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NAUGHTY IN THE OFFICE ★ KUCHIKI BYAKUYA

DAY FOUR ➵ byakuya’s known for ages about the grudge you hold against renji—ever since he made him your co-lieutenant. but when your jealousy starts getting in the way, he decides it’s time to settle this once and for all…in his office, on his terms

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"You wanted to see me, Captain?"

Your tone was carefully measured as you stepped into Byakuya's office, refusing to betray any of the simmering resentment bubbling just beneath the surface. The captain's piercing grey eyes found yours immediately, seemingly pinning you in place with their intensity.

"Indeed. Close the door and come here," he stated flatly, not a shred of inflection in his deep baritone.

You did as instructed, your spine stiffening almost instinctively under his hawkish stare as you approached his ornate desk. Byakuya regarded you in silence for a long moment, giving you no clue as to the purpose of this summons. Finally, he spoke again, his words clipped and precise.

"It has been brought to my attention that your...handling of Abarai’s doppelgänger during the recent Reigai incident was unbecoming to say the least," he began, his cool appraisal never wavering. "In fact, the accounts describe excessive mutilation and vehemence far exceeding reasonable measures, even after the threat was neutralized."

You felt yourself bristle at the implied rebuke, jaw clenching as you struggled to keep your anger in check. So that pathetic worm Renji had gone whining to Byakuya about his treatment. Figures he'd be too cowardly to address it directly.

"I employed the force necessary to permanently eliminate a dangerous enemy combatant," you bit out, unable to keep the edge from your tone completely. "The situation was volatile and my priority was ensuring no further risk to our forces."

Byakuya's eyes narrowed a fraction, clearly unimpressed with your justification. "Throttling the life from an already crippled and disarmed opponent while snarling profane insults seems rather excessive in the name of 'ensuring safety', does it not?"

He leaned forward slightly, pale hands steepling on the desk as his gaze bored into you with unsettling intensity. "What I wish to ascertain, Lieutenant...is whether this lapse of discipline and restraint perhaps stems from more personalized motivations beyond pragmatism."

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as his words struck a nerve, stoking the embers of a deep-seated animosity you usually kept rigidly contained. Clenching your fists at your sides, you struggled to find a neutral response that wouldn't inflame the situation further.

"With all due respect, sir," you began through gritted teeth. "My actions in that moment were the result of pure battle instinct - nothing more. Whatever perceived 'vehemence' you refer to was simply misinterpreted zeal by those too craven to understand."

The muscle in Byakuya's jaw twitched almost imperceptibly at your thinly veiled jab. His next words emerged in a crisp, almost lethal cadence.

"Do not insult my intelligence further by obfuscating, Lieutenant. We both know the catalyst behind your...unrestrained conduct." His tone took on a hint of steel. "You have never made your displeasure over Abarai's appointment as my second-in-command a secret. Even I am not so aloof as to overlook the resentment radiating from you every time you're forced to acknowledge that arrogant ruffian's status."

The truth of his observation struck deep, peeling away the last threads of your composure. You bristled, feeling the dam of bitterness and years of bottled resentment threatening to burst forth.

"That ill-bred dog doesn't deserve to lick the dirt from your boots, much less serve beside you as a lieutenant!" you spat with sudden, blistering venom. "Yet you saw fit to elevate that uncouth, disrespectful gutter trash simply because he managed to impress you one time with dumb luck!"

Byakuya sat in stony silence as you unleashed your tirade, his expression unreadable. Encouraged by his lack of response, you plowed ahead heedless - years of repressed misgivings finding voice at last.

"I've served this division loyally since before that arrogant fool could even hold a sword properly! While he played street tough and disgraced himself by pursuing your sister, I devoted my entire life to upholding your honor and standing by your side!"

You were shaking with emotion now, feeling the first hot sting of tears in your eyes. "Yet none of that mattered when you had the chance to grant favor to that undeserving peasant over me simply because—"

"Enough."

The single word sliced through your diatribe with razor precision, freezing you in place. Byakuya's tone remained even, but you could sense the undercurrent of steel behind it. He appraised you for a long moment, his expression set in impenetrable arrogance.

"I expected such base sentiments from you eventually, though I had hoped age and experience would grant more dignity," he stated flatly. "Clearly my faith in your discipline was misplaced...as was my decision not to address this poison festering between us until now."

With that, Byakuya rose from his chair with effortless grace, the threat in his movements evident as he rounded the desk towards you. Despite your indignance, you found yourself instinctively stepping back as he advanced - only for your back to collide with the wall behind you.

Suddenly caged between Byakuya's powerful frame and the unforgiving surface behind you, you struggled to maintain eye contact as he leaned in with terrible intensity. This close, you could smell the faint tang of green tea and cherry blossoms that always seemed to cling to him. His steely eyes bored into yours with unsettling perception.

"I think it's long past time we addressed this twisted obsession you harbor, Lieutenant," he murmured in a tone that could have been soothing if not for the venom behind it. "Clearly my tolerance has allowed these base impulses to fester into something...unbecoming of the honor you claim to cherish so ardently."

His meaning hung heavy in the air, paradoxically thrilling yet utterly petrifying all at once. You opened your mouth to respond - to deny or deflect or perhaps even provoke him outright. But then Byakuya closed the last few inches separating you, stealing what little breath remained in your lungs as he pressed himself flush against you.

A tremor went through you at the blazing intensity smoldering behind Byakuya's unflappable gaze so scant inches from your own. This close, you could feel the body heat radiating from his powerful frame - the subtle masculine musk of cherry blossoms and steel that always seemed to cling to him like a calling card.

Despite the propriety rattling through your bones, demanding you shrink away from this unforgivable breach of proper decorum, something stronger kept you rooted in place. Spine rigid, you met Byakuya's piercing stare head-on, jaw clenched stubbornly against the maelstrom of emotion swirling in your chest.

"I cannot stand the insult of that ill-bred ruffian being elevated alongside me as if he's somehow worthy!" you bit out in hushed tones edged with venom. "He's an arrogant disgrace who earned his status through luck rather than steadfast dedication to your honor the way I have for years!"

Byakuya remained utterly motionless save for the glacial sweep of his eyes drinking in your defiance. You trembled faintly, plowing ahead while still pinned beneath that molten yet impassive scrutiny.

"How can you justify granting that dog a place as your lieutenant when all he's done is lecher after Rukia and stain your honor at every turn?" you seethed in harsh whispers. "While I have sacrificed everything in service of your noble house, only to be shunted aside when the chance presented itself to—"

"So this obsessive resentment stems more from jealousy than duty in the end, it seems." The low rumble of Byakuya's observation sliced across your feverish tirade with surgical precision.

He didn't move, yet you felt the weight of his presence intensify somehow - that inexorable, aristocratic charisma and banked power asserting itself more with every delicate inhalation. Throat dry, you could only stare back at him, chest heaving slightly.

"Tell me, Lieutenant..." His next words emerged soft yet laced with unmistakable steel. "Do you believe yourself so superior to Abarai? So much more dedicated and worthy of remaining by my side, above all others?"

The not-so-subtle challenge hung in the charged air between your bodies for several heartbeats. You trembled, undone by the molten intensity glittering in Byakuya's eyes even as his expression remained studiously neutral.

"You know I am," you growled at last, meeting that penetrating stare head-on despite the heat blazing in your cheeks. "I have given my entire life in service to your honor and greatness, Captain Kuchiki. That disgraced peasant could never—"

Byakuya cut off your tirade by suddenly surging forward and crashing his mouth against yours in a bruising, domineering kiss. You went rigid with shock, a strangled noise escaping into the harsh sealing of your lips as Byakuya's powerful frame pinned you against the wall. One of his hands fisted almost painfully in your hair, angling your head back to grant him fuller access.

For a handful of heartbeats, you remained frozen - unable to process the unapologetic claiming of your mouth by your noble captain's own. Byakuya took full advantage, his lips slanting over yours again and again in a demanding series of forceful, openmouthed kisses that stole what little breath remained in your lungs.

When his tongue boldly swept along the seam of your lips, you trembled bodily - a frisson of blazing heat lancing straight to your core. Byakuya rumbled out a low, gratified sound that reverberated against your heated skin as he detected your involuntary reaction.

"Kiss me back," he growled directly against your parted lips between forceful claimings. "Properly this time, Lieutenant. Allow no distractions or hesitation. I want you to submit…completely."

His words vibrated through you with tangible command, searing across your nerve endings like a brand. Unconsciously, your hands drifted up to grip at the fine silk of Byakuya's shihakusho, seeking an anchor against the storm of sensation rapidly unraveling your restraint.

But quick as lightning, Byakuya captured your wrists in one powerful hand, pinning them against the wall above your head in clear rebuke. His free hand maintained its punishing grip on your hair, keeping you arched and exposed to the sheer force of his onslaught.

"No," Byakuya intoned in a tone that brokered no argument. His steel-grey eyes bored into yours from mere inches, somehow still fathomlessly unreadable despite the molten intent behind his actions. “Your body stays still and under my control—only your mouth and tongue will follow my commands now. Show me your loyalty…or accept the fact that you are an insubordinate fraud, after all."

You whimpered shamelessly, wrists straining against his uncompromising restraint as Byakuya's words seared their way beneath your bones. Despite the deluge of conflicting impulses thrashing within you, one desire burned through the chaos in undeniable clarity: the need to prove your steadfast loyalty and worth to this man as he'd demanded.

With a trembling inhale to steady your nerves, you willed your body into boneless surrender and parted your lips for Byakuya's possession once more. His smoldering gaze drank in your capitulation with blazing intensity for one suspended moment. Then his mouth sealed over yours again in a searing brand of dominance.

This time, you surged into the consuming crush of Byakuya's tongue and lips without reservation. Greedily swallowing each slick velvet stroke and gasping rumble of gratification that vibrated against your swollen flesh. Desperate to match the ferocity of your captain's possession and provide the unwavering obedience he commanded.

But still, Byakuya maintained the upper hand - guided and owned your mouth's ardent attentions with consummate, regal mastery that left you undone. You melted beneath every firm sweep of his tongue claiming your plaint submission without quarter. Each harsh grunt and subtle flex of Byakuya's body caging you against the wall made you increasingly drunk on his overwhelming virility and dominant grace.

Byakuya's tongue worked in merciless strokes, utterly dominating the velvet heat of your mouth as you surrendered to his regal possession. His lips moved against yours in a demanding, open-mouthed assault - swallowing each of your fevered whimpers and gasps without quarter.

You clung to the wall helplessly, body arched and pliant as Byakuya caged you against the unforgiving surface with his powerful frame. Every subtle flex of sinewy muscle and harsh grunt of exertion that rumbled from his chest only further undid you. His overwhelming masculine presence and commanding grace left you dizzy, drunk on the intoxicating reality that this regal nobleman was thoroughly and shamelessly owning your ardent submission.

When at last Byakuya tore his mouth away with a rasping growl, you could only gape up at him in a heated daze. His aristocratic features remained chiseled into a haughty mask of severity - and yet those piercing steel-grey eyes blazed with naked, ravenous hunger as they raked over your disheveled, whimpering form.

"Look at you..." The low gravel of his voice fairly dripped with dark satisfaction taking in your mussed disarray. "So shameless and needy already, simply from my tongue mastering that pretty mouth of yours as it deserves."

One of Byakuya's calloused hands trailed down to palm your heated cheek with blatant possession. His thumb traced the plush, swollen arc of your lower lip in a lingering caress that made you shudder bodily against him.

"I can only imagine how utterly ruined you'd appear after being split open properly on my cock," he rasped in that tone of noble command that somehow only added to the visceral thrill zinging through your veins. "So completely and utterly ruined past the point of any lingering propriety or composure..."

Byakuya leaned in closer until his lips grazed the feverish hollow of your throat, exhaling a pattern of scorching hot brands against your rapidly fluttering pulse. You felt his smirk curve against your hypersensitized flesh as a full-body shudder wracked your surrendering form.

"That's it," he purred in satisfaction, tongue darting out to lap a molten trail up the slender column of your neck. “Let go of that weak discipline and loyalty, Lieutenant. Let me tear down those empty masks until all that’s left is my subordinate, completely undone and begging for my unrestrained attention like the perfect whore you truly are…”

His teeth grazed your hammering pulse in a stinging rebuke - not enough to mark but enough to make you jolt with scalding pleasure-pain. Byakuya rumbled out a low, gravelly chuckle against your fevered skin at the choked whimper that spilled free.

"Yes..." he growled in clear gratification, “give yourself to me completely right now. Release that bitter jealousy and resentment in the most intoxicating submission. Let me rid you of these illusions by finally claiming what I’m owed…”

He sealed his mouth over the rapid fluttering of your pulse in a searing brand of possession, lapping and suckling against the sensitive flesh with merciless leisure. You squirmed helplessly against Byakuya's unyielding frame, a plaintive keen being torn from your very depths as slick heat gushed between your legs.

Dimly, you felt the unforgiving grip anchoring your wrists shift fractionally - Byakuya's free hand snaking around to palm the base of your spine and drag your hips flush against the rigid brand of his cock. You whimpered shamelessly into the fevered crook of his neck at the sheer size and scorching heat straining against the fine clothes separating your bare skin.

"Do you feel that?" Byakuya's low growl reverberated against your swollen lips. "I am going to fuck every bit of this insubordination and misplaced jealousy right out of you. I'll make sure you know exactly where your proper place is in my ranks by the time I'm done."

Before you could fully process the scalding promise, Byakuya's lips claimed yours once more in a devouring crush of lips and teeth and tongue. You whined into the punishing seal, utterly helpless as his uncompromising grip guided and controlled the rhythm of your open-mouthed ardor.

Then his fingers were tangling into the hem of your shihakusho, deftly untying the loose knot holding the front panels together before wrenching them apart. The sudden exposure sent a delicious tremor through you, the cool air kissing your now-bared skin.

But Byakuya offered no reprieve or mercy, his greedy hands palming and squeezing every inch of newly bared flesh. He nipped and suckled and laved a punishing trail of molten brands against the column of your throat. The coarse rasp of his palms dragging across the sensitive peaks of your nipples sent sparks shooting along your nerves, making you keen in desperate surrender.

Byakuya's calloused fingers teased and toyed with the pebbled buds of your nipples, alternating between a punishing pinching and languid circles. When the pads of his thumbs began to apply a slow, merciless pressure, you arched against him with a keening cry, hips grinding against the hard heat still pressed flush to your abdomen.

A deep, satisfied rumble vibrated against the swell of your breast where Byakuya was currently laving a scalding hot brand. The hand anchored to your hip clenched reflexively, his hips bucking into the friction against his swollen length with a sharp hiss.

"Look at you...so shameless and eager for my attention already," he murmured, his tongue tracing a path along the valley of your breasts before latching onto a puckered nipple. "Just as well...I have no interest in a subordinate who would refuse my command."

Your hands were suddenly freed, and with a startled whimper, you fisted them into Byakuya's fine silken locks to anchor yourself against the relentless onslaught of his tongue. Your other hand gripped the shoulder of his haori, nails biting into the expensive fabric as his mouth continued its assault.

"I...Captain Kuchiki..." you gasped breathlessly, head falling back against the wall as Byakuya's mouth worked over your breasts with a punishing vigor. "I have no such...reservations. I exist only to serve you and honor your name..."

Byakuya lifted his head just enough to deliver a sharp, reprimanding bite against the tender flesh. You jolted, a plaintive keen spilling forth as pain-laced pleasure flooded your senses.

"Liar," he rumbled, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. "You may be willing to surrender to my authority, but deep down, you are no less resentful than before." His gaze bore into yours from beneath thick, sable lashes, the intensity behind those storm-grey eyes searing straight through to your soul.

"But I intend to remedy that by the time we are through."

With a swift movement, Byakuya seized both of your wrists and pinned them above your head once more. Holding them in place with one hand, his free palm skimmed down the length of your arm, grazing the swell of your breast before sliding further down to cup your ass.

He gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a muffled groan that quickly dissolved into a pleading whimper when his fingers slipped lower, teasing the wet heat pooling between your thighs. A strangled sound ripped free from the back of your throat as two of his digits pressed inexorably past the soaked lips of your pussy, sinking deep with a scalding glide.

Byakuya's teeth grazed the shell of your ear, his breath hot and heavy as his fingers slowly began working in and out of you. "Look how ready and eager you are for my cock already," he growled in a tone that was equal parts praise and scorn. "Even if your words protest, this lewd little cunt is begging me to use you however I please."

Your head fell back against the wall with a choked sob, hips arching desperately into the exquisite glide of his fingers fucking in and out of you with unapologetic dominance. The scalding heat of Byakuya's palm kneading and gripping your ass while his thumb brushed against the throbbing bud of your clit sent a shudder of molten pleasure-pain through you.

Byakuya's mouth slanted against yours once more in a possessive seal, tongue plundering the wet velvet of your mouth with ruthless fervor. Each forceful thrust and twist of his fingers inside your needy pussy drove you higher, coaxing a fresh surge of slick honey to drench the already sodden flesh.

Just when you were certain the overwhelming barrage of sensation would consume you completely, Byakuya withdrew his fingers with a low groan, his mouth tearing away from yours with a final, punishing nip. You whimpered weakly at the sudden emptiness, hips grinding futilely against his hardness in desperate search of stimulation.

"Not yet," he grunted, his hand returning to its position anchoring your wrists above your head. "First, you will learn to properly beg for my cock, Lieutenant. It's time for you to show me exactly what that filthy mouth can do."

The unspoken command reverberated through you, searing itself beneath your bones with an undeniable resonance. Trembling, you sank to your knees, eyes never leaving Byakuya's smoldering gaze. The uncompromising press of his palm against the back of your head guided you forward, until your lips were inches from the tented silk of his hakama.

The moment you lifted your fingers to tug the loose waistband down, Byakuya's hand shot out, slapping your grasp away with a sharp sound.

"I did not command you to touch, Lieutenant." The low growl rumbled through you, sending a frisson of delicious fear skittering up your spine. "Use only that pretty mouth. Now, be a good girl and suck."

His hips shifted forward slightly, pressing the clothed bulge of his erection directly against the plush heat of your mouth. With a muffled whimper, you nuzzled into the silk-clad hardness, inhaling the potent, musky scent of his arousal. Your teeth carefully tugged the obi free, allowing the waistband to slip down, exposing his cock in all its glory.

The sight of Byakuya's thick length standing rigid before your lips made a fresh flood of heat gush from your pussy. It was everything you could have ever fantasized and more - long and thick, the engorged flesh a flushed, angry red, already leaking pearly white beads of precum as it jutted out proudly from its nest of silky black curls.

Before you could wrap your mouth around the engorged tip, the hand anchored in your hair tightened its grip, tugging harshly until your face was angled up to meet Byakuya's searing stare. The position made his cock jut up and brush against your cheek, the silken head smearing a glistening trail across your heated skin.

"Look at me."

You swallowed thickly, heart hammering as you obediently lifted your gaze to meet the molten intensity burning behind Byakuya's steely gaze. His lips were curled into a small, self-satisfied smirk - the barest hint of smug arrogance behind the austere planes of his expression.

"Good," he praised in a low, pleased murmur. His free hand reached out to wrap around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, languid squeeze that made a fresh droplet of pearly precum well from the flushed tip. You shivered as you felt itslide down the curve of your cheek, leaving a sticky, viscous trail in its wake.

"Now, put that insolent little mouth of yours to use, Lieutenant." The soft gravel of his command vibrated through your bones, making the molten heat throbbing between your legs ache all the more.

Without further ado, Byakuya dragged the leaking tip along the seam of your lips, spreading the silky beads of precum in a sticky mess against the plush, swollen flesh. You shuddered, a whine spilling free as you parted your lips to accommodate the bulbous crown.

But Byakuya refused to give you even a shred of control, his fingers digging painfully into the back of your skull as he thrust his hips forward. His cock forced its way past the velvet heat of your mouth, sinking deeper and deeper until the wide, flared tip hit the back of your throat. You felt it slide down even further until the wiry hairs at the base tickled the sensitive bridge of your nose.

You whimpered, hands instinctively rising to grip the tops of his hakama. But before you could so much as touch the fine fabric, Byakuya's fingers lashed out, catching your wrists in a steely grip. He held them tightly, forcing your hands back to rest on the tops of your thighs.

"What did I say about touching, Lieutenant?" The low, gravelly growl vibrated through the hard, pulsing length filling your mouth. You tried to shake your head in protest, but the firm hold on your scalp kept you firmly in place.

"You have been a most insolent, disobedient subordinate thus far." His words washed over you like scalding silk, leaving your nerves thrumming with a strange mixture of shame and exhilaration. "If I am to allow you this privilege, you will earn it by showing me exactly what I deserve from you."

With that, Byakuya's hand guided your head forward, hissing a sharp curse when his cock slid deeper into the warm, wet heat of your mouth. The tip nudged the tight clench of your throat, causing a reflexive gag and spasm that only seemed to further arouse him.

"Relax," he growled, the word more a command than an attempt at reassurance. "You'll take all of it, or I'll ensure you spend the rest of the day choking on my cock until you learn the proper respect."

A full-body shudder wracked through you, a fresh flood of desire pooling in your core. Before you could even process the shameful thrill coursing through you, Byakuya was thrusting into the tight channel of your mouth, hissing out a guttural curse.

His free hand anchored in your hair kept a merciless pace, dragging you forward to meet each brutal thrust of his cock. The salty tang of precum exploded across your tongue with every slide of the thick length into the wet suction of your mouth.

Byakuya's jaw was clenched in concentration, the muscles in his neck straining and a fine sheen of sweat gleaming across his skin. But his gaze remained locked on yours, the smoldering ferocity behind those steel-grey depths nearly unraveling you completely.

You could do nothing but whimper and choke and surrender to his punishing pace. Every time the flared tip of his cock plunged down your throat, you could feel the edges of your vision grow blurry, threatening to black out entirely. Your chest burned and heaved with the effort to drag in breath around the thick girth stuffing your mouth full.

Just when you thought the sheer, overwhelming fullness would swallow you whole, Byakuya's grip on your scalp eased, allowing the thick length to slip from the tight clench of your throat and rest heavily on your cheek. You gagged, coughing and gasping for air as tears welled in the corners of your eyes.

Before the last shuddering gasp had left your lungs, Byakuya was tugging your head back toward his throbbing erection. A pained whimper slipped free, but you didn't resist, lips parting to allow him to slip his cock back inside.

"Such a perfect little whore for me already," he murmured in dark satisfaction. The hand cradling the back of your head resumed its bruising pace, fucking the hard, pulsing length down your throat with brutal efficiency.

You could feel the tension in his body growing taut, his hips jerking more erratically as his grip tightened its hold on your hair. He was getting close. And with every rough snap of his hips, his cock shoved down your throat, the head brushing against the sensitive muscles there, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge as well.

Byakuya's thrusts were growing faster and shallower, his breathing ragged as the grip on your hair became nearly unbearable. You knew it was only a matter of seconds now. And despite the ache in your jaw and the tears streaming down your cheeks, all you wanted was to feel the rush of his release coat the back of your throat and fill your mouth.

With a low growl, Byakuya pulled his cock free from the tight clench of your throat, hissing another sharp curse as the engorged flesh jerked violently.

"Open," he commanded. His voice was strained, his grip tightening almost painfully in your hair.

You obeyed immediately, lips parting and tongue sliding out as his fingers worked over his pulsing cock with rapid, harsh strokes. His eyes were locked onto your mouth, his gaze smoldering with unrepentant ferocity as he approached the peak.

And then his body was stiffening, hips bucking and head thrown back as a ragged moan tore from his throat. Hot spurts of thick, creamy cum coated the inside of your mouth, the bitter taste exploding across your senses.

With a strangled moan, you swallowed greedily, your hands rising to cup his balls and milk every last drop from his cock. Your tongue flicked out to lap at the sticky strands spilling from the still-pulsing tip, savoring the musky, salty flavor.

Byakuya's free hand fisted into your hair, his entire body trembling as the last wave of his orgasm subsided. When he finally opened his eyes and lowered his head, the intensity behind his gaze made a full-body shudder race up your spine.

He regarded you for a moment, his features still chiseled into a haughty, regal mask of severity. But his storm-grey eyes burned with undisguised hunger, the desire simmering beneath the surface nearly unraveling you.

Finally, his grip loosened, and his fingers traced the curve of your jaw.

"Swallow."

His voice was rough and slightly breathless, sending a shiver of desire racing up your spine. Your tongue swiped along the seam of your lips, catching the few remaining drops that hadn't already been greedily lapped away.

Byakuya's nostrils flared, a low, pleased sound rumbling in his chest as he tucked himself back into his hakama. Then his palm was cradling the curve of your jaw, tilting your head back until his searing gaze captured yours.

"I trust you've learned your lesson about insubordination?"

You swallowed thickly, the taste and feel of his cum still lingering across the velvety heat of your tongue. "Yes, Captain Kuchiki," you murmured, the words hoarse and slightly muffled. "I...I have been foolish and ungrateful."

Byakuya's hand slid lower, his thumb brushing against the plush swell of your bottom lip. "Yes, you have," he agreed. But his voice was soft and slightly indulgent. "However, I do seem to recall you using your hands while I was...preoccupied. That is in direct contradiction to my orders."

A sharp stab of fear pierced through you, your breath hitching at the implications. "I..."

Byakuya's finger pressed against the plush swell of your lips, effectively cutting off any response.

"For this, I will have to punish you." The words sent a mixture of excitement and fear skittering along your nerves, a fresh gush of slick heat pooling in the cradle of your thighs.

You shuddered, but did not dare move, not daring to even draw a breath as his fingers traced along the delicate curve of your neck.

"Get on my desk."

Your eyes widened, heart hammering in a mingling of shock and exhilaration. His tone brooked no room for protest, leaving you with no choice but to obey.

"Yes, Captain."

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berberriescorner · 6 months ago

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“Loud and Wrong”

Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.

Summary: Kevin and wifey have a minor disagreement.

Warnings: Fluff and a dash of spicy talk.

Word Count: 2,000+.

A/N: Well, lovelies. I've been having sleepless nights lately. Dealing with some ish. Life be life-inggg and it's keepin' my ass up at night *le sigh*. Tired of my mind racing. So to cut off intrusive thoughts I gave it a go and worked on some of my WIPS. My head quieted down enough for me to finish one. I've got some other things I've been working on as well. Fingers crossed I can finish some other works🤞🏾. This isn't heavily edited, but I hope you still enjoy it my loves🫶🏾. Here's to hoping I haven't lost my spark as a writer 😩😆🤷🏾‍♀️.

“The disrespect in this household is at an all-time high. Just going to sit there and eat in my face like that.”

Your husband called you earlier as he was leaving the precinct. He informed you that Halstead, Ruzek, and Voight wanted to watch the game tonight. Kevin called to see if it’d be okay for them to watch it at the house. Once he had confirmation that it was cool with you, he mentioned they’d be stopping for food. He offered to pick you up something as well, but you declined. You weren’t feeling well, so you didn’t have a taste for anything. Kevin asked if you were sure. After confirming, the call ended with “I love you.” Going against his better judgment, he found himself in the hot seat.

“What are you talking about, baby? How did I disrespect you?” Kevin’s senses prickled, and he braced himself for a lecture.

“So, you didn’t bring me any food? Give me some of your wings, babe,” you plead.

Not thinking it through, he let his temper get the best of him. Kevin fussed, “Did you, or did you not say you weren’t hungry? No, baby, you do this every time. You should’ve told me to get you some food. Why do you do that?”

Your eyebrows raised, “Am I not allowed to change my mind?”

“Don’t answer that,” Adam fake coughed, “loaded question.”

Ignoring his best friend, you smirked as Voight’s hand met the back of Ruzek’s head, and he whispered an apology.

“I’m not even that hungry. I just want a couple of wings and some fries.”

“Which means you want all my flats and the crispy fries. That’s the best part of the meal. If you changed your mind, there was plenty of time to call me back and ask for something. Why not do that? Am I right, or am I missing something here,” he directed the last question at the guys. They had been sitting in uncomfortable silence, trying to remain neutral. Neither Ruzek nor Halstead wanted any part of the exchange.

“Kev, give that beautiful woman some food. Always keep your wife happy,” Voight replied.

“I’m not in it, Bro,” Jay replied, while Adam held his hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“You should listen to Voight. Besides, I did text you.”

“No, you didn't. I had my phone on me the entire time, love.”

“Oh, so now I’m a liar? Okay, bet,” you responded, tone clipped. You sat beside Kevin with your arms crossed, giving him the silent treatment.

It had only been a few minutes when it started driving him crazy. “Here, ma. Just take some. I guess I can order some more food.”

“I’m good. Liars don’t get rewarded. Right?”

“Man, whatever,” he responded, kissing his teeth as he shook his head. “I’ll gladly enjoy my food.”

His phone signaled a text from Halstead. The men made eye contact as Jay’s facial expression signaled for Kevin to read it.

“Bro, are you crazy? Don’t argue with a pregnant woman. She’s growing your child. The least you could do is just go with it, even if she’s acting a little dramatic. It’s not her, it’s the hormones, brother 😏.”

Kevin sighed, knowing Jay was right. Not even bothering to respond, he backed out of the message. His movements halted as he noticed an unread message. Turns out you had texted him an order.

Feeling like a jerk, he locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket. Not saying a word, he grabbed his to-go box, gently placing it in yours. His lips left a juicy kiss on your cheek, trailing up to the left temple before he spoke, “You're right, baby. I should’ve ordered extra food, just in case. Eat this, and I’ll just order some more.”

“Mm, am I right? Or did you finally see my text message? Jackass.”

He couldn’t even be mad because you were right. The doorbell sounded, leaving a confused look on your husband's face. Dumping the box back onto his lap, you turned to Voight.

“Could you help me up? Please,” you asked, voice soft and angelic.

Kevin quickly placed his food on the coffee table. “Stop playing, mama. I can get the door.” You rolled your eyes, “I’ll get it,” you snapped. Kevin stood there tilting his head to the side, burning with attitude. Voight inserted himself, “You two play nice and put this to rest. I’ll get the door.”

“Nonsense, you’re our guest,” you responded, but Voight was already up, halfway to the door.

Hank was only gone a few minutes. He returned to the family room, smiling and chuckling to himself. “Mrs. Atwater. I never want to be on your bad side. Kevin–Bro. I don't know how you'll pull yourself out of this one.”

Kevin looked at Voight quizzically. He watched as his boss laid a fatherly kiss on his wife's temple. It fully registered for him as he witnessed the man hand her an Uber Eats bag. The same logo they had all gotten their dinner from was written in big, bold letters on the receipt attached. The two of you glared at one another as you dug in and devoured a handful of fries.

The room erupted in laughter as Kevin rolled his eyes. Unlike the other men in the room, he found nothing funny.

“When did you order food?”

“The minute you called me a liar.”

Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose.

I love the hell out of this woman, but she gon’ drive me crazy.

“You cannot be serious. Let's not pretend you didn't know I’d give in and share my food. Why must you be so damn petty, woman?”

“Just hush. It’s over. Sit down, eat your food, and enjoy the game. I know I will,” you responded with a devious smirk.

Kevin groaned in irritation as he reclaimed the spot next to you. You felt his pillowy, soft lips press against your cheek, moving to that spot behind your ear. He smiled at the shiver his actions pulled from you. Fighting back a grin, you playfully rolled your eyes. With a mouthful of chicken, you responded, “Still not forgiven. You'll have to do more groveling than that, boo.”

He leaned close, whispering in your ear, “That's cute. Trust me, love. I have my ways. Daddy knows how to make it up to you. Wait until I get you alone.”

“Bro! We can hear you,” Adam complained.

“I’m beginning to wonder how this isn’t your second or third baby, Kev,” Voight teased.

Hank joked as the other two sat there, blushing like crazy. Covering your face, you awkwardly laughed with embarrassment.

“I’d get up and leave you to fend for yourself, but I can’t exactly make a run for it these days,” you ribbed Kevin.

As you were about to shrink into yourself sheepishly, the doorbell went off, and you left Kevin to deal with taunts and teases from his work family. With a firm grasp of his forearm and shoulder, you lifted off the couch. Looks of admiration rained upon you as each man watched the cute waddle you made toward the entrance.

Damn near breathless from the short distance, you took a moment to catch your breath. “Baby? Are you good?” You waved him off, telling him to calm down, and pulled open the door. Burgess and Upton’s eyes shone with excitement as they started to make a fuss over your growing baby bump. You chuckled as they questioned why you’d been the one to answer. The minute the three of you entered the living room, Burgess crossed the room, bopping Adam and Kevin upside the head as Upton chastised Halstead and Voight.

“Ladies, please. Don’t be too hard on the fellas. They all offered, but I refused,” you waved your hands. “You guys know I’m stubborn.

“As hell,” Kevin interjected.

“You want static with me so bad,” you sassed.

Kevin threw his hands up in surrender and bit his lip, slightly turned on by your attitude. Behind that sexy smirk was playfulness and something else you couldn’t quite figure out. Adam cleared his throat, “Ladies, not to be disrespectful, but can you stop giving us a hard time? We promise to behave if you just let us watch the game.”

Kim rolled her eyes, mumbling, “You’re making it very hard to like you right now. The couch is calling your name.”

Before Adam could dig himself into a deeper hole, you directed the women toward the kitchen where your peace and sanctuary awaited you.

“I’ll take this,” you said, snatching your wings from Kevin’s grasp. “I’m not sharing either,” you mocked. He nodded his head, sucking his bottom lip in. “Alright, ma. Keep it up. I’m keeping a tally.” You chuckled, turning to head further into the kitchen. You had to have the last word.

“When will you stop with these hollow, empty threats, dear sweet husband?”

Kevin’s head pushed back into the couch cushion behind him as he watched you walk away. He groaned to himself, or so he thought.

“Leave that poor woman alone, bro,” Adam joked.

“I can’t help it. That woman knows how to keep me on my toes, and I live for it.”

Every man in the living room had been hyper-focused on the game except for the man of the house. The sassiness you had given him earlier had heat simmering inside him. Your attitude always sparked a desire in him. His hands vibrated with a need to grab a handful of you. Kevin wanted nothing more than to have a moment alone with you.

Pulling himself from his lustful thoughts, he cleared his throat, “I’m going to go grab another beer. Anybody want one?”

The crew nodded “yes” in unison, eyes still fixated on the television screen. Kevin leaned against the kitchen archway, listening to the animated conversation among the women. You could feel his eyes on you, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips.

“Is there something that you need, Mr. Atwater,” you questioned with a playful edge.

Your eyes connected with his before slowly trailing down to his bottom lip, tucked between his teeth. Hidden behind the lip bite was a sinful smirk that screamed trouble. Kim and Hailey’s stares bounced between the two of you. Clearing her throat, Kim stuttered, “You know think I hear Adam calling? Hailey, you want to join me? We’ll meet you two in the living room, yeah,” she questioned, both women not giving you time to respond.

“Traitorous heifers,” you mumbled under your breath.

You stood behind the kitchen island, arms crossed, watching Kevin make slow, calculated strides toward you. He stepped behind you, gently grabbing your waist and turning you to face him. The giant man towered over you, licking his soft, plump lips. The action alone caused you to bite back a moan. He bent lower as his mouth ghosted over your own.

“You still mad at me, baby?”

“Mad? No. Irritated, yes,” you finished, neck rolling a bit.

Kevin chuckled lightly, and in a flash, he grasped your hips, lifting you and depositing you onto the counter. Standing between your parted thighs, he leaned in and trailed his lips from your chest to the side of your neck. It slipped your mind that the house wasn’t empty, and a moan escaped your lips.

“Shhh, mamas. Don’t forget we have company.”

“Then let me down,” you gasped as his lips gently suckled your flesh.

“Not a chance in hell. Got you right where I want you now.”

“K-Kevin, seriously. You're getting me all wound up. The baby finally settled and stopped kicking me every five minutes. Don't get her started up again. Down. I want too get down,” you whined like a toddler.

“Tell me you're no longer irritated. I don't want to beef with you anymore, love. If you promise we’re good, I'll let you down,” he smirked.

“You're so irritating,” you responded playfully, rolling your eyes. “Fine, we're good!”

His hand cupped your chin as he pecked your lips continuously. It sent you into a fit of giggles. Your hand daringly wrapped around his throat to the best of its ability. Kevin groaned, pulling his plump lip between his teeth.

“I know that look. What you tryna do with a house full of guests, Mr. Atwater?”

Before your husband could reply, Voight’s voice boomed from the living room, “You two aren't as discreet as you believe yourselves to be. Atwater, halftime is over. Leave that sweet woman alone.”

“Yes sir!”

His lips landed a kiss on your forehead as he promised, “I'm taking your fine ass on a date tomorrow night.”

Kevin swept you off the counter, helping you find your footing as your swollen feet met the hardwood floors. He leaned in giving you one last sensual kiss, promising to ravish you once the two of you were alone.

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fanaticsnail · 6 months ago

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Hi! This is anon with the doctor oc.

I have not a request but just a thought. Imagine Doc revealing to the crew that flowers can be edible (I think it can be new info for most of them) just for it to backfire immediately because someone is trying to eat a poisonous flower the next minute

What Did You Eat, Bubblegum?

Hey Doc Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,600+

Synopsis: Sharing your passion has ended in un very foreseen circumstances, but leaving you a little upset regardless.

Themes: Platonic!Bubblegum x gn!reader, Platonic!Killer x gn!reader, softness, little bit of flirting, allergic reaction, poisoning, venting, swearing, medical practice, patient x doctor, terms of endearment, reader is referred to as "Doc" - the doctor of the Kid Pirates

Notes: As someone who has a basic guide for foraging on edible weeds and native plants in my home country, this is very dear to my heart. I use flowers in most of my cooking, especially as garnishes. Onion Weed (three corner leek) is my favorite edible flower. Screengrab from this clip.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Oh, come on,” you whisper beneath your breath, hastily rolling back the sanitary lining sheet for your treatment cot to house its next victim.

“Hey Doc," the voice of the hulking first mate called over from the threshold of your office door, "Got another one for you.” Bubblegum was heaped over his shoulders, his face three-times what it ought to have been.

Bubblegum was hastily placed down in a heaping thud, his head immediately flopping backwards and his mouth hastily gasping and gulping for air. His skin was blotchy and donning the same vibrant hue of purple as his lengthy hair.

“What did you eat, Bubblegum?” you gently coax your sensitive crewmate, noticing the rise in welts and pus-filled boils forming beneath the surface of his skin. Bubblegum attempted to smile at you, his teeth drawing back to reveal a sheepish grimace.

“Wih wahs’ah fauwah,” he muffled past his abnormally puffy lips. Your puzzlement was depicted on your brow as you looked to Killer. He sighed, rotating his head on his shoulders and donning the 'hat' of 'muffle-translator.'

“It was a flower,” he nodded to you, gently walking to perch his hips against the back of your office chair.

“And where did you find it, sweety?” you asked Bubblegum as you donned your hands with latex gloves.

“Doun bai n’dah wayah n’ groien’ i’da reyds,” you nodded along to Bubblegum's muffled words before looking over to Killer.

“Down by the water and growing in the reeds,” Killer bobbed his mask along with each nonchalant explanation. You nodded, looking over to Bubblegum and readying an aloe-based balm for his itching skin.

“And what color was it?” you bit back your growing smile as you added, “Be as descriptive as you can, sweetheart. It helps with every detail to know how to treat you.” Killer rumbled a soft growl below his breath as Bubblegum began to explain himself.

“N’ah sem ehz woit n’dah pels ‘er ewow,” you sucked your entire bottom lip into your mouth as you turned away from both men, overcome with the ridiculousness of the encounter, and stifling a laugh with knowing Killer would have to translate for you. “N'ah miwow ehz weyd n’deyre wahz bwaek speirz grewin’ aouda n’dah senn’r. D’ehr wayah wah’z pewlin’ inah cwoiyew ahda boyum.”

Without missing a beat, you straightened your back and bore your eyes directly into Killer's mask and waited for his translation. He huffed back a guttural growl, inhaling deeply as he translated for you.

“The stem was white and the petals were yellow, the middle was red and there were black spikes growing out of the center,” he uttered concisely, “The water was pooling in a coil at the bottom.” You nodded, gently mincing up a remedy with your mortar and pestle and bringing up a drawstring bag.

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded along, placing down your mortar and pestle and removing a portion of the creamy aloe concoction and pasting it on his features, “And what did you learn?” Bubblegum’s face blushed a soft hue of pink as he widened his eyes to depict his innocence.

“Notta gow fowahjin’ ithow m’hawaht doktnar,” he uttered sorrowfully. You smiled down at him as Killer translated for you.

“Not to go foraging without the ship's doctor,” Killer uttered nonchalantly with a soft shrug.

“My hot doctor, you mean,” you nod back at him over your shoulder, finishing off with Bubblegum and giving his shoulder a soft squeeze. “Use this balm until the itching, swelling and bruising goes down. Okay, sweet pea?”

Bubblegum nodded along and gave you as much of a close-lipped smile as he could muster. The purple-haired crewman exited your office and closed the door behind him, prompting you to exhale while removing your latex gloves with a curt ‘snap.’

Just as you began to relax, two arms snaked around your waist and tugged you back into the wall of flesh and muscle behind you. You shrieked in response, your whole body growing tense with fright.

“You little shit,” a husky pur called down into your ear, forcing lighting to surge from your coccyx up to your cranium in a fizzling crackle, “You could understand Bubblegum the whole time, couldn't you?” A small squeak was pulled from your throat.

His arms felt like everything all at once, overwhelming your senses. Secure and welcoming, taunting and warning, strong and intimidating: all of the things you knew Massacre Soldier Killer to be. You lulled your head back on his chest, looking up at his mask adorned face and giving him a coy, pouty smile.

“I didn't want anything to get lost in translation,” you shrugged in his arms, clicking your tongue up at him with a mocking taunt painted on your lips, “Didn't want to miss an opportunity for you to use that pretty voice I love so much, big guy. It's always a joy to fuck with you a little bit.”

“Oh, you're a little bratty today,” he purred down at you, the hue of his icy blue orbs gazing dangerously down at you through the several holes in the mask, “What's got you in such a shit mood, hm? Wanna tell Daddy about it?” You refused to pay his comment any mind, instead shrugging out of his arms and tidying up your work bench.

“You know, if you keep using that one slip up against me, it's gonna lose its charm,” you scoffed at him, ridding the cot of the sanitary lining and throwing it into the trash compartment beside the bench. You spray down the leather lining to sanitize it, wiping it down and casting away the disposable material in the same trash compartment.

Killer continued to watch you, eying you off and reading your body language with ease.

“So you don't want to talk about it?” he offered you, spinning your desk chair around to watch it rotate with a soft squeak at the metal base, “Gonna do that thing you do and pretend you're fine until you explode?” You huff out a puff of exasperated air and turn back around to him.

“Look, I'm just a little pissed that my idea of fun turned around and detonated in my face, is all,” you pout at him, folding your arms and glaring at the trash compartment at the side of your bed. “When I borrowed that book on edible plants for remedial purposes from the Blackleg chef, I should've known it'd turn to shit. Sometimes I forget the crew I serve with, I should've known better.”

“You shouldn't feel apologetic for your enthusiasm,” his tone was solid and baring a hint of warning, “We love your enthusiasm. I-... I love your enthusiasm.” His stutter caught you off guard, prompting you to arch your brow at him.

“I'm fully aware of how much you all enjoy my enthusiasm,” you arch your neck and look down your nose at him, your pout still evident on your features, “I just wish you'd all check in with me before eating random shit you find on the side of the bay.”

Killer’s soft, high-pitched giggle prompted you to drop your pout and offer him a soft, half-smile. His laugh continued as you joined yours alongside his, softly reaching forward and placing your hand on his scarred, left forearm.

“Alright, alright,” you squeeze his arm and teeter off your joint laughter, “Let's get back to work, yeah? I've gotta do some paperwork correspondence with Trafalgar.”

“Trafalgar?” you could hear the audible arch in his brow, his disdain depicted in his tone, “Why?”

“He was asking about something, is all. Something to do with my dissertation paper back when I graduated,” you shrug, gently releasing his arm and turning back to your desk. “I don't get to geek out about my thesis often, and getting his questions via Den-Den made me feel passionate about my studies again.”

Killer nodded along with you, slowly returning your desk chair back towards your desk and gently coaxing you to sit down in it.

“Dinner’s in about about thirty to forty, if you're coming,” he uttered beneath his breath. As he turned away, he felt your hand clutch his wrist and hold him in place. He gently glanced down to look at you, your face not leaving your desk as you withheld your growing fluster.

“Thanks, Kil,” you continued to hold your eyes fixed on the desk in front of you, “For listening to me, I mean. It means-... It means a lot to me.”

He leaned down, his mask brushing it's brow gently against your temple.

“I'm happy to be on ‘Doc Diffusal Duty’ any time,” he whispered softly before pulling away, “You wanna talk, know I'm here, alright?”

“You're the best, big guy,” you give his wrist two rapid squeezes before letting go of it, returning back to your writing. Killer halted at your door, glancing back at you and watching as you returned to scratching and marking your journal and shifting through the papers.

“It's paella, by the way,” he called back over to you, “Just in case you were wondering.”

“I'll have an epinephrine on standby for Wire,” you called over your shoulder, “We both know there's no holding him back from your cooking.”

“Oh, Doc,” he clutched his heart in feigned dramatical emphasis, “You flatter me, but there's really no need.” You paused, cocking your head to the side and your brows knit in puzzlement. Killer giggled softly before his regular baritone cadence returned.

“I used chorizo as a substitute for shellfish, just to give you a bit of a break.”

Before you had the opportunity to turn the entire way around, you noticed Killer was already away from darkening the threshold of the doorway. Your bottom lip quivered at the thought that he changed the menu just to suit both Wire’s anaphylaxis, and to give you a break from playing disciplinary warden and watchdog.

You were definitely going to volunteer for washing up duty as payment for his thoughtfulness.

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hongism · 1 year ago

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DJANGO. - s. mingi (m)

➼ genre; smut ➼ pairing; mingi x fem!reader ➼ au; outlaw/hitman!mingi, dystopian futurism, lore accurate ateez ➼ warnings; explicit smut ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 3.7k

Top shelf bourbon, no ice, and an orange peel over the rim of the glass. You only like the taste when it comes from his lips.

part of the outlaw miniseries.

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➼ smut warnings; piv, unprotected sex, biting, marking, rough sex, choking (unsafe practices used pls don’t do!), pain kink/play, slight blood play, creampie, pet names: darling & angel

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He comes into the bar as you’re wiping down the counter. One small glance at him would be enough to tell you where he’s been — the sweat on his brow under the brim of his cowboy hat is a dead giveaway for sure — but you don’t even need that much to know. A smell comes with him, one that you aren’t fond of but have grown used to in the time you’ve known this man, and that’s the lingering sulfuric scent that wafts into the bar with him. It clings to his leather jacket like a second skin by now. Perhaps part of you should be flattered that he comes to you after a hit, but then again this bar is all but his home, so you’re simply in a convenient place at a convenient time every time he returns.

“Want your usual?” you ask despite it being well past closing time. Preferential treatment for someone you’re quite fond of, and also on account of the man currently stationed on the roof seizing ownership of the bar prior to you being hired. Turning back, you pull a glass tumbler from the shelf without waiting for his response, affirmed by nothing more than a grunt as he comes to sit down at the bar. “How were things tonight?”

“Have you been waitin’ long?” Mingi asks in lieu of answering, and you smile to yourself.

“Hm, no, I wouldn’t say so. I had ample time to clean everything and wonder about when and how you would come in, so I’d say that’s time well spent.”

“And how exactly did you think that’d go down?” Sometimes you wonder if Mingi genuinely wishes to know your thoughts or if it’s simply a desire to prolong the conversation. Either way, he watches you with such rapt focus that you feel heat on the back of your neck from the scrutiny.

Top shelf bourbon, no ice, and an orange peel over the rim of the glass. Setting the drink down before him on the counter, you lean hard on the wood as your eyes squeeze shut.

“You come with your big cowboy hat with that gun slung around your arm, and you come up to me right here at the bar and you dip your hat like such a fine gentleman before saying 'How're things 'round here these days ma'am?'." You open your eyes and smile wide at Mingi. "Is that a sufficient enough fantasy for you?“

He dips his chin as one side of his lips pulls up to form a misshapen grin.

“I missed a shot tonight.” The shock reads on your face too quickly for you to conceal comfortably, even as you duck your chin and clear your throat to play it off, Mingi stares at you the same. “He clipped my arm before taking one between the eyes.” You blink down to his sleeves, noting the singed leather on his upper left arm that shows clear signs of damage. There are bandages underneath — or at least you’re assuming them to be bandages, it’s difficult to tell with how scarlet stains them. You move without saying a word in response, and Mingi shifts to follow your movements with his gaze, dedicated to the point of rotating his body as you go. “Nothin’ too terrible, darling. I already patched it up just fine on my own.”

“You go out and get fucking shot,” you hiss through gritted teeth just as you come around the edge of the bar, “then waltz back here acting a damn fool?” Mingi spreads his legs the moment you come up to him, effectively letting you press even closer to him when your hands grab for the collar of his jacket.

“I wanted to see you,” he murmurs, eyes wandering all over your face. “Wanted to fuck you.”

“Mingi.” You pull his jacket down to his forearms as the noise of exasperation leaves your lips.

“What’s so wrong about that?” he asks in return, hand wandering from the counter to find a new home on your hip. His hand is large and warm and proves to be quite distracting when he starts to let his thumb run along the sliver of bare skin he can now reach. You don’t opt to answer his nonsensical question in favor of working the jacket off his shoulders and exposing bare arms and a skimpy leather vest that leaves fairly little to the imagination. Your focus remains strong though, and you hone in on the cloth bound around his bicep. The area is relatively clean aside from the bandage, to your surprise. Mingi reaches up to lay a hand over the one you still have clenched around his sleeve. “Cleaned and dressed it already, angel. Stop worrying that pretty little head of yours for a second and let me see you smile.”

“Don’t let my drink go to waste and let me actually clean this shit first. Then you can have both those things.” You pull away to find the nearest first aid kit just for Mingi to snag your belt loop and pull you back to him.

“And something extra?” His lips are chasing yours already; you push the tip of your index finger to them before he can get any closer. One kiss will be more than enough to distract you from the task at hand, which is like what he is aiming for knowing how Mingi is. Despite the less-than-stellar circumstances, you do find his cheeky grin endearing more than you find it infuriating, which means you only leave his side with a roll of your eyes and not any more snippy remarks.

He sits still and sips at the drink you prepared for him while watching you work. It feels like a bit of a rhythm that you fall into — pulling the first aid kit out, taking what you need from it, returning to Mingi’s side in little to no time — and you’re somewhat grateful for him allowing quiet to hang about the bar because it means you can clean his wound without distraction on his part. It truly isn’t a terrible injury, just as he had claimed (but you aren’t about to admit that to his face, otherwise you won’t hear the end of it for the next three weeks at minimum). However, he did not dress it well in the slightest and if he did clean it, then he did not do a thorough enough job by your standards.

Mingi’s glass is empty by the time you finish wrapping a fresh and proper bandage around his arm, securing it in its place with a strip of medical tape. You lean back to admire your handiwork that’s far and away better than what you started with. Mingi twists to look over it as well.

“Not half bad, huh?” you quip, nudging his knee with your hip before turning to return everything to where you dragged it from. Mingi’s fingers pinch and hook on the fabric of your front pocket first. In one quick motion, he spins you back to face him, though now he’s gotten to his feet and presses so close to you that you come face to face with his torso.

You get your first taste of him tonight right then when he dips down to capture your lips with his. Bourbon and orange sit heavy on his tongue as he licks into your mouth, and you drink in the taste. Like you’ve been starved of the taste for eons, like you’ve been searching for an oasis in the midst of a desert and he’s the last source of water on the planet. You laugh against his lips at the thoughts running through your mind at present — they sound more like the sweet nothings and pillow talk he would whisper to you before falling asleep under the stars than thoughts of your own.

Mingi shifts his weight against you and diverts all your thoughts towards other, much larger, and much more prominent things. Namely what’s pressing hard into your hip through his leather pants and making itself very known to you.

“Eager much?” you murmur, lips pulling up at the corners. Mingi’s hands move to the bar counter and cage you in against the wood. A shaky breath escapes you, one of anticipation and budding arousal. As the air from your lips fans out across Mingi’s sharp features, he leans in and catches skin between teeth, nipping and tugging hard enough to sting. First at your already swollen lips, then lower just below your jaw, again and again on the way down your neck until he’s satisfied to pause at your collarbone. He drags teeth over the fragile skin there in a way that makes goosebumps rush over your skin.

Hands scramble to find purchase on each other’s bodies, and when that’s not enough, Mingi settles to sweep his arms wildly behind you on the counter. It sends the first aid kit flying, tipping it over the edge of the bar and making it clatter on the ground. His empty glass follows a similar path and meets a much more brutal fate; it shatters against one of the stools and splays across the floor to your left. The door to the roof bangs open to interrupt the spell placed between your bodies.

“Oi! Quit trashing my fucking glasses unless you're planning on replacing every last fucking one of them!”

The door slams back shut so quickly that you don’t have the opportunity to respond in the slightest, and the shock it leaves with you makes a laugh rip from your lips. You duck your head to rest against Mingi’s shoulder, laughing under your breath as the adrenaline pumps your heart more and more.

“Good to know he’s still alive, I suppose,” Mingi jokes through a laugh of his own, just before you lift your head and reach for another kiss.

“Let’s break some more shit just to piss him off.” Said somewhat as a joke, and other parts a completely serious attempt to weasel your way under Hongjoong’s skin, Mingi ignores that in favor of pulling you away from the bar. His hands pull and tug at your thighs, a clear urging to get you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you give him what he desires so desperately in exchange for a kiss that’s full of teeth and saliva.

Your hands never settle on any particular part of him for a second longer than needed — you want him in ways that are beyond simple desire, and your eagerness must be evident to some degree based on how Mingi nips at your lower lip. He’s not very gentle in the way he splays you over the pool table, and you narrowly miss the triangle of balls in the center as your head thuds against the surface. Mingi hoists your hips closer to the edge of the table without preamble. Just as you’re reaching down to wrap a hand around the back of his next, aiming for another kiss, Mingi ducks down between your legs.

“Min—oh.” Your gut tightens and cuts your train of thought short. There’s pressure between your legs and against your sex, even through your pants, you can feel the efforts of his fingers at your clit. You swing an arm wildly around the table in search of something to ground yourself yet all you can hold onto is the border of the table.

“Want me, angel?” His nails dig into your skin around the waistband of your pants. It’s enough to sting and burn, you tighten your grip on the table as though it’s Mingi you’re grabbing instead, and he lets out a low chuckle that reverberates through you. “Such a pretty little thing you are… letting me have my way with you.”

“I—” air hisses through your gritted teeth as Mingi begins to drag your pants down your legs at an agonizing pace “—I’ll take charge myself if you don’t speed things up a bit, angel.”

He’s laughing again as he stands upright, pants pulled down to your ankles, and he leans over your prone body to look you in the eye. When he speaks again, his breath is hot on your lips.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, y/n. I’m at your mercy whenever you want me to be.” He lowers his face to your neck, teeth snagging the fragile skin there and nipping hard enough to make your body tingle. “You can even have me on my knees if that’s what you want…”

“Mingi.” This time, rather than an attempt to spur him on, your tone begs him to slow down because the mere prospect of what he’s whispering into your skin has your head spiraling. Of course, now, he doesn’t wish to do that. He hooks two fingers around the crotch of your underwear, which in turn causes his knuckles to drag through your sopping folds and give you the slightest bit of stimulation. The weight of his body does nothing to keep you from jolting under him, a startled moan slipping out right against the shell of Mingi’s ear.

“Don’t you feel it, darling?” he murmurs against you as your panties are stripped from your body just as your pants were. “That rush of adrenaline — I’m still feeling the high of that fight and getting shot. Makes me wanna fuck you into oblivion even more than ever.”

“Some wou-would call that insanity, hun.”

“Hm? That I get turned on when it’s a close call?” His arm buckles when he tries to brace himself against the table, and your eyes flit over to the wrapped wound there nervously. Red peeks through the bandages again, yet he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He notices your focus in an instant, though seems far less concerned than you are. He keeps that arm where it is as he reaches down to his pants and undoes them as best he can with one hand. There’s fairly little effort in that regard, however, because all he does is move them enough to pull his dick out. You barely get a glimpse at what all he’s doing before you feel him against your cunt, nudging between your folds. “Feels even better when I’m hurtin’, angel.”

Mingi rolls his hips forward, but he doesn’t enter you quite yet. His cock thrusts between your folds in a lewd imitation of the real thing. His focus shifts from watching the way his cock pushes against your clit to see your reactions unfold. You sling your arm forward and clench your fingers hard around his forearm.

“You want it to hurt or no?” Mingi asks through a grunt, hand pressed down over where his cock slides against you to form something of a pseudo-hole for him to fuck.

“No prep, please, just — just go in.” His pace falters slightly at the permission, though the look in his eyes tells you that he wants nothing more than to do that right now. “And come inside, please~” A low blow, perhaps, but you know it’ll knock his evident concerns about your well-being away in full, and it does indeed spur him into action.

“Grab my arm.”

“I am.”

“Not like that, darling.” Mingi reaches around with his used hand, wet with your arousal and his combined, and he grips your wrist until you let go of his forearm. You don’t realize what he’s wanting until he guides you up to his bicep and places your hand right over his injury. “Hurt me a bit, angel, you know I love it.” You tighten your hold around the bandage just a little. “Don’t be afraid to make me bleed.”

“Mingi,” you exhale, then he’s spreading his fingers around your neck. Your breath hitches in your throat.

“Do you trust me, y/n?”

“Of course.”

“Then hurt me,” he says before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you slowly and deliberately. The stretch burns something awful, and it draws a noise that’s more akin to a wail than a lust-filled moan out of you. Surely something your companion upstairs on the roof will overhear and wonder about, but he’s never interrupted beyond a certain point before and you’re confident he won’t now either. Regardless, the thought of Hongjoong is a dwindling one that doesn’t linger long because Mingi fills your senses to the brim, as well as you In the filthiest way you can describe. You’re hardly conscious of how hard you’re clinging to him, but the palm of your hand is wet against his arm, and he’s tensing in your grasp with each passing second.

There’s something terribly exhilarating about it. You understand, for a moment, that rush of adrenaline he had mentioned not long ago. As your body stretches to form around his length, you find yourself wanting to mold him in similar ways. The pressure on your neck increases bit by bit; Mingi leans further over you and pushes his hand more into your throat. It’s far from safe but it hurts so good that your brain feels fogged already.

“Fuck,” you hear the word slip off Mingi’s tongue once he’s fully buried inside your tight heat, walls firm around his thick cock.

“Don’t make me wait long,” you say back, tone nothing but breathy thanks to the pressure restricting you.

You had grown up hearing the notion that there is no violence in love, but there is in both infatuation and obsession. Perhaps you and Mingi are living proof of that, with how you exercise your affections onto each other in ways that would be considered sinister to others, but at the end of the day, you two are simply indulging in things that bring you both pleasure.

Mingi heeds your words so carefully and doesn’t waste a second longer than he has to before he’s beginning to drive his cock in and out of your cunt. You cling to him all the same, only squeezing harder as the ache blooms into something more pleasurable than painful. You still taste citrus on your tongue, a lingering gift from his lips, and your brain hones in on that taste as it becomes harder to breathe under his palm. You’re far from light-headed, especially with how his grip rubs up and down your neck with the force of his thrusts. It will leave marks, perhaps your whole neck will be red as though you’d been scratching at it all night, but you revel in the fact that you will be leaving Mingi will a similar mark. A wound that’s nothing more than a graze across his skin will bloom into something that lasts longer and bothers him a bit more. Perhaps he will be back to you before it’s even healed.

“Mingi,” you moan, chin tipping back further. He’s quiet as always — though only in terms of actual words because his lewd noises don’t cease for a second, and he nearly has you beat with how many groans drip from his lips like sinful honey. You wish to drink it all up, take every noise from his tongue and swallow them with your own until there’s nothing left unshared between the two of you.

It’s deeply carnal the way he fucks you like he’s clinging to a lifeline, and you feel the urgency in his movements from how his hips snap against your body to how heavy and frantic his breathing has become. Though, you’re no better than he, dancing to the same illicit tune.

Suddenly you can breathe easy again, and you gulp down the air that enters your mouth so greedily that you almost choke on it. Mingi’s hand drags from the column of your throat down your torso until he has his fingers settled against your cunt just above where his dick connects your bodies.

“Come on me, darling, fuckin’ cream all over my dick like you’re made to.” The way he rolls your clit between his fingertips is brutally stimulating. It fills you with such a white-hot pleasure that you’re forced to release his arm in favor of covering your mouth to keep your noises from resonating through the room further. Mingi snatches your arm away in a split second, making sure that all you’re able to accomplish is a quick smear of his blood across your face. He folds himself over your body just as the stimulation sends you over the edge you’re teetering at, and as you unfurl into an orgasm, Mingi is there to drag his tongue across your cheek and jawline. When your back curls off the pool table, he sneaks the hand that was just toying with your clit around your back and holds your body up to his.

The kiss he delivers to your lips is one that’s metallic and wet, but you greet his tongue with your own in a fit of eagerness to feel him further. He hoists you further up until you’re all but seated on his cock. The throb between your legs is still so intense that you don’t notice his dick twitching against your walls, nor do you feel the first spurts of come inside you, but you do notice when Mingi bites your tongue hard enough to make it bleed. You’re still writhing in his grasp when he stops thrusting up into your pussy, and you cling to his face like letting go is simply not an option.

It hurts when your mouths finally separate because then you feel the throb of the bite on your tongue in full and taste the evidence of it in the back of your throat.

“Satisfied, angel?”

Your breath intermingles with his, and he’s still chasing your mouth in the hopes of taking another kiss from you. There’s a grin tugging at the corners of your lips as you press your index finger to his chin.

“Not even close.”

He laughs.

“Good, because I’m hardly done with you yet.”

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Zephyr Slip

At the end of last year, before I'd begun working on Bit Cobalt, I ran into some paleoart of Austroraptor, a dromaeosaur (raptor) from Argentina. Austroraptor is one of the largest dromaeosaurs, with a long, narrow, Big Bird snoot, conical teeth that probably point to fishing, and small forelimbs, as well as leg proportions that hint at a runner. Much of the paleoart I saw depicted Austroraptor in waterbird colors, which gave it a soft and friendly appearance, immediately my new favorite dinosaur.

So I drew an Austroraptor and then a robotic one, adding a quail topknot or ahoge feather, and started to think about making a transforming figure that would change from this animal into a humanoid robot. But a transformation from cute robot girl to cute robot girl, except one of them is a dinosaur, seemed a bit redundant, and there would be compromises in both directions that would detract rather than add.

But a couple of months later, I saw a particular motor scooter and something clicked, and the game was on. I love motor scooters, and they're a fantastic accessory for other figures on the shelf. I went through two foamcore prototypes to nail down the transformation, making it as simple and sturdy as I could manage and making sure both modes would scale well with other 1/12 scale figures.

I also started collecting some reference images for details I could nab and integrate, and to nail down the scaling of the scooter.

After I had something that worked, I drew up some concept art for both modes and started modeling. I was able to streamline the design a couple of steps further in the 3D model, and then it was all carving up shapes, fine tuning, etc. Probably the longest phase of modeling was after I had my model roughed out into shape, but needed to build the joints, firm up the edges, define all the contact surfaces, and apply subdivision surfaces. I found it useful to rig the model and set a couple of animation steps in Blender for the two modes so I could simply page back and forth between them.

I had to set the design on the back burner while I worked out the kinks with my 3D printer and built my last couple of projects. Then I made a test print to identify any trouble spots, and after a couple of tweaks to get the feel right, it was time to print and finish the real thing. Zephyr Slip is the first thing I've printed in "color", and thanks to some dyes I need to experiment with more, she won't be the last. That means a much more durable finish for parts that have to slide against one another or clip into place. I did add a gloss coat to some surfaces of the black elements, but it shouldn't show chipping much. (Unlike the kickstand, thanks to my terrible decision to paint its feet.)

Like my previous figures, Zephyr's eyes (and console) are just printed gloss paper under a coat of gloss varnish, and her headlights and taillights have some clear resin poured in over the paint and cured into place for lenses. Cutting plastic windows like the ones on my Vertigo GT for the lower headlights didn't have the same effect, so they got the same clear resin treatment. The decal designs themselves were made in Blender, because I've given up on Inkscape's interface, but I think they came out okay.

The joints are almost exclusively 3mm ABS rods, although her hip joints are Kotobukiya Hexa Gear joints, which gave me a sturdy pin and hinge in a compact package and without visible pegs. I'm looking into options to make the pegs show less while being easy to remove for the construction and painting process. Despite some care with the tolerances, I did have to widen some peg holes and mush some pegs during assembly to get her pose well and snap together tight into either mode. But everything does clip solidly into place, resulting in a really playable figure.

As my first fully transforming figure and also my largest, Zephyr Slip is definitely the biggest figure project I've tackled so far, and I'm extremely happy with the results. Posability is probably her weakest area, but she can pounce and emote, and with her solid handfeel and satisfyingly snappy transformation, I'm happy with the design.

Paleontologically, I've followed most of the proportions of the real animal, although her torso should be a little bit longer, and her tail half again as long. She should also have visible first fingers, and I'm playing into the paleoart meme of bare snouts on dromaeosaurs that shouldn't have them. The proportion of thigh to shin is exaggerated, and the tail should have some left-right sway even if it's inflexible in the vertical axis. But it pleases me that she is both a roughly accurately scaled Austroraptor, and also a fairly realistically scaled scooter (if a bit chunky).

As always, due credit to @aprilpowered and Workbenchmaniac for support and feedback along the way, as well as Nemocyte (Tumblr | Twitter), whose feedback helped me to work out (among other things) the articulation needs of a theropod figure, something I'd never had to think about before.

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moondirti · 2 years ago

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I’m so down bad for Ghost 😭 imagine one day he catches on to the things his voice does to you, he’s talking to you one day and noticed the way you suddenly get tense the moment he praises you and then he takes it and runs with it, absolutely cocky at the fact he can ruin you without even touching you

Every time I hear a voice line or watch a cutscene with him, I get weak 😭 god just kill me pls

i listen to his voice lines to help me go to sleep at night. something about that accent, man

Ghost is not a verbal man. He's best known for his strength, brutal efficiency - that cutthroat quick thinking in moments that mean life or death. In the rare instances that his words don't form barked commands or interrogative jabs, he finds that they come out... awkward sounding. Like the consonants don't meld with the vowels, and two syllables make one. Praise, whispered nothings, affection; tender proclamations fit like kernels in the gaps between his teeth. He's just never had anyone to model it for him.

The most he gives you is a nod, a low grunt of approval when you pitch in with helpful insight during a debriefing. But for all his faults, he is nothing if not observant. Ghost picks up on the subtle hitch of your breath, the glossy sheen over your eyes that glints as you perk at the reinforcement. He's not dumb, either - he knows what it means. The rookie's got it bad; either for him, for his voice, or maybe just for any validation you can get your hands on.

It's not purposeful. At least, he doesn't intend to feed into your little secret. But it finds its way into his treatment of you, like a fixture gnawing on an ego he's tried to conceal eons ago. He hums contemplatively as you speak, echoes your advice as demand, even goes to the unprecedented extent of clipping out a husky 'good' when you hit a target right on the mark. He isn't just doing it to sate you. You're genuinely intelligent, and skilled, and absolutely fucking gorgeous when you try to hide your delighted grin behind a trembling hand.

So perhaps it's perversion. Perhaps he's an deeply disturbed individual who revels in the fact that a person as brilliant as you has likely never been told as much. He doesn't have it in him to care. It's his own little game, a whim to pass the time between gunfire and detonations.

That is, until everyone else starts to notice.

Because of course they do. Ghost rarely ever spoke before you, let alone gave out consistent praise. Consequently, they take it upon themselves to assume shit for it, crafting increasingly ridiculous rumours that put both you and him into question. It manages to inspire an acrid emotion inside him, a mix of unbridled anger and violence that has him seeing bright red. He shuts them down before they gain any traction, looming over officers who think they're being discreet. It's no wonder that, quicker than it happened, the gossip stops.

You're still outcast, though. Jealousy is a vile thing.

But it only means he has a larger chance to get you alone. And when he does?

"Chin up, sergeant. You're at a level they can never hope to reach."

The image of your parted lips sears itself onto the back of his eyelids. He looks for it in his most shameful points, a hand wrapped around his thick length as water beats down his back.

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happy-health-always · 1 year ago

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The Road to Straight Teeth: How Braces and Aligners Work

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tteokdoroki · 1 year ago

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sucking and marking kiri’s neck for your own pleasure not his and leaving purply marks all over him.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈�� warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationship, suggestive, dry humping, jealousy, possession, excessive marking, hickies, hair pulling, pro hero!kirishima, gn!reader - not beta read !

walk with me nonnie, can you imagine like marking the shit out of kiri’s chest and neck after watching one of his post-rescue interviews— the damsel in distress having thrown themselves all over him on national TV.

he’ll come home tired after his patrol and the agency work— flopping down on the couch to curl into you and while you flick through channels, giving eijirou the unknown silent treatment. the news will flash with the report of his brave work, the girl clinging to him for dear life and looking up at your boyfriend with bright, twinkling eyes as she purposefully drags her words so kiri will pay extra attention to her.

you thought that by the time eijirou came home you’d be completely calm, over it but then just the sight of him getting all flustered rewatching the clip — asking if his arms look to big or if he should have been a little more humble. you can’t even fault kirishima because he’s just too nice to realise when other people are crossing an invisible line. even sitting next to him, you feel like you can smell her all over him and see exactly where she put her hands on him.

so after a few more moments of ignoring the big guy, you haul yourself into his lap — not kissing the way surprise spreads over eijirou’s handsome features before his large hands settle on the dips in your waist. his red eyes darkening with amusement.

“well, hello there, gorgeous.”

“shut up.” the way you latch onto his thick neck could be compared to that of a vampire — sinking your teeth into the golden hue of his skin, nibbling on the flesh until a purple-like bruise rises to the surface. “‘m mad at you,” you whisper, voice basking in a huskiness that empties eijirou’s brain. he’s too slow, too sweet to catch onto what’s happening.

instead he twitches and rumbles and whines underneath you as you use his chest and neck like a canvas. you aggressively paint shades of blue, burgundy and purple across eijirou’s skin, slowly but surely turning him into a needy mess. he chases a friction that you don’t give to him even while perched pretty in his lap. he whines like an angel’s song as you tongue the marks you’ve given him, lapping at the sensitive areas on your boyfriend’s collar bones while you debate on covering them up with more.

having this amount of control and possession over such a big and strong pro hero sends loved up and hormones shooting across your brain and right around your body. it makes you feel good knowing that red riot lets you have him like this, let’s you do these things to him. even though you both know he could very well turn this situation around.

“please, honey. i just wanna…god let me feel you. please?” kirishima pleads and begs as you litter him with enough love bites to last a life time. you know it feels good for him, but for you it’s better. like taking a shot of whatever alcohol you desire — it gives you a buzz. makes you hyperaware that everyone will see your claim in eijirou peeking out of his hero costume.

“baby,” he tries again, breathless and bucking his hips up into yours, anything to soothe the aching, leaking hard-on he sports. “god, i know i’ve got some teeth on me…but you’re really tearin’ a guy up here. please give me more… s’frustrating.” kirishima mewls weakly but lets you grab the black roots of his hair, tugging his head back so you can expose more of his unmarred flesh to your ravenous mouth.

you have an appetite for ruining him, blessing every inch of his sensitive skin with your bite marks. “you know what’s really frustrating, eijirou?” you mumble after sucking on a spot just under his ear — one of those spots that makes his huge body convulse under a simple touch. “watching your boyfriend let some girl put her hands all over him. watching him do nothing about it too.” he groans low and sexy at what you say, hiccuping between the open mouthed kisses you trail down to his plush chest. “it’s like you wanted to make me mad on purpose, red.”

“maybe…fuck… maybe i did.” kirishima sighs, back arching from the couch when you wrap your wet mouth around his juicy peck — biting down on his pebbled nipples before you move to leave teeth marks all across them. “if it gets you like this.”

you lick, you suck, you bite and teeth and bring red riot crumbling down to the ground. by the time you’re done, his chest, neck and tits are sore with midnight purple marks you’ve left all over them and kirishima lets you kiss every single one to soothe him.

it’s safe to say that the headlines reporting in red riot change over the next few days — most of them highly focused on the aftermath of your jealousy he wears proudly on his exposed chest.

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dentaltreedentalclinic-1 · 6 months ago

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Daily Life with Invisalign: Tips and Best Practices Living with Invisalign aligners can be a transformative journey toward achieving a perfect smile. While the process is convenient and less noticeable than traditional braces, integrating Invisalign into your daily routine requires some adjustments. Here, we'll explore tips and experiences to help you make the most of your Invisalign treatment.

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carpenterswife · 7 months ago

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ALL MY GHOSTS (ix)

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- summary: Finally, you and Beau begin opening up to one another, sharing details of your pasts you hadn’t been willing to before. One thing leads to another, and you take a new step.

- word count: 4523

- warnings: 18+!!!!! descriptions of domestic abuse, descriptions of inhumane treatment, mentions of abortion, smut (🎉).

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“Hey.” Beau pushed a hand through his hair, as you stumbled over to the small kitchen. Coffee in hand, he watched you from over the top of his mug. “How’d ya sleep?”

You tried your best to tame your hair, simultaneously pressing random buttons on the coffee machine, hoping one would make it start. Beau smiled in amusement, watching you. He reached over, putting your mug into the machine and pressing a button on the front. The coffee machine whirred to life.

“Thanks.” You leant back against the counter. “Your sofa is uncomfortable.”

Beau chuckled. “It’s not meant for sleepin’ on.” He sipped his coffee, eyeing you. “Why don’t y’take my bed tonight? I’ll take the sofa.”

“I told you—“

“Uh-huh, an’ I’m not listening’ no more.” Beau interrupted you, with a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You’re injured. Y’should be comfortable. Take the bed. It ain’t nothin’ off my back.”

Huffing, not pleased with Beau’s decision, you reluctantly nodded in agreement. His smile brightened, pleased with your compliance.

He stared at you. “Now, be honest.” He lean back against the kitchen counter beside you, in the small hallway that substituted as a makeshift kitchen. “How did ya actually sleep? No bullshittin’.”

Grabbing your coffee as the machine beeped, you took a small sip, making a face as the liquid burnt your tongue. “Fine.” You smacked your lips.

“Really now?” He hummed, very obviously not believing you. For a few beats, he just stared. “‘Cause I could swear I ‘eard y’walkin’ around at 4am.” He stared at you knowingly. Asshole.

“Just a bad dream, is all.” You flashed him a smile.

He hummed, unconvinced, but not pushing. “Aight.” He sipped his coffee, peering at through dark lashes. “Hey, if ya get one tonight, come to me, yeah? I’ll help.”

You stared back at him, a small tick in your jaw. “I’m not a kid, Beau.”

“And I ain’t saying you are.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Just sayin’, everyone needs a little help sometimes.”

You shrugged off his kind offer. “Don’t need it.”

Beau stared at you, analytical. Silently, he set down his coffee, taking a few steps past you. Your eyes were focused in on him as he opened up a closet in the hallway, rummaging for a few moments. When he emerged, he was holding a newspaper clipping.

Brows furrowing, you stared in confusion. Beau seemed to hesitate, eyes distant, and then he handed it to you.

Confused, you set down your own coffee and took it.

‘COP MOURNS MURDERED PARTNER’.

Your brows furrowed deeper, eyes landing on the picture of Beau on the clipping. Your eyes skimmed over the words, teeth biting down on the inside of your cheek with every word you read.

Randy.

Five Houston Police Officers.

Hatcher Bar & Grill.

Drug bust.

Miscommunication.

Mishap.

Shot dead.

Sergeant Beau Arlen set to retire.

“Jesus, Beau.” Breathless, you looked up at him, taken aback. “This is your old partner?” He nodded, silent, observing your reaction. Your eyes turned back down to the words on the newspaper clipping, digesting it all. “Fucking hell. I’m— Jesus, I’m so sorry.”

“Randy.” He nodded. “Good guy. Hell, he was the closest friend I’d had on the force.” Your eyes returned to his face, drinking in his nostalgic expression.

You set down the clipping and stepped closer to him, wanting to offer comfort.

“We went to take in a cartel. Me, Randy, an’ three others.” He looked to you, eyes meeting yours. “Somethin’ went wrong. They knew we were comin’. It was bad policin’ on my part. Bad leadership. Bad— bad everythin’. I sent him one way,” he shook his head, “and watched a bullet go through his skull.”

“Fuck. Beau.” You laid a hand on his arm, squeezing.

“I was a wreck.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Drank myself half t’ death every night. Carla dragged me out of bars an’ picked me off floors. I clocked out.” Your eyes were burdened with sadness as you stared at him. “I wasn’t there. For— for her, for Em. I drank, and I— I fought with ‘er, and I— I was a god terrible husband. An even worse father. ‘m still surprised Carla lasted as long as she did.”

Your thumb brushed up and down his arm, offering him comfort and reassurance.

“I don’t blame her for divorcin’ me. I can’t. I deserved it.” He laughed dryly to himself, sad and self-loathing.

“You didn’t deserve that, Beau.” You whispered, eyes staring up at his. He looked down at you, lips pressed together, silent. “You deserved to have someone there to support you. You were grieving. You— you needed help, therapy, support.“

“I was a shithead, Y/N.” He whispered back, shaky.

You shook your head. “I’m sure you were. And, yeah, Carla didn’t deserve that. She did what she thought was best for her and for Em, and that’s fair on her. She prioritised herself and her kid.” You squeezed his arm. “But you can’t deny that you needed help.”

He just stared off past you, not responding. He knew it was true. What he’d needed was support from his wife. He’d needed that push to get help. But that wasn’t on her. Carla shouldn’t have had to do that for him. That was his job, to look after himself. She shouldn’t of had to have that on her shoulders.

His internal argument was interrupted when you wrapped your arms around his neck, guiding him in for a gentle hug. His arms came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him, until you were pressed up against his front.

Inhaling shakily, Beau put his chin down on the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms. He cracked a small smile. “Thank you.” He whispered.

Your response was to hold onto him tighter.

God, Beau could stay like this all day. With you holding onto him so tight, as he cradled you against his chest. He could feel strands of your hair tickling his hair with every breath, your small hands pressed against his shoulderblades.

You’d been through so much in the last few weeks. Beau held you tighter at the memory of what your ex had put you through.

With you in his arms, Beau swore to himself that he’d ensure you weren’t ever hurt again.

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Beau grinned in amusement as he watched you try, and fail, to keep the fire alive. He set his plate of dinner aside, gently putting his hand over yours to take the fire iron from you. “I got it.” He murmured, taking over the job at tending to the fire.

You smiled sheepishly, sitting back in your chair. Beau chuckled at your expression, setting down the fire iron as the flames grew once more, providing you both with a wave of heat.

Silence settled between the pair of you as you ate the dinner you’d cooked together.

Beau’s camper was nice. You liked it here. It was serene and pretty. You’d had a gorgeous view of the sunset, that you’d enjoyed with a cup of coffee and horrible country music Beau had insisted on putting on. There was an overlooking view of Helena, of the lights and the buildings.

It was beautiful up here. Surrounded by nature, and movie-like views in every direction.

You glanced at him, remembering what he’d told you about earlier. He’d been so open and vulnerable with you, recalling every detail of what’d happened to Randy. He’d told you stories of his old friend over a bottle of beer, the two of you laughing, and Beau occasionally tearing up, as he recalled his best memories from Houston.

It hit you that you were the only person in Helena that’d ever got the privilege of seeing him like that.

And the words you spoke came out abruptly and without much thought. “Jack wasn’t always abusive.”

His head whipped around to look at you, mouth full of his dinner. “Wha’?” He spoke around his mouthful. You couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable sight; him, frozen, chipmunk cheeks full of food.

“Jack wasn’t always abusive.” You repeated yourself. “For the first year, he was… charming, funny. A gentleman, really.” Your expression scrunched together at the memory. “That was the man I fell in love with.”

Beau swallowed his mouthful of food. “What happened?” He asked gently, careful with his words.

“As soon as he put a ring on my finger… he changed.” You brows furrowed, hand tensing around your fork. “My sister warned me. Said it was odd, that he’d proposed after only a year. But, I was 25, and I thought I’d met the love of my life.”

Beau smiled sadly. He’d heard too many of these kinds of stories. Women lured in by men who seemed like fairytales, only for their true colours to be revealed after the women were stuck.

“It started small. He got mean.” You spun your fork. “Started calling me a bitch, a whore. Things like that. He told me I needed to quit my job, become a stay at home wife. That he wanted dinner on the table every night when he got home. That I belonged to him — he owned me.”

He cringed. “Jesus.” He muttered.

You sighed deeply. “He started punching walls, throwing things. Then, he started throwing things at me. Started punching the walls beside my head.” You shook your head, looking up at Beau. “Before I realised what was happening, I was stuck and already covered in bruises. He’d cut me off from my friends and family, convinced me they were bad for me.”

Beau reached over, grasping your hand within his bigger one. He offered you a comforting smile.

You squeezed his hand. “The abuse got worse and worse overtime, until I started going to the hospital. They started questioning me. And then he stopped letting me go.” Your eyes went vacant. “He got me pregnant on our 2nd anniversary.”

His eyes widened a little at this information. He put the pieces together. “You didn’t keep it?” He asked softly, not the slightest bit of judgment in his voice.

“No.” You confessed. “I kept it from him. Got an abortion. When he found out…” your hand tightened around Beau’s instinctively, “he beat me so bad I couldn’t walk for three days.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Beau grit his teeth. “I’m gon’ kill that bastard. I swear to you, when I find him, I’m gon’ beat his ass.”

You laughed softly at his words. “He started locking me up after that. In the bedroom, in the closet. Anywhere he could. He’d lock me up when he ‘wasn’t bothered to deal with me’.”

Beau cradled your hand in both of his tightly, brows furrowing.

“When he was at work one day, I left.” You whispered. “Packed half of my stuff, put it in my car, and just drove. Ended up in Montana with a flat tire.” You cracked a smile. “You know how it went after that. I ended up here. And just… stayed.”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m proud of you.” He whispered, smiling softly at you. “That must have taken a lot of bravery. To up an’ leave like that.” Beau stared at you with soft and caring eyes. “You’re an amazin’ woman, y’know that?”

You smiled warmly back at him.

“An’ I promise,” Beau brought your hand towards him and held it to his chest, cradling it, “I will catch this bastard before he even touches you again.”

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Beau was woken up by the sound of your heavy breathing from the bedroom. Confused, he sat up, groggy, ears straining to focus on the sound. With concern growing in his chest, he got to his feet, stumbling about for a moment.

He made his way to the bedroom, digging his knuckles into his eyes to wake himself up. “Y/N?” He called out, voice hoarse and scratchy with sleep. “Y’good?”

Your head shot up as he peeped into the bedroom, the concern heavy despite his heavy eyelids. “Fine.” Your breaths were still ragged. It did nothing to convince him. “Just another bad dream.” He hummed and stepped over, sitting down on the edge of the bed by your feet. “Really, Beau, I’m okay.”

“You’re shakin’ like a leaf. Don’t look alright to me.” Beau stared at you worriedly. “C’mon, ‘s just me, honey. Talk to me.”

You refused to look at him.

Beau shifted closer. His finger curled under your chin, nudging your head up. Your eyes locked with his, breath stolen from your lungs. He gave you a comforting smile, his expression so soft and caring. “Please.” He murmured. “Talk to me.”

Something churned in your gut. The way he was looking at you. The way he was speaking. Your entire body got hot.

Without even considering the consequences, you lurched forward, catching his lips in an eager kiss. You’d wanted this for so damn long.

He didn’t move.

God, why wasn’t he moving?

You quickly realised your mistake and separated from him.

Beau was frozen still, absolutely flabbergasted. He didn’t even look like he was breathing.

“I’m so sorry.” You breathed out, horrified. You’d just fucked this up. He’d been nothing but kind and sweet and caring. An incredible friend. And you’d fucked all of it. “Beau, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have—“

He interrupts you, hands grabbing onto your cheeks and pulling your face towards his. His lips mets yours fiercely, in a kiss that said everything he was too scared to.

It felt better than you’d ever expected it to. He was good at this. His hands tilted your head, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Your stomach whirled and danced and fluttered, as you allowed him to take the lead, parting your lips as his tongue prodded for access.

You’d been dreaming of this moment. But you’d never dreamt it’d be this good. Your hands latched onto his sleep shirt, kissing him back with equal vigour. It felt like everything clicking into place. His hands left your face, venturing down your body until they grasped onto your waist. This was good. This was right.

He pulled back, just an inch, gasping in air. “Jesus christ.” He whispered breathlessly. He moved forwards again and reconnected your lips. Beau shifted himself, settling further on the bed.

Without disconnecting your lips, he gently laid you down on the bed, loving and careful with every movement he made with you. He hovered above you, your head caged by his hands. You shifted to accommodate his position on top of you.

For a moment, he pulled back, eyes fluttering open. They were dark; darker than you’d ever seen. Full of heat and need and desire. “Do you want this?” He whispered, eyes drinking in your expression.

“Yes.” You breathed out in response. Your hands tugged on his shirt, bringing him down close to you. “I want you.”

He physically shuddered at those words. “You’re sure?”

You nodded immediately, twitching with eagerness. “100%.” You whispered to him, eyes big as they stared up at him.

Beau smiled softly, and leant down to kiss you again. It was gentler this time, and one of his hands began to roam your curves. He took his time to explore every inch, every curve, every dip. Eventually, his hand met the hem of your shirt. He sat up onto his knees, gently pushing your shirt up.

You helped him strip your shirt off your body, watching in amusement as he blindly flung it away. Underneath your sleep shirt, you were bare, leaving your top half fully exposed to him.

His eyes took the sight in, swallowing thickly. “God. You’re so pretty.” He whispered, desire shining in his eyes. He leant down over you again, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving spots of saliva shining on your skin.

Instinctively, your head tilted back, allowing him easier access to the sensitive skin.

He smiled against your neck at that action, peppering kisses over the column of your throat, occasionally nipping, making you giggle. His smile grew, travelling downwards to your chest. Your hands explored his clothed back, as his lips kissed down the valley of your breasts.

Breath hitching, you reached for his shirt, eagerly tugging at it. Beau chuckled quietly at your eagerness, sitting up so you could pull his shirt off over his head.

He watched you, with amusement, as you almost drooled at the sight of his bare chest. Your hands explored the defined muscles, which tensed under your soft hands. Beau smiled at you, admiration in his eyes as he leant back down, catching your lips in a steamy kiss. He departed, and his lips attached to your breast instead.

Your breath stuttered and caught in your throat. “Beau.” You whispered softly, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. Your hands travelled up his back, palms brushing his shoulder blades, and up into his hair.

His hand came up to palm at the other breast, giving it equal attention. He twirled and pinched your nipple, your soft breaths and noises making his pants strain. He moved on from your breasts, trailing kisses down your stomach, giving every inch of your body the attention it deserved. He looked up at you as his hands hovered over the waistband of your sweatpants, searching for consent before he undressed you further.

Immediately, you nodded, eager for his touch.

Beau grinned and hooked his thumbs on the waistband, pulling them down. His eyes drank in the sight of you clad in merely panties as he tossed the sweatpants aside.

You gasped, hips bucking unexpectedly, as his fingers brushed past your wet spot of arousal.

His grin became mischievous. “Look at you.” He murmured, his admiration of you clear. “How long have you been waitin’ for me, huh?” He chuckled, hands gripping onto your hips. “All I’ve done is touch you, an’ you’re soaked.”

You gave him a glare, huffing, squirming under him. “Don’t tease, Arlen.” He laughed quietly. “Like you’re any better.” To prove your point, you reached down, hand cupping the tent in his pants.

He gasped. “Fuck— baby.” His fingers dug into your hips at the unexpected touch from you. His eyes darkened further, and he wasted no more time in tugging down your underwear, letting them join the haphazard pile of clothes skewed on his bedroom floor. He groaned softly, looking down at you, all laid out, eager and needy for him, completely naked and exposed underneath him. “You’re so hot.”

You giggled quietly, hands combing through his hair. Your hips squirmed a little, searching for his touch.

He obliged, kissing his way down your body, until he was at your thighs. His hand brushed you, deft fingers quickly getting to work. He parted your folds, grinning at the sight of your pussy glistening wet.

“Beau.” You whimpered, needy. Your hands blindly found his hair, hips bucking up into his hand.

Chuckling softly, Beau gathered your wetness, fingers easily locating your clit. The moan of pleasure you let out went straight to his dick. He remained there for a few moments, listening to your noises of pleasure as he toyed with your sensitive nerves.

Looking up at you, he watched your reactions, as he slid two fingers inside of you. You moaned, a sweet sound that spurred him on more. He pumped his fingers into you, attentively listening to your noises, quickly learning and adhering to the movements and locations that set you off the most.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers, and he groaned at the tight grip your cunt had on his digits. His dick twitched at the feeling.

Walls clenched and tightened, making Beau aware of your oncoming release. As your soft noises became louder and higher-pitched, he pumped into you a little deeper, knuckle-deep inside of your pussy. He pressed his thumb against your clit with ease, flicking and playing with it, the extra stimulation sending you over the edge.

His deft fingers worked you through your orgasm, leaving you writhing and moaning under him. He pulled his fingers out, leaning back up, catching your lips in another heated kiss. His hands grabbed your thighs, one of them leaving a sticky mess on your skin.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” You whispered against his lips.

Beau laughed at your praise, lifting his head and grinning down at you. “I could tell.” When you rolled your eyes, he laughed again. He lifted his hips a bit as you tugged at his waistband, pushing his sweatpants down. He shimmied them off his feet, letting them fall by the end of the bed.

You groaned at the sight of him on top of you, naked and hard, erection already leaking. “God, Beau.” You hooked one leg around his hips and tugged him, making his tip brush against your pussy. You both moaned in tandem. “I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He smiled softly down at you. One hand cradled your sweaty face, pushing hair off your cheeks. “Me too, baby.” He whispered, loving. “Been dreamin’ ‘bout being inside of you for a year.”

Arms curling around his neck, you smiled up at him, breathless. Your other leg wrapped around his hips. “Condom?”

“Top drawer.” He chuckled.

Grinning, you turned your head and reached for the drawer, yanking it open. Blindly, you patted around the drawer, until you located a square packet that crinkled under your fingers. You pulled it out. “Mmm, size large.” You teased him, ripping the corner of the packet.

Beau hung his head down and laughed, eyes scrunching. “Shut up, you.”

You giggled, expert hands retrieving the condom from inside the packet.

He watched you eagerly, breath hitching in his throat as you rolled it down his cock. “Fuck.” He hissed, struggling to remain still under the gentle touch. His hips twitched a little, especially when you playfully twisted your hand. “Shit— don’t do that.”

You just laughed at his gasp of pleasure, pulling your hands of him, and winding your arms around his neck again.

Beau smiled at you, catching his breath. “You ready?” He whispered. When you nodded in response, Beau shifted closer to you, pressing his tip against your entrance. Your breath hitched, turning to a moan when he pushed in. “Shit, baby.” He moaned, dropping his forehead down onto your shoulder. He pushed deeper slowly, bottoming out, hips stuttering.

“Beau.” You moaned his name quietly, right in his ear. He groaned softly at the sound. His cock stretched you exquisitely. The fit was snug and tight, and he loved it.

Carefully, he began moving inside of you, strokes gentle and steady. He lifted his head up to look down at you, his elbows caging your head. He let one hand tangle in your hair, hips meeting yours as he pulled out halfway, and then pushed back in fully. “You feel so good.” He whispered breathlessly, his other fist clenching, controlling the urge to thrust faster. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. So pretty. So perfect for me.”

You moaned under his praise, walls fluttering. Your grip on his hair tightened, one hand falling down onto his shoulder.

He chuckled at your reaction, noting that down. You liked praise. He wouldn’t be forgetting that anytime soon. After a few more thrusts, he began to quicken his pace. His cock twitched inside of you, as he thrust in and out.

Your foot pressed against his ass, guiding him in deeper and faster.

He moaned softly, but did as you insisted. His hips hit yours a bit harder, pulling out all the way and then pushing right back in incessantly. You cried out in ecstasy at the pleasurable, fast intrusion. The pace was steady and just the right speed, as his cock hit the sweet spots inside of you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering, as he fucked you sweetly and lovingly.

“So pretty.” He murmured against your skin. “Don’t know why I waited so long for you.”

You felt the band in your stomach tighten, like it was being pulled and stretched.

Beau felt your walls clench around him, squeezing his cock. He hissed in pleasure, his thrusts becoming jerky for a few moments. He reached down, adding extra stimulation by working your clit. He felt you tighten more and more around him, fluttering and tensing in the most perfect way.

That was enough to make the band snap.

Your head tilted back as you moaned, cumming for a second time. Your release coated over his covered cock, and it sent him over the edge, spilling inside his condom with a grunt and moan. He fucked you through your orgasm, your tight grip on his cock milking him dry.

As you came down, reaching the end of your release, Beau slowed his thrusts. He grunted quietly, breathless as he looked down at you, admiring your fucked-out expression.

He pulled out, the feeling sending another jolt through you. With shaky breaths, he took off his condom, tying it and disposing it in the trash can. He’d empty that when it wasn’t 4am. He turned over and faced you, hand soothing over your hair. “You okay, baby?”

Rolling over to face him, your expression was full of content and admiration. “Better than okay.” You laid a hand on his bearded cheek, thumb stroking his sweaty cheekbone. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that to happen.”

Beau chuckled, hand finding your waist and pulling you towards him, your breasts brushing his chest with the close proximity. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He whispered. “If I’d known you’d felt the same… I would have done that a long fuckin’ time ago.”

Smiling, your thumb traced a line from freckle to freckle on his cheek. “Did we— I mean… is this gonna ruin anything?”

“No.” He whispered, certain. “No.” He repeated. His hand tucked hair behind your ear, brushing it all off of your face. “I don’t regret this. Do you?” You immediately shook your head in repulse. His smile grew. “How ‘bout this? Tomorrow, I’ll take you on a proper date. You, me, Pedro, and a nice dinner.”

Your nose scrunches playfully. “Do we have to take Pedro?”

Beau gasped in mock offence. “Ey!” He swatted your shoulder gently, playful. “I told ya already. Don’t y’be talkin’ ‘bout Pedro like that. He can hear you.” Your giggles made his heart flutter, biting back a loving smile as he just watched you.

This was so right.

“Shower?” He grinned at you.

You grinned back. “Round two?”

He’d intended aftercare — wash you up, make sure you felt okay and clean. But, he guessed that worked too. He could do both, after all. He barked a laugh. “I can work with that.” He sat up and slid off the bed.

You squealed with laughter as he scooped you up bridal-style, carrying you off to the shower.

Yeah, this was how it was meant to be.

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a/n: double update as an apology for the slow updates recently. they finally did it. yippee!!! had so much fun writing this one + adventuring their relationship. if the smut is bad, ignore it - i’ve never properly written it before :(

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linorachas · 2 years ago

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double the trouble (triple the fun) | seo changbin & han jisung

ᦈ pairing — changbin x reader x jisung, changbin x jisung ᦈ genre — smut ᦈ word count — 3.7k ᦈ tags— afab reader, best friends with benefits, dirty talk, exhibitionism, spitroasting, slight choking ᦈ notes — i was going to make chan the ex because apparently i cant live without mentioning chan but i was like omg i cant do that…. So headcanon that chan is the next boyfriend who treats u right. binsung are still Protective and Suspicious until one day chan meekly suggests a foursome and BAM theyre 100% convinced that hes The One

read on ao3 :3

“Jaesuk cheated on me.”

Music stops. A loud, obnoxious, automated voice announces Game over! just as Jisung drops his controller. Beside him, Changbin sets his phone down slowly.

“What?”

You look up from where you were picking vegetables out of your meal, blinking rapidly. “Um. Jaesuk cheated on me?”

“That lanky, ugly, bug-eyed son of a bitch cheated on you? On you?”

Jisung’s voice gets louder with each word as he slowly rises from his seated position on the floor. His face was pinched, and for a second, he looked as if he was genuinely angry. Your lips twitch.

“Ugly? Didn’t you say he was cute when I first showed you his picture?”

Jisung scoffs. “I was lying out my ass, Y/N. What do you mean, he cheated on you?”

You sigh at that, setting down your fork. You had hoped the casual mention of your ex would explain why you haven't been with him for weeks, a concern Jisung himself raised a few days ago. You also knew, however, that your best friends were never the ones to let anything slip by so easily, especially when it came to you. So this was— as much as you hoped it wouldn’t be— expected.

“A few weeks ago, we had a fight over something stupid and had a pretty bad argument about it. I went over to his place to work things out because I felt bad that I’ve been giving him the silent treatment. Caught him pants down with another girl in the hallway. According to his neighbor, that wasn’t the only girl he’s fucked out in the open.”

You relay the story lazily, all while looking for the packet of soy sauce you had seen Changbin toss away earlier. You don’t notice Jisung and Changbin’s faces get even more furious with every word.

Changbin, who had been quiet the entire time, finally speaks up. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Huh?” You look up, soy sauce packet between your teeth. “Whaft? ”

Your eyes widen when Changbin actually gets up and snatches his car keys on the table, then heads for the door where his shoes were lined up. You panic even more when he actually laces up his shoes, and it’s only then that it hits you.

He was actually angry. Like Angry angry.

“Jisung, stop hi-“ You start, panicked face turning towards Jisung, but you stumble back a step when you notice he was fuming too.

His jaw was clenched, eyes furious as he glared holes somewhere on the floor. He paid no attention to Changbin, who was actually turning the knob on the front door now and holy shit-

“I can’t bail you out of jail!”

You exclaim as you rush over, pressing your body between Changbin and the door. You let out a sigh of relief when it slams shut behind you, but Changbin doesn’t seem too happy about it.

“Y/N,” he sighs, voice clipped. “Move.”

“No, what the hell- Bin, are you serious?” You huff, placing a hand on Changbin’s cheek.

His narrowed eyes avoid yours. You knew that Changbin never wanted you to see him when he was angry, and the fact that he didn’t want to make eye contact with you right now proved to you how serious the situation actually was. He might actually kill Jaesuk.

“Let him be.” Jisung cuts in. He was still frowning, but his eyes cooly met yours as he dropped down on the couch, leaning back to rest his arm on the backside. “I’ll bail him out.”

You stare. Jisung stares back, undeterred.

It’s tense in the room.

After a beat, you purse your lips. “You couldn’t even afford rent last month.”

Jisung lets out a scoff as he turns away, but you snort internally when you see his slowly reddening ears. Changbin’s lips are quirked as he turns to look at Jisung too, but he immediately schools his expression back into indifference when you face him. You raise an eyebrow in challenge.

“And you’re not killing anyone. Between us three, I’m the one who would most likely commit a murder. Not you two. So go sit back down and-” you grunt as you push Changbin back with both hands to his chest— which felt like a rock solid wall, mind you— but you falter when he doesn’t even move an inch.

Hands gently clasp your wrists.

“He hurt you.”

You freeze. Slowly looking up, you find Changbin gazing down at you. He looked almost… upset now, and you coo.

“Oh no, Bin, he didn’t-”

“Y/N, you were still in a relationship when he got his small dick wet and not to mention how shitty he’s been treating you this past month! How could h-”

“Changbin.” You hiss, and he immediately shuts up. You soften when you see his eyebrows furrow, clearly upset about the situation. You take his hands in yours and squeeze.

“I would have had to care about him enough for him to hurt me. I’m not hurt, Bin, I promise. I’m just— pissed.” You swallow, shifting nervously on your feet. Jisung gets up then, sidling up next to Changbin. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you flash him a grateful smile. “I’m angry at myself for wasting so much time on the asshole. I’m angry at him for stringing me along. I’m angry that I spent so much time with him when I could have spent it on better people like—” you sniffle, “—like you guys.”

“I’m not hurt,” you reassure them once again, frowning. “If I have the chance to punch him in the face I’d gladly take it, but most of all, I’m just- I just want to move on.”

Jisung makes a noise at the back of his throat, and you’re not even given a warning when he goes behind you to pull you into a backhug, face nuzzling into your hair. You giggle when he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

Changbin pulls your attention back to him with two fingers under your chin.

“Then let's do it. Jisung and I will hold him down and you can punch him all you like.”

You laugh, and at that, Changbin finally softens.

“I’m being serious.” He still says, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. You grin.

“I know you are. But that’s assault, and I am not stooping that low. Especially not with you guys. The thought of giving him more attention just pisses me off even more. I want to forget about him, okay? Pretend he never existed in my life, and that I never met him. Let’s just— let him be. Karma will get to him.”

Jisung huffs. “Not even a little kick to the balls would help?”

You snort. “Not even a little kick to the balls, Sungie. But you know what would help?”

They both perk up.

You smile, slow and mischievous as you tug Changbin closer. “A club.”

Two simultaneous groans.

You laugh. “Oh, come on! I’m brokenhearted, you have to adhere to my requests! Oh help, I need to be cured right now!”

Changbin huffs out a laugh, somewhere between exasperated and fond. You giggle, letting go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck, Jisung still clinging at your waist.

“Come on, Binnie, pleaaaase? Just a few dances to get my mind off it. I won’t even drink, you guys can drink all you want, I’ll get us all home safe, please please please- ”

“Okay, alright, christ-” Changbin groans, but he’s grinning as he brushes the hair away from your face. “None of us are drinking. We’ll just dance and have fun.”

“Dance and have fun. Yes. Uh huh. Thank you.” You smack a long kiss to Changbin’s cheek before you turn to face Jisung, who was pouting.

You put your arms around his shoulder. “You don’t want to go to the club with us?”

“There’s a tournament,” Jisung starts, eyes flickering towards the console, but he falters when he sees you blinking up at him. “I…”

Jisung’s eyes quickly dart behind you to where Changbin was, but unbeknownst to you, Changbin already had both hands up in surrender, mouthing I can’t help you. I’m weak.

“You…?”

So Jisung shuts his mouth with a smile, hands squeezing your waist. “That I can join next week. Alright, to the club! Come on, Y/N. Wanna pick what I should wear?”

You grin in triumph, letting Jisung pull you to his bedroom as Changbin follows suit with a defeated smile on his face.

The night was still young. You weren’t going to let Jaesuk ruin the mood, and a night of dancing could fix that.

Luckily for you, Changbin and Jisung were more than willing to help.

You don’t know how it happens, but an hour later finds you squeezed between Changbin and Jisung.

You’re not drunk. You’re barely even tipsy, having only just drank one beer. But the heat inside the club was affecting you. You were safe, content and happy between your best friends, what more could you ask for?

It’s reminiscent of your position by the door earlier, but this time it’s a lot less wholesome and a lot more— ah.

“Jisung,” You gasp when you feel another mark sucked on your neck, teeth nibbling one of your most sensitive spots. Shivers wrack your body. “Jesus. Are you teething?”

Changbin snorts at that, but his eyes are busy watching Jisung. “He’s not teething. He’s staking a claim.”

You raise a brow, grinding back into Jisung’s clothed cock at the words. Jisung grunts in your ear. “Oh? Letting everybody in the club know that I’m yours?”

You squeak when you’re suddenly spun around, stumbling back into Changbin’s hard chest. He catches you easily though, one of his warm hands sliding up your top and another sliding down to your hips. You shiver again when his nails scratch against your tummy.

Jisung, who was now in front of you, stalks closer, and your breath hitches when he stops just an inch away from your lips.

With a smirk, he says, “that you’re ours.”

And just as Jisung crashes his lips onto yours, another set of lips starts leaving wet, heated kisses on your neck. It trails higher, up to your cheek, to your jaw, and all the way to your ear.

There, Changbin whispers, confident and smug. “And we’re taking you home tonight.”

It’s fleeting, the brush of a hand between your thighs, but it’s enough to shock your eager body and make you moan Changbin’s name into Jisung’s mouth.

“Wrong,” Jisung whispers after he sucks on your bottom lip, letting it go with a teasing bite. “That was me. Guess we’re gonna have a little game then, huh?”

“No more games.” You whine, pressing back into Changbin, who was sucking in sharp breaths as he ground against your ass. “Don’t care whose it is. I want you both, and I want you now. Please.”

Jisung huffs at the lack of attention, pressing his own clothed cock against the front of your thigh as well, and just the feeling of being sandwiched between the two has your body tingling all the way to your fingertips.

You’re just about to pull Jisung into another messy kiss when Changbin stops the both of you by a hand to your neck, pulling you towards him gently.

You gulp at the feeling of his fingers around your throat, and Changbin’s eyes distractedly watch your slick mouth, but he still manages to get out, “Home. Let’s get you home, and we’ll give you what you want. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.” You croak out, still frozen at the feel of Changbin’s hand around your neck. Changbin seems to have noticed this, and his eyes darken when you moan at a slight squeeze that he does.

Jisung, already impatient, tugs you out of Changbin’s grasp with a possessive hand to your waist.

“Later.” He promises both of you, and you and Changbin both straighten up. “Home, now.”

You nod, blinking out of your daze, but your body still reacts when Changbin slides a hand up your back as he and Jisung lead you to the exit. They flank you on both sides, side-eyeing anyone who so much as looks at you.

It’s a blur on the way back to Changbin and Jisung’s apartment, but you were hyper aware of where their hands were.

Changbin had wrapped an arm around your waist as soon as you had slid into the middle seat, and soon enough his fingers were trailing goosebump-inducing patterns under your shirt again. At one point he reaches the edge of your bra, and you bite your lip when he teasingly kneads under it. You send him a sharp look, gesturing to the driver.

All Changbin does is smirk in return.

Jisung, on the other hand, was gazing out the window and enjoying the scenery that you know he’s seen a million times, but his hand was busy sliding between your thighs. You jolt every time he gets a little too close to where you needed him most, and you glare when he quickly pulls his hand away with a knowing grin. He then lets his fingers scratch the inside of your inner thigh, and it gets so ticklish and hard to hold back the sounds that you have to stop him with a hand to his wrist and a pointed look.

Jisung merely takes your hand off, and continues.

You squirm in the backseat, getting wetter with each caress the two made. You don’t make a sound, but your heavy breathing was probably obvious at one point, because you meet eyes with the driver in the rearview mirror, and he looked concerned. You flush red and try to hide your face by burying it against Changbin’s shoulder.

A coo. “You alright? Drank too much?”

“Shut up,” You hiss, but end up snapping your mouth shut when Changbin quickly but surely fondles one of your breasts through your bra. He slides a thumb under the cup to teasingly flick your nipple, then slides his hand back down to your waist, like nothing had happened.

“Bin-” you whine in his shoulder, and he chuckles.

“Almost there, baby. Just a few more minutes.”

And then, in a split second, fingers rub at your clothed pussy.

Your gasp quickly turns into a moan, which Changbin covers up by cooing louder and pressing your face against his neck.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Changbin soothes, “we’re almost home. I know your head hurts, but you can puke there.”

“Ah,” The driver speaks up, seemingly understanding now. “Please don’t get vomit in my car, I can pull over if-”

“Oh, no, it’s okay, thank you, she’s just-”

As Changbin converses with the driver, Jisung continues his relentless rubbing. He finds your clit easily, and you moan soundlessly against Changbin’s neck as your hips buck. Jisung holds your hips down with his other hand.

“You’re alright,” Changbin mutters down at you, cupping your cheek tenderly, but out of the driver’s sight, he’s sliding his thumb between your parted lips, pad pressing down on your tongue. “You’re doing so well.”

You were so wet now, and you knew Jisung could feel it too, considering he kept brushing over the wet spot that has seeped into your panties. You squirm, hoping to get him back to your clit, but you freeze when his fingers slide under your underwear and fuck-

“Jisung-” you start, moaning muffled against Changbin’s thumb, but Changbin cuts you off.

“-is right there. Don’t worry, he’s safe. He’s coming with us.”

“I’m right here, Y/N.” Jisung pipes in casually, like he wasn’t sliding the pads of his fingers up and down your labia, teasingly circling your clit and dipping the tips of his two fingers in your hole. “Are you hungry? Cause I am.”

You shake in Changbin’s arms. He laughs.

You’re just about to cum when the car suddenly stops, and a keen bubbles out your throat when Jisung pulls his fingers away, upset at having your orgasm be taken away from you. You’re in a daze as Changbin helps you out of the car, leaving Jisung to pay. You hoped he left a good tip.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to stumble inside the boys’ apartment, tearing at each other's clothes as you go inside the nearest bedroom.

Jisung makes quick work of opening you up as you leant back against Changbin’s chest, his fingers stretching your walls. You moan against Changbin’s lips, unsure whether to pull away from the fast thrusting of Jisung’s fingers or push into Changbin’s hands which were kneading your breasts.

“Come here, baby.” Jisung finally pulls his fingers out, kneeling in the middle of the bed as he holds his cock in his hand.

You crawl toward him, mouth opening automatically. Jisung groans, slapping his drooling cockhead on your outstretched tongue.

“That’s it, let me see you take my cock in your pretty little mouth. That’s a good little slut…”

Jisung slowly guides his cock into your waiting mouth at the same time Changbin lines himself up behind you, and you gasp when the head pushes inside.

You pull of Jisung’s cock and gasp. “You’re so big, Bin- wait-”

You and Changbin both groan as you convulse around him. Changbin doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his massive size. Jisung, however, was too impatient. He drags your mouth back onto his dick with a grunt.

“Shit. Jaesuk missed out on this?” Changbin mutters mostly to himself once he starts fucking into you, each thrust pushing you forward onto Jisung’s cock.

“Fucking loser,” Jisung says in reply, gathering your hair in his hands he thrusts in and out of your slick mouth too. “Doesn’t know what he let go.”

You flush at both their words and actions, pleasure coursing through your body on both ends. You let Jisung fuck your mouth, too overwhelmed to keep bobbing your head with how good Changbin was fucking you.

Jisung must have been more worked up than you thought, because he suddenly pulls away. You let out a displeased whine, wanting him back in your mouth, but he just tuts as he holds you up by the hair.

“Not yet. Be good for hyung, alright?”

At the words, Changbin stops, flips you over, and immediately starts fucking you again. He wraps your legs around his waist, and your blink in surprise when his hand slides up to wrap around your throat.

“Changbin,” You choke out a gasp, fingers clawing at Changbin’s wrist as he squeezes your throat. “Oh, fuck- fuck-”

His pace is relentless; your hips were hanging mid-air from how much he’s lifted you, and you were basically perched on his thighs. You almost black out when he squeezes your throat once, feeling lightheaded from the cock pounding into you and the lack of air.

Behind you, Jisung shudders at the sight.

You reach for him weakly, wanting to get a hand on him. He obliges almost immediately, kneeling beside your head as he strokes his cock to your gasps and Changbin’s grunts. You manage to wrap a clumsy wrap around him, and though it was almost useless, Jisung still moans loud.

“You’re so- fucking- wet.” Changbin gasps, fingers tightening from where it was wrapped around your ankle. “Fuck, baby, Jisung could slip in here with how wet you are.”

Changbin and Jisung don’t miss the way you jerk at that, getting even tighter at the thought. You feel the tips of your ears burn, but Changbin just smirks. “Oh? You like that?”

You don’t expect to his slide down after that, finger trailing over your entrance where his cock was still fucking in and out of you. It only takes a little push, and his finger slips inside.

“Are you fucking crazy-” You hiss, but there’s no denying the way you clench around Changbin’s cock and finger. You moan even louder when he starts moving it along with his cock, feeling like you’re about to lose your mind.

“Fuck,” Changbin and Jisung both exhale, mesmerized.

Jisung was so close that every time he thrust, his cock would bump against your cheek and sometimes your lips. You move your head close so his cock slides against your lips, and Jisung almost doubles over.

“Hyung,” Jisung whines suddenly, and you blink, confused, but then Changbin pulls Jisung into a kiss and your world shakes.

You and Jisung moan at the same time, Jisung’s cock twitching in your hand. He’s gotten so wet that you hear a squelch every time he bucks into your hand.

Jisung melts in Changbin’s hold, something you understand all too well. Out of the three of you, Changbin was the best kisser. He had a way of pulling you into a kiss so hypnotizing it leaves you breathless and boneless at the same time.

The sight of your two best friends gasping into each other's mouths was enough to push you to the edge. You couldn’t even warn them as you finally cum, toes curling as you convulse around Changbin’s cock.

Jisung follows soon after, pulling away from Changbin’s lips just to hide his face in Changbin’s neck, shuddering as he cums. He sprays directly into your mouth, but his hips stutter, so some of his cum gets onto your cheek and neck.

Changbin, with one arm around Jisung’s waist, pulls his cock and finger out of you with a groan and starts jerking himself off. He keeps your legs spread, and he watches with lidded eyes as your hole spasms around nothing.

With Jisung’s cock in your hand, his cum on your face, and Jisung’s face in his neck, Changbin finally cums on your stomach with a shuddering breath.

The three of you collapse on the bed soon after, sweaty and sticky. You were so content to just bask in the silence and heavy breathing, but you just had to ask.

“Since when-” You sit up and gesture to Changbin and Jisung, but you don’t finish your sentence.

Jisung flushes up to the tips of his ears and hides his face in the pillow. Changbin laughs into your shoulder.

“Since now. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Wah,” you exhale and lie back down on the bed, letting Changbin and Jisung cuddle up to you on either side. “Thank fucking god Jaesuk cheated on me then.”

“Yah-”

“Don’t say that! I’m still going to kill him.”

You squeak when Changbin pinches your waist, but you still feel their smiles on your skin. You giggle.

Getting fucked by your best friends definitely helped you get over your stupid ex.

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 9 months ago

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Day 19: "Please Don't" / Adrenaline Crash

@febuwhump prompt: "Please Don't" @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Adrenaline Crash

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, Tech, Echo (Did you read Day 5: Rope Burns / Bound & Gagged and Day 12: Semi-Conscious / Over-the-Shoulder Carry? This is a continuation! Follow the links above to catch up on the story so far) Word Count: ~3005 Click here to read on AO3 Also available in Russian (with thanks to @tech-o-mania for the amazing translation!)

Synopsis: Hunter loses control as he hunts down the mercenaries who captured and injured Omega.

Art by the awesome @collophora of my gorgeous Feral Hunter! Thank you so much for this beautiful pic and letting me post it with my fic, everyone go view collophora's original post HERE and tell them how great they are! <3

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Omega swings her legs as she sits on the edge of the table, watching as Tech methodically extracts embedded strands of hessian from the wound on her left wrist. Her right is already swathed in bandages, the bacta gel bringing a soothing numbness that dulls the pulsing pain to a background throb.

She draws her breath in as a hiss though her teeth at a particularly painful pull, and Tech glances at her to check she is okay. He doesn’t continue until she nods to give him permission to do so.

The com at the engineer’s wrist crackles to life. “Come in, Tech.” It is Wrecker’s voice, low and urgent.

Tech pauses his ministrations to answer the com. “What is it, Wrecker?”

“I need backup.”

The big clone’s voice over the com is deadly serious, none of his usual joviality.

“What is your status?” asks Tech, his voice taking on a more clipped edge.

“It’s Hunter.”

Tech quickly looks up at Echo, and Omega doesn’t miss the alarmed look that passes between them.

“Will you and Omega be alright by yourselves?” Tech asks, putting the tweezers back in the medkit and standing.

Echo nods, resting a hand on Omega’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about us. Go help Wrecker.”

“Help Wrecker with what?” asks Omega, getting to her feet and looking first at Tech, then Echo. “Are they in trouble?”

“You are still in need of treatment,” says Echo firmly, trying for a smile which comes out too tense to be reassuring. “I’m sure Tech will manage without us.” He gestures back to the table. “Sit back up, and I’ll finish your wrists.”

Tech is gathering his equipment, and Omega leans past Echo to see him set his pistol to stun.

“I want to go with Tech,” she protests softly. “I want to check that Hunter and Wrecker are okay.”

Echo and Tech exchange another look. Omega is getting pretty tired of the unspoken conversations they share with their eyes.

“Finish attending to Omega’s wounds,” says Tech eventually. “Then you may follow… carefully.”

Hunter’s pistol is in his left hand, balanced on his forearm which is crossed in front of his body, vibroknife held blade outwards. The hum of adrenaline is in his veins, pulse pounding, slowly building to a tense knot of pain at the base of his skull which will surely become a migraine later.

Two more mercenaries up ahead, just out of sight. He can hear them.

Hunter doesn’t have to think about softening his footfalls. The predator’s stealth comes naturally to him.

In moments he is around the corner and the two men are ten paces ahead, weapons out as they scout the corridor.

They don’t know that death shadows their movements.

In his ear, the com pings. Hunter shakes his head, shutting it off irritably. Not now. Whatever his brothers want, it can wait.

He rolls to his toes, picking up speed. Closes the gap in a sprint.

One shot with his pistol. The laser-burn eats through the first man’s skull. The second turns but Hunter is on him, and the vibroknife tears out his throat before he can cry for help.

Hunter pauses for a moment, surveys his work. That makes four of them he has eliminated now. Four of them who harmed his Omega. Four of them who will never threaten her again.

A high-pitched whine, like tinnitus, sets up in his head. He pulls his helmet off, rubbing his ears, trying to chase away the source of the sound.

His helmet is dropped to the floor, forgotten, as he sets off to find the rest of his quarries.

Tech tilts his datapad towards Wrecker. “I have picked up the bounty hunters’ com channel. They seem concerned that they cannot raise a number of their companions.”

Wrecker looks up from fitting binders to the two mercenaries he has captured. “Hunter won’t waste any time,” he says gruffly.

“He may have deactivated his com, but I can still track his locator beacon,” says Tech. “Leave these two here. We must catch up to Hunter as soon as we can.”

Hunter crouches on the narrow gangway, watching the knot of mercenaries in the hangar below. Five left. Their conversation drifts to him but it is just noise. He can’t make his head understand the words.

It doesn’t matter what they are saying. Hunter will be among them soon, and their words will give way to screams and then they will be dead. He plans to make sure of that.

The migraine closes its vice-like grip on his consciousness and Hunter pulls his bandana off, trying to ease the pressure at his temples. A faint aurora halos his vision, sparkling in the periphery. His back teeth ache.

He creeps along the perforated metal walkway, feeling it sway a little from the suspension cables that keep it aloft. He holsters the pistol, curling the fingers of that hand around the rail instead. His right hand continues to clutch the vibroknife like it is an extension of himself.

Almost directly above them. From here he can drop onto the group, break his fall with one of their bodies, before wreaking his vengeance.

Hunter climbs silently to the railing. Leans over the edge, gravity pulling at his body, braced now on the outside of the walkway.

Ready to drop.

Echo spots the pair of bodies before Omega does. He stops her with a hand on her shoulder and ventures forwards cautiously, already knowing what he will find.

He is surprised to see the half-skull of Hunter’s helmet staring up at him from between the fallen mercenaries. He scoops it up and checks the wiring. The com is undamaged. It has been deliberately disabled.

Behind him he hears Omega.

“Tech, come in. Did you find Wrecker and Hunter?”

She has her bandaged hands pressed to her com, trying to raise her brothers. Echo hurries back to her, Hunter’s helmet in hand. Omega’s eyes go wide as she sees it.

“Is Hunter okay?” she asks in a fearful whisper, reaching out to brush the side of the helmet. The fresh bandages across her palms come away stained red.

“Don’t worry,” mutters Echo, “it’s not his blood.”

There is a moment of confusion before the meaning of his words dawns on Omega. She leans past him to peer down the corridor. Two bounty hunters. Not unconscious. Dead.

“Oh,” she says in a small voice. Then, looking up at him with a determined frown, “We need to find Hunter.”

Wrecker and Tech press tightly to the door-frame, one on either side of the corridor that has brought them to this hangar. Tech’s datapad says this is where Hunter should be, but all they can see are the clustered mercenaries.

Wrecker is the first one to look up. His hands move in a quick signal sequence, drawing Tech’s attention to their brother in his ambush position.

“Hunter,” breathes Tech. And as though it is a command, Hunter drops.

The chaos is immediate. Hunter is amongst the mercenaries, pistol forgotten, knife indiscriminately biting through cloth and armour into flesh. Panicked cries answer his sudden appearance. Blaster fire greets him.

Tech and Wrecker recognise Hunter’s grunt of pain like it is their own. They take a single moment to share a nod, and then they too join the fray.

Wrecker charges in, shoulder down, crashing into a mercenary and knocking him away from Hunter. Tech skirts the edge of the hanger, diving into a roll to evade a stray blaster bolt. He comes up with his pistol ready, gaze flitting over the knot of combatants before choosing his target. He knows this is the quickest way to end this.

Omega’s voice comes over the com but doesn’t answer. He needs all his considerable wits about him if he wants to take down his younger brother.

He steadies his aim.

He fires at Hunter.

Somewhere beyond the roaring in his ears Hunter is dimly aware that he is injured. There is a lingering trace of heat as the laser-burn crawls against his skin, softened from deadly to merely painful by the layer of his armour. It slows him, but he doesn’t let it stop him.

He ducks a wild haymaker meant to knock him to the ground and comes up inside the man’s guard. The mercenary yells as Hunter’s forehead connects with his nose, blood gouting from the broken cartilage, and Hunter winces at the shout pierces his already tender headache.

The migraine is stabbing behind his eyes now, his vision winking in and out in bright flashes. He has to finish this fight soon, or he won’t be able to.

The sudden jolt of a stun blast catches him in the back. He feels the sensation ripple forwards across his chest, electric, followed by numbness. The blast threatens to short out his enhanced senses.

With difficulty he fights the blackness that follows the stun bolt, dragging his awareness back to the fight. Two others still standing. To his surprise, he realises Wrecker is one of them.

Then Hunter feels an attacker leap onto his back. He howls in panic and anger; instinct directs him to dip his body, rolling the assailant over his shoulder. He grabs them and slams them into the floor, a blow designed to stun.

Recognises the helmet. The goggles.

“Tech?” he slurs in confusion.

And, “TECH!” The shout is echoed by Wrecker, scooping up their fallen brother.

The final mercenary takes advantage of the distraction. Two blaster bolts hit into Wrecker’s back, staggering him, and he clutches Tech to his chest protectively. Hunter watches as the bounty hunter retreats, fleeing for the bikes they came in on.

His prey's footsteps are still reverberating at the edge of Hunter’s enhanced hearing when others approach from behind him. He whirls, sees Echo and Omega.

“What happened?” demands Echo, crossing to Hunter. With one hand he pushes Omega behind him, making sure she doesn’t step round and see the Sergeant. Doesn’t see the feral gleam in his eyes, the sharp and dangerous expression of his open-mouthed panting.

“I’ll find him.” Hunter’s voice is a subhuman growl. “I’ll end it.”

Omega paces anxiously, glancing towards the farthest exit to the hanger. Tech is conscious but dazed, propped up against a storage crate as Echo checks his pupils. She worries for Hunter, but she has been told to stay put.

Wrecker finishes restraining the still-living mercenaries and rolls his shoulders, easing out the stiffness of the injuries he sustained. His own blaster is loose in his hands, still set to stun.

The bodies have been hidden to one side, smeared trails of red marking the route they had been pulled. So much for out of sight, out of mind. Omega curls up over her injured hands, rubbing at her wrists through the bandages. The rope burns itch under the healing bacta gel.

“Tech will be fine,” reports Echo, “but one of us should stay with him. Omega?”

“I’m going after Hunter,” she announces, before she can be asked to play medic. She turns and looks at Echo with her mouth set in an unhappy line.

Echo calmly meets her gaze. “Hunter won’t want you to see him like this,” he says softly.

“Hunter needs me.” She is the embodiment of stubbornness. “I know it.”

Wrecker’s big hand touches her shoulder gently.

“I’ll keep her safe, Echo,” he says, voice strained with an ache of worry. He pushes his helmet back down onto his head, the snarling skull hiding the concern in his eyes.

“Let’s go, kid.”

Hunter is exhausted, muscles trembling as he forces them to continue. He has to do this. The image of Omega’s injuries is burned behind his retinas, the scent of her fear cloying. He failed to protect her once. He won’t do so again.

One more mercenary, and the job was done. There would be no-one left to threaten her. And if this group didn’t return, perhaps whoever was hunting them would think twice before sending more agents to kidnap her.

Protect Omega. Blood pounds in his head. Every footstep is a hammer-fall on the anvil of his overwrought senses.

Protect Omega.

A blaster shot hits his right hand. The vibroknife is flung free of his grasp, spinning into the air and embedding in the wall above his head. Hunter startles, the pain in his hand almost enough to stop him from evading the follow-up shot aimed for his heart. He twists at the last moment, the blaster bolt grazing his chest-plate.

Then his feral instincts are back, taking over, shutting down the thoughts that are distracting him and driving him forwards into the fight.

Hunter lunges, closing the distance to his would-be ambusher in a burst of speed that belies his injured state. He doesn’t remember that he has a pistol. Instead he barrels into the man, tackling him to the floor. The two of them roll, fighting for dominance, and Hunter comes out on top. Slugs the man. Pain explodes in his knuckles but he doesn’t stop. Again. And again.

Under the onslaught the mercenary’s face is transforming to a swollen, bloody pulp. He writhes and bucks under Hunter, throwing the sergeant off and scrambling for escape. Hunter leaps after him and they are back to brawling, only it isn’t a brawl. The man is sobbing, arms over his head, trying to shield himself from Hunter’s incoming blows. Pleas dribble with bubbled blood from broken lips. The man weeps for mercy.

Hunter’s onslaught continues. One more mercenary, and the job is done.

Protect Omega. Protect her at all costs.

Omega and Wrecker round the corner and Wrecker pulls them up short. Hunter is locked in combat with the final mercenary, the sickening sound of fist hitting flesh and the crepitus of broken bone reaching them across the otherwise empty room.

Omega recoils, watching the scene with fascinated horror. The brutality makes her sick to her stomach, but she can’t look away.

Hunter’s hair is loose, missing the bandana that usually tames it, and hangs lank and sweaty about his face. Blood streaks his fists and spatters his armour. The air is punctuated by his soft grunts and laboured breath, and the moans and whimpers emanating from the figure that is huddled beneath his fury.

Wrecker lays his hand on Omega’s shoulder, trying to coax her away. “Omega,” he says, and his voice quavers. He crouches in front of her, interposing himself between her and the brutal scene, and pushes his helmet back on his head to lock gazes with her.

“What is he doing?” Omega whispers in horror, brown eyes wide as she searches Wrecker’s face for answers.

Wrecker merely shakes his head. “You should get outta here, kid. Head back to the Marauder, wait for the others.”

He stands and turns away from her, dropping the blaster and moving towards Hunter with his hands held up defensively. It is like he is approaching a wild animal, wary of attack.

“Hunter, stop it. Please, vod. He’s down, he surrendered. This isn’t right.”

If Hunter hears him he gives no sign. His punches keep flying, sluggish but solid. His victim lets out a single broken sob.

Omega’s com chirps.

“Omega, are you alright?” It is Tech, his voice weak-sounding as he recovers from concussion.

“We found Hunter,” she whispers, riveted on Wrecker’s careful advance.

Wrecker nears Hunter and his victim, one hand extended. “It’s me, Hunt,” he says, softening the brash edge of his voice. “Time to stop. Okay, vod?”

Hunter doesn’t hear him. Or ignores him. It is hard to tell.

“Is Wrecker able to handle the situation?” asks Tech.

Omega shakes her head. “No,” she says, voice trembling with determination. “But if Wrecker can’t make Hunter stop, I will.”

“Be careful, Omega,” Tech warns her, and she steels herself for what is to come.

She steps past Wrecker, ducks to evade his grasp as he tries to stop her. On shaky legs she closes the distance. Hunter, her Hunter, is a creature she does not recognise. Ruthless, bloodstained, no glimpse of gentleness or mercy.

Hunter leans back, winding up for a huge hit. Omega darts in front of him, catching hold of his fist, levelling her intense brown-eyed stare into the wildfire of his fury.

Omega positions herself directly in front of the exhausted sergeant. Hunter is on his knees, tattooed face glazed in sweat and blood that almost certainly does not belong to him. His shoulders heave as he gulps in great lungfuls of air.

“Don’t,” she says. A plea. A command. “Please don’t.”

For a moment Hunter’s eyes turn glassy and unfocused, pupils trembling with rapid dilations before he eventually blinks and manages to fix his gaze on the girl before him.

“Omega?” he croaks weakly, and staggers to his feet. He sways a little, then replants his feet and braces a hand against her shoulder to steady himself. “You’re meant to be with Tech.”

Unexpectedly, he retches. Omega takes a startled step back as Hunter heaves bile, his whole body trembling. When he is done he wipes his mouth slickly on the back of his hand, glancing round in confusion.

Wrecker steps forwards, caution still written in his posture. “Hey, Hunter,” he says softly, a greeting to his brother as he returns to his senses.

Hunter sags against Omega, his arms going round her in relief, and she can feel the uncontrolled quaking of his body as adrenaline fatigue truly sets in.

Quickly Wrecker steps in to support him, taking some of his weight from Omega. But Omega wraps her arms tightly round Hunter’s waist, pressing her face against his chest, ignoring the scent of blood and blaster-fire as she feels his trembling hand run through her hair.

“I forgive you, Hunter,” she whispers, fingers digging into the cracks of his armour as they both cling to each other with equal ferocity. “I forgive you.”

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