would burst out my chest as the tears continued to stream down my face.

Sniffling I shook my head, "You don't mean that, bullshit!"

Walking around the island I walked up to him beating his chest softly, "You love me, I know you do, you do!"

"No." He stepped away from me dodging my hands hurt in his eyes, "I'm leaving okay?"

"Calen, please don't do this to me, don't please!" I screamed following as he started to walk back to the front door, "What happened to not letting go huh?!"

Stopping his feet he turned back to look at me, I pulled his necklace out from under my shirt, "Why?"

"Goodbye Dana." He muttered opening the front door, and Cari stood there with a confused look on her face.

Calen froze seeing his sister standing there, he tried walking around her but she stopped him in seeing me breakdown.

"What the fuck did you do Calen?" She asked him,

"Dana why are you crying?"

"Por qué?" She yelled at him.

"Cari, move now." He ordered at her and she stepped out the way watching him walk off for five seconds, before coming into the house dropping the bags in her hands to comfort me.

I cried lowly, "Something is wrong Cari! Something is wrong!"

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forestfragments · 1 year ago

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A Lost Letter

I feel like there are universes lodged within my chest cavity. They are alive, pulsating and breathing like

a hidden sparrow

a crumbling of the old kind

a darkness that has teeth.

My mind is caught in an endless labyrinth of paths leading across the entire expanse of time. Memories come and go like the tides. Sometimes they bring the warmth of another age and they feed me spoonfuls of something that tastes like the sweetness of the first flower in spring. But sometimes they carry knives, in all shapes and sizes, and carve every lost moment into my bones and it burns and burns and burns.

How do you hold the knowledge that you can never return?

How do you embrace all the decisions that you cannot understand anymore?

The unspoken confessions?

The moments where you could have reached for someone but hesitated for reasons that are not tangible anymore?

It's a strange sensation to never recognize the person you were yesterday, a few months ago, a year ago. Why did she say all these words and in that manner? Where did she get them from? What was happening to her?

More painful still to wish you could go back and change it all. A deep longing that seeps through all the fibers. A profoundly human experience, I suppose. But what do I know about the human experience?

What I mean to say is:

these are the only hands I have.

These are the only hands I have and it is breaking my heart.

I find myself dreaming about another universe where my body is a different one, where the pain is not a cage I'm building around myself. A universe where I can let go of all the layers and layers of hurt and twisted emotions that are somehow obscuring the stars of my skin.

I want to be brave and I want to carry the sword as if it truly belonged to me. I want to be the kind of being who gives others back the lost threads of their stories.

Perhaps I could have brought the sun to someone who needed it. I wanted so desperately to turn this into a fairytale, to rip my heart out and hand it to you so that you can feel how it was revived by you and how I saw entire realms inside your words. And I don't know where I went wrong, but it slipped from my fingers and it all fell into shadows somehow. We were not in this other universe, we were in this one and here I'm still fragile and haunted and my voice doesn't always follow me, and even though I tried so hard to grow into a steady oak, it was not what was needed. It seemed as though it was only alive in dreams and stories, the place where it all began, but it fell apart upon touching the fabric of this reality. I wish it didn't, I truly do, and I'm sorry for my part in it and for the wounds I caused. If I had the ink, I would rewrite it into another tale, I would spin a web of dreams where we can hold each other how we were meant to. None of these words can turn it around, of course, and here is where the memories carrying their knives come in again. A part of me will forever wish it had been different. A part of me will always belong to our story. But I cannot change it, I cannot change it even though my dreams refuse to believe it. They are still holding on and I don't know yet how I can teach them to open their fists.

And so, the only thing I can do now is to take my own hands as they are and to hold them gently instead of tearing them off. Because where would that lead me? Eternally drowning in long-gone questions as I've always been doing? I have to drag myself out of this eclipse even though I'm nothing but a screaming, scratching, wailing creature these days. I have to grab myself by the shoulders and say,

"Listen, I know I cannot withstand this. I know I want to let myself tumble into the abyss. But I cannot allow it, not yet. There is still a heartbeat singing in me and there are still riddles to unravel. There is still the faint promise of days drenched in light. They belonged to me once, and perhaps they might belong to me again. Even though the pain envelops me right now, I can learn to shed it fragment by fragment. I may not see it right now, but I must believe in it anyway because I have no other choice. I owe it to the child that still rests deep within the oceans of my mind. She was not made for this world, but she still deserves to experience always yet another sunrise."

So I will have to stumble onwards, always onwards. I have no way of knowing how far I will make it and the universes within me are always growing heavier.

I hope amongst them is one where I see you not only in my dreams, where magic has found us and we fly amidst crows and run with the foxes in bodies that feel true to our souls. I hope you have all the love you deserve there and I hope it can untangle the roots of pain you carry. I hope you find it in this universe as well. I hope you are protected by an ever-glowing moon and a canopy of autumn leaves.

I keep it all within me, in the garden I told you about. Perhaps we can meet there, some day, in another dimension, when it has all transformed again.

I will leave the gate open, just in case.

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sunshine-vine · 3 months ago

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Fine, I'll do it myself. Here's a sneak peek jeje...

(Inspired by a handful of random corridos as well as @aransmind Cowboy!Suguru who lives in my head rent-free)

Enjoy!

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Cowgirls Don't Cry

This old mission has served many a purpose, or so Suguru’s been told. It was built as an outpost, grew into a settlement, became a sanctuary and whatever else was needed from it, if the tales are to be believed. One thing’s certain though: This is a place of war.

Too many times these blackened stone walls have been razed under the burning desert sun. Taken, burned, taken again, ransacked and plundered, adopted, pillaged, forgotten… flung from oil-greased hands to ones painted in blood, left destitute and crawling with snakes. Now, it's fallen into Suguru's care, but once upon a while ago, it was a church.

Suguru approaches the cathedral doors in the quiet of the night, boots silent against the powder-fine dust below. The man never wears rattling silver spurs; don't need ‘em or their sharp pageantry to do his work. A man of his word don't have to kick his horse nor his calvary to get what he wants from ‘em. When Suguru says “run”, they do, and he don't have to raise his voice.

The towering wooden doors to the inner corridor creak open with the whine of hinges carrying far too heavy a load.

And there she is, right where he knew she'd be: knelt in front of a mass of melting wax. Flames from a whole mess of candles twist and blow with her breath, making her shadow out to be a monster when it's only itty-bitty Shoko sitting down there. Life’s tricky that way, ain't it?

She doesn't look up as he saunters forth, not even as he stops a few paces away to admire her beauty one last time. Here in the candlelight, she might be made of silk and fire. What a petty outlaw ever did to deserve a treasure this fine is far beyond his recollection, but while he's here, he may as well thank his lucky stars.

He steps forward once again, closing the distance. His wild rose doesn't flinch the slightest bit as his calloused fingers trace beneath her auburn hair.

“Come on outside with me now, precious. You're gonna catch a chill breathin’ all this smoke-air.”

“I'm fixin’ to, Sugu. Let me pray my penance now, ya hear?”

He chuckles, nuzzling close against her neck. As she turns to sigh at him, he catches his own reflection in those deep brown eyes, so worn and weathered. For a moment, the smoke grows thicker, the flickering flames more somber, his voice deeper as he catches her lip and says:

“Then, say a prayer for me.”

With a wince dug deep from her soul, she throws her arms around him as if to hold him to this Earth.

“God will keep us free.”

He holds her closer, kissing the top of her hair. One last moment to memorize the sweet aroma and her feel against his lips. Then, a close murmur in the dark:

“Shoko… This is my last fight. If they take me back to Texas, they won't take me back alive.”

The wheezing puff up from her ribs couldn't credibly be called a laugh – more a testament to his audacity than anything – but then, she tried.

“Don't let ‘em take ya.”

He nods – a little lie to keep the peace. Wouldn't do to die come morning and have Shoko angry with him.

___

Moon blankets the Juarez mountains in a shining pool of blue. Below, two lovers shunned and damned lay waiting on the rocks.

“What’re ya gonna do when they hang me, Sho?”

He asks unto the stars. She stretches, contemplating to the sky.

“Move out to Tijuana, I s’pose.”

He coughs a laugh, making a puff of mist with his breath in the chill desert air.

“Tijuana ain't your kinda town. Ain't no gold, and there ain't nobody like me.”

She sighs, filling up the night with white regrets.

“There’ll never be another man like you, Sugu honey. Ain't never been and won't be since.”

“Never?”

“Not ever.”

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If I make a whole story out of this, would y'all read it? 👀 📖

Someone wanna write me an Outlaw! Suguru x Sheriff! Gojo?

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spiderrrling · 2 years ago

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Everything I never told you

summary - your best friend eddie tells you something he really wishes he would have told you sooner | 900 words

warnings - so much angst, reader is in the hospital after taking eddies place in season 4

a/n - sad about ruining your hand? channel it into angst, im genuinely so sorry but i think it's some of my best writing in a bit

"Hey there Trouble," his fingers grazed over your cheek, and he swears he can see the slightest twitch in your eye, hope he wishes won't be empty. Falling down in the chair next to you, normally he would be afraid to wake you from your sleep, a fear quickly subsided.

"you know I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to even start talk to you like this," Eddies voice quivered as his hand latched onto yours tighter than before, his burning hot skin against your ice cold, a touch he used to be so familiar with now turned into something grotesque, ugly even.

"you're here, physically I can see you, I can touch you," he squeezed your hand at that comment, "but you, the you that I know isn't here, I can't see that little glint in your eye as you come up with our next prank, I can't hear your laugh as I make the same lame joke for the millionth time, the you that completes me isn't here," his voice shakes again, whatever sliver of control he had mustered up slipped away from the moment he saw you.

"and you know what, I can't help but blame myself for it, it's my fault, I should have stopped you I should have done something, I should have-" his voice breaks, the hand that isn't holding yours covers his mouth in an attempt to conceal the pain slipping through his mask.

He's shoulding himself again, a common occurrence for someone in this state, everything he knew he should have said. The things that slip through the cracks waiting for the perfect moment before re appearing. But there is no such thing as a perfect moment is there?

It's just the lie we tell ourselves when we are too afraid to say what we really want to say.

But if there ever was a perfect moment, Eddie was sure it couldn't be this.

Lidded eyes, pillows of prisine white bandages slowly turning pink, fanned out hair over threadbare hospital sheets.

Nothing can be heard, other than your deep machine made breaths mixing with his panicked shallow ones.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here, another thing I should have done. "But seeing you- seeing you here means it's real, it means nightmares I could not even dare to dream now stand at my doorstep taking the form of you."

His fingers lace with yours, your grip weak and feeble in his. He probably couldn't remember all the times you held hands, but he knew the feeling of your limp hand in his would haunt him for years to come.

"Lots of people have been though, you would laugh if you knew how many bouquets of flowers that line this room, or the amount of stuffed animals," he takes a second to look around the room before continuing "You're so loved, so loved, no one more than me."

"I wasn't sure what to bring you, you'd hate flowers, make a comment about how they'd wilt before you even got a chance to see them. But it wont shock you to know, Wayne figured it out in the end," he paused, using his free hand to pull something from his bag and placing it in a free spot on the table beside you.

A mug.

Blue with flowers.

The one Wayne bought for you after he realized he considered you family.

It was perfect.

"Yeah it's pretty damn good don't you think, beats all the teddy bears bought at the gift shop if you ask me," he was still holding your hand, terrified of letting you go because he didn't know if he would be able to grab a hold of you again only to be met with no response.

"It's my fault-" he repeats again, "it's my fault you're-" dying, he wants to say it, the word stays deathly silent but they might as well be the loudest thing in the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all I did, for all I didn't do, for everything I never told you, for all of it I'm so sorry,"

Did you even know what was happening? He had no choice but to believe you did.

"It's ok if you can't fight anymore, it's ok to rest, I just need you to know the last thing I should have done, I should have told you I love you,"

"Not like I do every day, I am in love with you and that is all that I need you to know. The way you never give up on me, the way you talk to Wayne, the way you make me feel when you look at me as if I'm the only other person you share this world with, I'm in love with all of it." Tears had long ago formed in his eyes while he struggled to choke out the words he wishes for you to know.

"I won't bother you for long, I'll let you rest now," Eddie stood up, pressing his lips to your forehead, letting himself linger for more than he should.

"I love you," he whisperes softly against your skin, before finally dropping your hand back into the tussled bedsheets beneath.

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blueicequeen19 · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can I request a darkish rafe x pogue reader where they're on the ship at the end of season two and reader basically sacrifices herself and distracts rafe and offers to stay on the ship with him so the others can escape? Thank you 😊

Distraction

"I'll stay. I'll distract Rafe, you find Sarah and get to the lifeboat." I push my cousin towards the door, giving him no opportunity to argue. John B opens his mouth to protest but we quickly hear footsteps so I give him another push, pleading with my eyes for him not to push this. He nods before climbing up the ladder and disappearing. I take a deep breath, pushing thoughts of JJ out of my mind as I walk in the direction of the footsteps instead of away.

I round the corner the same time Rafe does and his face darkens. I turn to run but he catches me around the waist, hauling me through the first door he finds. It appears to be someone's cabin.

"Where's John B?" Rafe demands, shoving me down on the chair.

"I don't know!" I shout and Rafe grips my face harshly.

"You're lying. Where did he go?" Rafe growls and I shake my head, my cheeks hurting from his grasp.

"It doesn't matter, Rafe. You won. You got the cross and the gold." Rafe shakes his head before releasing his hold on me.

"I'm going to kill all your friends. Starting with John B then JJ." Rafe moves to the door and I jump to my feet, catching his arm.

"Rafe, wait." I press my body against his, his eyes slowly taking me in. I slide my hand up his chest, feeling all the defined muscle beneath his shirt before letting my hand graze over the bulge in his shorts. He places his hand over mine, making me squeeze his length while not tearing his gaze away from mine.

"You're trying to distract me." Rafe snarls and I shake my head, stroking him through his shorts.

"No. I want you, Rafe. I've always wanted you." I swallow the lump in my throat, popping the button on his pants and he lets out a breath. JJ pops in my head but I push it away. I had to buy them time.

"Are your Pogues not fucking you right?" Rafe's voice is gruff as I slip my hand in his boxers, finding his impressive length and stroking him root to tip. My hands threatened to shake but I forced myself to push through.

"No one is fucking me right." I flirt and Rafe licks his lips, looking down to see my hand moving in his pants.

"Take it out and get on your knees, Pogue." I slowly do as he says, his cock bobbing in my face as I look up at him. "Such a pretty mouth. Open it." Rafe grips my chin and I obey, feeling the heat from his flesh against my lips. I suck the tip while stroking his shaft, his fingers tangling in my hair. Rafe pushed further and further into my throat until I was gagging but he gave me no room to breathe. I dig my nails into his thighs but he doesn't seem phased as he starts to fuck my face. Tears fill my eyes, my scalp burning from his hands while saliva runs down my chin.

"If you're going to offer yourself up to distract me, I might as well get my money's worth." I gag again just as Rafe shoves himself further down my throat, spewing his hot cum like a faucet. I can't stop gagging even though I'm forced to swallow him down. Rafe groans loud and long before hauling me to my feet and forcing me over the arm of the couch by the door. I'm light headed from the lack of oxygen as he yanks my shorts down my legs. He cups my pussy, rubbing me hard and fast until I'm a whimpering mess, my slick running down my thighs. I hated that I was enjoying this.

"Look how wet you are, you little Pogue bitch. You want this. If only JJ could see you now." I open my mouth to protest when he slams into me, my body collapsing. Rafe keeps a firm grip on my hips, fucking me hard. The couch moves and slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck, Rafe." I cry, stroking my clit as a powerful orgasm hits me all too suddenly.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you. You'll be running back to me for more. That fucking prick won't be able to satisfy you like I do."

"Shut up, Rafe." I snap, anger mixing with desire in my gut. Rafe yanks me upright by my hair, his hand tightly over my throat as his hips slap against my ass. I can’t breathe as my eyes start to roll back.

"You bought them time but I'm still going to kill them. And when I'm done with your pussy, I'll kill you too. Killing is nature."

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sleepywriter00 · 10 months ago

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Thanks for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks!!

My words: habit, presence, hate, owe

Your words: conceptual, burning, tease, dread

Habit

From My Knight in Leather (Ever's POV)

"Geeze Bri! Be careful! I'd hate for the godmother of my child to die before they are even born… " I hinted, waiting for my words to fully register in her brain to get her reaction to the decision I had previously made while I was in the shower. As soon as I sat next to her on the bed- being mindful of the food surrounding it- I was pulled into her tight and loving embrace.

Happy tears streamed down her face as she pulled away, keeping her hands on my shoulder as her crystal blue eyes looked deep into my icy silvery gray ones. Probably trying to see if I'm being serious. When she couldn't find a shred of doubt in my stare, her smile widened even more -if that were even possible- as she continuously thanked me over and over again until I got annoyed and shoved a cookie into her mouth to shut her up. " You don't need to thank me, Brianna. You're like a sister to me and I know that you are going to be an amazing aunt and godmother to mine and Enzo's child. " She only nodded, munching happily on the chocolaty goodness mirroring the sincere smile that rested on my face, before a small frown replaced it, seemingly in thought. "How and when are you planning on telling Enzo? " Bri questioned, her right eyebrow lifting in curiosity. Sighing I looked down at my lap playing with my fingers, trying to distract myself from the growing panic settling in my chest. "I don't know how… But I am going to tell him tonight while we are on our date. I just hope that he doesn't reject us… " my hands subconsciously started to rub my lower stomach. I don't have a noticeable baby bump quite yet, but rubbing small circles over that area brings me comfort and I have no doubt that it will become a habit pretty soon. I'm okay with that though. The sooner the better was Bri's only response, but her grip on my hand showed that she was here for me no matter what the outcome of this date might be. And that's all I needed.

Presence

From My Knight in Leather (Ever's POV)

"Are you guys sure it's okay that I'm here?... I don't want you guys to feel uncomfortable, I mean this is your place so if me being here makes you guys uncomfortable then I–" A hand covering my mouth stopped me from rambling my concerns ever further. In shock, I looked to see Jade giving me a stern glare that sent a shiver down my spine in fear. "Ever, listen to me 'cause I'm only going to say this once, " her icy glare turned into a soft and sincere smile as her hand moved from my mouth to my hand giving it a light squeeze. " You are more than welcome to stay here. You have gone through a lot in just one day and need to rest… And we are not uncomfortable with your presence, we've just never had anyone other than Jake stay over and that's only when he's had too much to drink." I couldn't help but imagine what a drunk Jake must be like. He seems like the type who is very clingy when intoxicated and honestly that's adorable.

Hate

From My Knight in Leather (Ever's POV)

What the actual hell is happening? Why is he acting like we're still together?.... Oooh! I get it! Yeah no that's not happening! Not today, Satan! Not to-day! "Get your greasy eyebrows the fuck away from me Enzo! We're not together anymore! " I made sure to yell as loud as I could, just so I could draw attention. And it worked, I noticed a bunch of people had started to gather around us, and usually it would freak me out because I hate large crowds. But I'm not gonna let him use me so that his 'reputation' as the "perfect boyfriend" would stay intact. It's not happening!

Owe

From My Knight in Leather (Ever's POV)

"We need to call the cops. " Adrian said, sitting down next to me as he looked the note over with a scowl on his face. "Are you sure it was him you saw?" he asked, turning to me with a concerned yet fierce look in his eyes. I nodded, clearing the bile that made its way up my throat "this note only confirms it, he's the only one that I know who writes his 'S' sharp like a Z… " I confirmed, pointing at the words written on the paper. "Mom's on the phone with an old friend who's a cop, that I guess owes her a favor– he said that he and his partner are on their way… " Jake walked out of the kitchen, handing me one of the two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. "Thanks Jake… " I smiled softly, bringing the steaming chocolatey goodness to my lips. He made it just how I like it, piping hot with a bit of cinnamon sprinkled over the quickly melting whipped cream. "Where's mine? " Adrian asked when he saw Jake bringing the other cup in his hands to his own lips, a playful smirk on his lips. "You're a big boy you can make yourself a cup of hot cocoa on your own right? " he smirked while taking another sip of his drink, shooting me a playful wink. Leave it to Jake to make light out of a serious situation…

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Notice - from The Secret Portal Part Two

Niri looked at the cards in his hand. With a five, two sevens, and eight, he would just need a six from Gabriel to claim a run, though a quick runthrough of the potential pattern of play in his head determined that one of the cards could not be played. Niri could live with a run of four, though. He played the seven of clubs before signing, “Eleven.” Gabriel played a six of diamonds before calling, “Seventeen.” Exactly what Niri needed. Niri glanced at his hand, then the Cribbage peg board. He needed fourteen more points to win, and with his hand and the start card, he already had fifteen. If he played his five, he could claim the run of four. However, if he played his eight, he could just claim the run of three. He even had the crib to still add. Whatever he did, he’d be okay. Niri brushed his finger past the five and to the eight of hearts. “Twenty-five,” he signed after placing it down. “That gives me a run of three.” Gabriel grunted slightly as Niri pegged his new score. He glared at his hand before tossing a card on his pile. “Thirty. Please tell me you don’t have an ace.” Niri didn’t have an ace. But Gabriel’s five made the play a run of five. Niri clutched his fingers on his last two cards to prevent himself from signing a help. Please just notice, he thought desperately. “Jesus, Shyaka, either play or say go.” Niri cringed as he set down his cards. “Go.” “Ha-ha,” Gabriel said as he moved his peg. He turned the stack in front of him over and waited for Niri to do the same. “You could’ve claimed a run of five,” Niri pointed out before doing so. “What?” His eyes moved around as he thought. “Shit, I forgot I played a four first. I hate this stupid game and its rules. Why would a run count when it’s out of order?” “You’re the one who asked me to teach you!” “Whatever, let’s just finish the round.” They did, and Niri didn’t even have to pick up the crib to win.

Strange - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

“If you’re dizzy, I’d rather you not carry me,” Carmen complained, pushing herself off me. “Carmen—” Jedi started. “No, really, I’m fine.” I was grateful, as I was feeling nauseous. I suddenly understood the elevator. I knew that the mechanics helped cancel out the impact of gravity toward the end, using techniques of negative energy. Stairs didn’t exist in Alium—too great of a height difference existed—so this was their version of an emergency stairwell. I groaned as my head throbbed with a flood of information I wasn’t expecting. I pressed my fingers to my temple. I closed my eyes, focusing on the troubling sensation. Straining, I pushed the feeling away from my mind. That was better. I opened my eyes, gasping when I saw the others collapse to the ground. I must’ve pushed that sickening feeling onto them. I latched my mind onto them, straining, trying to wake them up. Nothing. I twisted my ring with my thumb, trying again. Still, nothing. I focused on them individually but found a strange block on Jedi and Carmen. I could get into basic information and thoughts, as I’d done to get their names, but anything more to wake them up was proven impossible, or at least difficult. But even if that block wasn't there, my efforts on Carla and George weren’t proven to be any more successful. Something around here had to help, right? I sat beside their unconscious bodies, criss-cross, and closed my eyes. I focused on my breathing and put into effect some of the advice Carla gave me earlier. I tried expanding my mind to find anything that could help with the situation. I felt my consciousness stretch out over the entire building, a large, elaborate mansion, as I could now tell. I heard that screaming girl again, but pushed her aside. I’d already figured she was most likely a memory. A sudden pull caused my eyes to fly open. I jumped to my feet, spinning to run in the opposite direction.

Empty - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“You thinking about something?” Akash asked at the table as I stared at the bowl in front of me. “Have you ever thought about how cereal is like the skeleton of milk?” “You’re implying that milk is meat, and I don’t like that at all.” “Milk has fat—yes, I’m implying that it’s meat.” “So milk is cereal that’s, like, boneless?” “Exactly.” “However, some people have cereal dry, which means that the cereal is a fatless skeleton, but we add fat if we feel the need.” “Does that make the bowl the flesh?” “Of course it does.” “So we’re eating the insides right out of the skin?” Akash paused. “Yes.” “Terrifyingly morbid,” I said, taking a huge bite of my soggy bowl-innards. “Some people have fruit in their cereal,” Akash pointed out. “What are those?” “Organs?” I suggested. “Sure, why not?” “I just realized something even more morbid.” “What?” “So we keep the bones in its own separate box, we keep the meat refrigerated in a liquid state, it’s already disemboweled, and we keep its empty flesh sack in a dark room with other flesh sacks.” “What the heck are you guys talking about?” I looked up to see Sammy in the doorway, her hair a mess from just getting out of bed. “You’re up early,” I noted. Sammy shrugged. “I got hungry.” “You want some disemboweled innards served directly in the flesh sack?” Akash asked, holding up his bowl. Sammy pressed her eyebrows together in a disturbed expression. “I think I’ll get toast.”

Cold - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

“How would a tiger be useful to shift into?” “Camoflauge,” I answered. “Their colors and stripes are almost an illusion to keep them hidden from their prey. But snow leopards are better hunters. And better jumpers, though Bengal tigers can jump pretty well.” “Which is more useful? A snow leopard or a tiger?” “If it was cold enough, easily a snow leopard. They’re more efficient and powerful. But I think tigers would be applicable to other situations. Snow leopards also have giant paws that work like snowshoes so they don’t leave deep indentations in the snow.” “I thought you researched tigers this week,” said Liam. “I kinda got on a research rabbit hole on big cats,” I admitted. “Cheetahs would be useful if I needed to run really fast and accelerate quickly. But the non-retractable claws would be painful. Cheetahs have to be careful with when they use their speed. Lions would be useful, but unfortunately lionesses work better in groups and while male lions are better in one-v-one fights, I don’t know if it’s possible to morph into another sex at will.” Liam smiled. “I wish it were that easy. But unfortunately, it’s rather difficult to do. But I mean, if you get really good, it’s possible.” He stood, clapping his hands. “Okay, I think that small tiger, the Sumatran, would be a good place to start. Just so you don’t strain yourself.” “Do you know what Carla meant my reaching inside myself to my inner animal?” I asked as I stood. “Hm.” Liam pursed his lips. “Well, humans have their own instincts, and so do animals. According to the research I did on animal morphians, you can adopt the instincts of an animal if you’re triggered by a heightened emotional state or you stay in the form for too long. Do you remember how I described it to you?” I nodded. “Feel all the atoms in my body. Think about them changing and rearranging. My DNA unwrapping and tying together in new ways. Taking and removing atoms from other places to change mine.” “And isn’t noting your own atoms similar enough to reaching inside yourself?” “I guess.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I prepared for the pain.

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

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redheadspark · 3 years ago

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Don’t Cry No Tears ❄️

Shang Chi x Ex Black Widow Reader

Summary: Shangqi shows his girlfriend, an ex-Black Widow, the true wonders of the first snowfall of the Season.

A/N: I just CAN’T let go of this Shang Chi and Ex Black Widow pairing! I might make it a series, who knows!

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Seasons weren’t that big of a deal to you. You were accustomed to blend into them when you were a Widow in the past, having to adapt to any weather to situation.

Yet now you didn’t have to, it was like you were seeing it through a new set of eyes.

Summer time was terrible: too hot for you to just sit and try to cool down. And you burned like a lobster.

Springtime was a nightmare on your allergies, sniffling all the time and feeling heavy in the head.

Fall was weird: Some days it was hot and some days it was cold. The orange and yellow leaves weren't so bad though.

Winter was a different beast.

Something about the cold made you remember your old life as a Widow. You had no idea if it was the bite of the cold on your skin, or just being in the vast wasteland of white that made you think of your old ways.

Now once again it was Winter at ten Avengers Compound, you were waking up early one morning to the soothing touches and kisses across your nose and cheeks. Although you were in a deep sleep, you knew those touches and kisses instantly. You reminded yourself every morning when you woke up: Your were safe, you were free, and you were with him.

Shangqi, the light in your ever darkness.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” he hummed against your forehead with his lips. You grumbled.

“What is it?” You groaned, wanting to sleep in some more. Yet Shangqi tutted and pulled the covers down adn away from you. You glared at him, seeing his handsome and yet playful gaze at you.

“It’s snowing outside!” He sounded like a child on Christmas. It was cute, although too early for you to indulge in.

“You can go jump in yourself,” You said in a grumble, yet you were getting a bit pliant as he wrapped his arms around you to gently pull you up from your spot in the bed. You sighed, becoming too easy to give in with him. You had to wonder when you got soft and a pushover.

Yet when you looked in the eyes on your boyfriend, the man who took your darkness and brought it to light, you knew why.

Shangqi merely grinned at him, that smile would make any icy heart melt.

“It’s better to enjoy it now before it turns to ice and gets uncomfortable.” He reminded you gently as he pushed your hair out of your eyes with his fingers, “And I don't wanna go out there all alone and enjoy it by myself. I’d rather be with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend,”

“What a dilemma for you,” You joked with him with small sarcasm, yet your smile was growing on your face as he was peering into your eyes and still holding you close. You finally sighed, Shangqi chuckling as he saw he won the battle.

“Fine,” you complied, “But I’m coming inside when I start to freeze and turn into a popsicle,”

“Deal,” he hummed in victory.

You both threw on your winter clothes, you learned how to work with layers when you used to be a Widow in the past and you had to move fast. Although you had no mission now, you still used layers and nothing too heavy.

Shangqi was all too excited to go out, waiting patiently for you as your braided your hair back and threw on your gloves. You never felt rushed with Shangqi, it was the many things that you loved about him.

Once you two were finally ready to take on the snow, Shangqi took your hand in his and held open the door for you to the outer courtyard of the Avengers compound.

The cold hit your skin first, having you recoil for a moment before the blinding whiteness of the scenery around you almost blinded you. It took you a moment to adjust.

Yet once you did, it was breathtaking.

The snow covering the entire area looked so soft and peaceful, like some kind of wonderland as the light snowflakes were cascading down onto the ground. You felt a few snowflakes touching your skin, the cooling touch against your red cheeks was sensation. It was so quiet, quiet and serene to drink in.

It made you realize you never once, not in your memory, you recall enjoying a soft moment in the snow ever in your life. You never had a moment to pause and drink in the serenity and the gentleness of the first snowfall.

Something inside of you, the feeling of peace and almost safety was going over you like a snowy blanket.

Shangqi’s hand in yours squeezed slightly, having you look over at him and seeing him peer down at you with his soft smile and loving gaze in his eyes. You saw the snowflakes in his dark hair, on his eyelashes, and even on his cheeks as you two were looking at each other.

“You look beautiful in the snow, sweetheart,” He hummed to you, making it sound so simple to say but it was so much for you to hear. You grinned widely, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek before you looked down at the powder on the ground in front of your boots.

Reaching down, you took a handful and stood back up, cupping the cold substance in your hands and feeling it already starting to melt in your warm palm. You giggled.

“It’s so soft,” You hummed, then looking at Shangqi with a mischievous raised eyebrow and grin. Shangqi’s smile faded away, almost looking worried.

“Don’t you dare--” Before he could finish, he threw the snow at him. He only got a bit on his face, dodging the rest as you laughed. The laugh ran out in the courtyard, a hearty one as you felt so whole there, feet deep in the snow and with your boyfriend and lover. Shangqi playfully glared at you.

“Oh, you’re dead!” He said, you bolting away from him as he reached down to get his ammunition.

This went on for a few solid minutes, the two of you in a snowball fight. Shang Chi may of had the upper hand with speed and being able to dodge the snowballs you threw, but you were skilled in aiming precisely where you wanted to hit.

The only sounds were hard were the crunching of snow from your feet and you digging up snowballs, and your laughter echoing off the walls of the Avenger building.

The snow was starting to chill you after a while, yet you had no heart to stop with Shang as you two were circling each other like it was a game fo cat and mouse.

Shangqi finally got the upper hand with you, tackling you to the snow ground and your shrieks were hearing in the air as you fell into the pillow of cold. Shangqi hovered over you, a grin plastered on his face and laughter on his lips. You were laughing too, sinking into the snow and feeling the cold sink into your jacket and your hair as you peered up at him.

For a moment, you thought of him as an angel.

Shangqi was an angel. He saved you from being alone, being in the dark and shut away from the world.

You paused under him, gazing at him with your rosy cheeks and your red tipped nose.

Shangqi was always there for you since you left that old life. He show it that it was oaky to have a shitty past but a promising future. He expressed to you that a family can be found, not just made.

Most importantly, that even the severely broken can be mended.

Shangqi mended you, thoroughly and completely.

You leaned up to kiss him, his cold lips against yours spread warmth into your blood stream as you both held the kiss in the snow pile you both were perched in. Shangqi leaned into you, never one to stray from a kiss from you as you sighed against his lips and embrace. You felt one of his hands touch your neck, making you shiver from feeling the ice cold fingers. Yet you leaned in closer, not wanting to be far away from him.

You had no idea if it was the snow that made you act like this, or that you were in a simple state of mind of peace and sanity, but your love for Shangqi was getting deeper and wider.

“I love you,” you hummed against his lips, feeling him smile as you opened your eyes and gazed at him. Shangqi looked back, pure love in his eyes as he was searching your orbs.

“And as much as I want to make out on the snowy ground with you,” You started, seeing Shangqi laugh and lean down to rest his forehead against your shoulder, “I am officially cold. Let’s go inside and warm up,”

“As you wish, my Milady,” Shangqi hummed in a face British Accent, getting up and pulling you up to then have you in his arms, bridal style. You almost squealed from the movement, sighed in a smile as your arms went around his neck.

“I can make us some hot apple cider and we can sit in front of a fire,” He hummed as he walked the pair of your towards the door, “And we can find other ways to warm each up….”

You giggled and slightly blushed, though Shangqi showed no shame in what he said

“I’m just giving you options,” he reasoned.m, “But cider and a fire first!”

“Sounds heavenly,” you replied in a grin, resting your head against his chest. You took one last look at the snow atmosphere around you, feeling beyond content. All it took was a few minutes in the snow to change you worldview of Winter.

In the past, Winter was bleak and forgettable.

Now with Shangqi, you weren't going to forget anytime soon.

The End.

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weepinglevi · 4 years ago

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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honeybeekao · 2 years ago

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So many people would call this simple gesture love, if there was an onlooker who caught this moment standing alone — they'd say it was pretty obvious. But, the issue with that proclamation resided in the very first chapters of their uncertain little novel. For a casual onlooker had no way of knowing a single damn thing. Feelings could mean a myriad of truths, and without experiencing the deep, lifelong history, all judgement could be chalked up to only speculation. If an onlooker were to read the very words that rung in Madara's heart, they might call it love. But Madara didn't know enough to deny. Just as such he hadn't a clue how to back that claim up either. There was no way it was love.

"You okay~?" Madara said loud enough to make sure it didn't get drowned out.

He felt Rei move his head, if only slightly. Then his voice came after. "Uh-huh."

"Do you wanna talk about it–" Madara's fingers continued to caress his back. "You don't have to, of course. We can pretend it never happened too, I can keep a secret."

Rei moved enough to look up at Madara, he couldn't see anything in the night's shadow but he knew enough to imagine. It was easy to memorize someone like him. "No. I'm tired of pretendin', but I'd rather jus' ignore it for now. Ask again later, 'kay?"

"Okay."

"Hey Mikejima-kun."

"Hm?"

"Since we've got nothin' to do tomorrow, we should plan something." For some reason, this burst of casualness didn't phase him in the slightest. Though It probably should have. And how could he object with Rei in his arms? Seemed too cruel.

"Mmm whaddya mean? Where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere, as long as it's with you." Teetering on this being too sickly sweet, blame it on the cough medicine. It seemed they didn't need curing then, for their walls had been torn down. At least for the moment.

Madara didn't let his voice get caught in his throat. "That's a bet waiting to happen Rei-san."

"When have I ever not taken a chance, Mikejima?" There it was. It seemed the breaths his happy little heart took became nothing short of hyperventilating, most people might call it a heart palpitation. Madara called it trying his luck.

I'll bet my whole life on you— "then I'll just have to win this for the boooth of us. Careful, I don't want to see the face you make when you lose." I don't want you to regret knowing me.

Rei snuck his other hand up to reach Madara's face. Trailing his thumb over freckled skin and acne scars. Warm and comforting as it was, he knew he'd want to bask in the company for as long as he possibly could. He knew there was nowhere else he'd rather be than in this man's arms—there was just no other warmth he'd ever gotten to know. The brilliant star in the sky they called the sun took such a toll on him, he'd even begun to believe he just wasn't meant to feel it. Sakuma Rei couldn't feel warmth, lest it tear him apart, feather by feather. And yet.. Madara had never managed to burn him. His warmth was safe—-his warmth was home. What did home mean?

"I've never lost in my life-" his life was tattered with losses.

"And I still envy your confidence. Take it eeeaasy Rei-san, should try and get some more rest." Madara pulled Rei's slender hand in his, and this time he trailed over those few scars that littered it. The callouses at his fingertips present and there and Madara knew they both had so many scars that were unlike the other's. He knew that Rei led a much different life than he did, even with their fateful similarities.. Even when they danced in tune, they had their differences, it showed in their scars.

"When I wake up, I'll consider myself the winner already."

#madarei #tee hee this IS like my favorite part actually #<3 #madara mikejima #rei sakuma

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honestgrins · 3 years ago

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if you're doing prompts... Mates Trope?! something during s1-2 of TO where part of the reason the wolves (or maybe just the elders who are very righteous about tradition) don't trust klaus is because he wanders around with everyone but his mate (which for this purpose i guess they can sense when a wolf is mated)

Oh || Klaroline

Elijah frowned deeply. “I’m not sure which scenario would be less tolerable to the pack, you being disrespectful to the mate bond or being mated to a vampire.”

Cradling the noticeable swell of her baby bump, Hayley snorted. “I might very well be carrying the next alpha with his disrespectful ass, so they’ll get over it eventually,” she pointed out. “But the vampire thing is always going to be a problem.”

“Not if Miss Forbes stays away from New Orleans.”

That was the crux of it, truly. Whether or not he had a mate, there was precious little Klaus could do about it in the eyes of the pack while she gave his city a wide berth. Honestly, her absence would likely make it all easier for them to swallow - perhaps to forget entirely with a few generations of distance. The thought left a hollow feeling in his chest, one far more noticeable since learning of his…predicament.

Learning he was to be a father after a millennium of running from the only one he’d ever known had been difficult enough. He’d ingratiated himself into the fabric of New Orleans in order to situate it to his needs, even softening the wolf pack to the idea of his leadership outside of the traditional hierarchy - at least, until he returned from Mystic Falls with a freshly established mate bond he apparently left behind.

A mate bond he could only imagine began with a defiant kiss and a slow-rising smile as bright as a sunlit afternoon.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know a thing about it until Hayley broke the news as to why the pack had turned against him. It was small comfort to know her use as a direct line in the camp, but he needed more. He knew so little about life as a wolf, that having been denied him for so long. “How can they know that I’ve found my mate?” Suspicion was a long-earned habit, and nothing was adding up. “How can they sense it here when I had no idea with her right in my arms?”

With a delicate cough, Elijah leaned forward to take some of his focus off Hayley. “I understand this is a difficult revelation, and there’s much to be learned about the mate phenomenon. However, I feel there’s a decided advantage in ensuring Miss Forbes is a non-factor in the politics of the city.”

His hand was around his brother’s throat before he could consciously think to do it, his hybrid strength more than enough to pin Elijah to the wall. “Stop. Talking.”

“Klaus.” Hayley’s voice was shaking, and her hands now covered her belly in a protective gesture. “You feel it now, don’t you? The need to protect her above all else?” She stood slowly, careful not to spook him further. “Even over your own brother?”

With excruciating control, he loosened his grip, finger by finger. “Alright,” he breathed once he could manage it past the sudden onslaught of rage. “I’m listening.”

“Caroline, you’re up!”

For at least the third time that afternoon, Caroline reminded herself there were too many witnesses at the Fall Festival to eat her sorority sisters. "I'm all for scamming money out of sleaze bags in the name of philanthropy, but I still think there are better ways to go about it than a kissing booth."

Amber just scoffed. "Suck it up, pledge, we all had to pay our dues," she said, divesting herself of the Gamma blue sash that said Kiss me! and handing it to Caroline. "If it helps, there's a total hottie in line. I almost extended my shift to get a chance at him."

Rolling her eyes, she forced a pageant smile as she slipped the sash over her head. "Thanks for your sacrifice."

"Funny," a familiar voice noted behind her. "You never thanked me for any of the sacrifices I made."

With a deep breath, she tried to make herself count to ten before turning. Call it personal growth that she made it to six when her glare fell on Klaus waiting at the booth. "I'm sorry, are we including the time you literally tried to sacrifice me? Because I'm so not in the mood to deal with you today, in case you can't tell."

"Oh my god, Caroline!" Amber looked mildly scared, but she took a step in front of her anyway, a stance she recognized from other sisters at any number of frat parties when a creep made himself known. "Who is this guy? Do I need to call security?"

She glanced back to Klaus, who remained uncharacteristically quiet as she decided what to do. Reluctantly, she met Amber's eyes with widened pupils. "Everything is fine, but someone needs to cover my shift. You never saw him, and I went home sick." When Amber obediently repeated her words, she also returned the sash. "Thanks!" she called out, quick as she was to flash away from the crowd, knowing he would follow.

Her dorm wasn't exactly a safe bet, given Elena and Damon's constant sexiling, and she didn't want to risk Bonnie catching them on campus. The only place she could think of was the wooded trail behind the chemistry building, where she found a quiet bench for them to sit. Well, for him to sit and for her to pace in front of. "We had a deal, Klaus. You weren't supposed to come back."

"To Mystic Falls," he clarified, his hands pressed together between his knees. At her decided frown, he allowed himself a sigh of discomfort. "Unfortunately, I have good reason to violate the spirit of our agreement."

She crossed her arms and waited.

He sighed again. "Sweetheart-"

"Just rip the band-aid off, Klaus!"

"I need you to accompany me back to New Orleans, and I need you to trust me enough to keep you safe," he said. With eyes intent on hers, his energy seemed barely contained, like he wanted nothing more than to grab her and go. "I would like you to do so freely. And quickly."

Her arms tightened, and she sank onto her jutted hip as she took in his plaintive request. "Points for being polite, I guess, but I doubt you would be if I were in any real danger. What I don't know is if this is you being overly cautious or just being a dick."

Rubbing two fingers at his temple, there was an ancient exhaustion in his face. "Neither of us can truly know what this is," he muttered to himself more than anything. He spoke up with more resolve. "Elijah wanted to hide you away in one of our many properties throughout the world, and Rebekah suggested a less involved plan that offered you an anonymous scholarship across the country - anything to keep you far away from me."

"Why are your siblings trying to get rid of me?" she demanded. "I didn't even do anything."

He shifted on his feet, and he couldn't quite meet her eyes. If he weren't Klaus Mikaelson, she might think he were embarrassed. "Your absence in New Orleans has been noted."

Confused, she pressed her hands to her face. "I seriously doubt that, since I've never been there. The only people I know in New Orleans is your family, and you've already established they don't want me there."

His ears flushed red, and then she knew he was embarrassed. "Hayley has found a home with nearby pack," he explained with a wince, "a pack that could prove necessary to the balance of the city. However, they are disinclined to negotiate with me at the moment."

"Gee, I wonder why. How many of them have you killed so far?"

Klaus gave a ferocious glare. "None, actually. But perhaps you missed the fact that a wolf with a known grudge against you is well placed to inform any number of enemies of your name and location."

The scoff burst out of her without permission, an absolute confidence emboldening her. "Like you'd let that happen."

Then he took a step closer, and that confidence withered into a new understanding - one that scared her. His voice lowered, soft in its menace. "Why do you think I'm here, Caroline?"

She swallowed, the tension unbearably thick between them. "I'm no one," she said, her voice shaky as she fought for the calm she felt only moments before. "Even if they could use me against you-"

"They can," he answered, deadly serious. "And they will. Maybe not now, but someday." He watched her closely; for what, she didn't know. His whole face softened whenever he found whatever he was looking for. "I'm only just beginning to understand myself," he admitted. "But you're far from no one, and I need to establish that you're firmly under my protection."

"Why?" He never really answered her questions, Caroline realized. This one, though... This, she needed to know. "Why me?"

His eyes seemed to burn with gold, and she held her breath as he stared. "Wolves know when another has found their mate, and this pack has judged my character unfit for abandoning mine."

If she weren't a vampire, she would swear her legs might collapse beneath her. As it was, her head felt suddenly light. Her mouth fell open, and she finally remembered to breathe. When she exhaled, it escaped as a sigh. "Oh."

"Yes, oh."

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #listen #i tried about six versions of this fic and they all kept getting worse #i'm sorry this is the best i can do but #i hope you like it!#to rely on the kindness of strangers #fic: oh

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ethanharli · 4 years ago

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Requested: On Tumblr; May I ask for a Giyuu x male!Reader smut? Perhaps the reader being a little rough with Giyuu please?

Pairing(s): Giyuu Tomioka x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): NSFW/SMUT, Bottom Tomioka, Energetic reader, Choking, Slight dirty talk and degradation, Hair pulling, ✨ Aftercare. ✨

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I'm such a slut for this man smh

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I couldn't help but smile brightly when I saw Tomioka a little ways away from me, we were assigned a mission a couple of days ago to a quiet town in the east, where a demon has been taking young drunks and since I got here a day or so before him I made sure to look around and get familiar with the area. So I gently tapped my index and middle fingers together as we approached each other, seeing the slightest of smiles tug at his lips once he saw me, "[Y/n], you burned Wisteria incense?" He asked, now looking up at me with his usual stoic expression and all I could do is let out a small 'Mm-hm!' With a quick nod and a wide grin, not being able to speak much due to my damaged vocal cords. So taking a step closer I leaned down besides his ear not noticing the sudden stillness of his body as I spoke, "Should give us a bit more time to search around" My now deep and raspy voice wasn't something I had gotten used to yet, and it didn't help that I couldn't speak any louder then a whisper. However I did catch the small hitch in his breath, causing me to frown a bit as I pulled away and looked at him, his face was flushed and his lips were slightly parted, his gaze was fixated on the ground and I could finally see just how still he was standing.

It was only when I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead that he finally looked back up at me with slightly widened eyes. "You're warm, maybe you're sick?" My throat slowly started to itch again and I had to resist the urge to scratch at the scar along my throat. It was quiet concerning though, Tomioka has been getting warm like this a lot recently, I've tried to ask others about it to but they would just give me a knowing smile and tell me everything's alright, but that didn't stop me from worrying. I'm pretty sure it started around the time I was at the butterfly estate since Shinobu was helping me with my throat and damaged vocal cords. "Maybe you should sit this one out, I don't want you getting hurt" The worry in my tone was clear, but Tomioka simply took my hand in his and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on my cheek before pulling away, "I'm fine [Y/n], now let's go look around."

Stubborn bastard.

I couldn't help but sigh and follow after him, not wanting him to get lost since he's only just arrived. So while it was still light out I showed him all the important places where the demon might be hiding or might target next, taking an occasional look around at all the Wisteria incense I put out to see how much longer we had left and finally talking with some of the residence here, which luckily didn't end to badly since Tomioka had to do most of the talking. Nevertheless we eventually came up with a plan, "So we're going to tail a drunk?" I asked, looking at Tomioka with a slightly disapproving glare, not really wanting to use a towns-person as bait and I could tell that Tomioka new what I was thinking when he rested his hand on my shoulder, looking up at me with those beautiful dark blue eyes that practically own me at this point. "I won't let them get hurt, I promise" Even though he sounded confident I still held my doubts, but with a heavy sigh I traced the back my fingers along his jawline, pulling him in for a sweet but gentle kiss, "You're lucky I love you cause if it were anyone else I'd probably strangle them for even suggesting this idea."

I could practically feel the way my heart fluttered at his sudden chuckle, the sound of it so foreign since he rarely ever shows emotions, and I couldn't help but pull him back for another quick kiss, before heading off to my station, "Stay safe." It was the only thing I could hope for as I stood at the back of the bar, I was thankful that there was only one due to it being a small town but that didn't make the situation any less dangerous. The incense finally wore off as the stars danced across the midnight sky, while I sat myself down on the roof, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious or even just someone leaving and so far everything seemed alright, until a shadow flickered from the corner of my eye.

In one swift movement I drew my blade and slashed it at the demon who managed to jump out of the way just in time, now standing from my seated position I narrowed my eyes at the ugly bastard, "So you're the one that's been eating all these people?" I asked calmly, trying to raise my voice a little higher so I could be heard, and I couldn't help but raise a brow in confusion from the way she suddenly swayed, a deep blush now coating her grayish complexion. "It's a pity your a Demon slayer, with a voice like that I'd love to have you in my bed" I couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable about her suggestive tone and lustful gaze, but something in the back of my mind nagged at me. So trying to brush it off I rushed at her, dodging any hit she sent my way while she managed to dodge my attacks as well, "Sorry lady but I already got a lover, and I don't plan on letting you live tonight." Her smirk only seemed to grow at my words, as I closed in on her, hoping she wouldn't notice the way I was backing her into a corner, "Then they must be real slut for you hm? Wanting nothing more than to get off to deep voice of yours-"

Blood splattered onto my cheek and clothes as I cut off her head, "Demon or not, no one talks about my lover that way" I sneered slowly feeling my anger subside as I watched her burn away. Though I couldn't deny the fact that her words got me thinking, and eventually led me to connecting the dots about Tomioka's recent actions. So when the male appeared beside me with worried eyes I couldn't help but smile and nod my head before sheathing my blade, I also convinced him to stay the night with me since we've been away from one another for so long, and maybe for the fact that I wanted to figure something out.

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I didn't bother to dry my hair as I walked into our shared room, spotting Tomioka sitting on his futon with a book in hand, gently flipping through the pages as I made my way over to him, "[Y/n]?" Ignoring the call of my name I happily moved myself between his legs while pushing him onto his back so that I could rest my head on his abdomen. "It's been so long.. Since we've last seen each other" I mumbled softly, wrapping my arm around his waist so that I could hold him closer against me, while my other hand slipped under his robe and gently traced small circles along his skin, smiling when I heard a sigh of content slip past his lips. However I couldn't help but trail my hand up higher as I lifted myself onto my knees, looking down into Tomioka's slightly widened eyes with a small smirk tugging at my lips.

"And it's been even longer.. Since I heard those pretty moans of yours" I could feel the way his body shivered under my fingertips and it only caused my smirk to grow as I attached my lips to the base of his neck, dragging my teeth and tongue along his pale skin, not wanting to leave a single place untouched while my hands opened up his robe. Gently tracing my fingers along his toned abdomen and pushing my thumbs against his hardened nipples, as I bit into his shoulder, drinking in the way he moaned my name with a choked gasp. "[Y-Y/n].." The way my name rolled off his tongue nearly caused me to growl as I captured his lips with my own, dragging my tongue along his lower lip before I took it between my teeth, giving it a soft tug. While my hands traveled down to his pants, slowly pressing my fingers under the band as I pushed my tongue past his parted lips, slowly losing myself to the taste of him as he pressed his hips against my own.

"Now now baby, there's no need to rush" I whispered against his lips as I slipped off his pants, noticing the fact he wasn't wearing any undergarments and the way his cock slowly started to leak pre-cum. "Already? I barley even touched you" The teasing tone of my voice forced a whimper past his throat as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, pressing my thumb against the slit and smearing his pre-cum around it before licking it off my fingers. "[Y-Y/n] please" I couldn't help but drag my tongue along my upper lip before leaning down to kiss along his jawline, threading my fingers through his soft black hair. Tightening my grip I yanked his head back, "Ah-!" His sudden moan caused my heart to thump and my core to tighten, reminding me of the uncomfortable erection in my pants while starring into those beautiful dark blue eyes of his.

"Now be a good boy and suck" I growled, pressing my fingers to his slightly parted lips as he wrapped his hands around my wrist and wrapped his tongue around my middle finger, skillfully coating my fingers in his saliva and I couldn't help but press the pad of my finger against the back of his tongue, hearing him gag a bit as he stuck out his tongue and looked up at me with a hazy gaze. "Absolutely stunning" I breathed out, instantly moving my hand so I could capture his lips with my own, feeling our noses slightly bump against each others as I took his lower lip between my teeth and trailed my hand down to his entrance, carefully circling my finger around the rim. "Are you ready?" I asked, looking into his eyes for a brief moment, waiting for his consent, "Yes- Please hurry.." He whimpered out as I nodded, slowly pushing my finger in so I wouldn't hurt him.

His soft moans and gasps caused a slow heat to rise to my face as I pushed in another finger, moving them in a scissoring motion to make sure he's stretched out enough to ensure I wouldn't hurt him, "Hah! F-Fuck, [Y/n] pl-please just fuck me!" I couldn't deny his pleading tone and immediately went to pull off my clothes, throwing them off into some other part of the room as Tomioka wrapped his legs around my hips, causing my cock to rub against his entrance. A low whimper slipped past his lips while I hooked one hand behind his knee, pushing his leg towards his chest as I positioned myself at his entrance, looking into his eyes for a brief moment before slowly pushing it. "Ngh- Hah!" The sound of his moans and the way his walls quickly tightened around me caused a low gutteral goan to rip past my throat, and I couldn't help but bring my hand up to wrap around his throat, as I've done many times before, watching as his pale skin turned a deeper shade of red as he wrapped his hands around my wrist.

"Damn, such a slut for me aren't you?" I smirked, fully pushing myself into him as I dug my fingers into the sides of his neck, making sure not to press against his throat as I began to rock my hips, searching for that one spot that always had him trembling beneath me, "Hah- Ah, [Y/n]!" Ah, there it is. Loosening my grip on his neck I pounded into him, aiming for his prostate as his moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room, my name rolling off his tongue like a prayer, causing my core tighten from the sound and the addicting way his walls tightened around me with each thrust. "Fuck.. You feel so good baby" I practically growled out the words through panted breaths, leaning down to press sloppy open mouth kisses along his shoulder as he desperately tightened his grip on my hips, "I'm, I'm going to-" His body began to tremble under me as he looked up at me with hazy eyes and a silent plead. "Go ahead baby, cum for me" Digging his nails into my wrist he came on his lower stomach as I quickly came after him, heavy pants slipping past both our parted lips as I pressed a gentle kiss against the newly formed bruise on his neck before reaching for the towel I was supposed to use to dry my hair an hour ago.

"Giyuu, are you okay?" I asked while cleaning us both off, noticing the way he was practically half-asleep already. "Yeah, just a bit sore.. But it was worth it" Not wanting to embarrass him I merely nodded my head, pretending I didn't hear that last bit as I laid down beside him, pulling the cover over our bare bodies. However I couldn't help but smile as he snuggled against my chest while I gently traced small circles on his hip.

"I love you.."

"I love you too Giyuu."

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