#the thigh harness though......alright sir

[cosmicdreamgrl]

dancing with the devil 🔥for @rjshope [ cr : namuspromised ]

[hypnoneghoul]

my brain has thoughts, sir hyp

t4t mountaindew where dew kinda had a long day and he goes to mountain cus he wants his brains fucked out so mountain ties him up with vines and does exactly that

this is definitely not what you wanted from me but i had soft thoughts and here we are i apologize (divider by @ghuleh-recs!!!)

Dewdrop’s been sulking around unfocused and on edge the entire day, avoiding everyone as to not treat them…like shit, basically.

That’s exactly what he feels like and he needs to just stop thinking, but he’s physically unable to relax. On his own, at least, but he is not going to bother anyone, at least not before he gathers himself up enough to not snap at them for no reason at all.

That’s a plan, he thinks, staring at the toes of his boots as he shuffles back to the den to hole himself up in his room. He doesn’t see nor hear someone else walking the same corridor in an opposite direction until he bumps right into them, stabbing them with his little horns right in the chest.

“Ah–shit, sorry!” he whines, recoiling and looking up at the earth ghoul he walked straight into. Mountain’s brows are furrowed with worry but not for himself—Dewdrop’s horns are dull enough to not have done any damage.

“Are you alright, fire lily?” he asks, reaching a hand out, but hovering it over the other’s shoulder, not sure if he’s up to being touched at the moment.

“Yeah, just…” he takes a deep breath and straightens up—the fact that he was slumped over and not ramrod straight as usual is concerning in itself—to push into Mountain’s hand, “long day.”

The earth ghoul pulls him into his chest, wrapping those strong arms all around his small frame and caging him in safely. Dewdrop melts at the spot.

“I’ve got you,” Mountain mumbles. “Do you need a nap or–”

“Can you fuck my brains out instead?” the soft voice in which he says it makes it feel borderline comical.

The other chuckles, “Sure. Hop up.”

Dewdrop needs no further encouragement to bounce up, wrap his legs around Mountain’s waist and shove his face into his neck. The earth ghoul doesn’t turn on his heel to head down to the den where their rooms are, though, instead heading outside and in the direction of his greenhouse, the one where he has a nest set up.

He sets Dewdrop in it once they’re inside and he pulls back—despite the fire ghoul’s quiet whine let out at that. “I’ll get my strap, fire lily, you can undress.”

He grumbles but obliges as Mountain turns to a chest of drawers in the corner. Before Dewdrop knows it, the earth ghoul is back before him with a harness settled on his hips and a thick and long pretty green-marble dildo between his legs. If only Dewdrop had more energy in him, he’d lounge forward, dig his hands into Mountain’s love handles and nuzzle against the fake cock like a cat.

Why? He doesn’t really know, but he really loves when the earth ghoul puts that thing on.

“What do you need, love?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know. They’ve been acting on that exact same scenario tens of times before; every time it’s one thing that Dewdrop needs.

“You can use the vines, make me helpless, but…” that part is easy, it’s the rest that never wants to crawl out of his throat, “love me?”

“Always, fire lily,” Mountain smiles. “I love you so much.”

It’s a blur after that. The ground below them rumbles slightly and all the plants around them start to rustle and creak as if wind has picked up. Except it didn’t and Dewdrop is well aware by now that it’s Mountain's power bringing them all to life for him. Thick vines come slithering up to him out of nowhere, wrapping gently around various parts of his body; wrists, ankles, waist. Soon enough he ends up suspended in a sprawled out position in the earth ghoul’s nest, arms spread and legs bent just enough for Mountain to fit in between.

He slicks up the dildo and pushes in and in until it’s snug in Dewdrop’s warm cunt, until the straps of the harness are digging into the back of the fire ghoul’s thighs. He doesn’t fuck him fast, but he fucks him hard and deep; every thrust still filled with affection.

Dewdrop’s brain effectively leaks out of his ears as Mountain fucks him and spills out completely as he cums, leaving him a limp, half-conscious mess of a ghoul. The other scoops him up and presses him to his chest with all his might, so hard both of them can hardly breathe, but it’s what Dewdrop needs.

He needs grounding, security; he needs to feel that he’s someone’s.

Mountain knows it all too well by now.

“You’re mine, fire lily, I’ve got you,” he mumbles into the already-sleeping ghoul’s hair. “I love you so much.”

[wri0thesley]

Nat, what are your headcanons for what kinks the JJK boys might be into? You choose which ones!!! (but it would be nice if you included sukuna ok bye��👈)

anon you do not know what you are unleashing

warnings: mentions of dom/sub relationships, sensory deprivation, gags, blindfolds, pet play, spanking, jealousy, marking, pegging, breeding, bondage, humiliation, toys, dacryphilia, dumbification, corruption kink, predator/prey, unhealthy dynamics, somnophilia, guns, knives, needleplay, medical play. there’s a lot here. 

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo is one of those men who will try anything once, just to both say he has tried it and to see if he likes it. He hasn’t found something he hasn’t good at yet, and he sure as hell isn’t about to start with sex. He’s mostly a top; one of his absolute favourite things to do with you is to remind you of his strength. How powerful he is - he likes taking you against walls, holding you up with nothing but his own arms. He likes reminding you of what power he has over you. Big fan of you on your knees, looking up at him, pawing at him for attention. He likes overstimulating his partner until they don’t think they can come any more, and then they do. He also loves getting you to come without touching you; just seeing how utterly whipped you are for him. He also really likes sensory deprivation; gagging you, blindfolding you, tying your wrists together so you can’t touch him and all you can do is feel his hands sliding all over you. Has a bit of a kink for you dressing up cute; put on some cat ears, some frilly lingerie or a maid costume and he’ll be ripping it off of you in moments. If you’re smaller than him, he’s got a size kink - interlacing your hands with yours and smirking about how small they are, how small they’d look wrapped around his cock. He’s also a big fan of marking; he has a jealous, possessive streak. He hates thinking of other people touching you - hates it when you come home and other people’s cursed energy clings to you, and wants to ensure that it’s covered only with his. You can get him to sub for you, but he’ll be topping from the bottom, a bratty, cocky little monster as you peg him and he taunts you with ‘come on, you can go harder!’. 

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami’s kink is making you feel good.

Oh, he’s a top alright - he’s one of those stern, caring dominants who loves heaping praise on you when you’re good, and punishes you as if it’s your own fault, acting as though he’s sorry to have to do it as he spanks you even though his cock is hard and straining by your cheek. He mostly likes your obedience; likes you to cockwarm him if he asks, with any of your holes - likes it if you run to do whatever he says. He loves tieing you up with his tie - he also loves shibari, though he clicks his tongue and admonishes you when you squirm. He’ll take you out with a rope harness under your clothes to a fancy restaurant and his eyes will darken as you squirm and the ropes press against your most sensitive areas. If you want him to be a mean dom, though, he’ll gladly provide - just expect to be absolutely smothered with gentle aftercare afterwards. 

He’s got a bit of a hard-on for the idea of you being cute and domestic at home, waiting for him - wearing a frilly apron and nothing else, asking him how his day was, wearing a pretty night set and letting him slip inside of you while you’re half-asleep. He has a big breeding kink; he just wants you to know that you’re his, and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Perhaps has a little bit of a thing for public sex, though he’d deny it if asked - still, on a train, he always presses himself very close to you so you feel the hardness in his crotch and one of his arms wraps around you, big hands dangerously close to your more intimate areas. 

Also, call him ‘Sir’. Secretly very into the power dynamic of you being helpless for him; try a sexy secretary roleplay with him and he may or may not absolutely lose it. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto can be nice, or can be mean - it depends entirely on what he thinks you deserve. If the two of you are on even footing, he’s a fairly traditional man. He likes you in fancy, elegant lingerie - he likes you with his cock in your mouth, deep-throating as far as it can go. He likes you in short skirts and no underwear, likes to watch his come trickle out of you when he’s fucked it as deep in you as he can go, likes to make you scream and moan out his name.

If he thinks you’re lower than him, or less than him, though--

That’s when he starts being mean. Orgasm control, a collar around your neck, a leash that digs into your soft skin when he makes you walk behind him like a dog. Degradation (and he’s very good at that); name-calling, leaving toys buzzing inside you and telling you you’re not allowed to come, gagging you - coming inside you and plugging you up so you don’t waste a drop, because you should feel lucky to get to have any of him inside of you. Very much likes using toys on you.

Spanking, pulling your hair, choking you. Fucking you silly. Dumbification, so all you can think about is him (it’s not like you had much in your pretty little brain to begin with, is it?). If Geto is going to be mean to you, Geto is going to be mean, and you are going to love every second of it. 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji has a huge corruption kink. Taking someone innocent and wide-eyed and cute and just absolutely ruining them? Nothing gets him harder faster. He’s another with a size and a strength kink, too - no matter what size you are or how tall you are, he will push you around easily and you will have the breath knocked out of you because of how he hasn’t even broken a sweat.

Predator/Prey kink. Let him take you on a picnic and tell you to run; he loves the thrill of chasing you, of hunting you down - and probably, let’s be honest, eventually rutting into you like an animal with a hand pressed down over your mouth so you don’t alert any passers-by to the fact you are currently being fucked between the trees. 

Likes ruining you. Pulling your hair, making your makeup run, making you drool and slur your words because of how fucked out you are. Ripping your clothes. His favourite place to come is always inside you, but he also likes seeing his come spread all over your chest, your face, your thighs. Likes petplay, too - only instead of being in it for the cute ears and tail, he’s in it to have you on all fours whimpering like a bitch in heat. Will spank you, and you will say ‘thank you’. 

- ♡ -

♡ What isn’t Sukuna into, is more of the question here. Don’t even think for a second he’ll do anything like ‘sub’ for you - what he requests from his ‘partner’ (though it’s not really an equal partnership) is nothing less than total control. Everything you do will now be managed by him; he’ll decide what you wear (nothing), when you’re allowed out (never, you’re his now), and everything - down to how many breaths you should be taking in a minute. Will occasionally trip you up on his rules because he absolutely loves punishing you - spankings just seem to hit different when he has four arms to do them with. 

Sukuna will accept nothing less than total power exchange. You belong to him now; and that means he can do anything he wants to you. Definitely into you being fucked silly, over-stimulated - size kink, belly bulges, the whole nine yards. He does have two dicks, and you can and will take them both at the same time. If he says ‘jump’, you don’t ask ‘how high?’ - you just do it. 

On your knees before him at all times. Always ready to serve him, whenever he wants, never mind if people are looking at you - he gets a thrill out of people eyeing you up because he knows only he gets to touch you. Yes to cockwarming. Yes to degradation. Yes to being his human pet. Yes to fearplay - seeing the worry in your eyes is enough to have him wanting to fuck you right there and then. Yes to somnophilia, being touched whenever he wants to touch you, calling him ‘Master’. Yes to a chastity belt. Yes to you being humiliated, degraded, spanked, bitten, branded, spat on, choked, fucked until you can’t remember what it’s like not having one of Sukuna’s cocks inside of you--

Another one with a corruption kink, though his is a little more . . . sacrilegious than most. He is your God, now, and you’ll treat him as such - and that means serving him without hesitation. Knowing that you’re lucky to get a whit of his attention. 

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito will sub and dom you with equal pleasure; he’s bouncing with curiousity to try absolutely everything that human sexual intercourse has to offer, and you’re his helpful little guide to that. He’s going to explore some of the weirder kinks with you, but his favourites always seem to come back to those uniquely human ones - there’s something, for instance, about medical play that gets him excited. All of those interesting new clinical words, getting a chance to study your body up close and personal, watching how you move and squirm and twitch with equal precision! 

He’s a curse, and a curse born specifically of human hatred - he’ll let himself be degraded, and absolutely love it, but he’ll give back to you twice as hard and he’ll think it’s cute if it makes you cry. 

You’re his favourite toy, so he’s not going to fuck with your soul - but that doesn’t mean he won’t fuck with you in other, permanent ways. Mahito’s very interesting in exploring scarring and branding with you; very interested in kinks that other people might worry are dangerous. Wax play? Yes, he’ll try it, but don’t be surprised if you get hurt! Needleplay? Ooh, he’s itching to see how you’ll respond to it - and don’t worry, he’ll let you do it to him too!

Big exhibitionism kink - for you, that is. He’s had to accept not many people can see him, but the idea of someone stumbling across you in public half-naked and watching your hole be pumped by an invisible cock? Very fun! Very good! Mahito’ll try knife play, gunplay, fearplay - with him, you never know if you’re about to meet your expiry date, because he’s always smiling and laughing even when he’s deadly serious--

Oh, and being able to change his body at will? He definitely wants to explore that. Being able to make his own limbs into knives and guns and tentacles, give himself a dick that gets bigger and stretches you out more as he fucks you - there’s no way he’s not going to use that. He gets very interested in all of that human pornography (there’s so much of it) - and Mahito wants to watch it with you, and explore the things they do in those films with you - for your own good, I suggest keeping him away from hentai. 

-  ♡ -

[bonny-kookoo]

Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl  || Strong Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.

[hope-to-hell]

Unsaid, Undone. August Walker x Erika Sloane. Smut, oral, pegging. Theirs is a dance upon the razor’s edge.

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If it’s too much for you—

Keep. Going. August’s cock hangs heavy between his legs and when Erika crooks her fingers she can feel the shiver that runs through him from ass to cock and spiraling outward along his nerves. She doesn’t ask if he’s alright, but she does wait until August is trying so hard not to push back, and then half a beat more to watch the way his muscles shift beneath sweat-slick skin.

You need to learn some patience.

Fuck— fuck your patience. Under the drag of nitrile gloves Erika’s nails are blunted, leaving red streaks down August’s flank; maybe he’ll bruise and maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll stand in the shower with wet curls sticking to his face and use his own hands to press the marks in deep. Maybe— Christ. I’m ready.

You’re ready when I say you are. Or have you forgotten? That’s the voice that sends shivers down August’s spine, the one that makes him bite his tongue to keep from calling her Sir. But she hears it anyway in the way his breath hitches. She sees it in the curve of his spine and the bunching muscles of his thighs, and the way he grips at the sheets. None of this is punishment. None of this is coerced. You are here because you want to be. I am going to fuck you because you want me to.

Erika drags her fingers over the curve of August’s ass, leaving a slick trail in her wake, marking him, tracing over muscle that twitches at her touch.

Didn’t take you for a tease.

Learn some patience. Half the pleasure is in the anticipation. But Erika is merciful; she settles back on her heels to adjust her strap. The harness is butter-soft, carrying the feel of August working a soft cloth over the leather, whispering over Erika’s skin with the memory of August holding the harness in his hands, brow lifted in challenge.

Their gifts to one another are not diamonds or whiskey, not roses, not even knives and blood. They give, instead, little pearls of self without even knowing, moments and gestures, bits of softness that each believed had been excised. Erika keeps her hand on August’s side as she pushes inside him, and he answers with a soft sharp inhale. Cold.

It’s not the coldness that makes him bite back a gasp, though he loves the impersonal chill of silicone before it pulls the warmth from his blood. It’s not the fullness, though it satisfies in a way that nothing else can. It’s the feeling of being peeled open, of being dragged into the light and exposed. August forces his breath to slow, though when Erika is finally seated to the hilt she takes the shivers and bitten-back sounds through her skin and lets them radiate through her body.

Their only honest moments are these, when they move together without speaking. Like this, Erika digs and digs until she touches, for an instant, August’s burning core. She reaches beneath schemes and lies and identity after identity, beneath bravado, beneath the mustache that hides just how sharp his teeth are. She finds August himself, and he is just a man. He is bitter and vile and he is hiding something, but he is and was and will be merely human.

Move.

Mmm, is that how you ask? The twitch of Erika’s hips is a tease; she is learning how deeply she can bury herself in him. How deeply she can bury him. Show me how you get what you need. She peels her gloves away so she can write her name in livid curves and angles over August’s spine. It’s what he wants and needs and his control is slipping. Erika waits with the patience of glaciers, shifting her hips just a little, waiting for the moment when August cracks. He fights a war within himself, pride against need, until he can no longer do anything but ask.

Please.

Please what?

Please move. Sir. And there it is. Erika digs her fingers into August’s hips and sets a fearsome pace; the tease is over and she will undo him completely. Every glimpse into his writhing core, every late night when coffee appears at Erika’s elbow when she wakes at her desk, every fleck of blood nearly hidden in the folds of August’s rolled sleeves: it all comes to a head in this moment.

August drops to his elbows and the angle sends sensation through him like fire; he is consumed by it, panting, taken at last out of his head. And when Erika takes hold of him, he falls to pieces. This is a moment worth more than gold or jewels or damning secrets; this is August at his most human. When Erika withdraws it is with care if not with kindness; she spares a moment to admire the way August shivers and twitches before regaining his composure.

You know what’s next. Be good for me. It’s a gamble at this stage; August is more pliable when he comes but he is also proud. He could eat at her until her mind fractures, or he could snarl and balk at the order though his mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. Erika sits on her heels and waits. The gamble pays off; August frees her from the harness with scarred hands that are steadier than they ought to be with pleasure still firing through his veins. He lays her down and spreads her thighs.

August’s mouth is good for many things: biting, lying, whispering secrets into burner phones. It’s good for smiles that are sharp with far too many teeth, for the last sip of coffee with the drag of cream across his tongue. And it is good for giving pleasure. He is soaked to the eyes, breathing in Erika’s scent, burning the taste of her into his memory. He finds the twists and coils of tongue and lips that make her gasp; he is dogged, unmerciful. He does not stop for the ache in his jaw or the tremble of Erika’s thighs when she comes. He takes and takes and takes and takes.

And when at last they lie spent and sweating on the sheets, Erika speaks. You’ve got an early flight tomorrow. Paris is waiting. She doesn’t turn, doesn’t look, and so she misses the briefest clench of August’s jaw. She doesn’t see the way he pauses at the door before returning to the world.

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

I spent more time on this than I thought I would :/ (I had to add a little visual to this but the amount of hentai I had to scroll past to find that pic-)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: fem!dom!reader, sub!Hongseok, roleplay (teacher/student), use of toys (strap-on), public sex (kinda???), oral (f recieving on strap), hands free orgasm, crossdressing

Extra Credit

An exhausted groan left your lips as you finally finished grading the last essay on your desk, throwing your head back as you massaged the back of it. You had been hunched over your desk for the past 30 minutes, grading your students essays they were told to turn in that day. Sometimes you truly wondered why you decided to teach high school literature when literally no one cared about it. The upcoming exams only seemed to make matters worse, leaving students too tired from hours of studying the night before to comprehend the information you were giving them.

     You jumped when you heard a knock on the back door of your classroom, almost making you fall out of your chair. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to think of reasons anyone would be at your door at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. You cautiously crept towards the door, only slightly pulling back the curtain you had put over the window to see who was outside. A sigh of relief escaped you as you saw your boyfriend on the other side of the glass, though you couldn't tell what he was wearing under his large black coat. Hongseok spun around when he heard you open the door, a bright smile lighting up his face. 

     "What are you doing here? I was just about to start heading home." You asked, letting him step into the classroom.

     "What, I'm not allowed to visit the love of my life every once and awhile?" You raised your eyebrow at the pout on his face when he turned to you. You looked him up and down, trying to spot anything that would indicate an actual reason he was here. He simply giggled at your stare, walking over to you and resting his arms over your shoulders. "I just missed you." The slight whine in his voice made you chuckle and lightly push him away.

     "You couldn't wait fifteen minutes for me to get home?" He whined as you turned around to move back to your desk, starting to pack up a few of your things. 

     "I could've waited, but I wanted to try something." Intrigued, you turned to him. A wide smirk settled on his face as you eyed the bag he had set down on one of the desks. "Close your eyes." You huffed as you leaned back against your desk, half sitting on it as you closed your eyes. You only heard his excited giggles and the unzipping of his coat, increasing your curiosity. After a few more seconds of clothes ruffling he finally told you to open your eyes. The sight in front of you made your breath hitch in your throat.

     Hongseok stood in front of you wearing a skimpy schoolgirl outfit. The top cut off a little less than halfway down his torso, showing off his chiseled stomach. The high waisted skirt he wore cut off halfway down his thighs, showing off a little bit of his thigh since he was wearing thigh highs. The socks were all white except for two stripes of navy blue at the top that matched the skirt. He gave a little twirl as you eyed him, almost making you drool as the skirt lifted up just enough to reveal the white cotton panties he was wearing to complete the "innocent" schoolgirl look. 

     "Soooo, what do you think?" He asked, looked up at you hopefully, the silence slightly scaring him. 

     "Fuck baby." Was all you managed to get out as you walked toward him, letting your hands rest on his waist as you continued to ogle over his outfit. "When did you get this?"

     "Yesterday. I was gonna bring it up when it got here but I thought it'd be better if we did it here." He said, gesturing to the classroom you were in. You hummed in response, your hands trailing up and down his sides.

    "I like the way you think." Hongseok whimpered when your hands landed on his hips again, squeezing harshly. "If I had my strap-on with me I'd bend you over my desk and pound you as hard as I could." He shivered at your words before reaching in the plastic bag he had brought with him, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he let said object hang from his fingers by the harness. You didn't have time to react before he pulled the toy between both of you, fingers loosely wrapped around it as he slowly pumped it.

     "Y'know, sir, the finals are coming up next week but I don't think I'm gonna be able to pass." He said, faking a pout while he ran his index finger up the vein on the underside of the silicone cock in his hands. "Is there anything I could do for some extra credit maybe," your breath hitched in your throat when he looked at you through his eyelashes, slowly bringing the tip of the toy up to his lips to lightly kiss it, "anything at all?"

     A light gasp flew past his lips when you pressed your lips to his in a rough kiss. He immediately melted into you, his knees almost giving out from under him had he not been leaning against a desk. You grabbed the toy from his hand, leaving a few love bites up his neck before growling in his ear.

     "On your knees, in front of my chair, now." He whimpered at your tone, nodding with a quiet "yes sir" as he stumbled over to your desk. You quickly removed your pants, tossing them to your desk and adjusting the silicone toy around your hips. Hongseok hungrily looked up at you as you sat down, eyes practically dripping with lust. He let out a quiet grunt when you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer so the tip of the strap entered his mouth. "Alright baby, show me how badly you need to pass this test."

     Hongseok's hands flew up to your thighs, using them to steady himself as he started taking more of the toy into his mouth. He took as much as he could into his mouth, using his hand to pump what he couldn't fit. He let out a moan around the fake cock everytime he went back down, his eyes closed in bliss. His eyes suddenly snapped open when you grabbed his hair, pulling him a little closer to you.

     "C'mon baby boy, you can take more than that." He whimpered quietly around the toy, trying to push himself down farther and making him whine. His small noises were cut off with a gag when you snapped your hips forward, making his nose touch your pelvis. "Guess I have to do everything myself, don't I." 

     He wasn't given a chance to react before you started fucking his throat. A gag was heard every time his lips reached the base, tears slowly collecting in his eyes. You looked down at him and noticed his hips rutting forward into nothing, desperate for any sort of friction. You scoffed.

     "Is my little slut getting off on this? You enjoy being roughed up and used?" His loud moan was cut off by another gag as his eyes rolled back in his head, nodding as best he could. You smirked down at him, pulling his head almost all the way off the dildo before harshly thrusting forward again. His eyes rolled back in his head as you kept him there, the tip of your cock resting against the back of his throat. You could hear his rapid breathing through his nose as he continued to rut into nothing, drool spilling out the side of his mouth. 

     You started thrusting again, using shallow thrusts that would always hit the back of his throat. Not long after, his breathing started to become more like high pitched whimpers before he let out one last muffled cry, his eyes rolling back and his arms going limp. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down, a smirk settling on your features when you saw the dark patch over the front of his skirt. You lovingly combed your fingers through his hair as you pulled the toy out, biting your lip at the sight of his red, puffy lips that are slick with drool.

     "Aw, did my baby enjoy himself?" He answered with a hum as he nuzzled his cheek into your thigh, pressing a quick kiss to the exposed skin as he closed his eyes. You lightly pat his head, motioning for him to get off of you as you stood up. He let out a whine as you started to put on your pants and pack up your things. You chuckled as he pouted on the floor. "Get up babyboy, we're going home."

     "But I wanted to make you cum." He whined, reluctantly getting up from his place on the floor. You gave him a quick kiss on the nose.

     "And while I would love that, the janitor should be here in about 5 minutes to clean out the classroom and I don't really wanna be fired." He let out a quiet huff but grabbed his coat to cover himself up from wandering eyes. You chuckled as you both headed for the back door, grabbing his waist to stop him for a second. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to absolutely wreck you when we get home." A shiver went down his spine before he jolted in his spot when you landed a harsh slap to his ass.

     "Hmmm. Maybe I should come visit you at work more often."

[thembohux]

5, 14, 10 E for Pryde? If you’re still taking requests?

Hello, my friend! Sorry this took so long but I was absolutely thrilled to write this request. These prompts went so well together and with Pryde ❤️

E5, 10 and 14 (extreme bondage, orgasm denial, safe word use) from this prompt list

18+, Minors DNI

Warnings for: semi-public sex, fingering, PIV sex, orgasm delay/denial, dom/sub dynamics, oral (f receiving), bondage, overstimulation, use of safe words, implied age difference (both are adults), allusions to sex work. Let me know if I missed anything!

Perfect behavior was what he expected on dates. Dr. Pryde wanted her focused on whatever he took her to see and this weekend, it was opera. Their nearest opera house was showing Carmen, a production Enric hadn’t brought Lita to see yet. They had discussed the composer beforehand at dinner.

Once they had gotten into his car, Enric continued his little educational lecture on Georges Bizet and the ballet based off Bizet’s opera. Lita intently listened, enjoying all he had to say on the topic.

He always had a box reserved for them at the opera house. It allowed them privacy and, though it didn’t happen often, an area free from any possible gossip about the nature of their relationship. The privacy, however, was what they really wanted. Lita couldn’t count how many times they had gone on a date and Pryde’s hand had found its way up her skirt. But he always expected her to pay close attention to the productions they saw and sit still, even on the rare occasions he leaned closer and whispered in her ear what a good girl she was being for him. No whines, moans or soft utterances of “please” would get her more. It was the impeccable, quiet behavior that got her what she wanted.

Not soon after the show began, one of his hands ran along her thigh, pushing her skirt up to give himself better access. He stopped at her inner thigh for a moment and Lita gave him a subtle nod before he continued. Pryde felt the wet patch on her panties, smirking slightly.

She was enjoying the production, she knew the premise of the opera but couldn’t understand what was being said on account of it being in French. But the feeling of Enric’s fingers ghosting along her clit gave her a little more incentive to pay attention. His teasing always had such excellent rewards. Lita kept her eyes on the stage below them and Enric, pleased with this behavior, pushed her panties to the side and slowly eased a finger into her needy cunt. He kept it still for a moment before starting to move at a painfully slow pace. Lita still kept her focus, even when her eyes rolled back as Enric curled his finger forward and eased another in. His thumb rubbed along her clit and Lita’s vision started to blur slightly as her cunt clenched around him. She was so close, just a little more…

Intermission. And Enric withdrew his fingers as the lights came up.

Fuck!

Lita watched as Enric left the box, not telling where he was going. She did, however, notice him slide the two fingers covered in her slick into his mouth before he was out of her line of sight.

It would give her a terrible attitude if he continued with his teasing. They both knew this. Maybe that’s what he wanted.

After intermission, he did the same as before. The slow, teasing strokes of his fingers that kept Lita on the edge of an orgasm until pulling away. It was getting harder and harder to focus properly on the opera and to not make any sounds.

Two times he denied her. Twice! And he was so smug about it, too. They barely spoke on the way to the car, Lita pouting a little as she slid into the backseat of the car, Enric following and letting the chauffeur know it was time to leave.

Lita was silent, sending a text to Kylo and Armitage to let them know she was alright and she would see them in the morning. The only sound in the car besides the low rumble of the engine was of her nails tapping against the screen.

“Lita, my dear, would you like to discuss what we just watched?”

“No, not particularly. Besides, it got a little hard to focus with all of the teasing.”

Pryde’s jaw tensed. If she wanted to be a brat, fine, he could handle that type of behavior.

Once they were back at his estate, Pryde took Lita up to his bedroom, nearly slamming the door behind him before turning Lita to face him.

“Get undressed and on the bed.”

Lita began unzipping her dress, letting the dark red material fall to the floor before stepping out of it and reaching down to pull her heels off.

“Those stay on. Sit up by the headboard,” Enric ordered, coming back over with a set of cuffs and rope. He set to work, creating a makeshift harness of sorts around her torso, pulling right in some spots and making the rope bite into her skin. When he was done, he cuffed Lita’s hands behind her back and fastened the connector to the harness. “Kneel facing the wall, pet.”

Lita shifted to be up on her knees and knelt down in front of the headboard.

“Now, I denied you twice?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then perhaps I’ll make up for it by giving you at least two orgasms to make up for it.”

Lita’s mouth went dry. At least? One would do just fine at this point!

A man of his word though, Enric pulled three orgasms from Lita, using only his fingers and tongue. Her legs were shaking and tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks, dragging eyeliner and mascara with them and staining Lita’s face.

“One more, pet, how does that sound?”

Lita nodded as Enric slid himself out from beneath her and, with some adjustments, knelt behind her, hard cock pressed against her. She shuddered and let out a soft moan as Enric pushed inside her, head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. His thrusts were hard, but measured and calculated. It was getting to be too much. Lita’s entire body jolted when his fingers found her clit.

“Bizet!” That had been their safe word. He always chose one that related to their date.

Pryde’s hips stilled and his hands went to start unfastening the cuffs.

“You’d like to stop?”

Lita nodded and he pulled out, allowing himself to release the rope more easily. She let out a shaky breath once the rope was off and she had relaxed a little. Enric sat beside her, pressing a kiss to her hairline, then her temple before Lita leaned her head against his chest.

“Well, it looks like we’ve found one of my limits,” she said, breaking the silence. “And thank you for respecting that.”

There was more to it than the monetary transaction with their relationship. There was the basis of mutual respect, even if it did seem as though Pryde was completely in control and everything was on his terms.

“We can have another go in the morning but for now, I’d like a shower.”

“You shouldn’t stand with how much your legs are shaking. Take a bath. I’ll let the housekeeper know.”

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[iknowthekoolaidflavor]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Daveed x Reader 

Prompt: Daveed comes home after another night from White Noise to find the reader laying across the bed, smiling at him. He��s exhausted and there’s a kink in his lower back that he has yet to deal with. He needs a stress relief and an opportunity has presented itself in the best way possible. 

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Because we all want to be Daveed’s stress relief.

Daveed stepped off the train, making his way to his apartment. Staring in White Noise has been a dream come true, but the toll it was beginning to take on him was unexpected. To play this role for six nights a week could be taxing, which is why he always looks forward to Mondays. He was a little tired and there was a kink starting to form in his lower back that he hadn’t realized until now. 

He needed a shower, food, and sleep. He wanted to hold you in his arms as he dozed off for the night. You always seemed to make things better.

There was a soft smile on his face as he approached the door. Daveed figured you might be asleep by now so he tried to stay as quiet as possible. To his surprise, he heard the familiar sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floors. You made your way to the bedroom, making sure he could hear your every move.

He walked right into the bedroom. As soon as his eyes landed on you, a salacious grin spreads across his face. You were sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed. The only clothing on  your body were your thigh highs, heels, and his jacket he wore for Hobbs & Me. 

“Hey baby”, you cooed as you got off the bed, “How was your day?”

He remained silent as he took you in. You were now standing behind him, running your finger over his shoulder blades.

“Fine”, he choked out

“Just fine? Is everything alright?”

He thought for a moment, wondering if he should tell you what was bothering him. That was until you wrapped your arms around him. He could feel you resting your head on his back. You squeezed him tighter, wanting to let him know that it was okay to talk about it.

“I think the show is taking a bigger toll on me than I expected. With Hamilton, I jumped off of tables, danced, and sang every night. This feels different though. What I do for White Noise isn’t the same, but I still feel like I’m in pain”

“What kind of pain?”, you asked as you led him to the bed

“I feel a kink in my lower back that wasn’t there before. I’ve been holding a lot of tension there I think”

“Take off your clothes”

Daveed knew what would happen next. This wasn’t the first time you rubbed a kink out for him. Sometimes it led to something more. Sometimes it didn’t. Either way, he always ended up having a peaceful sleep with you at his side. 

He does as he is told and lays on his stomach in the middle of the bed. You grab the oil and climb on top. You were straddling his thighs as you kneaded the muscles of his lower back. He groaned as the pain slowly started to fade away. 

“Fuck”, he sighed, “I think I’m good now”

“You sure?”

You made room for him so he could get on his back. You could feel his cock pressed into your inner thigh. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, grinning as he pushed the jacket open more.

“I will be in a moment”

Before you could ask, you were on your back and his face was inches from yours. His back felt better, but the anguish he felt was still there. He needed something to get his mind on anything else and there you were, right underneath him. 

“What’s your safeword?”, he asked as he kissed your neck

“Traffic lights”

“Traffic lights, what?”

“Sir”

“Good girl”, he hummed

You tried to push yourself against him only to feel you hips get pushed back into the mattress. 

“You’re not ready for that yet”

When he returned to the bed, he cuffed both wrists to the headboard. He watched in amusement as you squirmed a little. Every time you did, it exposed your breasts to him a little more. He pushed the jacket apart, rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

“Was this your plan? You wanted me to see in my jacket and fuck you senseless?”

You took too long to respond, so he pinched them both. He smirked as you moaned, attempting to squeeze your thighs together. 

“Yes sir”

Daveed returned to kissing down your neck. He took his time kissing down your stomach, until he reached your pussy. Before he got home, you spent a lot of time with your hand between your thighs. You brought yourself to the edge several times before deciding to stop. 

“You didn’t want to take the jacket off?”, you asked

“Why? You wanted to put it on didn’t you? Now I’m going to fuck you in it”

He rubbed his cock against your clit, pulling you into a soft kiss. He kissed and nipped his way down your stomach until he reached your pussy. He pushed your legs apart, grinning at how eager you were for him to fuck you.

Daveed took his sweet time allowing his fingers to sink into your pussy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure you stayed anchored down to the bed. Before you knew it, he had his lips wrapped around your clit. The gentle sucking was enough to quell you for now. As he looked up, he pressed his hardening cock into the mattress. All he could see was his jacket falling completely open, revealing your breasts for all to see.

He groaned as he sucked harder. He slipped another finger into you. 

“Daveed”, you groaned, squeezing your legs tighter around him

“You’re so fucking wet, (Y/N/N)”, he smirked, “What were you doing before I got here?”

All you could feel was his fingers rubbing your g-spot as his thumb slowly stroked your clit. He pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy.

A whimper slipped past your lips as you squeezed your thighs together.

“I asked you a question”

You sighed as he pushed your legs open. When you failed to respond, he slapped it twice.

“Do I need to get the riding crop. I know you love it”, he responded sarcastically

“No”, you groaned, “Please”

“Then answer me”

“I used my vibrator”

He paused at your answer. All he could do was smirk. He gave the vibrator in question to you not too long ago. He’s always wanted to see you use it. That would be for another day. For now his only thought was fucking you into the mattress.

Daveed’s fingers slipped into your pussy again and his lips returned to your clit. The second you moved your hips to get more attention, he pushed your back down on the bed. 

You saw his devious smirk as he sucked as hard as he could, pressing his fingers into your g-spot. You opened your mouth, yet nothing came out. Your heels pressed into the mattress. When you finally came, you released with a scream. A voice that was barely your own. 

Your body melted into the mattress as you tried to catch your breath. 

Daveed licked his fingers clean before giving you a kiss.

His cock rubbed against your clit again as he pressed his body against yours.

“Fuck”, you moaned

“Isn’t this what you wanted baby?”

You would have wrapped your arms around him if it wasn’t for the handcuffs. He was close to you, but not close enough. 

“Please”

“Please what? What is it?”

“Fuck me”

“You know what you need to say”

He kissed you, gripping your hips again. He groaned as he thrusted his cock against you even harder. Your sensitive bundle of nerves could only take so much.

“Daddy, please”, you moaned, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear

He softly bites your neck, still thrusting against you until your next orgasm leaves you as breathless as the one before. 

“I’ll give you what you want. Just one more thing”

When you began to whimper, he slapped your thigh.

“What was that?”

“Nothing”

He sighed as he pressed his lips against yours. You had a feeling he was going to take his time with you. As much as you hated waiting, you knew by the end of the night both of you would be beyond satisfied. 

Daveed moved away from you. When he returned, he placed another one of your toys on the bed. It was the dildo you usually attached to your harness when Daveed wanted you to fuck him. He worked his way up to that one. It a little thicker than he was, but shorter. Whenever you used it, it was only a matter of time before he cumming, a complete mess on the mattress.

He smirked as you blushed looking at the toy. You had no reason to feel shy. He slowly slides the toy into your pussy. He allowed an inch to slip in, then asked if you were alright before it in further. The stretch wasn’t unbearable, but you still needed a second to get used to it. 

“Are you alright?”, he questioned

“Yes”, you smiled, “It feels good”

He pushed your knees up to your chest and spread them. You didn’t get why he loved the dildo so much until he started fucking you with it. It stretched you the further he pushed it in. Daveed couldn’t help but smirk as he watched you struggle to keep your body in one spot. He softly rubbed your inner thighs, a huge contrast to the rough pace he set.

Your moans filled the room as he rubbed himself through his boxers. He squeezed the base of his cock a couple of times. He could cum at any moment, but he was going to save that for you. He choked out a moan as he slowly stroked himself, then squeezed the base again.

When he opened his eyes, your sight was fixated on him, biting your lip. As soon as his eyes landed on you, you blushed and looked away.

“All the things we’ve done to each other all over this apartment and you have the nerve to be shy”, he laughed

He kept the pace he set with the toy. It was only a matter of time before his hand was wrapped around your neck. He gave a light squeeze before it gradually became rougher. You kept your eyes on him. He squeezed for ten seconds before letting go. As you caught your breath, you felt your pussy squeezed around the dildo tighter.

Daveed smirked, remembering how much you enjoyed it the last time. He squeezed again, holding it a little longer. You felt a little light headed at the sensation. He let go again and you tried to shut your legs as you let out a breathy moan. You were too close.

“One more for baby”, he cooed as he squeezed again

This time he held on for a little longer. Your legs fell open as the dildo hit you in the right spot. Your entire body trembled as he let go, telling you how good you were for him. As you caught your breath, you made eye contact and he smiled softly.

“You’re such a good girl for me (Y/N/N)”

When he pushed the dildo into you again, you came, pulling against the restraints. You’ve never felt so exhausted in your life. Daveed put the toy away, then threw his boxers on the ground. He couldn’t help but feel excited at the sight in front of him. You were breathless, handcuffed to the bed in nothing but his jacket, thigh highs, and heels. 

He kissed you sweetly as he pressed his body into yours. You relaxed as you took in his scent. 

“Thank you”, he whispered

“Can’t thank me yet. I take we aren’t even finished”

“We’re almost there baby”

He took his time sliding into you. You tightened around him as soon as he pushed himself in. You tried to wrap your arms around him, but the cuffs kept you from doing so. You huffed as he kissed your forehead. 

In contrast to how he fucked you with the toy, Daveed took his sweet time. He revelled in the moment, loving the fact that you did this for him. He looked down at you in complete awe, eyes growing a little wide.

“God, I love you”, he groaned

Your heart warmed at his sentiment.

“I love you too”

He kept his hands on your waist, but he didn’t grip them posessively as he did before. He lifted your knees to your chest once more. He didn’t pick up the pace, but the intensity of his thrusts left you speechless. Daveed didn’t dare pull out until he was completely seated inside you. 

Your toes curled as you wrapped them around him. His lips were on yours as he pushed into you one more time, feeling you cum around his cock. He was breathless as he finally found his release. He spent a couple minutes resting on top of you, trying to catch his breath. 

In a few moments, you were in the bath together. He kissed and rubbed your wrists making sure you were alright. You spent some time rubbing his shoulders, allowing him to rest against you. 

When you finished, you collapsed on the bed and Daveed crawled in next to you.

“Come here”, you cooed as you opened your arms

Daveed gave a soft smile as climbed into your arms. He wrapped his arms around you, rested his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Is there anything you want to talk about?”, you asked 

“No, I think I’m good for now,'' he responded quietly

“I’m always here when you need me”

You kissed his forehead and in that moment Daveed felt safe and content resting in your arms as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

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Daughters of Arendelle - Chapter 46

Chapter 46 - Part III

Chapters 1 - 45 available at FF.net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12222767/1/Daughters-of-Arendelle

See, I told you there was a part III. Sorry for the delay.

Chapter 46

September 15, 1840

Kai pulled back on the reins, easing the wagon to a stop. Before him a low wall of stones stretched between two boulders, blocking the path.

Birds chirped at the intruders from branches laden with autumn colored leaves.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Olsen called from the rear wagon, eying the stone barrier.

“According to the map, it is.” It should be.

“Hello! I’m Olaf!”

Several small birds startled into flight as the cheery call echoed through the trees.  

“Olaf!” Tension eased in Kai’s shoulders. The dancing little snowman had never been a more welcome sight.

Bouncing from stone to stone, said snowman landed on a rock near Kai. “Kristoff is waiting for you. Come on!” He sprang into the air, spun and landed several feet beyond the rock wall.

Kai and Olsen scrambled off the wagons. It took them a little more effort to climb over the rocks. Beyond the barrier, they found themselves in a clearing. Steam vents kept the morning chill from the air.

Blanketed men lay spread around the area, close enough to the vents to keep them warm.

“Sir!” Huddled by one of the vents, Corporal Smyth dropped a wooden spoon into the soup pot, he’d been stirring. He snapped to attention, with a sharp salute.

“At ease, Corporal.” Olsen returned the salute with a half wave. “Where is Lieutenant Nickolas?”

“Over here, Johan.” Nickolas waved from his place, propped against a boulder.

“Axel!” Rushing across the clearing, Olsen dropped to a knee at Nickolas’s side.

“It’s good to see you, Johan.” Nickolas caught an offered hand, pulling his friend in for a back slap.

“And you.” Olsen grinned from ear to ear.

Laughter, back slapping and teasing, revealed the unspoken relief they shared at finding the other alive.

Olsen pushed back to arm’s length, taking close assessment of his friend’s bloody clothes. “How bad is it?”

“Not as bad as it looks. The bullet passed through my thigh, missing the bone. Thanks to Smyth and the trolls, I’ll get to keep it.”

“Trolls?” Olsen’s eyes narrowed, searching Nickolas for signs of a head wound.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Nickolas said. “I know it sounds mad, but, I promise you, they’re real.”

“Kai!”

With an arm draped over Sven’s neck, Kristoff stumbled into the clearing.

The Chamberlain noted Sven was adjusting his pace to keep his friend upright. Blood stains covered the young man’s tunic. His free arm hung from a made-shift sling.

“Master Kristoff, I’m glad to see you up and about.” Kai dipped his head in greeting.

 “Is Anna alright?”

 “When I saw her last, the Princess was sleeping peacefully.”

 “When you saw her last? How long ago was that?”

 “Please, Kai, give the boy some piece of mind before he drives us all mad.” Nickolas stole a teasing wink at Olsen. “He’s been pacing like a caged wolf since the Queen’s message arrived.”

There was something in the young man’s eyes. Concern. Fear. The boy does have it bad for her. Kai tucked the thought away for later.

“She and the Queen suffered some injuries during the battle.” Kai said. No need to frighten him with details, not till he can see her for himself. “Doctor Engen believes the Princess will make a full recovery. She and the Queen were sleeping when we left.”

Kristoff allowed his weight to shift against Sven. “Okay. Good.” He looked to Kai. “That’s good, right?”

“Yes, that’s good.” Kai offered him what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

Brown eyes narrowed, as something clicked. “Wait, Elsa’s hurt too?”

“Yes,” said Olsen. “she and the prince had a go of it. After that Princess Anna carved him up like a Christmas goose.” There was a hint of amusement on his lips. “I suspect he’s wishing he’d never heard of Arendelle.” His features darkened. “Queen Elsa made short work of his navy. I’ve no doubt, she’d have taken him out sooner if not for the wounds she suffered during the ambush.”

“Ambush?” Nickolas bristled. “What ambush?”

“Tollak sent a couple of traitor scouts to murder the Queen.” Olsen said.

“That traitor, bastard!” Nickolas growled through clenched teeth. “Hanging will be to good for him.”

“Yes,” Olsen nodded in agreement. “Though I’m looking forward to seeing him and that Southern Isles dog dancing at the end of a rope.”

“Where is Hans now?” Knuckles cracked as Kristoff’s fist tightened. He straightened, swaying before reaching once more for Sven.

“Rotting in the castle dungeon.” Olsen replied. “You’ve no need to worry about him. Even if he survives till his execution, he’s in no condition to cause trouble.”

“The enemy fleet has surrendered.” Kai said. “Most of the traitors have either been killed or captured. Thanks to the Queen and Princess, Arendelle is safe.”

“How many did we lose?” Nickolas looked to Olsen.

“Too many.” Unable to meet his gaze, Olsen focused on a patch of dirt. “We don’t know the exact numbers yet.”

Silence settled over the clearing, lingering for several heartbeats.

“Master Kristoff,” Kai pulled a bundle from his jacket pocket. “I have need of your family’s assistance. I believe they may be able to identify this.” He pushed aside the cloth covering the disk.

Kristoff touched a finger to the metal, jerking it back as if burnt. “Where did you get this?”

“Prince Hans brought it to attack Queen Elsa.”

“Grand Pabbi!” Kristoff didn’t take his eyes from the disk. “I need to speak with you. Now!”

There was a pause, rocks surrounding the clearing began to shake, rolling toward them. One stopped before Kristoff, forming into a troll. The others took their true form, encircling the men.

“Sweet Mother Mary!” Olsen jumped, reaching for his sword.

Nickolas caught his arm staying it. “It’s alright Johan. You get use to them after a while.”

Olsen relaxed, keeping a weary eye on the stone creatures.

“There is strange magic in the air.” Grand Pabbi held out a hand.

Kai placed the disk in the outstretched palm.

“Do you know what it is?” Kristoff took a half step back as the red gem pulsed.

Turning the disk, Grand Pabbi studied it from all angles. Thick brows furrowed till they almost touched. “Ancient magic, from far away. It does not belong in a land of ice and snow.”

“Who created it?” Kristoff leaned in for another look, careful to keep his distance.

“One of the ancient tribes of man. They sought to harness the power of the sun. Their ways have long been lost to the world.” He draped the cloth over the stone, holding it out to Kai. “Any who wield this would be a great threat. You said, the prince attempted to harm Queen Elsa with it?”

“Yes.” Kai took the disk, wrapping the cloth tighter. “He tried several times to kill her with it.”

Grand Pabbie’s head bobbed up and down. “She is lucky not to have been struck.”

“Begging your pardon, sir, but she was struck.” Kai slipped the disk into his jacket pocket.

Grand Pabbie’s head snapped up. “Was it a glancing blow?”

“No. A direct hit.”

“And she lives?” Bulda leaned in from behind Kristoff.

“Yes.” Fear flickered in Kai’s chest at the troll’s outburst. “Though we are concerned about her.”

“As you should be.” There was no comfort in the ancient troll’s words.

Olsen looked to Nicholas. “Cussed thing blasted a hole through our fleet, sending two ships to the ocean floor before they could fire a shot. It turned two men to ash with one blast.”

“Which is what it would have done to Queen Elsa, were it not for her magic.” Stone fingers rubbed at Grand Pabbie’s chin, his gaze focused on something only he could see. “That she survived is a testament to her great power. Did you notice anything strange about her magic after she was struck?”

Kai felt an uncomfortable shiver up his spine. “She was having trouble recalling her magic, though that could have been from fatigue.”

“She was hot.”

All eyes turned to Olaf. He rocked back and forth oblivious to the attention.

“What do you mean, she was hot?” Kristoff’s voice carried a touch of the dread they all felt.

“Last night, she was feeling hot. She didn’t like it.”

Concerned looks passed among the group.

“Olaf,” Kristoff paused till he had the snowman’s attention. “do you know if she’s feeling hot now?”

His head tilted to one side, dipping low enough to be comical had the situation been different. “Huh, she’s not feeling anything.” He began to hum, rocking back and forth.

Kai stepped in, taking a turn. “Olaf, is it normal for you not to be able to sense what Her Majesty is feeling?”

“No, why?”

Grand Pabbie broke the deafening silence hovering over the clearing. “It would seem her magic was strained by the attack. Perhaps even pushed to its limits.”

“Limits?” Olsen scoffed, looking over the group. “What limits? She held the entire kingdom in a three-day blizzard without breaking a sweat.”

“That was different.” Grand Pabbie brushed away the remark with a wave of his hand. “The blizzard was Elsa’s magic stretching after being held back for so long. This, was an attack. Defending against it would have pushed her magic to great limits.”

“How could it hurt her magic?” Unconvinced Olsen frowned at the troll.

“As I said, the disk draws power from the sun. One of the greatest forces in nature. Just, as a sword can strike at her flesh, the disk struck at her magic.”

“Is there anything you can do for her?” Kristoff said.

Kai noted the pleading look in the mountain man’s eyes. It mirrored his own.

“I’m sorry, Kristoff.” The old troll sighed. “This is beyond my powers. She must fight this battle alone.”

“What can we do?” Kai pushed down the dread creeping over him.

“Wait.” The simple answer solved nothing.

Few things drove Kai to anger or frustration, yet, somehow, the troll was doing just that.

“There has to be something else?” Olsen looked to the others for help.

“If you were to lose an arm or a leg, you could survive.” Grand Pabbie said. “Queen Elsa’s magic is more ingrained, it would be as if her lungs or heart were damaged.”

“Will it heal?” The weight on Kai’s shoulders grew heavier.

“Perhaps, with time.”

“And if it can’t heal?” There was an ever so slight quiver in Kristoff’s voice.

“Her magic could be lost or damaged for good.” The ancient troll looked up at him. “And if the damage is severe enough, she will leave this world for the next.”

Dread settled over the group with a crushing weight.

“I’m sorry, Kristoff.” Grand Pabbi, patted his grandson’s leg. “There is nothing I can do.”

“Thank you, for your assistance.” Kai bowed, his face betraying none of the emotions stirring beneath the surface. This will break Anna’s heart. What of Gerda? His blood ran cold at the toll such a loss would take on his wife. The weight pressed harder on his shoulders. “Gentlemen, we need to load the wounded and get back.”

No words were spoken as they set about their work.

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Grand Pabbie and Bulda gave a final wave to Kristoff as the wagons rumbled away.

“Have you heard of anyone surviving such an attack?” Bulda didn’t look away as the wagons disappeared into the thick woods.

“No.” Grand Pabbie didn’t face her.

“She is strong.”

“The strongest I’ve ever seen.” He said.

“Have you seen any signs?”

“Her fate is undecided.”

“Then there is hope.”

“Hope? You sound like a human, Bulda.” His brow arched as their eyes met.

She shrugged. “After a thousand years, they start to rub off on you.”

Grand Pabbie answered with a soft chuckle.

“What if she passes?”

“Then it will be another thousand years before we see her like again.” He grew solemn. “It will be a great loss for the world…and a sad day.” Not waiting for an answer, he curled into himself, rolling away.

Bulda continued to stare at the empty woods. “Not just for the world.”

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Checking his pocket watch against the grandfather clock across the room, Kai noted both were in perfect sync. Satisfied he clicked the watch closed, slipping it back into his vest pocket.

“Princess Anna?” There was no response. Not that one had been expected. He began arranging the serving tray, each item laid out in its proper place. Just because they had suffered a war was no reason to forgo proper manners.

“Princess Anna, it’s time to wake up.” His voice rose an octave.

She snuggled deeper into the bedding with a faint grumble.

There was a comforting sense of normality in the routine they’d shared for years. Somethings never change. His gaze caught on the blackish blue marks covering her face and neck. And yet, they have.

Thoughts of throttling Tollak and that bastard prince brought an anger he hadn’t felt in years. He shook it off. There would be time to deal with them later. For now, there were others more deserving of his attention.

“Your Highness, it’s time to eat.”

“Just…five more…min…utes…” She drooled into the pillow.

Leaning closer, he called in the booming voice usually reserved for court announcements. “It’s time to wake up, ma’am.”

Anna stirred, groaning as she rolled onto her back. One eye cracked open taking a moment to focus on him. Something akin to a grunt croaked from her lips.

“Good evening, Milady.” Kai’s warm smile widened. “It’s time to eat and take your medicine.” Dishes clinked as he arranged a cup and saucer.

“Kai?” She croaked through parched lips. “…thirsty…” Rumblings from her stomach almost drown out the request.

“Of course, ma’am.” He filled a glass from the pitcher on the nightstand.

She struggled to sit up, arms trembling under the strain. Halfway up, she yelped, collapsing onto the pillows.

“Princess Anna!” Kai sat the glass aside, easing onto the edge of the bed. “Are you alright?” He placed a hand on her arm. Muscles beneath his palm quivered with tension and pain.

“Muscles…hurt….” Eyes squeezed shut, she drew several quick, short breaths. It took a moment, for her to slow it down.

“I’m afraid you’re going to be sore for a few days. You took quite a beating.

She chuckled relaxing into the bed. “Yeah, but…you should see…the other guy.”

“I have seen him, ma’am. You were definitely on the winning side of the fight.”

Laughter filled the room.

Anna groaned, pressing a hand to her side. “Oh, don’t…make me…laugh.”

“Sorry, milady.” He patted her arm, reaching for the glass. “Here, let me help you.” Slipping a hand under her head, he raised her, pressing the cup to her lips. She looks so small, so helpless. He pushed away the thought. “Easy, don’t gulp.”

Gasping for air, she pulled away. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He sat the glass on the nightstand. “Cook made one of your favorites for dinner this evening.”

“I’ve already had dinner.” She rubbed sleep from her eyes, flinching in pain with the movement.

“That was last night, ma’am.” He stood, making the final arrangements on the tray. “You need to eat something today.”  

“Wait, what? How long have I been asleep?”

“Since last night. You’ve slept through most of the day.”

“I have?” Her brows arched, causing her to grimace. She reached up, gingerly touching the bandage around her head. “Kai? Why are you here?”

“I’m trying to serve you dinner, ma’am.”

“No, I mean, why are you here? Where’s Gerda?”

“Gerda is getting some much-needed rest, and Alma is watching over Queen Elsa, while she sleeps.”

“Why does Elsa need to be watched? What’s wrong with her?” Stiff, sore muscles slowed her down enough for Kai to stop her from throwing off the blankets.

With a firm, yet, gentle grip, he stayed her hand. Leaning down he held her gaze.

“They are watching over her for any signs of fever, just as I was watching over you. We thought it best to limit the number of people with access to you and the Queen, while the Admiral sorts out some security issues.”

“Security issues?” Her eyes narrowed. “Are there still traitors in the castle?”

“No, I don’t believe so.” He released her, turning once more to the tray. “With the heavy losses suffered by the Guardsmen and Queen’s Shield, the Admiral and Captain Olsen wished to have the best qualified men assigned to guard duty.”

“Heavy losses.”

Kai almost missed the whispered words. He noted the pain flash across her face. It wasn’t from her wounds.

Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to shake away some unwanted thought. The movement brought on a grimace.

“So, the Admiral is in charge?”

“Yes. He’ll be happy to hear you’re awake. I don’t think he is enjoying the task of Regent.” Kai said.

“What about the townspeople and the wounded?”

“The Admiral and Bishop Solberg have the situation well in hand. I assure you, milady, everyone is being seen to.”

“Good.” She relaxed, her eyes drifting closed.

“Let’s get you propped up, so you can eat.” Hands held out, he waited for permission to touch her.

“Okay.” She reached for him.

He eased onto the bed, letting her arms slip around him. With great care he lifted her.

“Awww!”

Kai froze. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” She managed a weak smile, leaning into him.

He eased her up.

Her head came to rest on his shoulder.

He felt her face press against his neck. There was a shudder coupled with a muffled sob.

“Your Highness?”

Slender arms tightened around him.  

“Milady?”

Tears stained his collar. It had been sometime since he’d seen her cry so. Rubbing small circles over her back, he pulled her in closer. “It’s alright, Princess.” Spoken with soft assurance, the title carried more of an endearment than a rank. “You’re safe now.”

She curled into the protective embrace, as she had done since childhood. “I’m…sorry…”

“For what?”

“Pushing…you away. Not…your fault…manacles…”

“Shhh, there’s no need to cry over that.” He cupped the back of her head, tucking her under his chin.

She shook with a sob. “Almost lost…you…and Gerda.”

“It’s alright, Anna. I’m here. The worst is over. Your sister, Master Kristoff and Gerda are safe now.” Don’t lie to her, warned a whisper. He prayed it would not become one.

“Kristoff?” She leaned back. “He’s here?” A tear streaked down her cheek.

Kai wiped it away with a gloved finger. There was still so much of the child he knew in the bright eyes staring up at him. “Yes, Captain Olsen, and I, brought him and the others back this morning.”

“He’s not in the stables, is he?” She wiped a hand over her eyes, smearing tears across flushed cheeks.

“No.” Kai chuckled, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, and handing it to her. “He’s in the guest room Queen Elsa assigned him.”

“Good. Thank you for bringing him home.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I want to see him.” Anna wiped at her eyes and cheeks.

“He’s sleeping, as is Queen Elsa. Besides, it’s time for you to eat.” He held her gaze, making it clear there would be no room for further argument.

“Fine.” Her shoulders slumped as she handed back the handkerchief. “But I want to see them, soon.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He supported her with one arm as he arranged the pillows, lowering her onto the pile.

She caught his arm with both hands, holding him in place. “Kai, I…I’m glad you’re okay. I’ve missed you.”

His eyes misted at the revelation. “I’ve missed you too, milady.” Afraid his own tears would escape, Kai patted her hands, freeing himself. “You need to eat before your food gets cold.”

He stood, taking a napkin from the tray. In one fluid motion he snapped it open, draping it over Anna’s chest. While he turned to the tray, she tucked a corner of the linen cloth into her nightgown collar.

Careful of her leg, he placed the tray over her lap. He pulled away the plate cover, revealing large portions of roast beef, roasted potatoes, vegetables and fresh warm bread.

Anna’s eyes widened with delight. “That smells amazing.”

“It was one of Cook’s better efforts. The roast is quite tender.” He sat the cover aside, and poured a cup of tea, adding milk and sugar to Anna’s liking.

“I’m never going to be able to eat all of this.” Pain crossed her face as she raised a forkful of roast beef. Several pieces of it slipped from the fork, dropping onto the plate. With some effort, she managed a bite without spilling the rest on herself. She hummed through a mouthful of food. “Wonderful.”

Chuckling Kai placed the teacup on the tray. “I’ll let Cook know you are pleased.” He sat in the chair near the edge of the bed, watching her work through the meal.

Only a few pieces ended up on the napkin, fortunately, none landed on the bedding.

She drained the teacup in two large gulps.

Kai took it. He opened a bottle sitting on the nightstand and spooned in two teaspoons of amber liquid, mixing it into the tea before placing it on the tray.

Anna’s eyes narrowed. “What did you put in my tea?”

“Doctor Engen wants you to take a dose of medicine. He said, it will help with the pain.”

“Is it that horrible stuff from last night?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Hump.” She took a large bite of bread chewing on it.

Kai settled into the chair. “How is your leg?”

“It hurts. So do my ribs, both arms and my head.” Bread crumbs tumbled from her lips onto the napkin. “I think the only place that doesn’t hurt is my left pinky toe.” She paused to glare at the blankets. There was a bit of movement beneath the covers. She grimaced. “No, that hurts too.”

Relieved by her antics, Kai settled back in the chair with a hearty laugh. Watching her struggle with the fork, his humor faded. “You took a nasty fall, among other things.” He shook away the image of her falling under a hail of bullets. “I suspect you’ll be sore for some time. Tomorrow, we should get you up and moving around. It will help.”

“M’kay.” She lifted the cup to him. “Skoal.” With a deep breath, she downed it in one go. The last of it splattered over the napkin, as she broke into a coughing fit.

“Are you alright?” He leaned forward, reaching for her.

“Yes.” She managed to gasp between coughs. Winded she flopped back on the pillows, groaning at the action. “That’s stuff is awful.” She held the empty cup out to him.

“Hopefully, you won’t have to take it much longer.” Offering a sympathetic smile, he took the cup, and refilled it with tea. He placed it on the tray.

Resisting the urge to stroke her hair, he settled for a hand on her shoulder.

Cheeks stuffed with food, she managed to grin at him.

The world would be a darker place without her. Pained by the thought, he gave her shoulder a gentle pat, reassured by the warmth beneath his hand.

He settled into the chair, content to watch her work through the mound of food.

It wasn’t long before she started to show signs of slowing. Several bites later she placed the half-eaten bread on the plate, pulled the napkin free, wiping at her hands and face. “I can’t eat anymore.”

Tossing the napkin on the tray, she leaned back against the pillows. Both hands wrapped around the tea cup.

“You made a good go of it.” He removed the tray, placing it on the nightstand.

She downed the tea in several gulps, handing him an empty cup.

“Would you like to lay down?”

“I want to see Elsa and Kristoff.”

“And you shall, later, but for now, it would be best to let them sleep. The last few days have been very, taxing, for the Queen, Master Kristoff, and yourself.”

Teal eyes narrowed, amusement danced within them. “You have a gift for understatement, Kai. Okay, I’ll let her sleep, for now.” She wagged a finger at him. “But, I want to see her, soon.” Her mouth opened with a wide yawn. She made a halfhearted attempt to cover it with a hand. “And Kristoff, I want to see him too.”

“And you will, I promise.” He removed several of the pillows, easing her down.

She snuggled into the blankets. “Kai?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Are they really okay?”

Catching the pleading eyes staring up at him, his mouth snapped shut on a gentle lie. “Master Kristoff’s wound is healing well. He was up and about when we arrived at the troll’s valley. He’ll not be ice harvesting for a while, but, by the spring, he should be tossing ice blocks with ease once more.”

“Good.” Anna’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “What about Elsa?”

Another lie hung on the tip of his tongue. Years of deflecting her questions had made it all too easy to attempt to deceive her. No more lies. “She is sleeping. Dr. Engen is keeping a close watch on her. He is certain the wound in her side is not fatal.”

“But?”

“But, she hasn’t woken since she passed out last night.”

“Passed out?” Anna started to raise.

He caught her shoulders, gently pushing her down. “She was exhausted, and Dr. Engen gave her a large dose of medicine.”

Anna settled into the pillows with a heavy sigh.

He watched her fight to stay focused. The medicine’s kicking in.

“There’s more, isn’t there?”

She always been more observant than people give her credit for. He felt a twinge of pride. “There is a chance, the disk caused her more harm than we realized.”

“What? No.” She fumbled with the blankets, unable to toss them aside.

“Anna.” Catching her hands, he sat on the bed. “Listen to me, there is nothing you can do for her tonight. Tomorrow, when you’re stronger, I’ll take you to see her, and Kristoff.”

“She needs me.”  

How many times had he seen that desperate look in her eyes? Heard the longing in her cries for an absent sister. More than a decade of unanswered cries. He shook off the thought.

“Yes, she does need you. Now more than ever.” He placed her hands under the blanket, pulling it up to cover her shoulders. “Which is why you need to rest. There will be much to do in the coming days. Your sister will need you to be strong.”

He felt her tense and braced himself for a struggle.

Whatever battle was raging within her surrendered to the effects of the medication. She relaxed, heavy eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open.

“Promise, you’ll take me to see her in the morning.”

He placed a palm over his heart. “You have my word, Your Highness.”

Her eyes closed. “Good.”

Slipping deeper into sleep, her head rolled to one side.

Kai watched the steady rise and fall of the blanket, each breath a reassurance she was safe. Were it not for the bandages and bruises, one would might never guess she’d been in a life or death battle. No, there were other signs. Even in sleep there was a troubled crease to her brow.

One so young should not have to carry such burdens. He thought of Elsa looking so frail when he saw her last. The troll’s words haunted him. What if we lose her?

He’d watched her suffer through her parent’s lose, the toll it had taken. He shuddered at what Elsa’s lose would do to her.

No, we wouldn’t lose her. We can’t. Placing a kiss upon two fingertips, he touched them to Anna’s temple. “Sweet dreams, Princess.”

Moving to the chair, he pulled out a handkerchief, wiping at his eyes, before tucking it back into a jacket pocket.

Across the room, the grandfather clock began to chime the hour. It would be two more before Margit relieved him. Opening the book, he settled in. His attention remained divided between reading and the soft snores coming from the bed. It was a beautiful sound.

[atinytokki]

Walking in the Darkness

i. Kang Estate

“No, Mr. Yuma, my good sir. I’m afraid you are incorrect. While the latitude hook is the basic principle for most navigational tools, the astrolabe additionally relies on gravity so that you can calculate your position without seeing the horizon.”

Yeosang clucked his tongue gently at Mr. Yuma and promptly returned his nose to his book. The horse let out a content whinny from where he rested across from his human. “I’m glad you seem to remember now, Mr. Yuma,” Yeosang smiled at his companion, the horse staring back eagerly. “Now I have to catch up on calculating relative longitude. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

Yeosang sighed and regarded his horse, who had begun chewing on the post of his stall. Yeosang’s eyes went wide and he rushed to grab Mr. Yuma’s harness and pull him back, pages of schoolwork flying. “Yuma!” He scolded, grasping the horse’s face and shaking it from side to side. “You’ll damage the wood and get it stuck in your teeth and I’ll get in trouble for it.”

Yuma let out a frustrated whinny and nosed Yeosang in the chest. Yeosang frowned. “You want to go out?” He didn’t expect a real answer, but it got him thinking once the question was out in the air. “If I don’t finish my assignment, you know I’ll get in trouble with Father.”

Yuma made a huffing sound and nuzzled Yeosang’s face. Yeosang giggled at the sensation and pushed the long snout away. That was all it took to convince him. “Alright, alright. A quick jaunt and we come back so I can finish.”

Without even saddling his steed up, Yeosang opened the stall gate and swung himself onto Yuma’s back, urging him on out of the stables and towards the forest.

It took only a gentle squeeze with his thighs into the horse’s side and Yuma knew which way to go. 

The grove wasn’t far from the Kang Family Estate, and Yeosang took to the wooded hills frequently for his stolen moments of tranquility and relative solitude. Relative because he had somehow acquired a number of animal friends.

Yeosang wasn’t sure what it was that attracted them, surely the host of creatures living in a wild area would flee from hoofbeats and humans, but at some point in time they had begun to emerge. 

They had no quarrel with Yeosang and Yuma once it was clear that they meant no harm, and day by day the two became engrained in the landscape, just two more creatures playing their parts in the symbiotic chain of forest life. 

Yeosang found solace in the birds, the butterflies, the deer, and even the occasional fox. He had never fit in at the schoolhouse, and sometimes the other boys said things to him that made him consider running away to this wooded paradise forever.

To the other students, Yeosang was an outcast for any number of reasons. They called him privileged pet, or damaged, or weak, or ugly. Yeosang raised an unconscious hand to the birthmark near his left eye. A few weeks ago, one of the bullies had poked at it and asked why he didn’t wash it away like the blemish it was. 

Yeosang sighed and dismounted, leading Yuma the rest of the way to the sunny little clearing where he usually lazed the afternoon away. 

It was hard enough to be poked and prodded and insulted for his looks. But there was one name that no one would dare call him to his face, though he knew it always circulated behind his back. 

Mother-killer.

It choked Yeosang just to think about it. 

No matter the lengths his father went to convince him it wasn’t his fault, the burdensome load of survivor’s guilt followed Yeosang everywhere.

His mother had died giving birth to him, and he had never known her. When his older sister was born, there were no complications. When Yeosang was born, despite the care of some of the best physicians in the country, his mother descended into a fit of convulsions and died a shocking death.

There was no evidence that anything was wrong with Yeosang, or that he had somehow caused his mother’s death. But people will talk.

Before the memory made Yeosang sick, he settled down in the grass and bid Yuma follow. 

A small bird flew across the clearing towards them and settled on a branch near Yeosang’s head.

“Hello, Mr. Bluebird. What shall we play today?”

Eventually, he decided on playing king.

Yeosang had never met the royal family, but his father had. It was one of many special opportunities the Head Navigator of the Royal Navy was afforded, and Yeosang loved to hear about it. 

“I’ll be king of all the forest animals, and the wood spirits and fairies. What should my first command be?” 

A rabbit emerged from his burrow. 

“What do you think, Mr. Rabbit?” Yeosang smiled at the soft creature before gasping in excitement. “Oh, I know! Let’s play war!”

For the next few hours, that is what he did. Swinging his stick around from atop his valiant steed, beheading imaginary enemies left and right until he tired of combat and went to lay by the stream and watch the clouds pass overhead.

The tolling of bells shook him from his daydream. The sun sat on the horizon, only a few minutes away from dipping beneath it, and Yeosang knew he had been gone too long. 

He made his farewells and mounted Yuma, headed towards home and the clanging of the bells. As he neared the town, it became clear why the bells were pealing so vigorously. A regiment of Navy soldiers marched through the square, bringing a prisoner with them. 

Even atop his horse, Yeosang had difficulty seeing through the crowd that had formed. He heard nervous whispers passed from person to person, and strained to hear them.

“It’s just a bandit from the south, what’s all the fuss?”

“Why would a lowly bandit need a Navy escort? Surely this is an infamous pirate.”

“Not just any pirate! That’s the Dread Pirate Eden!”

“Eden this far inland? And travelling north, from the looks of it?”

“I’ve seen the wanted posters. It’s Captain Eden, I’d bet my prize cow.”

“Was he caught here in town? Good heavens! Are our children safe?”

“You there!”

Yeosang startled before identifying the man who was addressing him. It was a commoner in the crowd who had spied the Navigator’s son on his horse.

“Go home. Nothing to see here.”

Yeosang nodded slowly and nudged Yuma to turn around and head for home. He wasn’t sure to what extent he could trust the gossip of the townspeople, but if they were correct...

A shiver went down Yeosang’s spine.

The dread pirate Eden— in his town.

The Kang Family Estate was a short ride from the town centre, and it was a beautiful well-kept mansion with equally well-kept grounds and gardens. 

As Yeosang returned Yuma to his stall and picked up his wrinkled school pages off the ground, he heard a throat being cleared from the doorway.

It was Housekeeper Sohyun.

“Out riding in the woods, are we?”

Yeosang nodded wordlessly. There was no way around the truth. Clearly he had been out riding in the woods. Sohyun had probably seen him returning. 

“Well, come on inside. Your father wants to speak with you.”

Yeosang suppressed a groan and followed her inside, with a glance at the content Yuma, free at least from overbearing parents in his stall. 

Navigator Kang knew Yeosang frequently disappeared for hours on end, but never pushed him to explain why or where he was going. That much Yeosang appreciated. Which made this conversation all the more puzzling.

“Yeosang!” His father looked up from his books as soon as they entered the library. “Have you finished the work I assigned you?”

Straight for the kill. 

“Not quite,” Yeosang admitted as soon as Sohyun had left them and closed the door behind her. He looked down at the pages in his hand. “I completed all the latitude exercises, but longitude... I’m just struggling with it. It doesn’t make sense.”

Yeosang was ashamed to admit this, even when there were only the two of them in the room. His father had very high expectations for him to follow in his footsteps, and Yeosang truly wanted to live up to and exceed those expectations. Navigating the distant Eastern seas was his dream for as long as he could remember, and his father had taught him the essentials on the side of his regular schoolwork.

But sometimes Yeosang hit a roadblock, and wasn’t sure he was cut out for the position.

“Come, let me have a look.” 

Yeosang proceeded to the large oak desk where his father sat, and lay the papers in front of him, peeping over his shoulder to watch him as he explained how to solve the problem. 

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Come in.”

It was Sohyun, with a nervous expression on her face. “Soldiers have come to the house, sir. And an Admiral Kim would like to speak with you privately.”

Yeosang’s jaw dropped. 

It was the men from the town, he was sure of it. 

“Very well, thank you.” Yeosang’s father turned and smiled at him tiredly. “I’m quite sure it’s just a business meeting. You remember our goal for next year, don’t you?”

“Applications for apprenticeship,” Yeosang answered, taking his papers back as they were handed to him. 

“That’s correct. I’d like you to continue working towards that goal, in the event that I must leave for a voyage.”

Yeosang couldn’t keep the frown off his face. He hated when his father left him alone in this squeaky clean, echoey house.

“Now, now, why the frown? I’m sure it won’t be anything severe. And perhaps I’ll leave you the key to the observatory, if I can trust you with that.”

That perked Yeosang up. The observatory was his favourite place on the grounds, and every visit his father allowed him was a treat.

Obediently, he left for his own bed chambers, but not without a glare over the balustrade at the small gathering of soldiers in the main hall. Soldiers in the house were always bad news.

A couple of hours of work later, Sohyun came in with the evening meal and the news that the Admiral and his men were still here and it would be best to remain in his room.

Yeosang had no objection to this, although after both the food and the work were finished, he was beginning to be bored. 

What a shame to be hidden away in his bedchambers when the most notorious criminal of the era was only a quick horseback ride away, and the Admiral himself was in your mansion.

Yeosang slipped out of his chambers and quietly made his way back to the front staircase, curling up at the balcony and listening intently to the hushed conversation below.

“Whatever it was they said about him having no ties was clearly wrong. He’s back because he has a child to take care of.”

They were talking about the pirate.

Another voice countered the first, “There’s no proof of that! How do you know he wasn’t travelling north to recruit or something else?”

“He’s been seen multiple times with a young boy!” The first shot back with the evidence. “If he meant to recruit him, he would do it and then sail away again. But he returns frequently to this beach to meet this child— so I think it’s his son.”

“Eden settling down and having children!” Laughter broke out below. “Never something I imagined.”

Yeosang had to agree. Piracy didn’t seem like the type of lifestyle that was conducive to domesticity and, well, childrearing. Pirates even having children seemed ludicrous when faced with the vicious barbarians that pirates were reported to be. 

Yeosang shivered with excitement. This was turning out to be quite exciting. 

“And what’s more, I hear the Admiral is going to, well, compel the loathsome rat to reveal the location of his ship and his scumbag crew members. That’s why we’re here, to get the Head Navigator to help.”

“Oh, I thought we were here to hang the pirate savage.”

“No, you insufferable ninny. Why would we come all the way here just to kill him? We could have his whole crew.”

Yeosang’s smile was gone. So they were bringing Father with them on a voyage. He shuffled back to his chambers, unhappy with the new developments. 

Two hours after his bedtime had come and gone, he was sitting at the window seat with his astrolabe when his father entered. 

He was holding the observatory key.

Silently, Yeosang stood to accept it. “How long will you be gone?” He whispered, turning the key over in his hands and refusing to meet his father’s eye.

“I don’t know.” 

Yeosang struggled to stop a tear from leaving his eye, and it defied him by slipping down his face anyway. He remained silent as it dripped to the floor.

His father pulled him in to his arms, resting a protective hand on his hair. “You’ll be alright while I’m gone, won’t you?”

Yeosang nodded against his father’s chest. He would have to be alright.

“I’ll come back to you as soon as I can. I’m promising you. But in the meantime, you’re the man of the house. I know you’ll make me proud.”

Again Yeosang nodded. He had managed before, and he could do it again. 

“I’ll write your sister to make sure she’s nearby should anything happen,” his father said after a pause and began to pull away. Yeosang scrubbed away furiously at the evidence of tears and straightened. That was at least a comfort. Yeosang’s older sister was married and lived in a neighbouring town, but she could handle matters of the estate that Yeosang could not at twelve years old.

“Until next time?” 

His father smiled sadly at him until he nodded and repeated, “Until next time.”

Yeosang fell asleep clutching the observatory key. The key itself was a promise, and Yeosang intended to keep his side.

...

A/N: Yep I’m late and it’s all because I was up last night writing theories and not posting this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can you do.  So just a quick heads up, this one is gonna be a bit sadder and darker than the others (as you maybe can already tell) because I’ll reference you back to All to Zero ch. 12 when Yeosang makes it clear why he doesn’t end up in the Navy.  The boy has seen things. And this is the backstory in which those things happen so, be warned! Some time in the next few weeks, a new chapter for the main series and don’t forget voting is open! Thanks so much for reading, please leave a like and a reblog and a comment if you enjoyed <3 TTFN~

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[thecleverdame]

Brains & Sex - One Shot

Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam brings you along on a hunt that turns into more than he anticipated.

Warnings: canon-level violence, almost smut

For:  I4z_0892_il

Words: 1.5k

Beta:  ilikaicalie

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In April Sam and Dean take separate cases. Dean tracks a shapeshifter all the way up to Saskatchewan and Sam heads to Georgia with Y/N in tow.

She’s not a hunter, not even close. She’s a librarian from Wichita that Sam crossed paths with a couple of years back. She helped with research on a case and when it was over he found a reason to go back again.

And again.

And then it became an unspoken arrangement.

So when he and Dean go their separate ways, she takes a few vacation days and spends a long weekend sorting through lore and sharing his bed.

When Sam plans on hooking up he takes the easy cases. Dean always knows his brother is gonna pick her up on his way out of the state because Sam’s suddenly all gung-ho to check out a salt-and-burn that they’d normally hand off to a local hunter.

Dean starts calling it a hunt ‘n fuck and Sam’s cheeks turn bright red every time he says it.

-

It’s been a long week. Three days turned into five. A single vampire turned out to be a nest and Sam’s simple weekend case turned into a balls-to-the-wall hunt that he didn’t see coming. He thinks it’s over, he doesn’t realize the one remaining bloodsucker has followed him and the vamp gets to her before he does.

She ends up with a black eye and a split lip before he takes the things head off.

“Hold still.” Sam’s on his knees, wedged between her legs where she’s sitting at the end of the bed. She winces when he dabs a wet washcloth at the gash in her lip. “It’s not that bad but we’re gonna have to ice your eye. It’s gonna swell.”

“You’re worse off than me.” She squirms, taking his wrists and pulling his hand up to inspect it. His knuckles are shredded, angry red knobs that hurt when he makes a fist.

“I’m fine.” Yanking his hand away he reaches into the ice bucket, grabbing a handful of cubes and wrapping them up in the washcloth. “Here, hold this up to your eye.”

“It doesn’t hurt that bad.” She winces, Sam knows she’s lying.

“I should’ve made sure I knew what I was getting into before I brought you here.” Sam sits back on his haunches, looking up at her from his perch on the floor. “It could have been worse than this.”

“But it wasn’t. I’m in one piece.” She smiles, ignoring the throb of her lip. “We’re both a little worse for wear but still kickin’.”

Sam watches her make the best of this incredibly shitty situation and feels the guilt settling in. He’s gotten good at ignoring his instincts when it comes to her. Every bone in his body tells him to walk away. To tell her goodbye and get her the hell out of his messed up life. But he can’t, not yet anyway.

He’s spent a long time on his own, hasn’t let himself get this close to anyone since Amelia. He craves it though, the familiarity of a woman who knows who he is and he doesn't have to work to be around. With Y/N he’s just Sam with no pretense.

She’s easy to be around and way too beautiful to work in a library. Under her sweaters and cardigans, she’s got an ass for days and legs that don’t quit. And she’s flexible. He’s had her bent over, palms flat on the floor, more than once.

She’s brains and sex, the combination will always be his downfall.

“What are you thinking about?” She caught him in his own head, she usually does.

“Just thinkin’ about you.” He reaches out to squeeze her calf and she slides off the bed, kneeing her way across the floor to him.

“Don’t think too much. Save the thinking for when I’m not around.” Her hand snakes under his shirt, running the back of her fingers over the warm, soft skin of his belly.

Sam grunts, she bites her bottom lip, curling slender fingers under his belt, sliding down inside of his jeans to pull him toward her.

“No kissing,” she murmurs her eyes fluttering with desire. Her pink tongue darts out to touch the angry cut at her lip. “I’m injured.”

Sam feels the shift, the flutter of anticipation in his belly. One of his big hands slides around the back of her neck, his thumb pressing lightly over her throat. “No kissing...anywhere?”

“I’m not completely unreasonable.” Her whisper fades away with a gentle oomf as he lays her back, spreading her out on the green and orange shag carpet of this shitty motel room. Her hands are working his belt buckle when there’s a heavy knock at the door.

Thump

Thump

Thump

It’s a cop knock if he’s ever heard one.

Sam’s off the ground and on his feet, gun in hand before she has a chance to process what’s happening.

Quiet he mouths, bringing a finger to this lips. Carefully, silently, he pads barefoot across the carpet toward the door. He looks through the peephole and does a double take.

Thump

Thump

Thump

“Yeah?” Sam calls, lowering his gun.

“Athens Police Department. Open the door, please!” The voice is clearly one of authority, and the please is rhetorical.

Sam does a quick mental inventory. He’s stayed under the radar and covered his tracks. There no reason for this hunt to have attracted attention.

“Just a sec!” he hollers, sliding his gun in the drawer of the bedside table. He reaches down, pulling Y/N off the floor in one smooth motion.

“We need you to open the door now, sir.” The disembodied voice demands.

“What the fuck?” she whispers, both hands curling around Sam’s forearm.

“Just stay back until I know what this is.” Sam frowns, leaving her by the bed to answer the door.

There are two uniformed officers standing in front of room 107. One has his hand on the butt of his gun, the other places a hand on the door as soon as it swings open to prevent Sam from closing it.

Sam doesn’t like this.

The younger of the two policemen is big, almost as tall as Sam and just as wide. He looks from Sam to Y/N. “You alright ma'am?”

She’s not sure if she should answer. In Sam’s world, things are never what they seem and she’s not even sure these guys are real cops. She looks to Sam for an answer.

“She’s fine,” Sam explains, but it already looks hinky and he knows it. He’s answering for her and it piques the interest of these cops.

“Can you step out of the room, sir.” The bigger of the two cops gestures, but it’s not really a question.

Sam looks at Y/N, mouthing it’s okay before walking out of the room, escorted by the smaller, older officer.

She stands in place as the big guy makes sure Sam’s out of earshot before turning his attention back to her.

“I’m here because we had a call from a concerned citizen who saw you and wanted to be sure that you’re alright.” He hooks both hands into his utility belt, legs in a wide stance as he plants himself in place.

“Me?” She balks, clueless. It’s the look on his face that finally brings some clarity. He’s staring her bruises. Her hand flutters up to her face and a completely inappropriate laugh slips out before she can stop it.  “Oh my God, no, this isn’t - it’s not Sam. I’m fine.”

“If you’re not comfortable talking to me here, we can take you down to the station. Get you away from him for a little while, get you to a safe place,” he offers.

“Seriously.” She smiles, wincing as the cut on her lip throbs. “This is not what it looks like.”

“I don’t know a lot of women who end up with a beating like that when everything is fine.” He nods, eyeing her from head to toe.

“Yeah, I can understand that.” Y/N takes a seat on the end of the bed, both palms on her thighs.

They’ve already talked about this. Y/N was examining her fresh wound in the mirror and complaining to Sam about having to come up with a cover story. He stood behind her, grimacing at her reflection.

“You can tell people you were mugged,” he offered, turning her around, cupping her face to get a better look. “Jesus, I’m sorry I let this happen.”

“I was mugged.” She shrugs.

“Oh?” He asks casually. “Did you report it?”

“Yup. It back in Alabama.”

“If you got mugged then why are your boyfriend’s knuckles torn up?” He’s fishing. They both know it’s not his jurisdiction, there’s no way to check on a report without making a formal inquiry. It’ll take time.

“He got there just in time, pulled the guy off me. Sam gave him a beating before he ran off. Coulda been a lot worse if he wasn’t there.”

“Good man.” The cop nods, sticking out his bottom lip. “So, you sure you’re alright?”

“One hundred percent.”

--

“I’m not sure how to feel about what a good liar you are.” Sam smiles, stuffing a shirt into his duffle bag.

“What can I say? I learned from the master.” Grinning she watches him pack up the rest of his belongings. “I have a request.”

“Anything.” Sam smiles, giving her his full attention.

“Next time, can we just make up a fake monster and spend the weekend in a B&B or something?”

Sam saunters over to her, slipping his arms around her waist. “That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard in a long time.”

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[marvelmusingsbyhertz]

Dark and stormy

A/N: let’s move into a new territory for me – Steve Rogers. That man can set my loins on fire, and I’m 3000 % sure he’s a goddamn beast in bed, so that’s where this is coming from. I hope you’ll like it!

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 Pairings: Steve x reader

Warnings: ALL THE NSFW (seriously, 18+ stuff in here), oral/facefucking,  sir/captain kink, praise kink, dirty talk, dominance, rough sex, p in v, DP, unprotected sex (wrap your willies before you do the shimmies), language

Steve wasn’t a fan of the dark, really. It wasn’t so much him being afraid of the dark, it was more the idea of what could potentially lay hidden in dark shadows – he’d had too many experiences with stuff hidden in the dark to make him not feel just a little weary.

The tower was quiet. Pretty much everyone had left for the current mission, somewhere in the icy tundra, while he – for some reason – had to stay back. He knew it was probably because he had worked himself half to death recently, but he needed to do something, especially after Y/N showed up to be a part of the team.

She was sweet, kind and too fucking sexy for him to handle. He was a gentleman, of course, and stayed as far away as he could, so he didn’t overstep his boundaries – he might have come off as cold or rude, but he’d rather that, than you seeing his reactions to you. One time he accidentally bumped into her, straight out of the shower. She were still dripping wet, the small droplets sliding slowly down your skin, glistening and drawing him in – she were only in a towel and the things he thought, would make the pope damn him personally to hell. He spent the night imagining what he could do to her, fist pumping his hard cock until he sprayed himself with his own cum.

So, he stayed clear. Of course, right now, he couldn’t – she had apparently come down with something, which she only relayed after he agreed to stay behind, so it was only the two of you – and Jarvis – in the whole, goddamn tower, and even though he stayed clear of the rooms, some sort of magnetic pull drew him to the elevator, time after time.

He had wandered into the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. He couldn’t get drunk, but he supposed it was a force of habit. He had just popped the cap, when a voice cut through the silence.

“Fancy seeing you here, Cap.” He had heard it several times before, but that voice mixed with Cap had him feeling all kinds of ways. He turned around, ignoring the slight throb to his cock and smiled at her. Fucking hell, she couldn’t be wearing any less. Small shorts that barely counted as sorts, hugged her thighs and hips, while a crop top – with his goddamn star on it hung closely to her chest. She smiled back at him and sidestepped to get to the fridge. “How’s your night going, Cap?” she asked, the sound of her sweet voice muffled by the fridge. He shrugged. “Eh, not much. Movies I guess.” He managed to sound less strained than he felt. She turned and smiled, hugging two beers to her chest – the cold beers had made her nipples peek out, the fabric of the white shirt straining against it. Y/N was going to be the death of Captain Steve Rogers. “Me too. If you want to join, you know where I am.” she winked playfully at him, and he felt his cock twitch. Those eyes could do the worst things to his imagination.

“I, uh… I’m probably going to sleep soon.” He said with a slight smile. She pouted deliciously at him, the pink tip of her tongue peeking out. “Alright. Well.. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” She walked out of the kitchen – the air was full of her perfume, and he inhaled slowly, savoring the smell of Y/N that lingered.

Goddamn it. He should have taken that invite. Now, he’d be trapped in his goddamn room that was right next to her goddamn room. Fuck. He slowly moved to his own room and listened to the weird silence coming from Y/N’s room – she said she was watching a movie, but it was dead silent. He shrugged it off and moved to his own room. He sometimes wished he had agreed to the apartment in Brooklyn Tony had offered – sometimes, it was a little too much to be right up and down from each other.

He laid in bed, mulling his stupid life decisions over, while finishing the beer, when he heard it the first time. A low moan, coming from the next room. He tensed up, listening hard, and almost got out of bed – if someone had come in to the tower and was currently hurting Y/N, he needed to be ready – but he stopped dead in his tracks, as he heard it again, this time a little clearer and it was.. Longer. More longingly. He slowly and silently got out of his room and stood in front of Y/N’s door, were he placed his ear against the cool metal. Another moan came, and this time, he wasn’t in any doubt – he had heard his name.

She was touching herself to the thought of him.

His cock twitched again, this time not going down, and he palmed himself through his sweatpants; this was so wrong and so fucked up, but he couldn’t stop listening.

“Fuck, Captain….” Y/N voice carried so clearly through the door, and he had to stifle his own moan – fuck, that was hot. He took a split-second decision, and slowly, but quietly, opened the door a little.

She was in the middle of the bed, still in that fucking crop top, but had freed one of her breasts to the cool air. Har hand was pulling and tugging on the hardened nipple, as the other was holding something black, that moved quickly in and out of her – her eyes were shut, and her moans were becoming more and more intense. She was close, he could practically smell it in the room, and he bit his lip, as he watched Y/N come undone while moaning for him.

“Seems you could use a little help, doll.” He said after she had come down from her high. She shrieked and her eyes snapped open, staring at him with wide eyes. The muffled sound of the vibrating dildo that was still inside of her filled the room, and he thanked all the lucky stars, she hadn’t considered removing it yet.

“What the hell, Steve?” she was blushing, and her hips jerked a little – she was being built up again, and she still wouldn’t remove the fucking toy. He shrugged and smirked at her. “Well, seeing as my name came from your lips, I’d suspect you’d need some.. Assistance.” He said slowly, moving closer to the bed. She jerked again and a tiny moan managed to sneak out from her reddened lips. “Fuck… I didn’t think you’d hear it.” She said breathlessly. “Well, I did.” He said. He was close enough to the bed to feel her heat.

“You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart. That fucking shirt and you just…” he growled as her chest heaved and she moved slightly, positioning herself. “I…” se closed her eyes as the dildo hit the right spot. “I… Did it for you, Captain.” His cock was painfully hard.

“Well, you should see what it did to me.” He said, cocking an eyebrow. He could feel it in the air. She was submissive to the point of her wanting all control from her. Her eyes lingered on the outline of his hard cock and she smirked. “Turn to me.” He said, and she did so without complaint. Still on her back, her head bent downwards from the edge of the bed, he had perfect access to her mouth and the blessed view of her playing with herself. “I want to be in your mouth while you play with yourself. Now.” He growled. She smirked. “Yes, Captain.” She opened her mouth as her fingers glided down to the dildo again, grabbing a firm hold on it, and slowly moving it in and out of her slick pussy. “Fuck yourself while I fuck your mouth.” He growled, and let his pants fall to his ankles – her mouth was ready for him and he guided himself into the warmth of her – he almost came undone by the feeling of her throat and tongue, working masterfully on him, as she fucked herself wit the dildo. He grabbed her throat and squeezed. She gasped around him, and he used it to push himself further in. he slowly started moving his hips, fucking her gently. She moaned and the vibrations caused him to move deeper than he wanted – she jumped and furiously started pounding herself with the dildo.

So she liked this.

He picked up the speed and facefucked her until he saw her tighten her entire body as she came undone by her own hands – and just in the nick of time, too, because he wanted to paint her. He pulled out of her mouth and a string of spit clung from her lips to his cock. He wished he could take a picture of her as she laid there, shaking a little and her face flushed. She was beautiful.

“Stay.” He ordered. She didn’t move an inch, the vibrations of her dildo still filling the silence as he stalked around the bed and placed himself between her legs. “Have you ever had two at the same time, baby?” she shook her head. He smirked. “Want to try?” she blushed and nodded. He grinned at her and kissed her thigh, biting the soft skin, causing her to yelp.

“Let me know if you want to stop or it’s too much, okay?” he said in a soft voice. “Steve fucking Rogers, I beg of you…” She mumbled. “No, what should you call me?” he asked, his fingers traveling up to replace hers on the dildo. She moaned. “What. Do. You. Call. Me?” he asked, every word emphasized by a deep jerk of the dildo. She groaned. “Fuck… Captain, I call you Captain.” He grinned. “Good girl…” he felt her becoming slicker by his words and made a mental note to use that more. He lined himself up under the dildo, and she drew a sharp intake of breath.

“Let me know if it’s too much.” He said quietly as he pushed into her, the dildo still in her – she mewled at the feeling, at he barely kept himself together as the vibrations from the dildo and her tightness surrounded him. He was shaking, trying to hold back, trying to not slam into her as he wanted. She rolled her hips, dragging him deeper. “Fuck me, Captain.” She moaned. he didn’t need to be told twice.

He slammed his hips into her thighs and pulled back – she was groaning and screaming, being filled completely, and he damned it all to hell – he wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, and he wanted it now. He picked up his pace, slamming into her harder and harder, reaching up to her throat and pinching off her air – she gasped, and he felt her pussy tighten around him, swallowing him even deeper. She was completely in his mercy and he fucking loved it. He knew she’d bruise from the pounding, but he didn’t care right now. He could feel her teetering on the edge, and he leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth, slamming his cock harder and harder, faster and faster, into her – he wanted to feel her come undone under him. He knew it was close, he was too, so at the same time as he let her throat go, he whispered to her.

“Come for your Captain, dirty girl.” She gasped for air and arched her back – her slick pussy clenched around him, and pulsated as she came hard – the dildo vibrating against her g-spot as he pounded her through her orgasm, him chasing his own.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Y/n…” she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slammed into her – the new angle was deeper and better, and she mewled loudly as he hit her cervix. “Fuck, cum for me, Captain…” She moaned, looking straight at him.

He couldn’t hold back. He roared as he emptied himself in her, hammering his hips against her soft flesh and painting her walls with himself. She was rolling her hips, cursing and writhing, and he slowly came down, lazily drawing back and forth in her.

She was panting hard and looked at him with a smile.

“So…” he chuckled and pulled out of her. “You were never really sick, were you?” She grinned at him and he laid down next to her, their combined juices lingering on him. “Nope.” He smirked. “Good thing.” She turned, resting her face in her arms with a small, satisfied smile.

“Well… We still got two days before the others come home.” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Movie?” she grinned.

“Movie.” She agreed and kissed his shoulder.

Maybe the dark and stormy nights weren’t as bad as he remembered them.

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[rushingheadlong]

Oh, You’re Good For Me - A Brian May x Reader kink fic

Summary: Brian comes to you to be tied up and to submit.

Wordcount: ~1,500

Warnings: D/s with sub!Bri, rope bondage... lots of sweet, gentle kink but no smut this time

Notes: Reader is referred to as “Sir” by Brian but it’s up to you if they’re a m!Reader, or a f!Reader using the “Sir” honorific as part of this D/s dynamic. Also tumblr wouldn’t let me upload this with the chest harness included in the graphic, but I pictured it looking like this [mostly sfw].

Brian always looks so pretty when he’s kneeling for you. Almost delicate, even, with his long limbs folded down and his chin ducked as you inspect your handiwork, his long curls falling forward to hide his face. He looks small, something that’s not an easy feat to achieve when he spends most of his time towering over everyone in the room, but it seems natural when it’s just the two of you.

You adjust one of the knots on his back, retying it so it sits in a better position, and ask, “How does that feel?”

Brian shifts, testing the ropes, feeling out where they give and where cinch tight around him as he moves. “Good,” he says in a quiet voice.

You tilt his chin up and brush his hair out of his face. He gives you a small, blissed-out smile, and you know that he’s already starting to go under. “You weren’t kidding when you said you needed this today, huh?” Brian just hums, and shifts in the ropes again, and even though you think you know the answer you still ask, “Do you just like how they feel, or does something need to be adjusted?”

“Just like how they feel,” Brian says. He turns his head to press a kiss to your hand. “Thank you, Sir.”

You feel like you’re the one who should be thanking Brian here. It still amazes you that Brian is so willing to give up control like this, that he trusts you enough to give you his submission outside the bedroom as well as within it. It’s an ordinary afternoon, nothing special going on, but Brian had still chosen to come to you to help relieve the stress that’s been mounting over the last several weeks, the pressures of the band and his own insecurities wearing him down until he had asked you to take the reins and take him out of his head for a little while.

There are a thousand ways you could do that and maybe, with a different partner, your day would be spent with floggers and chains- but not with Brian. In moments like this, you know Brian wants praise more than pain, wants to feel safe and cherished rather than degraded. And with him kneeling here, open and vulnerable for you, there’s nothing you’d rather do than shower him with all the love he deserves.

“You’re very welcome,” you tell him, and you give him a quick, chaste kiss, just because you can. “Alright, then. Hands next?”

Brian obediently holds his arms up in front of him. You wrap a shorter length of rope around his lower forearms, cinching his arms together but leaving his wrists and hands free because you know Brian gets anxious about something going wrong and his guitar-playing being affected by it. It’s the same reason you bind his hands in front of him, where he can check the rope and his circulation himself; Brian looks gorgeous with his arms tied behind him, shoulders pulled back enough that his chest is forced forward to compensate for the strain, but the effect is ruined by the way he can never let himself go under properly in that position.

So you save that for shorter play sessions, not days like today where you know Brian needs to be comfortable in his bondage for a longer period of time. Still, you watch as he tests the rope around his arms, like he tests everything, needing to feel it hold him before he’ll sink comfortably into the bindings. He flexes his wrists, bends his elbows, and when he settles back down it’s with a sigh and a release of tension that you know means you’ve done a good job.

You give him a once-over, checking that you haven’t forgotten anything. Thick loops of rope wrap around his thighs and calves, keeping him in a kneeling position because even if Brian wouldn’t move on his own anyway you know that he likes being made to stay where you put him. His arms obscure the pattern of the harness you wrapped around him, but that’s why you checked it earlier. You tied him in a boxy and angular design today to highlight the sharp lines of his frame, with knots positioned to dig into tender muscles if Brian tries moving too much.

“I think that’s everything,” you say at last. “Unless you want a gag, or a blindfold?”

Brian shakes his head. “Not today,” he says, but there’s a note of hesitation in his voice, like there is something else he wants that he can’t quite voice. You card gentle fingers through his hair as you give him the space to ask for what he needs, and he leans into your touch, eyes slipping closed for a moment before he lets go of the last of his hesitations and asks, “May I have a collar, Sir?”

The request takes you by surprise. What you have with Brian has never been so formal as to make collars a routine part of your play. You could make a rope one (he’d look so pretty with coils looped around his neck…) but you always have to be careful to not leave marks, and even if Brian is willing to take that risk today you’re not sure that you are. “What do you mean, darling?” you ask.

Brian tries to duck his head but you tighten your grip in his hair, just enough to hold him in place. He hisses, but stills underneath your hand and, after a moment, says, “I want to wear one of the chains. I want- I want to know that I’m yours, Sir.”

Oh. You relax your grip on Brian’s hair and he sags back down, dropping his head to hide his embarrassment behind his unruly curls. “Oh, pet, of course you’re mine. My beautiful, perfect boy,” you coo. You brush Brian’s hair back to kiss his forehead and you can see the small, pleased on his face now. “And I’ll never say no to you wearing one of my gifts. Do you have a preference for which one?”

Brian shakes his head. “No, Sir. I want you to choose.”

You kiss Brian again, because he’s being too sweet for you to resist. “Alright. I’ll be right back.”

You had given Brian a handful of simple, chain necklaces suitable for public wear. They’re useful for when Brian is feeling insecure but you don’t have the time or privacy to take care of him properly, or for when it takes him longer than expected to recover from a drop and needs that extra bit of reassurance to carry with him. You’ve never used them in moments like this before, but you’ll always give Brian whatever he wants.

Brian looks up when you return. His embarrassment is gone, but he’s back to being too much in his own head and that just won’t do. You show him the chain you chose and he nods in approval before ducking his head again so you can put it on him. You brush his hair aside so it doesn’t get caught in the clasp, and before you pull away you kiss, and then bite, behind his ear where any mark will be hidden by his hair. Brian whimpers softly and you smile against his skin.

You study him, tied up with your ropes, your chain nestled against the base of Brian’s neck, his eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly parted as he sinks easily back down into his submission. “Gorgeous,” you breath, and you can’t resist looping a finger underneath the chain so you can pull Brian forward into a kiss. “You’re so beautiful, baby, such a good boy for me.”

Brian melts under the praise, looking up at you in adoration, and you can’t believe how luck you are to get to see him like this. You kiss him again before letting go out the chain, and settling down into the armchair next to where Brian is kneeling. You spread you legs slightly and ask, “Can you get into place, or do you need help?”

“I can do it, Sir,” Brian says, voice so soft that it’s nearly a whisper. It’s a challenge for him to move with his legs tied together but eventually he settles between your legs with his back to you.

You scratch at his scalp and kiss the top of his head. “Perfect, darling, thank you.” Brian relaxes with a contented sigh, resting his head against your thigh.

Maybe later you’ll take Brian apart in different ways, turn him around so he can service you or slowly tease him until he falls apart within the confines of the rope. But for now all he needs is this, you petting at his scalp and down his shoulders, reassuring Brian with gentle touches that you’re here and that he’s yours.

[venactricisfics]

Training Day

Part 1

The Unit Based Story

"Did you kill it?" I smile at Beau's crate filled with the fluffy guts of the stuffed squirrel Charlie gave him. Beau gives me a look that confirms he did, in fact, destroy the intruder. I open and clean the crate. Beau watching me intently. 

"It takes you being surrounded by all this sweat testosterone to bring out your inner puppy?" I clip his leash to his harness. "PT time." 

I step out the back of the cage, dressed in a grey army t and black shorts and walk with Beau toward the track.  The run was invigorating. Opened up my mind to all the new that happened since I came to Fort Griffith. It was still me and my dog. But for the first time, I was falling in sync with people. Or at least I hoped I was. 

Beau ran through the obstacles three times before it was time to head back to the cave. We were running drills before our next mission. I had to prove how I meshed with the team with and without my dog. 

"Shit, " the locker room was full of guys, I wouldn't be able to change before the drill. I get Beau settled and grab my weapon from the locker. I didn't go overlooked by any of the men there. 

"It's true, " I hear a man scoff, "they have cracked and are letting women in here." 

"Women shouldn't be trusted with heavy firearms, " another says. 

"Really?" I cock a brow turning towards him, "Why is that?" 

"Women just have bad aim, " he stumbled over his words. 

"I have four brothers, I guaran-damn-tee you that men have worse aim than women, " I look between the men. "But you don't have to worry about Lil' old me. I don't fire a gun with my pussy so it's all good." His mouth falls open. 

"Damn, " I hear Charlie's voice smiling from behind me as I slam my locker closed. "That would be an interesting party trick." 

"Probably, " I relax a little and tighten my holster strap around my thigh and tug it tight to keep from rubbing against my skin. Once I had my kevlar on I was happy to only have shorts and a t-shirt under. The training area is hot as fuck. 

I listen as Mack runs through the drill instructions. Jonas and Col Ryan would be watching, judging. I supposed to see how well I actually fit. 

The room was divided into five sections. Mach assigned us our spot. We were responsible for taking out the pseudo threats without hurting the pseudo hostages. The hostages I noticed was the other team, including the two men who doubted me. 

I pushed all the shit from before away. I'd known guys like that my whole life. I couldn't let them get in my head. I didn't have shit to prove to them, just to my team. 

"Bet she's shit without that dog to protect her, " I heard one say as the door swings open. I push it down. No fear, no anger. I couldn't express it, at least not until the job was done. 

Bullets flew, expertly, each one of my teammates taking down their assigned targets. I aimed and fired. Narrowing my eyes at the target. Instead of a hole being blown through the paper target, an explosion of pink paint erupted. The two men just laughed as target after target was covered in pink paint. I changed my clip and fired again. More of the same. 

My cheeks burned with anger but I didn't react. They wanted to see me cry. To see me wash out of the Unit. 

"What in the fuck happened in there, Mitch?" Mack shouted as we left the staged room. "We run drills with live rounds." 

"I know, " I told him, "I loaded both clips with live ammo before I went for my run this morning." 

"And you left your clips in your locker?" Bob asked his voice calmer. 

"Yes, " it started to sink in, "Laurel and Hardy were in the locker room when I got back." 

"We'll take care of it, " Mack stated. "Come with me." He leads me back into the staging room. He scans each of my targets. The pink paint splatter a perfect bullseye. "Give me your weapon, " Mack says to me. I nod pulling my gun from its holster. He slides the clip open and pops the round out of the chamber. He drops the trick bullets in the laps of my hazers. 

"This is not a fucking game, " Mack inches his face closer to them, his fingers curling tight into the man's shirt. "You feel me?" 

"It was just a joke, " the man responded. 

"Does it look like any one of us is fucking laughing? You do shit like that in the field you get her and the rest of us killed," Mack pushes him back hard and draws his fist back landing it in his face. 

"Enough, " Col Ryan's voice barks from the doorway behind us. "Let him go Mack." Reluctantly Mack releases him.  "As for the two of you, " the Col's eyes narrow. "You pull a fucking stunt like that again you'll be booted so far out of the Unit you'll forget its existence." 

"Yes, sir, " they say in unison. 

"Get the fuck out of here, " Col Ryan orders. The two stumble over each other to leave the room. 

"You alright, Mitch? " I'd been watching the entire scene play out in shock, I barely heard Hector's voice over the noise in my head.  

"Yeah, I'm fine, " I told him. "No one other than my brothers has ever defended me like that." 

"We're your brothers now, " Bob said.  The rest of the guys nodded in agreement. 

"Carlito, " Mack grins, "is like that stepbrother that wants to fuck you." 

"Why you gotta make it sound like that?" Charlie scoffs. Though his lips curve into a smile. 

"I'm strangely ok with it, " I felt the weight of everything lifted from my shoulders. 

[coruscantexpat]

Bonds Unbroken - Chapter 11: An Answer and More Questions

Meetra leaned against the corridor wall, taking advantage of Kreia’s abrupt pause to catch her breath. It had taken them more than an hour to get halfway through the ship, and in that time they had encountered three more groups of cloaked Sith: two single assassins shortly after leaving navigation and a team of three fifteen minutes previous. Separately, the Sith were more than a challenge for her rusty combat skills and tenuous Force connection; three together would have killed her if she’d been alone. As it was, the last fight had done a number on the group. One of the assassins had slipped past her and Kreia and managed to clip Atton’s left shoulder with a force pike before Meetra could push him away, leaving the rogue unable to lift his arm high enough to make use of the second blaster. Meetra herself had taken a boot to the knee, resulting in painful limp, and a shallow cut from a hidden knife complemented the blaster scorch on her arm.

Kreia was the only one of the three to appear uninjured, though Meetra had seen the old woman take at least as many blows as she had. It didn’t slow Kreia down, however, and she refused to let the other two set a gentler pace. Glancing over her shoulder, the old woman’s mouth thinned as her blind eyes settled on Meetra’s slumped form. “Have our enemies agreed to allow us time to recuperate?” Meetra gave her a blank stare in return, refusing to rise to the bait. When a few moments passed without answer, Kreia turned away, no indication whether the lack of response upset her or not. “I suggest we continue.” She started forward without looking back to see if the others followed.

Expelling a heavy sigh, Meetra pushed herself away from the wall and straightened as much as her aching body would allow. Atton hovered just behind her shoulder, doing his best to pretend nonchalance and not sticking close enough to catch her if she stumbled. Though she could no longer sense others’ emotions, she didn’t need her Force connection restored to know that he was still angry with her for withholding the information about the Sith, but he was also concerned about her. Likely for his own safety, but still. There was some comfort in knowing that at least one of her companions were concerned for her well-being.

Ahead of Meetra, Kreia ducked into a short side hallway and cycled the door at the end of it. It opened into a wide room dominated by a long table in the center, surrounded on all sides by chairs placed an equal distance from each other. The three fanned out slowly, watching carefully for the telltale subtle flicker of the assassins’ cloaking devices, but, to Meetra’s relief, they appeared to be alone. Instinctively, she sank into the nearest chair while Kreia continued to prowl around the room and stretched out her injured leg. She muffled a hiss when pain lanced up through her knee and into her thigh and mentally added pulled muscles to the list of cuts, burns, and torn ligaments. Idly, she thumbed the harness pocket housing the medpacs, but decided against pulling one out. There were few to begin with and she would rather have them if something worse than the assassins was still lurking aboard the Harbinger.

“You alright?” She glanced up at Atton, still feigning only mild interest, and waved him away with a weak smile. Tired and hurt as she was, the idea of spending more time than absolutely necessary aboard the dead battleship made Meetra’s stomach clench.

Kreia rejoined them, satisfied with her exploration, and made a sharp gesture toward the door. Suppressing a pained groan, Meetra gathered her legs beneath and started to stand, but Atton gently pressed her back down with a hand on her shoulder. When Kreia raised an eyebrow, he shrugged with his good arm. “I think we can spare ten minutes.”

“Our pursuers will thank you when they catch up to us.”

“You think we’re gonna make any better time if one of us has to carry her?” Meetra grimaced, but she couldn’t deny the truth of Atton’s words. Medpacs would allow her to ignore the pain for a while, but without proper attention, her knee would eventually give out regardless and then she’d be even more of a liability. Atton dropped into the chair next to her with an air of finality and waved at the doorway. “That’s the only way in. With the door closed, we’ll know if those Sith bastards are here, even if they’re invisible. A ten minute break isn’t going to make the situation better or worse, but if you think you can make it out of here without us, by all means.” He folded his arms over his chest and met Kreia’s glare with his own.

After a long moment, during which Meetra was unsure if the old woman would back down or go for Atton’s throat, Kreia made a quiet noise of disgust and turned away, moving to sit at the end of the table furthest from them. Atton rolled his eyes and swiveled his chair to put his back to her, bringing him to face Meetra. “You need help with that?” he asked, pointing at her knee.

“Only thing that’ll really help is getting off it,” she said, “but thank you for offering.” A moment of hesitation, and then she continued. “And thank you for getting me a break.”

“Who said it was just for you?” His tone sounded offended, but it was just over the top enough for Meetra to realize he was joking. “Just like a Jedi to be so self-absorbed.” He grinned and leaned out of the way when she swatted at him half-heartedly, then grimaced as the motion tugged at his shoulder. Meetra started to apologize, but he held up a hand and shook his head, turning instead to inspect a small console set in the center of the table. “Think this has anything useful on it?”

“Maybe - probably not, though,” Meetra admitted. “It’s probably older than anything on the bridge terminals.” She purposefully didn’t broach Atton’s reaction to her delayed revelation of the information from said terminals and noted that he did the same.

“Can’t hurt to check.” Atton flipped through the first few logs, but they all appeared corrupted, shot through with too much white noise to even make out the audio. The last one, however, started to clear up after it began. Captain Donshe’s visage gradually materialized, mid-conversation.

“... wanted to check with you, sir, before diverting course from Telos.” There was a strained undertone to his voice, but nothing like what Meetra had heard on the logs in navigation. Definitely before whatever had slaughtered the ship’s crew. “There appears to be some battle that has taken place in the sector, and we’ve received a distress signal.”

The feed switched to display a younger man a bit roughly Meetra’s own age, maybe four or five years her senior. His dark hair was swept to the side, bangs hanging loosely over his brow, though not as long as Atton’s. A goatee covered the lower part of his face, giving him a roguish-look that clashed with Donshe’s deference. Meetra vaguely recognized him from the little information that had disseminated to the Outer Rim since her departure from civilized space - Carth Onasi, a Republic pilot and allegedly one of Revan’s companions during her reappearance five years previous. “You have permission to divert course, Captain. If there’s a Sith presence in the region, I want you to investigate.” He paused and Meetra was startled by the naked hope that flashed across his face. “The ID signature on the freighter… did you get confirmation on it?”

If Donshe saw the desperation in the other man’s eyes, he didn’t give any indication, either oblivious to it or tactfully ignoring it. “Yes, sir. We did not have the vessel listed in our databanks, so we transmitted the code to you - was there a match?”

Carth nodded, but Meetra noted he was careful to keep his emotions in check this time. “There was, Captain. If you find any trace of that vessel - even wreckage, I want it.” Donshe saluted in affirmation, which the younger man returned before continuing. “After you have investigated the sector, resume course to Telos with the passenger.” Meetra’s eyes narrowed at the veiled mention of her person. “It is of the highest importance that she reach Telos.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll make sure she arrives intact.”

“Good hunting, Captain. Admiral Onasi out.” Meetra kept her face blank, but inside her chest clenched tightly. If Carth, another person who knew and traveled with Revan for an extended period, was the one who wanted her found and brought out of exile, the implications scared her. Nothing from that part of her life was anything she wanted to revisit.

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[superhusbands4ever]

To Infinity... and Beyond!

Halloween is coming up and after watching a certain toy themed movie, Peter knows exactly what he wants to do. He’s just going to need a little help.

Tony would like to submit this as evidence that he will do anything for his son. Including dressing up as a toy cowboy. (Ao3)

Pepper had just sat down at the bar, heels kicked off and martini in hand when she heard someone clink up behind her.

“Reach for the sky!”

Pepper turned to see what craziness she was about to get pulled into today and nearly spit out her drink at the sight in front of her.

Tony was there wearing a yellow and orange plaid shirt with dark blue jeans and a brown belt with a giant buckle. His jeans were tucked into his cowboy boots, which had spurs on the ankle that clinked as he moved his feet. He wore a cowhide vest with a sheriff pin attached, and to top it all off, he had a red paisley ascot tied around his neck, and a brown cowboy hat on his head.

“Oh my god,” Pepper whispered, trying to contain her glee.

“Hey there, pretty lady,” Tony said in a gaudy southern accent, “come here often?”

“Dear god, Tony, what are you doing?”

“What?” Tony asked with a grin. He put his hands on his hips and sauntered over to stand next to Pepper at the bar. “Am I not the rootinest, tootinest cowboy you ever seen in these parts?”

“Have you finally fell off the deep end,” Pepper asked, mock seriousness in her voice as she reached out to put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Is this a cry for help?”

“Oh har, har,” Tony said, voice back to normal. He brushed Peppers hand off his shoulder and sat down next to her. “If you must know, I did it for Peter.”

“Peter, yeah, sure,” Pepper said, her face cracking as she gave into her amusement, “are you sure this isn’t just some weird new role play thing with Stev--”

“No,” Tony said, mock glaring at Pepper out of the corner of his eye. “We let Peter watch Toy Story last month and it’s all he can talk about now. He wanted to be someone from the movie for Halloween and he made us all dress up. He picked the costumes for everyone.”

“Wait, everyone?” Pepper said, her face alight with glee. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Right here,” Steve’s voice sounded behind her.

Pepper turned and nearly fell over in laughter. The other Avengers walked through the door, all dressed in some sort of Toy Story themed costume.

Steve was dressed as Buzz Lightyear, his costume top quality no doubt thanks to Tony. It looked like he was really dressed in the white, green, and purple plastic astronaut costume, complete with a button on the arm that pulled back the retractable plexiglass helmet. He even had the weird purple head wrap thing on.

Natasha was dressed in a similar fashion to Tony, no doubt supposed to be Jessie. Her hair, now dyed a deep, bright red, was tied back in a French braid beneath her cowboy hat. Her shirt was white and yellow instead of Tony’s plaid, and her jeans flared down over her cowboy boots instead of tucking in. Halfway down the thigh her pants changed from jean to cowhide pattern. The spurs on her boots clink as she walks as well.

Clint’s entire person is painted in military green, from his skin, to his hair, to his clothes. He’s dressed in an old timey army uniform and helmet. She isn’t sure how he managed to get himself so thoroughly covered in the paint, but looking at him makes her glad she isn’t the one who has to remove it all later.

She has to hold back a snort when she looks at Thor, who looks positively ridiculous in his Mr. Potato Head bodysuit costume. His arms and legs are covered in form fitting black material, his hands covered in white gloves. Around his middle, a giant, bulging Mr. Potato Head sack hangs, complete with eyes, nose, mustache, and mouth. He looks, quite frankly, idiotic, but somehow still manages to look like an imposing figure.

The last two costumes confuse her. She looks at Bruce, who seems to look completely normal except for the fact he’s wearing a blue onesie with a green spaceship type image stitched up into the corner. His hands are covered in green gloves, his feet in black shoes, but otherwise looks normal.

“I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head at the craziness of it all, “ but what are you supposed to be?”

Bruce stares her down with a blank expression for a moment before reaching behind himself to pull up the hood on the onesie. With the hood up, Pepper is presented with the three eyed green alien from the movie.

“You have saved our lives, we are eternally grateful,” Bruce deadpans in a nasally voice.

Pepper nods, covering her mouth with one hand to try and contain her laughter, before turning to the last man of the group.

Bucky is standing next to Steve and wearing much the same outfit, only Bucky’s also contains a pink, frilly apron tied around the chest with a red heart in the middle. He also has a blue bowler hat with a white daisy placed outside the helmet on top of the plexiglass.

“Okay, I’m confused,” she says, looking back and forth between Steve and Bucky. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Toy Story but I’m pretty sure there is only one Buzz Lightyear.”

“Oh no, no, no, wait until you see this,” Tony said with glee, moving around her to stand beside Bucky. “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen, watch—“

She watches as Bucky removes his left arm and hands it to Tony. She watches with morbid fascination as Tony whips the arm back and forth, the joints bending easily, the hand and the forearm flopping around as he moves it.

Bucky pulls a small, plastic teacup from somewhere and holds it up in front of him, pinky extended.

She sees Steve in the corner of her eye roll his eyes and reach up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“Alright, go,” Tony says.

Bucky holds the teacup in front of himself.

“I am MISSUS. NESBIT.” He says in a weird, pinched, high voice before cackling and laughing in a high pitched, hysterical manner.

She watches on, feeling slightly disturbed, until Tony presses a button on Bucky’s costume so the helmet retracts, sending his bowler hat flying backwards, and slaps him across the face with Bucky’s arm.

Bucky and Tony both turn to her expectantly.

“Well, that was… that was something.”

“Oh, come on, don’t you get it?!” Tony said, waving Bucky’s arm at her. “This is comedy gold, people.”

“Don’t wave that thing at me, you’re going to hurt someone,” Pepper scolded, stepping away from the flailing arm.

“Don’t worry, it’s harmless,” Tony says, reaching up with the arm to hit himself on the head. “I made him a new arm especially for this costume. It’s just standard toy plastic, it doesn’t really hurt and he can’t feel anything with it anyway.”

“Right,” Pepper sighs as she watches Bucky reattach his arm. “And I’m sure that was the costume Peter picked for Bucky.”

“Well, I may or may not have had a hand in that one,” Tony, running a hand along his neck. “But come on, that was the perfect opportunity!”

Pepper exchanges an exasperated but fond glance with Steve as Bucky and Tony high fived.

“You’re all whipped,” Pepper proclaimed, looking around at the group before her.

She was saved from having to further comment by JARVIS speaking instead.

“Pardon the interruption, Sir, but Master Peter would like to relay a message into the living room.”

“Shoot, J,” Tony said, brushing lint off of his shoulder.

Suddenly, the speakers crackled and Peter’s voice could be heard ringing out throughout the room.

“Andy’s comin’, Andy’s comin’!”

Faster than Pepper could even blink, the Avengers all dropped to the ground and lay there, as if a marionette had cut their strings. She stood there, unsure what to do as she looked down at the collapsed heroes before her.

Not long after, small but fast food steps could be heard from the hallway. Peter appeared from around the corner, looking mostly normal. He wore a green shirt and blue shorts with white tennis shoes. On his back was a pair of toy Buzz Lightyear wings, and on his head was a cowboy hat that matched Natasha’s.

He stopped when he took in the costumes adults on the ground, laying still as though sleeping.

“They did it, they did it!” Peter exclaimed excitedly, jumping in excitement. He quickly raced over to Pepper and grabbed her hand, practically shaking with happiness.

“Didja see, Aunt Pepper?”

“I did, Peter! That’s really cool! I take it that means you’re Andy?”

Peter nodded, biting his lip. “Mhmm. Look!”

She looked down at the group on the ground and, sure enough, on the bottom of everyone’s left shoe, written in awkward, childlike letters was the word “Andy”.

She felt a warmth in her chest as she looked down at the heroes before her. These people, these adults, were the Avengers. Some of the most powerful people on the planet. Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

Brought to heel by a five year old that had them all wrapped around his finger.

She watched as Peter ran over to Tony and jumped onto his stomach, causing Tony to let out an “oomph!” as he sat up to hold Peter in his arms.

“Daddy, you did it! Just like you said you would!”

“I told you we would, baby. You just gotta make sure we’re not in anyone’s way or anywhere we could get hurt and we’ll do it, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter nodded, hands clenching Tony’s costume as he stood back up. “Can we go trick or treating now?”

Tony laughed. “Yeah, bud. We can go trick or treating now.”

Peter threw his hands up in the air and cheered before squirming to be let back down. Once his feet hit the ground, he ran over to Steve to help him get up, only to let out a squealing giggle as Steve grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, tickling his sides.

Tony stepped up beside her.

“Wanna come with? I’m pretty sure I’ve got a Bo-Peep costume in the shop with your name on it.”

“As fun as that sounds,” Pepper said genuinely, smiling at Tony as he pulled her into a hug. “I am exhausted. I think I’m going to head home and take a warm bath, get ready for trick or treaters.”

“Suit yourself,” Tony shrugged, kissing her cheek with a smile.

“Take tons of pictures though,” Pepper said, “I want to see how this goes.”

“Fair enough,” Tony said, glancing around at the other Avengers. The had all made a pile on the ground, all reaching out and trying to grab Peter for tickles as he ran around them all.

“You’re a good father, Tony,” Pepper said softly, grabbing Tony’s hand and squeezing before letting go. “I’m proud of you. He’s going to remember this for the rest of his life.”

“Thanks,” Tony said, his face flushing a little at the genuine compliment. “I’m trying. He makes me want to do better. Be better… than—“

“I know,” Pepper smiled. “And you are. No doubt about that.”

“Daddy, can we go now?” Peter begged, running up next to Tony and tugging on his shirt sleeve. “Uncle Clint says we gotta go now or else all the good candy will be gone!”

“He would say that,” Tony said dryly, reaching down to pick Peter up and place him on his hip. He leaned over and blew a raspberry on Peter’s cheek, causing the little boy to shriek with laughter, leaning away to try and escape.

“Alright, kiddo,” Tony said, turning to join the other Avengers. Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck and rested his head on Tony’s shoulder.

“Let’s go get some candy.”