#theres no more of that happening above the collar

[wizisbored]

im pretty sure at this point that the running iron is going to involve a version of a mens corset to give the centaurs some back support while theyre trudging through the desert all day and logically i know theres no reason for them not to just be a regular mens corset with an altered waistline but the urge to just throw horse tack at it is strong

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for the first time

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!virgin!reader

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, pet names, jj being a softy, porn without plot, slapping, praise kink, blood, aftercare

summary: finally ready after being with jj for 7 months, you ask jj if you can take it a step further.

authors note: tbh i’m probably gonna make two more parts to this so i hope you guys enjoy it

part one | part two | part three

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do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“what if something goes wrong? or what if i do something wrong?” you asked nervously. you cuddled in closer to him, legs tangled together with your head on his chest.

jj chuckled and ran a comforting hand over your thigh. “baby, nothings gonna go wrong. i promise. just relax and let me do all the work.”

you pouted lightly and cuddled in closer to him. “what if i like, accidentally punch you or something?”

that made him really laugh. “you won’t,” he said through his fit of laughter. “but hey, theres a first time for everything.”

you lightly slapped his stomach and hid your face in his neck. “that’s not funny, j.”

“it’s kinda funny,” he defended. “if you don’t wanna do this, we don’t have to. i don’t wanna make you feel like i’m pressuring you into this.”

you shook your head immediately against him. “i want to. ‘m just scared.”

“there’s nothing to be scared about, baby,” he reassured. “you trust me?”

“‘course i trust you j.”

he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. “then let me do all the work. i promise you nothing bad will happen to you when you’re with me. and if i do get punched or something, all good. sounds kinda hot.”

you slapped his chest again, making him laugh and pull you closer. he used the hand that wasn’t resting on your back to lift your chin up. he leaned down to gently connect your lips. he pressed in further and applied more pressure, hands finding your waist to pull you into his lap.

you smiled against his lips at his eagerness, only for the moment to be cut short when his hands squeezed your bottom through your shorts, making you gasp at the suddenness.

he used the opportunity to slip his tongue through your parted lips to begin exploring every inch he already knew so well. one of his hands came off your ass for a second just to come back with a hard slap. your hips bucked on top of his, making the both of you moan.

he grabbed your hips and smoothly rolled you over so you were now underneath him, jj straddling your legs as he began leaving soft kisses down your jawline and neck. once he reached the collar of your t-shirt, he tugged at the bottom. “can i take this off, sweet girl?”

you nodded and hummed. “mhm.” he swiftly pulled it over your head with your assistance of lifting yourself off the bed before his lips were back on you. they trailed down your neck to over the tops of your breasts then down your stomach.

you laughed slightly at the ticklish feeling. his hands held your waist as he splayed more kisses over your stomach, loving the sound of your laugh. you giggled harder and lightly pushed his head away. you could feel him smile against your skin as he kissed lower towards the waistband of your shorts. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered against your skin. “can i?”

“please,” you said breathily. your lifted your hips off the bed as he tugged your shorts down and threw them somewhere on the floor. he tugged his tank off and over his head as he began to grow hotter, throwing it somewhere like he’d done with your shorts.

you marveled at his toned stomach and tanned skin as long as you could before he was back to leaving kissed above the waist band of your panties. “look at you, baby. bein’ so good for me,” he praised, grabbing your bent legs and spreading them further so he could kiss the insides of your thighs. “my gorgeous girl.”

you hid your face under your arms, beginning to blush at the compliments and praise you were getting.

he placed a kiss over your panties just above your core, hands soothing over the insides of your thighs. “still doin’ okay, sweetheart?”

you nodded. “‘m okay.”

“is it good if i take ‘em off?” he asked softly, hands still caressing your thighs lovingly.

you took a deep breath and nodded once again. “yeah.”

his signature smile returned before he was shimmying your panties off and stuffing them into his back pocket. “fuck, baby. you’re so beautiful.” he laid down between your legs on his stomach, his pointer finger lightly running down your slit to see how you reacted.

once his finger bumped your clit, your eyes shut and your hips bucked up slightly. he did it again, but this time, you felt his mouth on you.

his tongue ran up your core, stopping at the top to lightly suck on your sensitive little button. your head tipped back against the pillows as you moaned loudly and gripped the sheets by your head. “tastes so good, princess.”

your lips parted when he continued doing it, holding your hips down to keep your from moving to much.

“oh, fuck, jj,” you moaned breathlessly, your hips starting to grind into his mouth.

he flattened his tongue against it before dragging it down and prodding at your entrance with the tip of the wet muscle.

your teeth caught your bottom lip, trying to silence the moans that were begging to spill. he dragged it back up, moving to suck on your clit yet again but with more pressure this time. your hands flew to his hair, lightly pulling when the pleasure began to get to be too much for you to handle. “fuck, jj. feels so good.”

“doin’ so well for me, pretty girl. so fuckin’ good.” and his mouth was back on you again immediately. his middle finger prodded at your entrance, rimming around it as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. “can i?”

you felt his finger pressing against you lightly. “yes. please.” you begged weakly.

the tip of his middle finger gently slipped into you, allowing you to get used to the foreign feeling before slowly pushing in to the first knuckle. he watched your face contort from one of discomfort into one of pleasure in a matter of seconds.

“oh, god, jj,” you moaned out. “‘m so close.”

“you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me, angel. best pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he praised. he pressed his finger in further, slowly beginning to move it in and out when he heard your pretty moans become more constant. “think you can handle another?”

you nodded eagerly, opening your eyes for a second to look down at him. “mhm,” you hummed. he carefully added his ring finger, both now stretching you out in the best way possible. he curled them inside you, making you bite your lip so hard you were sure you had drawn some blood. “right there, please j, right there.”

he could feel you clenching around his fingers. “such good girl. you gonna cum for me? hmm? gonna cum on my fingers?”

you were so close. right there. all you needed was that last little push. and he was right there to give it to you. his mouth found your clit again, sucking and licking at it while his fingers thrusted in and out of you.

“oh fuck. jj, ‘m coming,” you warned, hips bucking up to meet his mouth, legs shaking and hands pulling at his hair. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

he dragged it out a little longer before he felt your hands pushing his head lightly when the pleasure began to be too much. he slowly pulled his fingers from you and crawled up your body with soft kisses to follow, the last one landing on your lips. “you okay, pretty girl?”

you nodded, legs still shaking with the aftershock. “why is it doing that?” you asked, beginning to panic.

“you’re okay, baby. you’re fine. it happens. it was just intense,” he reassured, running his hand up your side and placing gentle kisses over the tops of your breasts.

you felt a gush between your legs, making you feel uneasy. when you leaned up on your forearms to see, you could see the white milky liquid tinged with red pooling between your thighs.

jj could see the embarrassed look on your face. “hey, hey it’s okay, sweetheart. it was your first time, happens to everyone. you’re fine, i promise.” you covered your face with your hands. “it’s fine. i swear. nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“j, i just bled on your sheets,” you said almost painfully.

he shook his head and got up to grab some towels. “it happens, baby. you’ve never had anything inside you and now that you have, it’s gonna bleed a little. it’s all good. you enjoy yourself?” you nodded shyly. “then don’t worry about it. i got a washing machine for a reason.”

he gently ran the towel along your puffy cunt, wiping up the mess the two of you had made before getting up to put the used fabric in the bathroom.

he disappeared once more before returning with a bottle of water. “here. drink some,” he said as he handed it off to you. you thanked him and took a few sips and he made himself comfortable next to you and waited for you to cuddle into him.

“you did so good for me today, pretty baby. might have to do this more often.”

[offbranddrpepsi]

Hi! Loved your yandere chamber headcannons, could I request yandere reyna headcannons?

Fuck yeah lets go, Ill include SFW and NSFW with NSFW below the cut in case people/you want both.

warning: mentions of blood, she must nibble for she is reyna

Reyna is already a bit more aggressive, more forward, so her Yandere nature goes under the rug for the most part

As soon as shes gained interest in you shes always lurking, watching your heart beat through walls and coming in the moment it rises.

Shes touchy but thats normal with people she has affection for, but with you its possessive. She makes sure others see her giving you a kiss on the cheek or a head pat. When theres competition she has an arm around you, tapping her fingers rhythmically on you so the movement keeps the other persons focus

She knows you scent well, how your soul moves and hums. She uses this to keep tabs on you, being able to hunt you down the moment you're out of he sight, warning you to be careful the moment shes tracked you down.

If you come by here with even the hint of someone else on you, be it Yoru's cologne he sprayed liberally after training or Sage's office after a meeting, she is immediately on you. She hugs you, nuzzles you, and hangs around you until you smell of her again. You accuse her of sent marking you like a cat, neon even joins in on teasing her, but she can't deny it because well she is. She smells great so it's not really an issue if it lingers over you for a bit, who would hate smelling like roses and laundry?

Unlike how some others may be Reyna is very upfront and once you seem the smallest bit receptive of her advances she asks you out which is hard to refuse, shes gorgeous and caring and absolutely obsessed with you.

Reyna is a perfect girlfriend though a bit clingy and overbearing. She meets your needs, takes care of you, encourages you to be the best version of yourself, etc. Anything you could want in a partner she provides however it comes with a possessiveness that always seems to hug jealousy.

You aren't really allowed to go any where she isn't, she doesn't trust others to not go for you or hurt you. You have to tell her, and sometimes ask, about leaving the house which she always joins or makes you call her for the duration. She has lost so much and she will be damned if she loses you too so, despite it being concerning, you let it happen since it makes her feel safe.

Her room becomes yours. You're greeted with addictive kisses that sometimes involve blood as, yes, she bites as a form of affection. One such bite nearly always rests just above your collar, just enough to show you are owned. Reyna never makes you cover up but she sure as hell visually intimidates anyone that looks at you.

When it comes to removing anyone that would separate you two Reyna is like a well trained predator. People vanish without a trace, she and her sister get the souls they so desperately need, you stay safe in her claws without a chance to wiggle free. It's like a lioness keeping a stray gazelle in her den, eventually you don't feel the danger as she is entirely passive to you. Even if her works uncovered she can defend herself, after all she needs to eat and feed her sister and these people were bad people anyways so who cares if they go missing?

Reyna also absolutely does not let you out on the battlefield anymore. She fights Sage and Brimstone tooth and nail to get you removed from active service while she cries to you how her heart just can't take seeing you in danger. You are put on base duty which just means you are in charge of taking care of Reyna when she gets back, what ever that may mean, as well as sitting nice and pretty until she does.

She also does dress you to the nines, making sure you have the best version of what ever you want to wear. Reyna is stunning and has many events she goes to but you are so much more stunning wrapped around her arm. At these events she gifts you a specific set of jewelry to wear; a very nice choker with a purple diamond surrounded by gold, representative of her heart, with gold bangles that have a band of amethyst ran through them, and a black ring with a purple gem similar to the eye she summons to blind people. Eventually you wear the choker all the time and later the ring becomes your engagement ring. It is always so so very clear who you belong to and who pulls the strings in your life.

NSFW

The moment you let her claim your body it is everything she hungers for. She craves you more than she does souls and makes this well known, never hiding her need for you against her.

Of course she is an aggressive, borderline feral, lover. Your body is a patchwork of bites, claw marks, bruises. Her bites are not simple love bits, no, she draws blood and always does.

Your blood is heaven for her though she only ever takes a taste and makes sure to clean your wounds well. You look more like a cat bigger cat got you really well while playing too rough, which is kinda what happened. She often will ask for a taste as a pick me up, taking a little nibble of your neck before giving you an appreciative kiss and zooming off to do her work.

Because of how affectionate she is you are also well versed in how your own blood tastes as well as how your own fluids taste. She cant help herself as you moan and squirm against her, only being able to finish what shes doing before her mouths on yours. At first it was jarring but the more she did it the more you grew used to it, though she does still try not to get too much in your mouth as she doesn't want you to be sick.

Reyna must taste you so that becomes how she has you. Her mouth taking what ever it wishes for as long as it wishes. It is a mercy for her to fuck you and let you fall over the edge she keeps you on for so so long.

When ever you let her she will always take you be it behind a wall just away from others, in your workspace, the shower, your room; there is no where this woman wont fuck you.

Sadly she does often fuck you past your limits. It doesn't matter how much you plea with her, you are hers and she will have that the moment you let her and will not let up until shes satisfied. Her stamina is so much greater than yours so you are just a mess. You aren't her fuck toy, no she hates that, you are feeding her and of course if you're in distress she will stop and you do have a rarely used safe word. Most days you cant walk, your everything is sore, sometimes you look so messy you can't leave her bed until you've healed. No matter how much she does this you never seem to build up the stamina to match.

Regardless of how much she breaks you, she always makes sure to put you back together. She tends to you just as furiously as she fucks you, making sure you are perfectly prepped for your next encounter.

As a bit of herself she gives to you, she lets you decorate her for these events. You dress her, adorn her in jewels and gold, make her into the goddess she is so she can tear into you once again. She looks divine as she fucks you in any way possible, bringing you orgasm after orgasm all in exchange for a tiny amount of your blood at the start.

Of course she also makes you please her. Placing herself on your face she rides you until you are a mess. She lets you fuck her until you can't anymore and then turns to fuck you until shes pleased. Nights with Reyna often aren't nights but days but its euphoric and breaks you enough you cannot resist going again.

[dawning-day]

top 15 tv shows (in no particular order except i did number them bc otherwise i would forget to do 15)( love u @soleadita and fuck with the icon change immensely)

crashing (2016) call me marissa cooper the way i am ruthlessly stealing this pick but yeah it's. it's insane and fantastic and terrible and beautiful and so much happens so fast but its so so important to me

inside job (it's gross and weird and funny and sad and it's one of the only times i was genuinely upset when i heard about a show being cancelled)

young justice (pointing at an on fire garbage can - this is my son and i love him)

gilmore girls (comfort media of all time what else do you need)

bob's burgers (similar to the above it's very i am falling asleep to the weird bisexual man who is a mess at all times except for how much he loves his family)

fleabag (why yes i have a perfectly normal relationship with the catholic church and the concept of being truly known. why would you ask. and yeah i real life cried)

yuri on ice (idk if anime counts but fuck around and find out this is My List (tm)) ((it's beautiful and soft and lovely and sad and stressful and i listened to the instrumental track so many times it was on my spotify top songs. it's literally just a piano and a boy with a dream and i have wept about it))

given (it's the first anime i ever watched all the way through which in retrospect, fucking insane way to come out of the gate. as a Band Kid (tm) who wanted to be a theater kid but was bad at speaking in front of groups of people, this show did a lot to my psyche in the best way possible)

will (enough with the tears its time for something almost embarrassingly niche. in 2017 TNT had a drama series about william shakespeare and to this day it remains one of the greatest things ive ever seen. jamie campell bower plays the sluttiest version of christopher marlowe you've ever seen in your life. it's chaotic and ridiculous and i absolutely adore it. i have no idea where to find it im pretty sure they want us to forget it exists but i cant)

numb3rs (silly little show about a nervous man who solves murder with the power of math and being a pathetic little wife guy to the hottest woman ive ever seen. theres an episode about trains that i think rewired something in my brain)

white collar (look at me. obviously im a white collar guy. come on now)

invincible (i think ive seen the pilot episode like 4 times. i genuinely think it redefined to me what superhero media could be. oh i adore it more than anything. it's only 9 because i haven't seen season 2 yet but holy shit. holy shit. media of all time. if you want to know me fundamentally and wholly please watch the pilot. i'll watch it again anytime im not kidding)

teen titans (cherished childhood media of all time. only group of people who have ever understood dick grayson)

bridgerton season 2 (i'm bias on account of just finishing it yesterday but holy shit two people have never been in love like they are in love)

the flash (cw) (im sorry to both my mother and god for this one but unfortunately i don't have taste and also it's the reason i started caring about dc in the first place which is the reason i got back on tumblr and met all the cherished gay people in my telephone so yeah. barry allen's allowed to be cringe as fuck i owe him everything)

leo already tagged everyone i know on here but if u see this pls do it and @ me im nosy

[notasapleasure]

Thank you @stripedroseandsketchpads for the request for follow-up angst!

I’d love a few more sentences of bb!Cass if you are inclined bc ow my heart </3 fambly…

Careful what you wish for, friend :')

This part takes Cahuan's journey north up to the bayou region of the Gulf of Mexico. Descriptions are based on a skim-read of the pre-colonial Woodland culture/Mississippian culture pages on Wikipedia, so....sorry if it's way out there. Theres a note at the end but feel free to say if it needs more notes or tags!

CW like. So much angst and trauma oh my god. I'm so sorry blorbo. Child slavery, violence against children, veiled references to rape.

If you want to be even more miserable ask me about my inspiration from a who do you think you are? episode!

Part two:

As promised by the jaguars, Cahuan had been kept with his family and the three of them had been traded to a middle man who spoke more languages than Cahuan had ever heard back in Tollan. The market was a swirl of bodies and smells and sounds, and their mother didn't remember to hold onto them, so Cahuan took her hand and his sister's hand and glowered at anyone who looked too long at one or the other of them.

The bruise on his face from the blow he'd taken saved him from any similar attention. His jaw was swollen and ached when he spoke, but there was nothing he wanted to say. He shushed Quauhtli if she tried to ask him anything - it was better to seem grown up and confident than to have to admit he didn't have any of the answers she was desperate for.

The ones that went round his own head were the ones he wished most fervently he knew the answers to: Where is father? When will he come and correct this mistake?

His father didn't come, though. None of the buyers were Nonoalca - only the slaves.

The man who bought them wore strange clothes and smelled of the sea. Cahuan didn't know it was the sea at first, he just knew that the man had skin that was dark and burnished like baked grain, that his clothes were stiff and salty, and there was nothing of the land about him. He didn't smell of soil or charcoal or crops or the hearth, and this was unnerving.

Cahuan didn't want to go with him. He didn't like the way the man smiled at his mother and ran his fingertips over her jaw and neck and shoulder. He glowered and tugged on his mother's hand, but she tossed her head above her wooden collar and snapped, "Cahuan! Stop squeezing so hard - how will I work if you break my fingers?"

Confused by her anger, he looked between her and the buyer and wrapped his little sister in his arms protectively. The threat that weighed in the buyer's eyes when he looked at their mother was absent when he grinned down at the children, and despite himself, Cahuan felt his eyes widen with awe at the man's gold-tipped, filed teeth.

He didn't know what the man paid for them, and even as they were led away he craned his neck in the crowd, looking for his father.

It didn't feel real. None of it was right - he supposed he'd soon wake up from a dream in the shade of the maize at the edge of the amaranth plantation. His mother would smile her warm smile, the one that mocked him a little but told him how fond she was of him. She'd tell him to get up and carry the basket of seed heads, and she'd let Quauhtli ride on her back as they walked home through a patchwork of shady avenues.

The night after they were sold, their mother told Cahuan that whatever happened he must be quiet and obedient and, above all, observant. "Learn what you can, whenever you can, however it happens. Listen, and learn from what you hear. Take every skill you are offered. Be useful, be clever. One day you may be free, and when that happens you will be able to take your compensation with you and build a life with it."

In the beginning it was like a game, or a challenge he could play against himself, or against Quauhtli. He took note of everything in his new surroundings, he listened to every word his master spoke in every language. It was harder as they began the onwards journey though - he could only learn so much from stumbling over gritty, uneven tracks under the weight of a frame laden with wares. His shoulders pinched and he tried to explain he couldn't keep on going with the pain, but the buyer didn't seem to understand. He cuffed Cahuan round the head and ordered him to keep walking. His mother had to carry another frame of wares and Quauhtli tottered along with a stack of cloth balanced on her head.

Cahuan started to long for his father to come and save them again. He was too tired to care what the merchant said to others on the road, or in what language. He didn't care what little trades happened on the journey; none of them ever lightened the load of his burden.

His shoes disintegrated on the rough track and he was taught to wrap his feet in rags. He cried when he saw the sea because it seemed to mean this was definitely a dream - he couldn't really be at the sea. His father had promised to take him there when he was older, but his father still hadn't come for them.

"No tears for the gods!" the merchant who owned them said heartily. He wiped Cahuan's face with a good cloth and folded it inside his own pack. "At sea we want fine weather. You'll enjoy it more if it's fine."

"I don't want to go to sea!" he exclaimed, eyes welling with tears of anger this time.

The merchant just smiled. "You say that now. Once you've been on the water you'll never want to come back to land."

The water was warm and blue as pure turquoise. It was so kind on his aching feet and his bruised body when he waded into it to wash himself. It felt thick and soupy compared to the freshwater rivers and irrigation channels of home, and seemed to cling to his skin like the dust on the road.

He was tired and sore, but he wanted to know everything again when he saw the canoes. He wanted to know how something so big and so heavy could float like a bird on the surface. It gave him something cheerful to talk to his sister about, and he counted the vessels with her, and tested his rudimentary understanding of some new words he'd heard.

Their laughter pleased their owner. Cahuan and his family were the only slaves this man owned - he was no noble, nor even a man who dealt principally in war captives. He spent his time travelling up and down the coast, shifting people and goods around like an aimless patolli player, moving his pieces back and forth and going nowhere. He fed them well and wasn't cruel to them for the sake of it, but he made use of them to carry as many items as possible to his next market rendezvous.

At night, when they stopped travelling, he gave his clothes to Cahuan's mother to repair, and he smoked a pipe as he listened to her sing while she worked. At that time, Cahuan liked to think of the blades his father whittled from obsidian, and he imagined the firelight sparking off one as his father appeared from the darkness to plunge it into the merchant's neck.

But when he fell asleep it was never his father emerging from the night beyond the campfire, it was a two-faced, snarling jaguar.

If he woke up in a sweat to see his sister staring solemnly at him he denied the bad dreams. "Don't be silly, I just felt a scorpion tickle my toe," he grumbled. He turned over and presented his back to her, and Quauhtli cuddled up to his shoulders so he could imagine she was seeking comfort from him, not offering it to him.

On the canoe, the thrill of buoyancy went through him immediately - the vesswl was sturdy and made deep by the raised planks on each side. It had a high swooping prow like a bittern pointing its beak at the sky, and in the middle, a tent made of reed fibres to shade the goods from the sun and the salty wind. Cahuan was allowed to spend the first shift under the tent, surrounded by the smell of cacao and spices wafting from the packs they'd carried. Quauhtli sat with their mother, who seemed to find the sea as mesmerising as Cahuan did. She was handed a paddle by their owner and took to the rhythm of the steady strokes quickly. The muscles in her back moved like they did when she bent over the amaranth crops and Quauhtli sat in the lap of her crossed legs, dozing against her chest.

Strange bird calls broke through the gentle sound of the the water, and the merchant often hailed other travellers, speaking yet more languages. Cahuan was tired, but too intrigued to sleep. He leaned over the side of the canoe and squinted at the others passing by - fishermen and traders from up and down the coast, bobbing in and out of inlets and bays, some on rafts, some with cloth affixed to a pole in the centre of their canoe. Below him there were fish sometimes, and other things that didn't look like fish - large, flat shapes, wafting like a sheet in a breeze.

He might have enjoyed this, he thought, if he'd been with his father, or if he knew he'd he going home when it was all over. He rested his cheek on his arms - it didn't hurt anymore, the swelling had gone down - and sighed at the water.

When Quauhtli fell asleep against her mother, she called Cahuan to take his sister away. He prised her away from her mother's warm flesh as gently as he could and found that he could lift her more easily after his week of bearing the merchant's pack. She mumbled but didn't want to be woken, so burrowed into his neck as he carried her awkwardly down the narrow boat to the tent. He was careful about where he lay her down, smoothing sacks of good cloth down under her little body and picking a stray stalk of reed thatch from her black hair.

It was his turn to try the oar, and he was set up on a bolster so he could stretch its oval paddle down over the edge of the canoe. His mother instructed him to do as he was told, and then retreated to the shade. She took up their owner's clothes for mending without being asked to, and hummed a song she used to sing by the hearth at home.

It made Cahuan sad to hear it on the canoe in the middle of the turquoise sea, but he didn't cry this time, just set his mouth in a grimace and listened to the rhythm of the oar.

Eventually, staring at the merchant's muscular neck and back made his curiosity worm free of his melancholy.

"How did you do this before you bought us?" he said it like he'd figures out the man's secrets, and the merchant's tanned shoulders bobbed with his laughter.

"How did I do what?"

"Steer the canoe! You need someone else to row with you."

"A good observation, little one," he turned a canny eye over his shoulder and Cahuan saw his gold teeth gleam. "I had another slave before, one who I sold to a rich old woman at the market."

"And then what?" Cahuan asked swiftly.

The merchant inclined his head. The threaded beads of turquoise and coral he wore in his ear jostled against the skin of his shoulder. "He probably had the honour of sacrifice before him. He was once a warrior, and a healthy young man."

Cahuan scowled at the glinting look he received again. He was too clever to respond with indignation to a leading statement like that.

"Will you sell us when we get back to the plains?" he asked instead.

The merchant turned away to scan the horizon, the rhythm of his rowing never letting up. "I've been thinking of my needs. I might seek a more permanent situation."

Cahuan thought over this statement a number of times. He wanted to be certain it could mean what he thought it meant. He recalled the way the merchant had touched his mother's face at the market, and the smug way he puffed at his pipe while Cahuan's mother worked and sang for him.

"I have a father already," Cahuan said at last.

The merchant laughed. "That isn't news to me, boy! And one is enough for any man. But your mother is not old; she is handsome and skilled. If she gave you half your brains she will be clever, too."

"But you can get another slave!" Cahuan exclaimed. "My father doesn't have anyone, we need to go home to him!"

"Cahuan!"

It was his mother who admonished him. He turned at the oar and saw her shake her head, her eyes dark and fierce.

"Don't you want to go home? Don't you miss father?" he asked her, and his sister, who had woken and was holding her mother's thread, looked up and said loudly: "Are we going home to father?"

Their mother's jaw tightened, and Cahuan saw her nose redden with tears she was holding back. She glowered at him and took a sharp breath. "Don't speak of him - you'll not see him again, children."

The merchant had stopped rowing. He stood and laid a rough hand on Cahuan's knuckles to still the other oar. His shadow fell dark and heavy on the boy, who looked up with as much rejection and defiance in his eyes as he could muster.

"Your courtyard in Tollan was taken by jaguars in a raid on the same day you were captured. If your father was taken alive he has gone to the glory of Tezcatlipoca now."

"You're lying!" Cahuan spat and jumped to his feet.

"No!" his mother's voice wavered fearfully as the merchant brandished an oar at the boy. Her tone arrested him, but he still held the threat aloft as he looked at her.

"I have no use for this mischief. He is both too old and too young."

"Give him another chance," she said in a flat, unhopeful whisper.

Cahuan didn't want to be begged for - he just wanted to fight the lying man who was going to stop him from going home. The thought that he couldn't ever go back seemed real for the first time, a cold tendril squeezing on his heart, an obsidian mirror shattering to reveal real darkness behind it. He didn't want to be begged for or bargained for, he wanted to go to his courtyard and play ball with the other boys and chase the turkeys and dogs, to boast about the knife his father had given him and show his father how well he could skin game with it. He grabbed his own oar and swung it at the merchant and his mother shrieked and his sister wailed.

The merchant let out an ooft of air as the wooden pole hit him in the side, and he wasn't able to grab a hold of Cahuan as he doubled over at the blow. Cahuan, determined to make up for his failure in the amaranth field, swung the oar again, but the merchant turned his rounded shoulder to it and took the impact more easily this time.

He stood in a stoop and wrestled to twine his fingers round the oar in Cahuan's hands, and when he held it in a grip too secure for the boy to fight, he brought his own weapon down on Cahuan's shoulder and arm.

He was a strong man, powerful from his days rowing and carrying packs, and it was no great effort for him to reduce a frightened child to a cowering lump on the deck. There was blood in Cahuan's hair, blood welling in and around his ear, and his whole left side stung with raw agony where the paddle and the oar handle had struck him.

He couldn't hear his mother's shouts clearly because of the blood in his ear, but he rolled onto his knees and gasped into the deck. He felt hot blood trickle down his face and held a shaking hand to the side of his head.

"That was mercy," the merchant was saying coldly. "He will have it again from me - but no more than that. I have no use for him."

He prodded Cahuan with a toe. "Go to your sister. She will clean you up. Your mother is strong and she can row again."

He wasn't allowed on the oars after that. The merchant put a wooden collar on him and ropes on his wrists that joined to the collar to restrict his movement. He had to sit with his pain beneath the meagre shade of the tent, asphyxiating in the sweetness of the cacao and spices, in the silent ministrations offered by his sister. He watched his mother roll her shoulders when her back ached, and he glared at the merchant's neck with all the fury he had in his small body.

They spent the nights camping in inlets along the shore, creeping north around the gulf, moving along the bustling streams of traders and fishermen. No one commented on Cahuan or his collar, but he was careful to hold his sister's hand tight and keep her close when they sat at busy campfires. She picked the knots on his wrists apart with strong, clever fingers and loosened the ropes as much as they thought they could get away with. She poked at the wound behind his ear and hummed that it would be better if she could cut his hair back.

Cahuan stuck his tongue out at her and scowled.

"Did he mean it, Cahuan? About father going to Tezcatlipoca?"

He swallowed and stared into the fire. On the other side of it a man was praying into the rising embers, inhaling the steam that came from an offering he'd poured out.

"He can't know about it," he said stubbornly. "He's not an ocelotl, he wasn't there."

Quauhtli rested her chin on her knees glumly. "I saw a hummingbird when we got here. I thought it might be him, watching out for us."

"He wasn't a warrior, he didn't go to the sun..." Cahuan frowned, but from the corner of his eye he sensed Quauhtli's concern. "But yeah, maybe. If he was captured and honoured the gods. Maybe that's him watching out for us," he had to gabble to get the words out before his throat closed or his voice cracked. His eyes stung with tears again and he wished he could cry and cry until Tlaloc heard him and unleashed the rains and swept all the merchants and their canoes away.

Instead he would be brave for Quauhtli.

He was brave for the rest of the journey, but when they reached the northern shore of the gulf he began to lose heart. Throughout the journey their mother had grown more distant, though when she allowed herself to tuck Cahuan's hair back and smile sadly at the puffy swelling on his ear he thought he still saw the love she used to dole out generously at home. More and more she encouraged Quauhtli to ask Cahuan her questions, or to take her naps in his lap or against his shoulder. The merchant's smile grew broader and broader as he watched her work for him.

The coastline had turned green as they passed along it: forests edging closer to the sea, trees dipping their toes in the turquoise shallows. On the north coast of the gulf the forest had been pushed back a way, like someone with a big broom had swept it up tidily. Between its edge and the sea there were marshy flatlands and fields pock-marked with the distinctive outlines of three sisters planting and, at rare intervals, large earthenwork structures - like the great pyramids at Tollan, but made of mud and not stone.

It seemed to Cahuan like an unfriendly, mirror version of home.

They rowed up a silty, lazy river towards one of these earthen pyramids, and the merchant's language, which had flickered in all sorts of unpredictable ways on the journey, now settled into the local tongue when he hailed people. Cahuan couldn't make out a word of it: they seemed to bite on their words there like an axe biting on wood, and it sounded sharp and unfriendly to his ears.

As they drew nearer to the mound, children came out of the fields to watch them. It made Cahuan's cheeks burn with shame and anger - he wasn't from a slave family. He wasn't a slave. There had been hardly any slave children wandering about Tollan - the children of slaves were born free, and their benevolent king Ce Atl Topiltzil had said that Quetzalcoatl grew tired of human blood and did not need child sacrifices in order to be appeased. Cahuan had grown up in a city where children were, by and large, free.

But these children on the bank, with their clothes-not-quite-right and their hair cut in strange ways, pointed and exclaimed at the boy on the boat in his wooden collar.

Cahuan tried to sink deeper into the pillows of cloth and bundles of herbs.

He was dragged to his feet by the merchant when they moored at a wooden platform standing above the muddy bank. The merchant grinned, but Cahuan knew this was merely a formality - the collar and ropes were removed and replaced with the pack of wares, and Cahuan stumbled onto a foreign land as a beast of burden, his feet in rags and his head itching where the wound on his scalp had scabbed over.

The local children stood around at a distance, whispering and pointing, and Cahuan hunched his shoulders and tried to disappear into himself. When Quauhtli stepped ashore beside him and one of the taller boys laughed and elbowed his mate, Cahuan's back snapped straight and his jaw rose furiously. His knuckles turned white where he gripped the frame of his pack, and another ripple of chatter went through the group of kids. They tittered again at the sight of his mother and her pack, but she just rolled a weary eye and looked to their owner for orders.

They trekked up to the mound and Cahuan's legs shook as they began to ascend it. Here, he could see the structures built on top, and he wondered what sort of sacrifices they practiced here. Was this going to be it? Offered to a foreign god, with prayers he couldn't even understand?

Cahuan had never cursed his own gods before, but the thought made him fold up a choice piece of hatred and tuck it deep in his heart just for them. This was what Quetzalcoatl wanted for him? Not to be treated as a cipher for the deity and celebrated before dying at home, but to be herded up this foreign dunghill to please some backwater conjuror who hadn't even taught these people how to manage their water and their crops properly?

It wasn't like the great pyramids when they got to the top, though. This was their town, Cahuan supposed - mud and wood buildings clustered around the top of the earthwork, with small areas between for cultivating dahlia tubers and other vegetables. People worked at the front of their houses, spinning and chipping flint, processing food and talking or singing among themselves. It seemed small and a bit sad to Cahuan, who was used to the broad streets and clean courtyards of his city.

The merchant led them to the largest building, talking to people who recognised him as he passed. This must be the king's palace, Cahuan supposed doubtfully, scanning the thatched roof and dusty entranceway.

The inside was dark and smokey, and Cahuan coughed at the half-familiar herbs and resins flavouring the air. The king sat on a throne above them with family members or advisors around him. He wore garlands of shap teeth around his neck and on his crown, and he greeted the merchant cordially and gestured to a stock of goods in a corner of the hall.

The merchant replied with all of his false niceties, bowing his head obsequiously and gesturing to Quauhtli. Cahuan bristled and made to take a step forward, but his mother grabbed his arm so hard it pinched. He bit back his cry and looked up at her, but she just shook her head and watched.

The merchant removed the sacks of cloth Quauhtli had carried on her head for him. He stepped forward to meet one of the king's intermediaries and opened the end of the sack to show a sample of the textile. There was a deal of discussion, and the intermediary took one portion of cloth over to the king, who gazed at it and then looked to one of the women who sat by him. She ran her fingers over it and nodded, and the upshot seemed to be that the locals were happy with the merchant's wares. Quauhtli was pushed back to stand with Cahuan again and he gripped her hand in relief.

Their owner surveyed the goods in the corner of the hall and then called Cahuan forwards and turned him around, away from the king, so he could take something from the pack and continue his negotiations.

This went on for ages, until Cahuan felt light-headed from hunger and the smell of the smokey air. The merchant was offered drink and bites of food, but his slaves were not, and Cahuan heard his stomach rumble miserably every time an attendant passed by with a tray of cornbread and fish meat.

Nothing else seemed to exchange hands, the pack got lighter and then heavier as goods were removed for display and then returned. Nevertheless, the merchant was happy when they left the palace.

They stayed in a building in the town for days. The merchant took their mother to his bed and Cahuan lay in the dark with tears in his eyes apologising to his father, his hands over his sister's ears, even though all was silent - or near-silent. If he slept he dreamed of jaguars, so he spent the nights turning his shame and failure into bile for his mother. Why didn't she fight? Why didn't she complain or cry? She must have hated their father. She must have been happy to leave him behind.

He was too tired to learn much during the days. He stood where he was told to, poured drinks for the merchant's customers, fanned them with splayed leaves if the sun was high, stoked the fire if the day was cool or the insects bit hard. Quauhtli and his mother dyed local thread with pigments the merchant had brought and wove them into exotic patterns the locals delighted over.

The summer passed, somehow. When the merchant had sold his wares and was content with what he'd received in return, he took Cahuan and his family back to the palace. The packs that had been laden with cacao and and obsidian and turquoise and pigments and cotton were now light. Maize and beans and sugar, herbs and nuts and shark teeth and pelts lay in the merchant's quarters, ready to fill the frames for the journey home.

Cahuan looked forward to going home. He didn't know why - he wouldn't be going home, home. But it would be good to be among familiar voices, in a familiar landscape. Maybe his mother would come to her senses when they got back to the plains.

He hadn't picked up much of the local language because he hadn't bothered trying to. He stared blankly ahead as the merchant and the king's attendants exchanged ritualistic pleasantries. Something like an announcement was then declaimed, and a group of young men were led in. They were wearing basic slave clothing and their hands were tied. They wore different hairstyles and some had tattoos on their faces and bodies. Some were bruised or had visible wounds that were still healing. Nearly all stood stoic, with their jaws clenched and eyes sharp, and Cahuan was reminded of the ocelotl's glinting eyes.

The merchant stepped forwards and spoke to the warrior who had brought the men in. He weighed a bag in his hand and shook his head. He was invited to come nearer, to check them over, and he did so, squeezing their muscles and pinching their skin. He checked their mouths and their wounds, his caresses rough and invasive. Cahuan winced when one man cried out as the merchant's thumb pulled a wound on his forehead open. Blood trickled down to his eyebrow and the merchant exchanged laughing words with the warrior in charge of the slaves.

The merchant put his bag of gold away and rested his hands on his hips the way he did when dealing with trade at his stall. He nodded at the slave who was bleeding and then held two fingers out as he talked. He gestured behind him and Cahuan inched closer to Quauhtli - he didn't need to understand any of the words being spoken to guess what was happening. He looked at his mother in desperation, and she pressed her lips together and shook her head minutely.

The warrior prevaricated and appealed to the king. The king shrugged wearily and asked the merchant a question.

Cahuan and Quauhtli were dragged forwards, the merchant's hands wrapping round each of their arms. He showed off Cahuan's wiry muscles and prodded and pinched him like he'd done with the other slaves, then he spoke in their language to instruct Quauhtli to sing.

She looked about with uncertainty and when their mother didn't encourage her she remained silent. Cahuan saw his mother's expression though and he sensed some greater importance to the question. He turned to his sister: "Go on. Sing one of mum's songs."

Her voice faltered to begin with, but when she found the thread of the tune she filled the hall with the sweet sound of a harvest song. Cahuan watched the king's expression and was relieved to see him smile.

The slave with the bleeding forehead did not smile, not when the merchant agreed his terms. He yelled in outrage in fact, and it took a blow from the merchant to quieten him.

The merchant looked down at Cahuan and smiled one of his own disingenuous smiles. "He is upset not to be valued at more than two scrawny children. I am doing you an honour here, you see, though you are troublesome and do not deserve it."

"What about my mother?" Cahuan asked, readying himself for a follow-up blow.

The merchant just held onto the wrist of his new slave. "She will make a fine concubine," he said blithely, and walked his new possession over to stand by their mother.

For her part, she looked straight ahead, her eyes glassy and throat tight. She gripped her hands together to hide their shaking and took deep breaths.

To Cahuan, all this was lost in the flood of new emotions he felt as the room seemed to shift around him. He held onto Quauhtli's hand and went in stupefied obedience when one of the king's attendants guided them to the side of the hall.

The merchant made another fine speech that Cahuan could not understand and then he demonstrated his respect and left the hall. He took his new slave and Cahuan's mother with him, and her head was bowed and she didn't look back.

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Notes

Patolli - a board game, a little like ludo, where pieces move along a cross axis.

Saga AU, before the beginning for Cass maybe?

Askbox writing meme

ooof ooh boy, you asked for it!

This 'before the beginning' is how saga AU Cassian was taken from his home during the wars between the Nonoalca and the Chichimecha in Toltec Mexico (mid-tenth century). In canon I suppose it's equivalent to the mining/ecological disaster on Kenari we don't see, that leaves the scar on the land and the children without any adults.

It's not seeking to make any judgement on the way the societies vary in their attitude to human sacrifice, more just following the (pre-)historic record that the Chichimecha came out on top. Also exploring the idea of Cassian's journey from someone who feels angry that unjust things happen to him into someone who feels angry that injustice happens to anyone at all.

I called him Cahuan here, thinking the pronunciation could shift enough via interactions with speakers of other languages to sound more like 'Cassian' by the time he finally reaches Maine/Norse Vínland. Kerri is Quauhtli.

Apologies for any egregious inaccuracies - I'm grateful to Kay for help with the research into this setting, but any mistakes or misunderstandings are my own!

CW for children caught up in a slave raid.

Notes at the end

Before the beginning

When the jaguars descended on them they were with their mother in the fields of amaranth. Cahuan heard her scream his name - she told him to protect his sister. Quauhtli was a few rows over, barely tall enough to be seen behind the weeping plumes of golden-red seed. She wailed for her mother, and Cahuan told her to be quiet.

He was meant to go to her, to protect her, but he froze, trying to count the figures prowling through the crop: big, broad-shouldered warriors with obsidian blades on th edges of their macuahuitl, glinting green-gold under the sun. Cahuan couldn't see their faces with the bright blue sky behind them. They were just dark monoliths circling the women and children in the field, a net closing in with arms extended, stretching like evening shadows made solid.

"Cahuan! Take your sister! Run!" his mother called again, and he made a confused scrabble for the blade his father had given him. It was only as long as his small hand, black and smooth as lakewater, and so far he'd only used it for killing chickens and skinning game. He understood now that he had to be the one to protect his family though, he had lived through fourteen rounds of the tzolkin and his father had trusted him with this knife.

Cahuan set his thin lips into a grimace and spoke a prayer to the feathered serpent. He squeezed the leather grip of his knife and dropped into a crouch. His little sister called for him and he told her to stay put, ignoring his mother's plea for them to run. A jaguar was approaching her and Cahuan saw a glint of teeth, saw the loops of rope at its belt.

The slave raids had grown more frequent as the war heated up, but they'd never expected the Chichimecha to raid so close to the boundaries of Tollan.

Cahuan ran at the jaguar, head down, his childish bellow of rage mingling with the shrieks and cries of the other Nonoalca who'd been working the field. As he approached, trampling the dry stalks of the amaranth, scattering its grain and cutting across the neat rows, the ocelotl seemed to grow taller. It seemed to Cahuan that the jaguar's great head moved in front of the sun to block his warmth, and the warrior's bare, muscled arms with their paint and tattoos swung wide as a snare to catch Cahuan.

He jabbed with his knife and the warrior deflected his blow easily. The strength of his parry appalled Cahuan, but he couldn't back down now. He felt the hilt of his knife dig sharply into his palm and he changed his grip to stab at the ocelotl's forearm as it swung after him.

This time he connected, and the warrior snarled in fury. The sound of his voice made Cahuan's hair stand on end, it made his heart quake and his ribs ache. The ocelotl struck him in the jaw with one empty paw, then kicked Cahuan in the chest so that he fell back on the hard ground.

The sky was so very high above his face and the ground was hard, rain-thirsty, the dry crop of amaranth whispering crisply beneath his shoulders. Cahuan tried to draw a breath but his ribcage spasmed in pain; he tried to raise the hand holding the knife but the jaguar put a foot over his wrist. He didn't press down with all his weight, just enough for Cahuan to know he would do so if there was a struggle.

He couldn't unclench his fist though. The knife was held tightly in it, so tight its stone hilt cut his palm through the leather and reed grip. Cahuan whimpered as the ocelotl moved his sandalled foot off his wrist and brought it down on the knife his father had given him.

The obsidian blade crunched like bone beneath the ocelotl's weight and then the warrior crouched down, his own knife pointing at Cahuan's throat. The face of the jaguar he wore was moulded into a fierce snarl. Polished white fangs framed his eagle-beaked nose and black paint around his eyes made them seem sunken into his face: clear water sparkling a threat from deep in a well.

"You are brave, boy," he snarled. "Are you brave enough for Tezcatlipoca?"

Cahuan felt his heart thump against his breastbone, responding to this call from the gods. But he was afraid - he wasn't ready to give that up yet. Didn't he deserve to enjoy the gifts of the gods first, before he gave back to them?

The ocelotl took a fistful of his hair and pulled him to his feet, and Cahuan screamed as his scalp burned. He clawed at the jaguar's paw but the grip didn't loosen, and the warrior wrenched his head back so Cahuan had to look up into his monstrous twin snarls.

"The rope. Take it and tie her well," the ocelotl nodded at Cahuan's mother. Her face was wet with tears and her teeth shone white as the grimaced. She held her hands to her neck and shook her head and Cahuan tried to shake his head too. He tried to kick at his captor, but the claws in his hair tightened and the ocelotl shook him by his scalp.

"You'll get your reward, boy! Now do as I tell you!"

To his other side, Cahuan heard his sister screaming. Another warrior strode over to them with Quauhtli gripped under one arm and a second child bundled under the other, like turkeys ready for market.

Quauhtli's face was red from crying and she squirmed and wriggled. She called for her mother and she called for her brother, and in the tone of her desperate shrieks, all Cahuan's bravery evaporated. The stream of pain in his head and his chest met the stream of pain from his family's cries and as they mingled, Cahuan burst into furious, terrified tears.

The ocelotl holding him laughed a booming laugh. "Only fit for the rains. Here boy," he swiped the thumb of the hand holding his macuahuitl across Cahuan's cheek and tasted the tears he'd collected. "Take responsibility for your women!"

He released Cahuan and took the rope from his belt, handing it to the sobbing boy. "Tie her well!"

Cahuan's hands shook and so did his mother's as he wound the rope around her wrists, the obsidian bladed macuahuitl of the ocelotl held to his mother's neck. When he was made to do the same to his desperate little sister, who sat in the dirt and howled at the sky as he approached her, one warrior spoke to the other: "He hasn't the pride to go for Tezcatlipoca. Keep him with these two, though, and you'll have a strong and obedient slave."

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Notes:

ocelotl/jaguar - the Chichimecha warriors wearing jaguar skin, followers of Tezcatlipoca, big fans of the old human sacrifice.

Nonoalca - followers of Quetzalcoatl. Under the rule of priest-king Ce Atl Topiltzil (mid-tenth century) human sacrifice was reduced, as it was believed not to please Quetzalcoatl. These guys lost the religious war, after lots of slave raids and guerilla attacks from the Chichimecha.

macuahuitl - hand held weapon with barbs of obsidian set into the wood (like a small baseball bat with razor blades in it...)

Tzolkin - 260 day basic calendar (from Mayan sources). So Cahuan isn't fourteen, he's ten (14 × 260).

Tlaloc - god of the rains. Tears, especially children's tears, featured in sacrifices to him to encourage the rains.

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Revelation and Reverence (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: After spending several years silently pining after the young Prince, you receive a letter.

Notes: so theres a letter in this story and the structure of it was a little weird because i tried to follow the 'grammatical' rules and the usage of the egyptian language back in like 2500 BC, like look up egyptian poetry, that kind of thing. also the gifs not super related to the story but i saw it when searching for a gif and i couldnt just LOSE that gift of a gif WC: 2.8k

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Your mind often wandered as you weaved. Sunlight streamed through the weaving room, offering a golden glow that reflected off the sandstone brick walls. The warmth and low light often brought you to a sleepy daze, where you worked without thought, your fingers moving in ways you'd long memorized. Others in the room spoke to one another in low voices as they worked, but you never found it prudent to join them.

Instead, you spent your time dreaming of the youngest Prince. You'd been working for him for nearly five years, designing and creating the fabric used in his ceremonial garb.

He was an overwhelmingly friendly man. Every servant you knew who worked directly for him remarked him as kind, generous, and teasing, whatever that meant to them. You only knew him from a distance, but it was enough to admire his smile, his soft, dark skin, his plush lips, and the manner in which he held those traits.

You supposed part of your job required you to stare at him, since you were never allowed an actual chance to gauge his measurements or fit him into different styles. Really, the staring helped you––helped you to know to accentuate his hips with a heavy belt, to leave his midsection bare, to create a collar whose edge just barely revealed his chest. For the more day-to-day clothes you gave him a short skirt, and designed leather sandals that spun like snakes around his calves. All to accentuate his best features.

Time passed in a thick, unknowable sludge between work and freetime. A bad memory made it more muddy and clouded than the river Nile in inundation season. Only certain moments made it through––the rest were reserved for daydreaming, as none of your real life could ever be as satisfying, except for those tiny, certain moments.

Moments where his sandals skidded past at the edge of your vision as you lay bowed at his feet, no more than a pretty statuette to worship him amongst a pathway lined with beautiful servants.

This was his entry to reward, to waiting parents who greeted him with smiles and wreaths of lapis and ruby, donned in the golden cape you weaved into being. The long end of it trailed after his footsteps, just barely brushing the tips of your fingers that lay spread across the floor. A smile twitched at the end of your lips.

When the servants were allowed to raise their heads, you watched him with eyes that wouldn't dare part from the sight of him. Surely others looked at him the same way––surely you were not the only one awed into worship, who would fall apart if the Prince raised your chin when knelt before him. Even the thought of it sent a shiver through you, imagining his fingers finally touching your skin.

You never bothered to check, though––to try and see if anyone else was as desirous as you. If you had, you would've noticed you were nearly the only one, and if you were truly paying attention, you would've seen that Ahkmenrah noticed you.

While your thoughts centered around the worship of a God, his revolved around the worship of a person. To him, it was only a matter of an excuse––some inane reason to finally speak to you, to not pass you in the hall without the slightest sign of recognition. The last time he'd shown interest in the befriending of a civilian, his father forced him into twice as many khopesh lessons than before. He wasn't able to see the person again before they were moved to Aswan on a boat full of servants.

He wouldn't let that happen again. No, he needed to be covert. Secretive. Quiet. Above all, he needed to be someplace that no one would think to look for him at, and he needed you to be there as well. He needed to get you––and himself––alone.

How to do so without alerting either his father, any of the soldiers, or his priestly teachers, or any of the head servants, remained a topic of great controversy in his thoughts, until at last he came upon a solution.

A week later you received a scroll written in a sloppy, hieratic script. The strong papyrus was curled by a ribbon of soft leather, and contained a seal you couldn't identify. All you knew was that it arrived in your family home, where, like many other single people your age, your mother, father, and brother––along with his wife and children––lived. Your sisters had moved out by now, leaving you the 'disappointment' of the family. Oh well––you were the only one working in the palace, so your parents didn't mind your marital status too much.

So, when the letter arrived, looking clean and well presented, your mother decided it was for you. Besides your brother, you were the only one in your family who could read.

You frowned when she handed it to you.

"Did you see who sent it?" You asked, slowly pulling it out of her grip.

"No," she said. "I think.. it was delivered in the night."

"Hmm."

You set it away to read in the evening, when you returned home from work.

That day, as you worked a loom, you saw the Prince and several of his father's advisors pass by the door to the weaving room. You couldn't help your eyes flickering up, and when they inevitably did, you caught the gaze of the Prince, who stared right back at you for the millisecond he could see you. Your breath caught in your chest, eyes wide as you recognized the actual color of his eyes––blue. You thought they'd be warm, something honey and brown, but maybe that was because you'd never seen anyone with blue eyes before.

You couldn't concentrate on anything the rest of the day, and thrice had to go back and recount your stitches.

The letter went unnoticed and forgotten for the night as you ate with your family, and didn't enter your brain again until you stumbled over to your bed. Your area of the sleeping room––closest to the home's altar––was far more decorated than anyone elses', as you took home the various tapestries and blankets that the palace found unfit for their uses.

You slumped down in bed, your gaze lingering on the wax statuette of Bastet sat upon the altar. What did the letter matter? You never received good news, anyway. With your luck, it was likely a letter notifying you of a change in your job, and that meant being moved to different parts of the palace, or of the city, or even within the whole country.

But if you didn't read it, they'd still move you. You'd just have no time to prepare. Following the hefty sigh that shook through you at the thought, you reached for the scroll as you lay down, pulling apart the ribbon and revealing the black script.

Thank the Gods the fireplace was still filled with embers, as you wouldn't have been able to read it otherwise in the dusk.

Hanif ––

So, it was for you.

I have seen you one too many times in my dreams. From my mind I cannot shake these thoughts of you and as such I cannot concentrate on the duties that give me my standing. I have seen you and you have seen me, I know. But I cannot lay stake my name, and I am sorry, Hanif. I can wait no longer in the absence of your touch––I must know you, as Hathor knows drink, as Shu holds up the sky. I wish to drink from you, to share in your company, to hold the planes of your skin.

We will see if the vine has blossomed, the bud opened, the pomegranates bloomed. I will wait in the haven three nights for you though I warn I will gain no sleep doing so. Come to be with me. There I will give you my love.

One night had already passed. But before you could become excited, confusion took its place. Who was this? Whoever it was, they wrote well, and so had a good education. There wasn't anyone you were interested in, though––besides Ahkmen, of course, but it wouldn't be him. To you, it was obvious that, if he wanted you, he could waltz into your home now and take you without another word.

It didn't matter. You were exhausted, and you were already laying in bed, naked and half-asleep. One more night, you said.

One more night wouldn't hurt.

In the morning, you ate the hearty breakfast your mother always made for the house, and rushed off on your way to the palace. There was a larger carpet a couple of the other seamstresses were working on, and yesterday they'd asked for a little assistance from the rest of the workers. You agreed to help, as you believed it did you well to keep busy, keeping your mind off your rather pathetic and still-dwindling social life.

Late in the afternoon you presented a finished flag––one your group had completed several days ago––to the Pharaoh as he held the court of worship. He had it taken from your arms by the high priest Gyasi, who informed you that it would hang behind Osiris in his temple. As customary, you bowed and thanked him, never meeting his eye. And, because you didn't look up, you didn't see nor feel Ahkmen's eyes boring into you, nor the dark circles printed beneath them.

As you were headed back to the weaving room to collect your supplies and go home, you passed through a rather thin hall that was packed with other weavers, as well as some of the officials funneling out of the courtroom. Amidst them, and within the dark, windowless walls, you brushed up against familiar fabric and gold and lapis beads. You didn't stop, of course, until a hand circled around your wrist and forced you to look up, freezing you amongst the channeling crowds.

Your heart froze when in the dim light you made out the Prince's cool eyes, how they scanned you, distracting you from the way his hands pulled you closer.

But only for a millisecond. The light of an approaching torch tore him away from you, and for a moment, you wondered if it happened at all. Your mind had done a great number of strange things to you before.

The letter recurred to you, and as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, you hurried back to the weaving room.

It mentioned no specific location, the letter; try as you might, reading it over and over again made the answer no clearer. The only part you could make out was that it was a garden of sorts––a place of greenery, of lush pomegranate trees and blossoms. Part of you hoped it was the palace gardens, as to you, that meant it was most certainly the Prince, but doubt still heavied your mind.

You're setting yourself up for disappointment, you thought, absently playing with your hair as you ate dinner. Just say it isn't him. Then you won't be disappointed, you'll just be right, and if you're wrong, you'll just be pleasantly surprised.

Your brow twitched imperceptibly.

It's not him, you told yourself firmly.

Pomegranates.

It was the only real clue in the letter. Were there any places within the city that grew pomegranate trees? There was one in the palace, you knew that, but there was also one in the gardens of the Temple of Osiris.

Then it hit you.

The boathouse docks near the edge of Memphis were overrun by the nearby grove of pomegranate trees, that bloomed after a caravan of Hyksos ships met with Egypt. They brought––along with a great deal of immigrants––the horse carriage, and a fleshy fruit from their homeland they called the pomegranate. It happened when you were a child, but at the time you lived up near Thebes, where the trades of knowledge and goods hadn't yet reached. When you eventually moved to Memphis, the grove was mentioned often by the natives you spoke to. A free source of foreign fruit would always be popular.

As your brother and his two children were herded to the outdoor fire, around which were placed one of the carpets you gifted your mother, you made for the door. She almost stopped you when you motioned silently that you were leaving for the night, but when she caught sight of the palace letter, she relented with a dissatisfied smile.

"I only feel they ask too much of you," she said quietly, having stepped away from the rest of the family.

Usually, she'd be right, but it was you scheduling yourself so harshly.

"It's alright. It only means they'll pay me more," you said with a subtle wink.

A soft smile spread across her face, and with that you left out the gate, entering the dusk-filled streets.

Warm, summer wind brushed past your bare skin, clenching up your shoulders. Despite your quickening heartbeat and the sun's lingering warmth, your fingers still froze from the excitement teeming at the edge of your being. A secret was to be revealed tonight, whether it was your own or the sender of the letter.

Your pace only slowed when you reached the Nile's edge, the pomegranate grove now in sight. Red plumes of fruit hung like full moons from the thick branches. Those heavy leaves and twigs acted as a wall between yourself, the boathouse, and the inner haven of the grove, where if all was right, someone would be waiting.

A shaky breath filled your chest as you pushed aside the brambles, ducking into the quiet privacy of the Nile. Nightjar birds chirped quietly, accompanied by the rustle of leaves and the flowing of nearby water, but the sound that caught your attention was that of a twig snapping. You froze, and through the brush, you caught a glimmer of gold sitting still at the riverside.

His back was to you. You'd recognize those star-freckled shoulders anywhere, though––even hunched over and heavy with exhaustion. Blue eyes stared half-lidded at the muddy shores, glancing down every other second to watch his hands snap nearby twigs.

You tried to swallow, but you could barely even breath.

With much hesitation and wariness, you summoned your words and asked, "my Prince?"

He whirled around, standing as he met your eye. A certain surprise hid behind them, and for a moment a pit dropped in your stomach, but the way his lips hung parted and plush in the dusk stopped you from feeling anything but intoxicated. When your gaze inevitably dragged down his body, you had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing at how muddy his nice skirt was.

"I waited for you," he said, desperate to break your stunned silence. "Two nights. I earned no sleep."

It was a dream come true, and for that reason, you couldn't bring yourself to believe it.

"I..." Heavy breaths filled your chest, gentle and shaky. "How did you know my name?"

"I know a little bit about you," he chuckled softly, and took a step closer. "I know you make much of my clothes. I know you're a hard worker. And I know you're... very beautiful."

The way his eyes scanned you, flickering to every feature upon yourself, from messy hair to blistered fingers with a reverence never found in any subject of worship––it sunk you to the spot, unable to retreat or advance from his shy steps forward. Eventually, he met you where you stood, and gently reached forward to hold your hands in his own.

"Why did you make me wait?" He asked, and your gaze was drawn once more to the dark, crescent moons beneath his eyes.

"I didn't... I didn't think it was you," you managed to whisper out. "And if it wasn't you, I wouldn't care. You gave me no name."

"I know," he said, brushing his thumbs over the back of your hands in an almost apologetic way. "I am sorry for that. I can't risk letting anyone know about you, about.. me, I suppose. My father doesn't want me consorting with anyone but his friend's daughters. I couldn't let him send you away. Do you understand?"

You nodded, just barely, and a quiet breath of relief left him. In the same movement he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and brushing your nose with his.

"Never-mind it all. It won't matter till the morning. Nothing will but you," he murmured.

"I – I don't understand," you said, shaking your head. "You barely know me. I'm not worth this amount of risk."

"I don't care about the risk," he said sharply. "But I understand if it's too much for you. You can leave now, if that is what you wish."

"... I don't think I could stomach that," you whispered, your gaze wandering in thought.

In an attempt to settle your anxieties, he raised his hand to your cheek, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

He paused before he spoke, carefully choosing his words.

"I feel as though I have stared at you forever, wondering what your lips would feel like," he said. His grip tightened ever so slightly. "May I know?"

There was only one answer.

"Please."

[ratquesadilla]

3005 (chapter 1)

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x fem! mitchell! oc

word count: 956

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41505768

“it’s an existential thing”

a story where the return of north island's resident player leaves a girl with a lot of influence in a predicament.

chapter 2 - series masterlist - full masterlist

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when she was younger everyone assumed she would grow out of it. her compulsive need to be around the people she loved. it wasn’t because she thought something bad would happen to them, or herself, she just needed to be there. 

maybe her father was to blame. bringing her to the hard deck every chance he could, exposing her to all types of people. keeping her around bradley and carole as much as possible. 

it never had to be anyone specific, just someone she cared about, and her father was never that someone. he couldn’t bring himself to separate her from the bradshaws or the kazanskys, and he couldn’t put her through relocating every couple of years because he pissed off another admiral. she knew that he loved her, she never doubted it for a second. even when she was younger she had faith in him. she had faith that all roads would lead to rome. 

that is, if rome was a beach town inhabited by familiar faces and navymen that would rather be shipped off to middle of nowhere america than agree with him.

and rome had one thing that he could never replace. her. 

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the hard deck was busy, sweaty, and sticky. “there’s your beer mister buck, do you want to start a tab or pay now?” i asked as i handed the elderly man in front of me his drink. 

“i’ll start a tab,” he said as he handed me his card. “any news on when your old man will be back in town.”

“soon i’d assume.” i replied. “hondo texted me this morning letting me know that admiral cain wasn’t too happy with one of his schemes and wanted to sack him.”

“how that boy isn’t out of the navy yet blows my mind.” he joked, sliding away from the bar and returning to the group of vets in the corner. i returned to the glasses i was cleaning. meticulously stacking them on the shelf under the bar. the attachment issues weren’t too much of an issue, but the neat freak issues were. how i managed rush hour in the bar was a mystery to everyone that knew me. 

a pair of blue eyes greeted me as i rose from my glass organizing. before the mysterious man opened his mouth i pointed to the sign behind me. he had a look to him, one i’d seen in a younger more arrogant rooster years ago. “don’t worry, i know my manners.” he said. making sure to tip the corner of an imaginary cowboy hat down.

“if you were a real cowboy you’d know that you wouldn’t be able to wear that in a bar.” i replied, trying to suppress a smile. 

“good thing i’m not a real cowboy, never got the hang of horses.” i caught a glimpse of the silver chain underneath his shirt. that combined with the aviators tucked into his collar gave away allegiance to the navy very quick. his “look at me, i get girls” smile told me everything i needed to know. 

“if you aren’t gonna order something i’m afraid i won’t be able to give you any more of my time. there are paying customers to attend to.” 

“i’m not here to order,” he said. “i’m here to ask you out.”

“i’m flattered but theres at least 2 men you’d have to go through before i would give you my number.” i responded while leaning over the bar to gracefully grab his sunglasses.

“and who would those men be?” he asked. i could tell he thought i was playing hard to get, which i was. it’s fun, sue me. 

“i have a feeling you’ll find out soon enough.” i said as i placed the glasses on the shelf above my head. “i’m leaving now jimmy! my shifts over!” i shouted to the man in the kitchen as i began towards the door. 

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the house was cold, it always was. carole liked it that way. i liked to think that keeping the temperature sub-zero would make her ghost-self happy. almost everything about the place was the same, down to the smallest details. the paintings untouched, the trinkets on the mantle unbothered, the plants happy and healthy. 

it had been years since her death but the door to her room stayed closed. bradleys room was virtually untouched since her last visit, just in case he came back. my room was the only one in the house that had been upgraded. i’d swapped my twin for a queen and replaced the posters with paintings. 

i pulled out my phone to text bradley. 

==

are you back? i saw a top gun boy at the hard deck earlier.

got called back for some mystery mission. is it okay if i stay at the house? 

yeah obv, i own it but its still your house.

is the key still under the doormat? i don’t know what time i’ll be over.

bradley bradshaw if you bring a girl home on your first day back so help me god i will find a way to get you kicked out of the navy.

i won’t.

i’m not joking.

cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.

==

he came in around midnight. i imagined carole scolding him for staying out late when he had an early morning. when bradley was back for top gun she would try her best to stay awake until he got home. even when she was too weak to get out of bed. i’d lived in the house alone for years but the emptiness was still strange. some days i woke up expecting carole to be there, watering her plants or watching her tv shows, but she never was. 

[sparrowofthedawn]

merlot daydreams

authors note: thank you to my besties @mywaysooon and @jakekiszska for helping me immensely! i seriously could not have done this with out y’all MWAH! thank you, livvy for the fantastic title, and fixing all my silly mistakes!

word count: 2.7k+

warnings: alcohol mention, smut (18+), thigh riding, unprotected sex, theres sweet stuff too lol

Josh was singlehandedly the only person who could put a smile on your face after you’ve had a rough day, which is why you were sprawled out on his couch, a glass of wine in hand with your head in his lap as his fingers absentmindedly brushed through your hair. You and Josh had been inseparable since high school, so nights like these weren’t anything new to either of you. More often than not, the two of you found yourselves snuggled up on the couch watching a movie listening to the other ramble on about anything and everything.

Though tonight felt a bit different than all of the other moments you’d spent together. You had noticed Josh's eyes lingering on yours a little longer than usual and his touches set your skin on fire. You weren’t sure if it was the wine or if you were just delusional, or maybe it wasn’t either of those things.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft grumble coming from the man above you, “I thought you fell asleep on me,” he said, with a slight chuckle. “No, but if you keep playing with my hair like that I might.” He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face while gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb, which you couldn’t help but giggle at.

All of this felt so right. It was always meant to be just you and Josh, and here you were, laying in his lap silently begging him to make a move. He leaned in closer, drawing your attention back to him, as you carefully placed your hand on the side of his neck. He met your eyes and smiled down at you, causing your cheeks to turn pink as his lips pressed softly against yours. You could still taste the bittersweetness of the wine he had consumed earlier in the night lingering on his lips. They were soft and tender against your own. You couldn’t help but lace your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, giving a gentle tug, eliciting a soft moan from him.

Slowly, Josh pulled away but left his hand resting on your shoulder, as his fingers nervously played with the sleeve of your sleep shirt. “I’m sorry. Was that too much?”

Absolutely not. This was something you had been dreaming of for as long as you could remember. Your cheeks began to heat up as you looked away from him, attempting to stifle a giddy laugh. You looked back to him and he gave you a toothy grin, moving back in again, your lips connecting even deeper than the first time.

The experimental kisses became a slow, passionate make-out session as you climbed on top of him, straddling his thigh. You moaned softly when his lips traveled down your jaw and planted a sweet kiss right below your ear. “Is this still alright, do you wanna keep going?” he whispered in your ear. The fact he was checking in on you made your heart skip a beat. It made you realize that this was meant to happen, something that couldn’t possibly be a mistake. You smiled at him in response, unable to form a coherent sentence.

You took a deep breath and pulled him back up to your lips by the collar of his shirt, landing in a messy kiss, teeth clacking together, but neither of you seemed to mind. The heightened sensitivity caused by the alcohol made the kiss feel a thousand times better as he moved his lips with yours, slow and soft, leaving your mouth tingling.

You broke away again, this time feeling a little breathless. He tried to chase your lips, but you giggled and turned your head, letting him catch your cheek instead, and he pouted. As you reached back to grab your glass of wine from the coffee table, Josh grabbed your hips causing it to spill on the thin pair of sleep shorts you had been wearing. You squealed, sliding off of him hoping none of it landed on the couch, in fear it would stain. “Oh my god y/n I'm so sorry! Here let me help you get cleaned up,” he said with a guilty look on his face, looking down at the mess he caused.

He quickly grabbed a roll of paper towels handing it to you, hoping you'd be able to dry yourself off as best as possible. “Josh, I'm just gonna have to take these off. They’re soaked and super uncomfortable now,”  you said, nervous about being so bare in front of him. You hesitantly slid the shorts off letting them pool around your ankles before completely stepping out of them. Josh looked at you with a cheeky grin spread across his face as you stood there in just your baggy sleep shirt and panties, your cheeks starting to heat up again. “Would it make you feel better if I took mine off too?” he said innocently, tilting his head.

You smiled back at him, slowly nodding your head yes as you let out a sigh of relief. “Here let me help you,” you said as you walked towards him. You reached out and popped the button of his pants open, unzipped and splayed the fabric out. You could tell he was getting hard, the firmness of him brushing against your fingers as you dropped down to your knees, slowly pulling his pants down past his hips. His abdomen tensed under your touch, but he laughed and relaxed again as you planted a gentle kiss to the now exposed area of skin, pulling his pants off the rest of the way.

Josh brought his hand to the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Come back up here, sweetheart so I can kiss you,” he said, helping you back onto your feet. The use of the pet name almost made you weak in the knees.

He pulled you flush against himself and kissed you again. This time it was hungry and full of lust, sliding his tongue across your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth for him. You gasped and moaned as he pulled you back down to the couch with him, straddling his thigh again. You snaked your arms around his neck letting your hands roam the expanse of his back and down to the hem of his shirt, gently massaging his hips. He slowly pulled back from the kiss allowing you to remove his shirt and you took in the sight of him, running your hands over his chest and biceps.

You wondered if he could feel just how much you needed him. Your nipples were hard and you were starting to notice your underwear getting damp and you fought not to grind down onto his leg as he continued planting kisses down your neck.

He leaned back and moved his hands to your waist, running them up and down slowly. “You look so pretty like this baby,” he said, lowering you down onto his thigh. You straddled his leg tight, pressing yourself down onto his knee and you both moaned. Josh moved his hands down to massage your hips and you held onto his shoulders to help stabilize yourself.

The added friction from your underwear made you throw your head back as you began to grind down onto him. You moved back and forth, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his mouth to yours again. “Does that feel good?” Josh mumbled against your lips, making sure you were enjoying this as much as he was, even though he’d barely been touched. As long as he knew you were being taken care of, he was happy.

It all felt so good, you pressed down against him as he started to bounce his leg, only adding to your pleasure. You writhed back and forth as he gripped your waist harder this time, his fingers digging into you as you felt your wetness soaking through your panties. Josh slid a hand up to cradle  your breast through your shirt, gently squeezing as he ran his thumb over your nipple, slightly pinching it. You moaned into his mouth as you moved your way back down closer to his knee.

His knee bumped up against your clit, sending a shock of pleasure burning through your core. You squeezed his thigh tighter and rocked back and forth even harder over him. You were so close and you hoped he knew you’d get to him next. There was no way you were letting him make you feel this good without returning the favor.

“Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart? You’re doing so well.” Josh breathed, planting a kiss on the sweet spot below your ear.

You threw your head back allowing him to kiss up your throat to your mouth. He kissed you in a way that conveyed more passion than any words could, as he reached his hand up and held the side of your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady, rubbing all over him, grinding down, working yourself closer to your release.

Josh’s hands were so careful around your waist as he let you slide yourself all over him, slicking up his thigh. You groped for his face, about to completely let go but needing to feel his lips on yours. You started to lose it, sliding all over his knee and his thigh, your thighs tightening and shaking around him. You bit down on his lip as you came down, trying to steady your breathing again.

You slid back and forth over him one more time, savoring the moment with him. Josh slid his hands around your back pulling you tight against his chest, giving you a tender kiss before letting you move yourself off of him. As you stood you grabbed his hand, pulling him off of the couch with you. Wordlessly, he led you down the hallway, kissing you all the way to his bedroom.

You sat on the edge of the bed, with your feet planted on the floor as Josh stood between your legs, cradling your face in his hands. “Josh, please kiss me,” you softly breathed. He immediately sighed into your kiss, lacing his fingers through your hair. He kissed you back, gentle and slow, as you ran your hands up and down his thighs.

He gently broke the kiss, smiling down at you, biting his lip, with his eyes softer than you’d ever seen before. He stepped back from the bed tracing his fingertips over his hips and gliding them over the skin of his abdomen, playfully snapping the waistband against his skin. You watched as he ran his hand over the bulge restricted by his boxers, heat radiating through your core as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pulled the elastic down exposing a sparse patch of hair.

“Come here. I wanna touch you,” you said, as you grabbed Josh’s hips, pulling him into your lap. You slowly ran your hands over the expanse of his back, moving them into the curls at the nape of his neck. All of your focus was on Josh as he leaned forward to kiss you, grinding his hips into yours.

He moaned quietly, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth as he kept grinding against you. You pulled away from him for a moment to remove your shirt and Josh’s hands immediately went to your breasts, massaging them, and you laid back to pull him fully on top of yourself.

You slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down the best you could, letting Josh remove them the rest of the way without leaving his place on top of you. He helped you pull your underwear off, spreading your legs, taking a second to admire your exposed form.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said, running his hands along your sides, gently massaging your hips. You grabbed his hair, pulling him down towards you so you could kiss his neck, down to his collarbone. You bit down, eliciting a whiny moan from Josh as you ran your tongue over the spot to soothe it. You spread your legs to let him fall between them, your groins colliding.

Josh smiled down at you and propped himself up on one hand, while you observed the muscles in his arm tense. You reached up and cradled his cheek, brushing the curls out of his eyes so you could see his face clearly, wrapping your other hand around his cock. He tilted his head back with a moan, his hips bucking a little. “I want you, Josh,” you said softly, tracing your fingers lightly over his cheekbone, continuing to stroke him.

He slowly guided himself inside you, nearly flattening himself on top of you, despite the raise in his hips as he thrust into you. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently holding you there, capturing you in a sloppy kiss. You were absolutely charmed by him, feeling an overwhelming wave of love for him as you watched his face contorted in pleasure.

“You’re so warm and soft,” he said, his voice a little whiny. Your lashes fluttered as you tipped your head back in pleasure, a soft gasp tumbling from your lips. You pulled him down into a needy kiss, catching his moans against your mouth. You clenched around him while parting your legs more so he could go even deeper.

He looked truly ethereal to you in this moment. His cheeks were flushed, his curls messy and slightly stuck to his forehead as he glanced down at you, his expression beaming with lust.

Your name fell from his lips in a moan, his fingers going to circle your clit, making you gasp. Josh lowered his head to kiss your neck, as you held him against your chest by the back of his head. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he muttered against your skin, continuing to plant wet kisses there. “Let go, baby,” you urged, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling at the curls at the base of his neck.

His thrusts became deeper and harder, but began to fall out of rhythm. He kept going, the kisses sloppy, in between breathy moans and words of praise. He bit your neck and soothed it with a kiss as he came undone, his arms tightening around you, holding you close.

He was shaking between your legs, whimpering against your mouth as he came down. You hooked your legs around him before he could completely move off of you. “Don’t stop, please. Keep fucking me, Josh,” you instructed, running your thumb over his swollen lips. He propped himself up on both hands, eyes locked on yours, as he continued to thrust. He reached down and circled your clit with his thumb, bringing you closer to the edge. You could feel your second orgasm approaching, and your legs began to shake around him, needing him to be as close to you as possible.

You moaned his name, closing your eyes as your orgasm ripped through you, releasing a choked sob as the breath was knocked out of you. He continued to rub your clit, working to let you ride it out to the fullest extent, until you were writhing under his touch. He laid on top of you, brushing the hair out of your face, with the purest look of adoration you’d ever seen. You stayed like that for a moment, toying with the curls at his temple and you couldn’t help a smile as he melted against you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said in adoration, planting tender kisses all over his chest. “I love you, Josh.”

“I love you,” he said, framing your face in his hands. He rolled the two of you over, pulling you into his chest, as he brought the blankets up to drape over the two of you. You held each other as you came down, needing to be close, exchanging needy, breathless kisses.

You knew this was it, this was exactly where you were meant to end up. Every decision you both made led you right here, wrapped in each other’s arms. In the morning, you’d wake up to soft kisses and those unruly curls you’ve grown to love so much, and the promise of a lifetime of moments like these, although you knew a lifetime would never be long enough.

[tunabesimpin]

Wait you have the talking bear dreams too???

IS THIS S A THING??? YES?!

Cause like I have a series of dreams let me tell you!!! I will put them all together so it can make some sense. It is really long though so here the quick version: I met a bear when I was little, the bear saved me from a flash flood. Years later I went back to where the flash flood was. There was a secret cave. Secret cave turns out to be a fraud and part of evil society. Finally get to the end of the squid game like trials. bear breaks a crack in the wall near the 'exit'. The exit was a lie and bear friend saved me from false freedom.

Overall was pretty neat to experience, though haven't seen the bear in a few years now and I miss them :( NOTE: This all happened over a span of like 4 years of collecting. I felt like i was collecting secret lore LOL.

Detailed long version below:

It all started with little me going to a canyon to visit family. It was pretty boring there, so I was playing make believe on the canyon floor. My grandpa scolded me and said "ya cant be in there! Theres bears down there! and floods!!!" Well that didn't stop me cause I like animals and I can kind of swim anyways. I went back down the next day and i saw a bear cub peaking around the brush at me. At first I was like uh oh... but they turned out super friendly and we played around a bunch until thunder scared the bear away. A sudden downpour and water began rushing from the tops of the canyon. It was a flash flood. The waves tossed me around like a bouncy ball and I grabbed for anything to stop me, but it was all too slippery! The strong currents were beginning to drown my dumbass, but that's when the baby bear grabbed me by my shirt collar and ripped me out of the ditch! I was like oh yey I'm alive then I was like OH NO BEAR! But the baby bear just looked at me kindly and said "Be careful friend!!!" -time skip- A few years later I've grown up and came to visit again. This time however it was as a field trip with my school to see a great lost cave. Upon arrival everyone scrambled to find the cave first. It was supposed to be a fake cash grab for tourists, but by some miracle I slipped on a rock and pulled a secret rock lever, opening up the lost cave. We all go in like the curious little shits we are and immediately after the door slams shut. It was all a trap! The inside of the cave was empty, with stalagmites dripping from above. The search for an opening began and after a few hours someone found a journal with a bunch of scribbled out symbols. For some odd reason I was able to understand what it said perfectly. A sort of puzzle pattern having to do with the stalagmites. Once we finished the puzzle, a new area opened up and at our feet the floor cracked apart. It was a race to the other side or you fall into the plasma below. Most of the kids fell in. After a bunch of similar puzzles and life death games that progressively became more man made than random earthquakes and plunges, a chrome door leading to an airlock appeared. Behind the airlock was a supposed perfect society and a free churro upon entry. Just as me and this other guy were about to step in, the bear breaks a hole into the cave wall! "Its a lie! a trap! You will be stuck there forever and only be able to eat corndogs and never feel emotion again!" A girl already had stepped in though and was trapped. The guy next to me cried "No!! My love please!" She smiled and said I'm sorry but I need this churro... go save yourself <3" The boy cried "I love you, I wont leave you!" following her into the city. They shared one last kiss together before completely going blank stares and walking away from the airlock in opposite directions as if what just happened was nothing. I was entranced by the perfomrance when the bear grabbed me and pulled me out of the cave. "You must not be tempted" The bear said. I hugged the bear and gave them a thanks before attempting to drive the bus out of the canyon. I failed very badly and nearly drove off a few cliffs but considering I couldn't reach the pedals or see the road for some reason, I think I did pretty good at driving off into the sunset. The End.

WOOOO BEAR DREAMS!!! One thing I'd like to add. In a later dream I meet the Bear again and they have a wife and kid, but unfortunately thats all i remember from that dream :( and that was the last I saw of them.

According to google talking bears in dreams are "trying to convey some valuable message that is good and great and you should pay attention to it". So always trust your dream bears!

[alreadyblondenow]

6:19 pm make up sex with Haechan (M)

“I caught them kissing at the back of the building! Can you believe that? We’ve only been together for two months and now that his long time crush suddenly had interest with his dick he’s going to do this to me?” Two weeks is still not enough to forgive Haechan and forget what he did. Now you rant to your room mate Wendy everyday, about what Haechan did to you.

“This again? You never let him explain. I still think It’s a huge misunderstanding” you scoff and buried yourself to your comfortable bed with only your oversized shirt and panties on. “You sure you’re not coming?” Wendy asks.

“Nope. I have this paper that’s due tomorrow I’ll finish it tonight. Just getting some shut eye before I pull an all nighter” Wendy closed the lights before she left and promised to bring you coffee when she gets back.

After an hour, you feel like staying in bed more and decided to face your paper after getting more sleep. To your surprise, you heard the door beep and didn’t even wonder looking who it is because you can smell the fresh aroma of your favorite coffee. “Back so soon, Wendy?” You asks, voice raspy, eyes still closed.

“It’s me” You turn around and face Haechan holding your favorite coffee and looking handsome as always. “Get out, I need to sleep” but he didn’t take no for an answer this time. It’s time for you to hear him out, he misses you so much already. Forcing himself to you is something risky, he knew that but you leave him no choice.

He removed his shoes and lay in bed with you, getting under your thick covers and hugging you on your side tightly. “She kissed me. I did not kiss her back” he explained.

Thinking again about what you saw, maybe he’s telling the truth. And maybe the girl just wanted to get in between you and Haechan. Anyway, you shrugged it off and continue giving him a hard time “Well you don’t look sorry enough” you rolled your eyes on him and turned your back again pulling the thick cover just above your shoulder.

“I know you thought about me cheating or something because she’s my crush for almost four years, but you have to understand” he came closer to your ear and nibbles your earlobe, “Im so in love with you” He let out a big heavy sigh when you nudge him, “If you leave me because of her, I will never let that pass because theres nothing going on. I will continue to ask for forgiveness” you felt him pat your hair, and hugged you again. This time he pulls you closer to his him on the other side of bed. Your back against his chest feeling his hot breath on your skin.

His lips are touching your neck and you don’t know why you let him. It tickles you and it made you giggle involuntarily, you want to push him away but he feels warm. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, kissing and whispering ‘i miss you’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again. “Am I forgiven now?” He asks so sweetly, kissing your cheeks. You feel his hand creep around your panties slightly touching the damped area. Teasing your slit by moving his finger up and down gently. “Not even close, Haechan” he pout from your answer.

Of course you didn’t want to go easy on him, you love teasing him for a bit, making him earn his forgiveness. He got up from bed, thinking maybe he’s going to leave already. Fine, you thought. “Lock the door when you leave” but you want him to stay and maybe apologise more.

The moment you felt his warmth under the covers again your heart jumped when you felt his bare legs hover on top of yours. His hands came back playing with your panties and slowly removing it. Without any other words, a finger plays with your folds, teasing and making your pussy wet even more.

This isn’t what you really wanted but theres something with the way he touches you that makes you say ‘yes.’ Lips parted and eyebrows furrow you try not to moan and give him the satisfaction. But to the looks of it you’re loving what Haechan is doing to you.

Now, you’re comfortably laying in bed with Haechan with only one item of clothing. Your shirts. Arms encircled with each other, he somehow made his way in between your legs while kissing you, “How about now? am I forgiven now?” He never stops kissing you, even though you ask for air he never stopped. “not yet” you manage to tell him, he giggle and kisses your exposed collar bones, hands under your shirt gripping your boobs with both hands. “okay” he pinched your nipples making you gasp sharply.

“Were having make up sex?” Haechan nods while rolling your shirt up exposing your boobs. Going back to gripping your boobs, now he’s sucking on your nipples biting them as he pleases until he’s satisfied.

You feel his hard cock poking your pussy, rocking his hips back and forth. Making your head roll back to the fluffy pillows and let out an airy moan, “Ohhh” is all you can manage to say, closing your eyes shut.

He devoured your lips again, feeling his tongue swipe your bottom and upper lip the whole time. You noticed, his lips tastes like your coffee, “you took a sip from my coffee?” You asked in between open mouth kisses. “Mhmm” he lifts up your left leg making your pussy easier to enter, rolling his hips in a steady pace not giving you enough time to get used to the stretch. He never fucked you in this position before.

Haechan fucked you like he missed you, slow and deep but also hard and fast, full of want and lust. This is only your third time having sex with him and he’s not bad for someone inexperienced. Somehow he can make you cry in bed, asking for more if he’s up for it but tonight, you doubt that.

Theres no rush with what’s happening right now, his thrust are fast but you can feel that he’s taking his time with you. You brush away his hair covering his forehead, he looks so handsome when his hair is pushed back. He made you suck his thumb for some time and putting it on your clit making you sensitive and close your legs.

“Baby, open your legs. Don’t you like it?” Haechan’s voice is sexy when he’s out of breath, fucking you and making you go crazy. You try to open your legs but it keeps on closing again whenever he hits a good spot.

“Cant stop closing them, huh? Okay, I got you” there’s his sexy voice again and you wonder what he’s going to do now. To your surprise, he pulls out from you and flipped you on your stomach in one move. “Ass up for me” he whispers behind your ear. You follow what he said, legs spread wide, ass up in the air, face buried on the pillows and back perfectly arched.

He fucking blew cold air on your wet pussy making your legs shake and quiver. “See, you don’t close them anymore” with a devilish grin he’s puts his thumb on your butt whole, “Ah! Fuck, Whats with you today, torturing me” enjoying how he affects you, he swipes his thumb on your cunt, “Haechan what the fuck!” You muffle your whining using the pillows. “I think, you missed having sex with me baby. You’re so sensitive right now” he said before placing both of his hands on your ass.

You feel his cock slowly, going inside you again. Letting you feel how thick his cock is, savouring how tight your walls are. You don’t see it but Haechen’s eyes are closed shut, mouth parted with the shape of ‘o’, head rolled back because you feel so good.

Slowly fucking you from behind, his left hand found your clit again. “Baby, too much” you try to get away from his touch but his thrust are in control. “But your legs are not closing anymore baby, just take it” he mocks you.

In a matter of minutes, you came before Haechan does. Heavy breaths against the pillow with a little bit of spit on it. He pulls out and pumped his cum on your ass letting the cum drip on the sheets. You two finally rest and relaxed on the mattress to catch your breath.

“Am I forgiven now?” He removed all the hair covering your face, “Im trying so hard if you haven’t noticed” he looks hopeless, how can he be like this after making you feel good. Truth be told the two weeks you’ve been apart from each other was really hard, you never want to do it again. You hugged him and showered him with kisses, now its your turn on covering his face with spit. “you’re long forgiven baby” he smiled at you sweetly like always and bear hugs you with both arms. Happy that all is well again between the two of you.

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Starlight Part 1

A/N: So this has become probably my longest fic yet, and I am so proud of it, I was going to do the beginning very differently but I grew to love it the way it was so I hope you all enjoy this as well. 

W/c: 2142

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

Genre: fluff and very light smut due to the references to sexual activities

"Master, a vessel has been brought about," your curse that is the embodiment of a cat said, approaching you as you were sitting on the balcony edge of your home. A beautifully large building hidden in the woodsy countryside. 

"Hmm, and for whom Chinami?" You asked your curse creature. She gazed up at you with galaxy like eyes. 

"Well master, it would seem to be Sukuna, the king of curses." She chimed ever so sweetly. 

"How troublesome, and no need to add the king of curses part, he's merely a speck of unimportance, but I guess a reunion is in order, do tell Chinami, where would he be residing?" You asked gingerly stroking the cats back, ruffling her ears causing a purr to resonate with her response. 

"Tokyo, at the Curse Technical College master, " 

"Please Chinami, drop the formalities, but I guess you and I will be going on a trip, it's been awhile since I've seen the school, how exciting it will be to check in on everyone." You got up from your spot and smoothed out your dress, grabbing Chinami and holding her as you began to get ready for your long journey. 

It wasn’t often you crossed worlds, but when you did it was always a delight to see how humans are faring for themselves. A comfort even. It was even nicer to be able to see the progression of humanity, and what a delight it was to come across humans who can control evil curses that linger and find themselves in the human world. It would seem as though your kind are less and less needed, a retired breed as some might say. So you and your people live your own lives like humans, but without the drag of evil curses, but that's not to say they don’t congregate every now and again in your world, but in your world they could just be considered as much as a nuisance as a house fly. 

But due to the changing times you made sure to dress more appropriately. Opting for leggings and a hoodie, although sadly you could not take the blue blush that lingered between your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, golden stars and star formations decorated the blue blush as well, dark blue eyebrows and sunflower yellow eyes. You still stuck out amongst everyone else but no more than someone who was really good at what the humans called, makeup. 

Chiname rested upon your shoulders as you walked through the streets of Tokyo, eventually coming up to the school building. 

“Chinami, are you excited? I do believe this is your first time being here, even better, you get to meet some old acquaintances of mine.” You said, reaching your hand up so place it upon her head. 

“Of course y/n, learning something new about you everyday is the best part of being by your side, there is no end to the amazing things I learn about you,” she chimed in, nestling her head more into the crook of your neck. And with that you walked into the compound of the large school. Eventually seeing a tall man wearing a mask over his eyes, a man you so very well know. 

“Gojo!” You yelled, getting his attention from across the way, causing him to stop and look curiously at you. It took a second for him to register who you were but when he did he was absolutely over the moon and came rushing towards you as you sauntered over in his direction. He immediately wrapped his arms around you in a hug, something you shouldn’t be used to after not seeing him for a long time. 

“Y/n!! What brings you here on such a surprise visit?” He asked now nestling his cheek against yours. Causing a small chuckle to resonate within you. But you pulled away to give yourself distance between you both. 

“I think we both know the answer to my question, Gojo, how long have you been holding Sukunas vessel?” You crossed your arms and looked up to the handsomely tall man in front of you. 

“Oooo always so serious,” he said poking your cheek and then his attention was grabbed by the pure white cat that sat upon your shoulders, her galaxy eyes staring intently at Gojo. “As well as theres more introductions to be made, who is this cute little creature you have with you?” He said, not rustling the fur on Chinamis head. Causing her to get annoyed. 

“Please do not touch me,” Chinami said, twisting her head to the side. Causing a look of shock and surprise to show on Gojos face. 

“Oooo and she talks??? Well I shouldn’t have expected less, and my dearest apologies fur ball,” he said chuckling and bowing before Chinami, being called a fur ball just led her to be more annoyed. 

“Please, do tell y/n, what is this insatiable man to you?” Chinami asked, looking intently at you for answers. 

“It is a long, but good story Chinami, I will make sure to tell you one day but for now we have a more serious matter to attend to. Gojo, I asked you a question very nicely, and you know me enough. Do not make me ask again, where is the vessel and most importantly, who is the vessel?” Arms still crossed in front of you Gojo leans in and practically whispers in your ear. 

“Come with me,” now pulling away smiling, turning on his heel leading the way. 

“With pleasure, but while we are making our way there, might I add you’ve grown quite old Gojo, how old are you now? thirty-two?” you asked. 

“You would be correct, and the vessel's name is Yuji Itadori, a fun kid, he’s been the vessel for Sukuna for about four years now.” He replied, still walking and looking forward. 

“I very much dislike not knowing this information until this long afterwards, but I assume that he must have a strong character to manage a pest like Sukuna,” you said, 

“He is, he’s been training with him since he was sixteen, and has grown to be a very good asset for this school and other curse sorcerers, but ah here we are!” Gojo stopped in front of room in the hallway of one of the many school buildings. Gojo didn’t even knock before barging into the room. 

“Itadori!” He yelled practically now barreling into the room towards the pink haired boy who was seated on his bed. Eyes wide with shock at the sudden intrusion, looking at you both confused as to who the guest Gojo brought was but also kind of like a plea for help, to be released from Gojos grasp. But then Gojo pulled away and stood in front of him as you walked into the room and shutting the door behind you. 

“My friend y/n is here to speak with Sukuna!” Gojo said, making himself comfortable on the desk chair. 

“Ooo, I don’t know how I can get him out for you, since sometimes he just refuses to listen, but I’ll try my hardest,” smiling Itadori held his fist up to chest level. 

“No need, I already know how to get to him, just sit and relax,” you said walking over to the man sitting on the bed. Putting your hand on his forehead and nearly on the top of his head. 

“What I’m going to do is extend myself into his domain within your body, you see I know Sukuna personally, as were both from the same plane of another realm, but I assure you, as I’m speaking with Sukuna Gojo will begin to explain everything about me,” you said reassuring Itadori or your action, he nodded in agreement so now you begun to transfer your mental being into his. 

Within a few seconds you body appeared in a dark and dreary place, informing you that you are now most definitely in the domain of Sukuna, who from what you could see was sitting on a hill on a throne. 

“You really did make yourself at home within this man's body, didn’t you.” You said bluntly. A chuckle resonated from the man who sits above you. 

“Y/n, oh how I missed you, I am also surprised it took you so long, what have you not made any trips to the human world within the last four years?” Sukuna said, now rising from his seat and down the stairs towards you eventually stopping right in front of you. You looked up into his eyes showing no emotion, but why was your heart racing now? Why are feelings from the past now rising within your chest? 

“I’ve had no reason to do so until now, Sukuna,” you said. Sukuna bent down a bit to make straight eye contact with you, brushing his fingers down your cheek, your jawline and eventually trailing down your neck to your collar bone, wrapping his fingers around your neck and bringing his mouth to your ear. 

“Was it because you missed me?” his low and quiet tone was threatening your senses, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You stepped back, releasing yourself from his grasp. But he pulled you back in, making himself a resident of the side of your face, and also bodies now completely touching. 

“But I did miss you y/n, there was the constant reminder of you lingering around that weird white haired man, pray do tell what I’m sensing,” he whispered in your ear. 

“You’re not mistaken Sukuna, but what you think you sense no longer exists,” you tried your best to make it seem as though your rendezvous with Gojo was something that held no meaning. But Sukuna was not so easily fooled, he wrapped his fingers tighter around your neck. 

“You’re a horrible liar, and to think you’re the type to try and make me jealous,” he said, gingerly biting your ear and trailing his nibbling down your neck. But this time you needed to get away, what happened between you both was over, you just knew you could be of extra assistance to Itadori when it comes to Sukuna if things were to lose control and get worse than things already are. Rage begun to flow through your body. 

“Don’t you dare continue any further Sukuna, surely you must be joking to think your actions are okay.” You loathe this man, and everything about him. You hated that he was right and of course you would be lying to say you didn’t miss him. 

In these moments with Sukuna you have completely forgotten the physical effects that happened to your body when you were deeply into your emotions or in a rough battle, because on the outside, your body began turn a bluish black with stars scattered around, you began to look like a walking galaxy, and the men who were discussing you paused and just watched in amazement. 

“Ooo I love it when you're angry, now please are you going to use Orion's belt to tie me up like you used to when we were in bed together?” Sukuna chuckled, and now at this point you were fuming and about to bubble over. 

“That’s it, I’ll be on my way, I can’t be troubled to put more time into this, I’ll be back when you’re ready to be serious.” You said now storming off while Sukuna was calling after you. 

“Oh but dollface, the fun was just beginning!” but his words had no effect and you soon opened your eyes to your physical body, removing your hand from Itadoris head, your body now completely back to normal. 

“Thank you Itadori, Gojo, I’ll need somewhere to stay for the time being.” the men just nodded, absolutely dazed by what they just witnessed. 

“Why are you two staring at me?’ You asked shyly, but the only person to respond was Chinami. 

“Y/n, your body turned into a galaxy,” she said, now taking up residency back on your shoulder. 

“Oh what a nuisance, but Gojo, please offer some assistance for a room,” Gojo nodded at you and you two began to walk out. 

You turned to Itadori who was still sitting on his bed, staring at you as you walked away. 

“I will see you soon,” You winked and continued walking out of the room, closing the door behind you. But now you were left with so many questions. Like how are you bringing Sukuna back to your world? Surely you couldn’t do so until Itadori has consumed all of his fingers, which you found absolutely nauseating and surely something you should’ve gotten used to during your hundreds of years of existence but you still couldn’t. 

So what are you to do now? Well I guess you will just have to wait and see.

[wayward-mikaelson]

But I Didn’t, Did I?

Word Count: 2497

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Characters: Cas, Reader, Dean, and Sam

About: The Reader, the younger Winchester sibling, is on a forbidden solo hunt that almost goes south leaving her bleeding out but she manages to get back to her motel. Cas finds her and is furious with her and lets her know it. But he accidentally let’s out his true feelings for her. 

Warning: Language, Blood and Gore, Fighting, Angst, Fluff, SMUT, Unprotected Sex (don’t be silly wrap that willy), Rough Sex, Caught the morning after. 

A/N: Cas/Misha Stans, tag your fellow Cas/Misha stans NOW!!! And let know if you want to be tagged in future work.

A/N 2: I really enjoyed writing this one! I always wonder if there are secret Winchesters out there that don’t know their big brothers are Sam and Dean

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I'm thrown into a nearby wall.

The back of my head smacking it so hard that I almost pass out.

Story of my fucking life when I go solo hunting.

That's going to leave me sore in the morning, I think as I get back and pick up my gun. This was such a horrible idea but, it's too late to turn back now that I am facing the werewolf that both my brothers and Cas told me not to hunt. If this wolf doesn't kill me then Dean will have my head on the chopping block before I could give some dumb ass excuse.

"For a Winchester you suck ass. Bad," The wolf taunts me. "It's no wonder they keep you locked away. I bet you can't even shoot me without missing the first few times." The wolf beings to circle me showing me his nasty teeth. "I could make your death so quick and leave your body for your brothers to find. But then of course they will stop at nothing until I'm either way." The wolf stops and stares at me. "But then again, I'm not one to leave messes behind."

The wolf lunges at me and tackles me to the ground. I do everything to keep his teeth from biting me. I kick and punch this way and that but not much damage is done to him. He grabs my arm and digs his nasty nails into the muscle and I scream out. Yep, my brothers are going to kill me for going out hunting if I survive this.

My gun slides from my hand and I roll over on my hands and knees and make my way towards it. The wolf pulls me back and attempts to bite me. I kick him square in the face and quickly get my gun and spin around and shoot him directly in the heart.  He looks down at his chest as the blood starts to spill from it. Then he looks back up at me and smiles. "I take that back," he says with blood coming out. "You don't suck ass." The wolf falls on his face.

I hang my head back and stare at the night sky. The stars are beautiful and I can make out the Big Dipper. My arm starts to throb once I realize I relaxed too long. I look down to see my entire left arm in covered in blood. I start to act quickly. I pull my belt off and wrap it above the wound and tighten it up as much as I could. I take my flannel off and tie it over the wound. That should hold until I get back to the motel. The motel I paid for with the card I stole from Sam. It wouldn't be long until he was able to track it down and both he and Dean were at my door.

I make my way to the car that i took from the bunker. Another thing that my brothers will have my ass over. I turn the ignition and drove off. I think about anything but my throbbing arm. I can start to feel myself start shake. Just a few more minutes. I can start to see the stupid neon sign to the motel.

I quickly park the car and get out. I throw open the trunk and pull out my first aide kit and the bottle of whiskey I swiped from Deans room. I kick open the door and before I could close the door and set things down, I hear the door slam and I am being pinned to the door. My adrenaline starts to rise again and the throbbing in my arm slowly fades away. Just as fast as the adrenaline comes, it fades away when I realize it's not a monster or my brothers.

"How did you find me, Cas?" I ask the angel. He has a hand on my shoulder. The look on his face is pure anger. How can an angel like him hold so much anger in his face? In his eyes?

"It was not hard," Cas replies. He notices my bandaged arm and takes the tied up shirt off and sees the belt above it. "What the hell happened?" He asks pulling me from the door and leading me to the bed.

"You're not going to tell Sam and Dean are you?" I ask as Cas inspects the wound. His hands are gentle but his face still tells me he is furious.

"This is starting to get infected," Cas ignores the question. "Luckily, you think faster than your brothers and was able to stop it from getting worse." Well theres a plus. I'm smarter than my brothers. Maybe because we didn't have the same mother.

My mother was the smart one who had a one night stand with the man who saved her. That then resulted in me being born. I never met my father, only about him. When my mother died she said I should look for my father and gave me a number. That number lead me to the brothers that I never knew I had and the news that our father had died years ago. That was nearly five years ago. Since then, I learned the way of the 'family business' as Dean called. Turns out I inherited a lot from our dear old dead dad.

"YN," Cas says placing his hand over my arm. A soft glow of a light appears and I can see my arm start to heal. "You're arm is good along with any other injuries." Cas leans back and stares at me. "You could have died. What the hell happened?" He asks again with a firmer voice.

I swallow hard. Cas is never firm with me unless I'm careless and throwing my life into dangerous situations. "A werewolf," I say getting up and getting a glass of water. "A cocky ass werewolf who is dead. It didn't go as planned but at least the dick head is dead."

Cas rubs his face and sighs or maybe it's a groan. Either way, Cas is more irritated than normal. "You are so much like Dean on a hunt at times. Hot headed and cocky. No set plan in place."

"I had a plan Cas," I'm starting to get irritated as well. "It just didn't go as...well...planned." I turn to look at him. The anger on his face sent shivers down my spine. His face is suppose to be smooth and pure.

"And that plan almost got you killed," His voice starts to rise. "What would I tell your brothers if I found you dead?"

The anger in me starts to boil in me. "But I didn't, did I?" I snap at him. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. Hunting by myself. Making this damned world a better place by myself. I don't need my brothers twenty-four seven to do all that."

In seconds Cas is across the room. His hands grip both my upper arms. "Do you not understand, YN?" He yells. "You could have died! I could have lost you. I cannot loose you."

That's when I see it. It's not anger I see in his face, it's worry and fear and...love? My anger disappears and I feel Cas's hands loosen on my arms. Cas's face falls and he starts to leave. I take a deep breath and walk after him and take hold of his hand. "Cas," I say softly and before I could get another word out, Cas spins around and pulls me into his arms and slams his lips onto mine.

The kiss is intense and I find myself melting right into it. I run my hands up between our bodies and hold onto the collar of his trench coat. I pull back and see the worry begin to fade from his eyes and face. The worry is replaced by lust and hunger. I take a few steps back and slowly remove my shirt. Cas takes both his trench coat and coat that underneath off. He walks towards me, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it off to the side along with his shoes.

I begin to back up, kicking my shoes off to the side, until the back of my legs hit the bed. Cas closes the distance between us but putting both hands on my face and softly kissing me while wrapping an around me and laying us down on the bed.

I'm aware of a warm, tingling sensation coming from Cas's hands. Where ever his bare skin touched on mine, I would feel it. It sent waves of pleasure throughout my whole. I give a soft and small sigh. Cas pushes away and stands up. The warm feeling his skin gave me also leaves. He undoes his belts and pulls his pants down. His hard dick bouncing about making me long for it inside of me.

I get to work on getting my pants off and soon, Cas is settled between my legs. He looks at me in the eyes, I see a small hint of angelic glow in his. My brothers are going to lock me away for sure once they find out about this. Because you know, they will find out eventually. I reach between our bodies and grab Cas's hard dick. I feel him tense up as I move it to my entrance and give it a few pumps before using my free hand to pull his face down to kiss me again.

Cas pushes himself inside of me, making me moan. "Oh Jesus fuck," I sigh as we adjust to each other.

"I do not think that-" Cas starts to say but I cover his mouth.

"Cas, don't ruin this," I move my hips up and Cas starts to get the idea. The lust and hunger returning to his eyes. He takes me hands and pins them onto the bed and picks up the pace of his thrusts.

The thrusts soon become almost brutally fast. The smacking of our skin echoes in the room along with my moan like screams and whimpers. "Cas, fuck, Cas," I pant and cry out. "Oh, please don't stop."

"I do not plan on it," He purrs into my ear. He slides an arm under me and flips us over to where hes sitting and I'm in his lap. He continues to fuck me harder than before. "Now, that is better." He says taking my hands and putting them on the sides of his shoulder. "Now do not come until I tell you."

I close my eyes and bite my lip as he fucks up into me. My core and entire body start to tighten up and I will kill myself if I came without being told to. I focus on anything but coming but it's so hard when the man slash angel is fucking you so good.I bite my lip harder and taste blood.

"I wanted this for so long," Cas grunts in between each powerful and earth shattering thrust. "I always wanted to know what it felt like to be inside you. To be this close to you. To feel your body on mine. To hear you sigh, scream, moan my name."

"Cas," I whimper. I'm on edge and I need release. I need to let myself go and I need to feel him completely inside of me. "Please let me come."

"Soon," he says firmly. "I am getting close too. We will come together."

Thats when I realize, Cas's thrusts were beginning to feel sloppy and uneven. I take my hands off his shoulders and press them to his face and kiss him. "Cas, come for me." My kisses are sloppy and sweaty. "Come inside me, Cas. I need to feel you all inside me." I rest my forehead on his and stare into his eye. His teeth are clenched together grunting my name softly. His thrusts, sloppier than before, still slam into me.

"Come with me, YN," Cas says thrusting deeper. He stares right into my eyes. "Come!"

I myself go and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I scream out Cas's name, digging my nails into the sides of his face. I feel Cas come with me. I feel the warmth of his cum fill me up. HIs hands grip my sides hard enough that I know bruises will be left. He moans out my name and we fall back onto the bed.

"That was fucking amazing," I say pulling the covers over us and snuggling up next Cas. "I should go out more often on solo hunt so that you fuck me angrily like that."

"Please do not," Cas wraps me up in his arms. My head rests on his chest. "I cannot bare to loose you. That is why, when I figured it out where you were going, I followed you. I was late to jump into your case but, I was also almost late. You could have bleed out right here in the room if you didn't patch your arm up right."

Listening to Cas talk about how much he cares for me, makes me guilty for going out in the first place. But then he and I wouldn't have had amazing sex and I wouldn't have known his true feelings towards me. I sit up and look at him. His blue eyes staring right back at me. I lean up and kiss him gently. "I love you, too." I say laying my head back down before passing out for the evening.

I sleep peacefully.

Until the door to motel is kicked down.

I jump up in bed, still naked from the night before. Cas is still next to me, angel blade at the ready. Naked as well. In storms both my brothers. Guns drawn with looks of anger and worry on their faces. I quickly pull up the covers to cover my bare breasts. Dean sees this and then sees Cas besides me.

Deans holsters the gun. "You guys better have some sort of clothing under there."

"Uh, Dean," Sam says looking around at the floor. Dean follows his gaze and the horror and realization falls on his face.

Dean makes his way towards the bed. Well it was nice knowing freedom, I jokingly think. Dean pulls me up by my arm and picks up my bag from the ground. He leads me to the bathroom, not without me stumbling over my shaking legs. Shaking legs from being fucked to oblivion by a celestial being. Dean looks at me and then back at Cas. More horror covering his face.

Once in the bathroom, I turn to see Cas already getting dressed. He's facing me as he buttons up his shirt and give me a satisfying smile. I give one in return and Dean sees it. He tosses the bag onto the counter. "Get cleaned up and dressed. We are all going home. And you," Dean closes the door. "You and I are going to have some words about this."

[angst-art-writing]

The Edge-The Island(4)

TW: executions, hanging.

The next day, Talyn and Iris prepped the Inn before dawn, none of their residents awake yet. Diana came down dressed in a corset and a coat with intricate black designs on the trim. She usually wore it when something important was going on.

Talyn looked up from the glass she was cleaning and raised a brow. "What's going on?"

"Well," Diana said, cuffing the sleeves of the coat. "Today is a bit important." Her tone was light, almost excited sounding.

Iris, who was wiping down some tables glanced over and raised a brow, Talyn caught he quizzical look she had shot at her. "Is... Today someone's birthday or...?" Talyn asked, setting the glass down.

"No. We have executions set for today."

"Oh." Her heart hit the floor, traveling down from her chest to her toes. Then that...That meant-

Iris was obviously thinking the same, because she then went on and asked, "Who's it for, exactly?"

Diana glanced up. "No one in particular. But our space is filling up, and we need to... Get rid of people. Before disease starts to spread." She sounded so sure, as if that was a perfectly fine reason and Talyn just felt sick.

"We-Well did they get a trial? Anything?"

"Of course not!" She glanced over and smiled, looking at her as if she was stupid. "Only those whose families can afford a trial were kept in their cells. You know this, Talyn."

Talyn tried to smile back. "Right." She turned away and pretended to busy herself in organizing things that did not need to be.

Of course- Only people who could afford a trial or had family could have a trial. Most times, that didn't even work, and the families went poor as the criminal was almost always found guilty with lies Diana's guards would make up. But because Diana was happy...That meant everyone else should be. Once the blood king was dead, that meant all the issues in their world were too, right?

Talyn felt a hand ruffled the top of her head. She looked over and her eyes met Diana's dark ones. "You're going with me. Both of you! Let's see these criminals get what they deserve, no?"

But Talyn's mind was already working, the gears in her head turning. She shook her head. "I- I won't be able to. I promised I'd tutor Will today." She glanced at Iris, who just stared back at her. Talyn had already decided on something, but also decided to not tell Iris.

Diana frowned. "You can't cancel? It's important and I want you to come to one of these at least once." That just made goosebumps rise.

"Afraid not. Sorry."

"Ah. Just Iris then! C'mon Iris, go get dressed up." Diana hugged her then and Talyn was forced into the embrace. She smelled of flowers. She made Talyn think of roses, thorns hidden under plump petals.

Iris gave Talyn a look. But she turned and headed up. Soon enough, both Diana and Iris had left.

And Talyn would soon, too.

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Executions were usually held in The Circle, a round section in the middle of the Capitol in front of the building where important affairs occurred with outside countries. A crowd was already gathering, muttering and talking amongst themselves.

An hour after Iris and Diana had gone, Talyn stood on a roof on one of the buildings that surrounded the circle. She was crouched down and had a dark hood covering her face, as well as hiding the quiver on her back. In the center of The Circle was a wooden platform, and a noose.

Some important people Talyn recognized as Diana's workers stood around, holding their children's hands. Talyn was stunned to see them there. Did they really think it was alright to bring kids here? In their false definition of justice?

Talyn glanced up toward the sky, focusing on the grey clouds that swirled above them. Yet, oddly enough, there was no wind. Perfect. Nothing natural would collide with her plan.

She glanced down and spotted Iris's purple head in the crowd. She was right to the side of the platform, where Diana now stood. Diana was speaking to the crowd with her hands folded neatly behind her back and her head held high, but Talyn couldn't register her words. Blood rushed in her ears, and she could feel her eyes pulsing nervously in her head.

Diana pointed, and Talyn followed her finger. Some people dressed in rags were walking in a line led by her guards, their faces sallow and grim. They stared at the ground, just getting back up as the crowd by them shoved them as they walked onto the platform. The crowd were yelling at them, spitting at them. Talyn felt her shoulders tense, and she carefully slid her bow over her shoulder and gripped it tightly. She felt burning in her neck.

Another man came over, the executioner. Talyn pursed her lips. His name was Jarvis, and she had memories of him coming to visit the Inn when she was a kid, tossing her up in the air and chasing her around tables. The memory tasted sour and rotten in her head. Talyn continued to watch underneath her hood, waiting.

Diana went and picked out a man, yanking him forward by the collar of his shirt. He staggered forward and fell to his knees onto the platform, before Jarvis yanked his head up and slipped the noose over his head, making it snug. Then, Diana announced his crimes. Theft, and whatever lies he guards made up. Talyn couldn’t hear. It was all just noise.

The old man kept his eyes down. Talyn loaded her bow and stood slowly, aiming.  Everyone’s back was towards her. Her blood was like a waterfall in her ears, her veins buzzing- Though her hands remained steady as she positioned her hands.

"Go ahead, Jarvis," Diana boomed. She nodded her head, and the man went and grabbed the other end of the rope. He pulled, and the man swung into the air while the crowd watched.

No one said anything now. It was forbidden not to. All that was heard was the sound of life being slowly stopped, and Talyn tried to push away the satisfied smirk she could see on Diana's face away from her mind.

She had one shot.

Talyn took a deep breath, her eyes focusing on her target. The man squirmed now, and his gasps were louder than anything at that moment. She drew the string tighter and exhaled slowly. She released, releasing a breath as well.

The arrow traveled through swiftly and struck, sailing through the air and slicing the rope cleanly. The man fell to his knees again and Jarvis crashed, rolling backwards off the platform. Everyone swiveled around, peering up at the archer.

Silence.

No one had ever acted out like this. No one had acted out against Diana, so publicly. It was so silent, but Talyn’s frame upon that roof was screaming.

With satisfaction swelling inside her chest now, Talyn turned and hopped off the roof, slipping inside the back of a library. She took down her hood and placed her bow over her shoulder, the buzz louder than ever. She peered out at the curtains, watching them go by.

She began to laugh, unable to push away Diana's shocked look. She laughed to silence the guilt she was beginning to feel. Afterall, Diana was her mother. Not by blood, but by choice.

Usually that was the best kind of mother someone could have.

Usually.

She laughed and pride swelled inside her throat. She wanted to rip her hair out and hug herself at the same time.

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"What the hell was that, Talyn?"

Iris and Talyn stood in their training base, the only true place for some privacy now. Clint and Will were seated on the ground, and Talyn had just finished recalling the events of her stunt, proudly. She didn't know why Iris seemed so upset, and why Clint and Will were so silent.

"I was proving a point-”

"No, you were making things worse!" Iris snapped at her, her eyes wide. "Don't you see what you've done?"

"I-"

Iris cut her off, and Talyn's neck grew hot as she was interrupted. Iris pressed on.

"Of course, you don't! Because you always act on impulse! You don't- think! You never do!"

Her words echoed against the walls and slammed back into Talyn as she processed them. She could feel hot tears form behind her eyes, but she fought to keep them contained. Suck it up, she told herself. Suck it up.

"Talyn, if anything- You made it all worse! You think just because you made some shitty metaphorical statement that they're going to stop the executions? No! They'll just be done privately instead of public! They still die and all you did was piss off Diana and making things more difficult!"

The words pushed against her, except these felt as if she had been stabbed with ice.

She hadn't... "Iris, I didn't-"

"When are you going to realize that you can't protect everyone? You can't be some sort of hero all on your own, goddamnit! Are you proud of yourself? They're still going to-"

"Iris. I think that's enough." It was Will who spoke, clearing his throat. His voice was soft still, as it always was. Never had anyone heard his voice rise, even when he was clearly angry. "Theres no point in yelling."

Talyn clenched her fists and looked down at the floor. Iris huffed angrily. "You need to learn to not be so-"

"Enough. No more yelling." Will's voice was sharper there, and his next words were addressed to Talyn. "Talyn, you can't act on your own. What you did has consequences..." His voice became soft again, softer, and he sighed. "You need strategy, you need more opinions. We could have thought of something else."

"I didn't have time-"

"You could have spoken to Iris. She was there. She could have helped, in a way that wasn't so destructive." There was a pause. "We don't work separately, Talyn. You can't pull stuff like that. Other than those people just...y'know.. Diana's group is going to be more powerful in trying to catch the culprit, and then that'll permit them to arrest more innocent people already and blame people for nothing. This was huge.”

"I..I didn't think of that.." She would have preferred Iris yelling at her than Will right now. He sounded so disappointed. It hurt a lot worse than Iris being angry at her. Clint hadn't said anything, but she imagined he was disappointed and angry too. She was glad he remained silent.

"Well, you need to start. This is what happens, Talyn."

Talyn looked up and frowned.

"No training today, I think." He said after a moments silence. "Let's just go home, we won't get anything productive done if we're all upset. Iris, I'll walk with you."

Talyn watched them leave, pushing past the curtain of vines, with iris pinching the bridge of her nose. Clint got up slowly, picking up his coat and shrugging it on. "C'mon. You can stay at our place tonight." He said gruffly before he got up and turned to walk.

"Thanks.." She swallowed back tears, turning and walking beside him. She was grateful he had offered; She didn't feel like sharing a room with Iris.

The walk to Will and Clint's house was a silent one. She wished he would speak, wished he'd say something. But Clint didn't and she was left to wonder at how angry he really was. He must've been angry. Usually he'd explode before, but now he didn't.

By the time they went in, it was dark and quiet. Will's family was asleep, so Talyn just followed him up the stairs. He let her sleep in the bed, and he took the floor.

No matter how much she wished for sleep, it didn't come.

She wasn't laughing now. Her hands went up to her hair, short and fluffy on the top her head, and she pulled at it.

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Iris went down into the Inn, pulling up a chair at a table. The place was mostly empty, even though it was open- Signaled by the lit lantern outside. Carina had just finished cleaning some of the glasses, when she looked up and smiled.

"Hey, Iris!”

Iris lifted her head and saw the girl with white hair, heading over to her table with two steaming mugs. She smiled at her softly and pulled up a chair, sitting across from her.

"Hey, Carina." Iris smiled a little at her. She took the mug from Carina and wrapped her hands around it. They had their meetings like this, at least once a week. "How are you liking this job?"

Carina shook her head slightly, speaking after she had taken a sip. "Oh, it's wonderful. Cozy, lots of people. I'm learning so much." It felt almost like a home, or what she imagined home would feel like.

Carina was not from the Capital, instead from one of the other kingdoms, Nerin. Nerin was the underwater kingdom, usually of sirens and mermaid. Carina was a mermaid, able to get rid of her tail and shift into legs when she moved onto The Island. She hadn’t shifted back since Iris knew.

Nerin was very secretive, mysterious- Strict. She had been banned from it a few months back, and while swimming in the other unfamiliar parts of the ocean, had been caught by some fishermen. In which Iris and her friends had rescued her. Now, she lived on land, and she was learning their ways here.

"That's good, then! I'm glad you're enjoying the new job. Better than the library?"

"Ah, that's hard to say. I like both." She smiled again. "But how are you? I heard about what happened yesterday. That's just... wow."

Iris glanced up at her, looking down and frowning slightly. Carina knew of what they did, Stealing, helping innocents escape. She hadn't said a word.  She would never do that, she owed a lot to them anyways. "It... was insane. It was also Talyn," she murmured quietly, speaking into her mug.

Carina stared at her for a moment, her eyes widening. "Seriously? Taly- Actually, not that surprised." She frowned, recounting the times she had gotten up in large men's faces, ready to start a fight while they had hung out. "They're looking everywhere for her, though. Not her, really- But..."

"Yeah, yeah. My mom's been going crazy. She's furious."

"Oh, dear..." Carina sighed softly, before the door rang with the chime of a bell, and a familiar red-haired boy came in.

"Icarus!" Iris said, and she smiled. He beamed back at her and headed over.

"Hey!" He said, planting a small kiss on her cheek, and Carina glanced away for a second and downed the rest of her tea. He waved politely to Carina, and she nodded her head and mumbled a hello.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to take a walk?" He said to Iris. Carina waited for a moment, and Iris nodded eagerly. "That's okay, right?"

"Yeah! I mean- Carina?" She tilted her head, asking as if she was merely a second thought. And she was.

Carina bit her lip slightly. "I uh... Well, Iris you just got here-"

"I'm sorry, but you know... Don't get to see Icarus that much. I'll come back in a couple hours, okay? Have our tea ready then?" Iris asked her.

"No, no, go ahead. I should get back anyways. You two have fun. We can talk later, okay?" She picked up the mugs, nodded a goodbye to them and turned as the couple headed out.

She sighed as she went behind the counter, setting the mugs down. She dumped them out.

----

“.... And then she just goes and does whatever she wants, and she doesn't even pick up after herself!" Iris huffed, glad to release some of the tension as she and Icarus walked down the shore of a nearby stream. "She doesn't even ask us, especially with something so important- Doesn't even realize how destructive it is!" She tossed a rock into the water and watched it splash.

Cool it. She could feel the intricate lightning patterns begin to prickle on the backs of her hands. She needed to keep her emotions in check.

"I can see how frustrating that would be," Icarus replied, his tone gentle. His voice calmed Iris down, and he slipped an arm around her shoulder, as always. And as always, she leaned into him. It was like magic- A good magic. Different from her own.

"It's very frustrating. She never listens, never thinks. God, sometimes she's so- stupid." She regretted it immediately as she said it, but it just came out. She frowned. "I... Shouldn't "have said that. I don't mean it."

"I think you do."

She turned to look up at him, surprised. "What? No, that's awful of me to even say-"

"C'mon now. It's okay." He smiled a little again. "I mean, all of that is pretty...dumb. When you think about it. Which she didn't."

"Hey-"

"It is stupid, Iris. You just said so. We're merely stating the obvious, dear. Your sister can't rely on just impulsiveness." He steered them around a rock as they walked. "One day, it might get her hurt. Might get you all hurt."

He was right. Really, he was. Talyn’s impulsiveness would be her downfall.  She just shook her head and sighed. "Yeah... I just feel apart from her, I hope it goes away. I don't like being angry at her."

Icarus rubbed her arm with his thumb. "You two will be fine, I'm sure. It'll pass." Her hands still prickled, and she looked down at them. She sighed softly and glared down at them. "Man... I hate these things."

Icarus looked down at them. "You should wear gloves for them. I can get you some."

"Really? Thank you." Iris sighed softly, sticking her hands in her pockets then.

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It was dinnertime for Clint and Will. Him and his family sat around the table, three younger siblings and his ‘mother’. Clint and Will sat side by side, eating their soup quietly. Clint glanced up at Will's mother, Aliane, pausing for a moment. Aliane looked tired. She went to work at the library early in the morning and left Will to take care of the kids, then after her shift at the library she would go to work at some bar and work late into the night.

Still, it wasn't enough to cover the costs. The youngest was barely a few months old, and the father had left. He was Will's half-brother. Their fathers had left a long time ago and left Aliane. Will didn’t remember his own father too well. But at the face Aliane made whenever he was brought up, something told him he didn’t want to.

Diseases were such a dangerous thing They traveled fats, especially with houses and people so close together. The kids would get sick almost every two weeks it seemed, and the medicines only grew in expense. Especially when the baby got sick, panic and stress would cover the house like a suffocating blanket.

Clint and Will would bring home what they could. Talyn and Iris would send them home with baskets of food and herbs that may help, but it wasn't enough. Clint felt like a burden here. They had been so kind to take him in, all those years ago when he ran away from home... But still... Would it be easier if he wasn't around? That was less people to feed, less people for Aliane to worry about, to support, to house. Aliane wouldn’t let him stay at the Inn though. Aliane hated Diana as much as the rest of them. She barely accepted Talyn and Iris.

He would find that out soon enough.

"How was your days today?" Aliane asked, her voice soft as always. She looked up at the two boys in front of her, swirling her spoon in her fork.

"It was fine," they both said at the same time.

Today had just been hanging out outside while the kids played, after taking them to their teachers. As well as helping Talyn feed some of the poorer communities in the area, covering her while she stuffed her bag with treats and bread.

"Oh, come on! Tell me more, I feel like we haven't talked in ages!" She exclaimed in an exasperated tone, and she leaned forward in interest. "I want to know what you're both up to. I know I'm not home often but... Y'know.  You are still teenagers. I still have to try and keep an eye on you two."

"Alright, alright. We've been stealing, making our with girls, throwing tra- I'm kidding!" He said as he noticed the wide eyes from Aliane.

"You better be!" She grinned at him. "I know I've raised you well. You wouldn’t pull any shit like that.”

"That's right. But I did take your piece of the bread." He held it up.

"Give it to me-" Aliane huffed and snatched the piece out of his hand, rolling her eyes. "Anything else?"

Clint hesitated for a moment. If I don’t do it now, it would never happen. "Actually, there was something I had to tell the both of you. " Out of the corner of his eye he saw Will's eyebrows go up. He faced Aliane, tapping one finger on the table. In sync, his leg bounced up and down rapidly.

"Oh?" She spoke. Clint didn't talk much- So he knew this must've been a surprise.

"I signed up for the Front. Training starts in a few days." Right as he finished uttering the words his tongue felt as if he had swallowed something sour and bitter. Involuntarily, his gaze shifted down to his bowl of soup.

There was a silence that followed his words. Aliane stared at him for a second before she spoke, her voice much softer, much quieter. "Oh..." No one knew much about them, the Front. There were no opinions really- Just honor them. That's why Clint had been so surprised to hear Will's opinion on them. Clint closed his eyes for a moment and saw the word Puppet.

He opened them again and met Aliane’s gaze, feeling Will staring at him too- But he didn't look over. She didn't look mad, only surprised. "I'd just like to ask... Why?"

Clint inhaled for a moment. "Because I want to do something. I want to do something that is going to help people. I want to be someone these kids can look up to." He gestured briefly towards the younger ones, oblivious to the talk. One of them was holding their spoon the wrong way.

"But they already look up to you. Well, they must see but- You already help people, Clint. You help us out. There's no wars, anyways-" Will spoke up this time. His voice was less soft, stricter and more linear.  Almost whiny.

"There is," Clint interrupted. "There will be. Not a war we're really concerned in, but Lilura and Eira are getting more and more... tense every day. They'll probably call on us to aid them."

"Oh, no.." said Aliane. "Do you know why?"

"One wants to abolish the other. I'm not sure, but I'm sure I'll figure it out soon." Clint sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just wanted to let you know. I'll be living and training on the base, though. I'm already signed up.”

"You did this without letting us know first?" Will exclaimed, his eyes narrowing a tad. He looked upset, almost hurt.

"I didn't want to change my mind. It's been on my mind for forever. I decided to get it over with and just do it."

"Will, please." Aliane leaned forward some. "Will there be visits? We still want to see you, Clint."

"I- I'm sure there will be." God, he hated stuttering. He cleared his throat and talked more clearly, forcing his voice to be steady. " I'm not sure when but... I still want to see you all too. It's not like I'm going to drop off the face of the earth."

"You better not. You know I'll kick your ass," Aliane joked. She looked more comforted by that fact. Clint wasn't sure why. He was only another mouth to feed. Will, on the other hand, was hard to read. Part of what Clint read of him- looked almost hurt. He couldn't get why, though.

Will looked up at Clint, but not directly in the eyes as he had always done before and sighed. "I'm glad you're...Making your own way. I'm happy for you. No matter what you choose you’ll always have us for support."

Clint could feel his throat tighten slightly. All he managed then was a quick nod.

"We’re proud of you," added Aliane. She smiled at him gently when he looked up.

"Thank you. It... means a lot." Clint swallowed down whatever was crawling up his throat.

Aliane reached over the table, placing her hands over his and Will's. She didn't say anything else; she didn't need to.

[putas-in-suffering]

Okay but hear me out; imagine going out with girlfriends and deciding to shop for some lingerie and every time you try a new bra on sending a picture to Angel or Bishop and with each one you're getting warned and then going home after making your purchase and taking a full body picture then just waiting until he gets home. You know that the dick game is going to be even better than normal and theres no way they wont leave their mark for everyone to see after

Angel

• Angel would be into it at first, enjoying the tease and of course saving the pics to his phone for later.

• But then you take things a little too far, sending him a full body shot of yourself in lacy lingerie while he’s in Templo, his temper flaring at your blatant disobedience.

• He leaves you on read but as the day becomes night, you know it won’t be long before he comes home, seething and frustrated, exactly how you wanted him.

• You lay spread out across the bed, your lingerie still on, the lustrous fabric doing wonders for your body. You look and feel the part of a pinup vixen, sensuous and soft.

• He storms in the house, slamming doors, his heavy footsteps getting closer to where you lay pliant and ready for his arrival.

• It sends shivers down your spine, hoping he’ll be merciful but still cruel in his punishment, fiendishly craving his dominance.

• The door swings open, revealing Angel standing at the threshold with a wild look in his eye, hungry and deranged as he takes in the sight of you.

• You scoot back with every stride he makes toward you, watching intently as he romoves his layers one by one until he’s down to his boxers and hovering above you in the bed.

• He’s quick, holding your wrists above you head as his mouth teases your neck, sharp teeth baring down right above your breasts, marking you for his own pleasure.

• Once he’s painted you in an assortment of bites and bruises he harshly pulls down the cups of your bra, uncaring of how delicate the material is.

• You gasp, your verbal protest on the cusp of leaving your lips when he runs his tongue over your nipple, coaxing it into his mouth.

• Your head falls back, no more words left to be spoken as you writhe beneath him, begging for more only to be denied.

• He releases your wrists, but you don’t move as his hand cups your jaw and he jerks your head upward to meet his heated gaze.

• “I bet you thought it was really fucking cute, sending me that picture, knowing I was in Templo huh, princesa?”

• “Angel I just thought...”

• The ringed hand between your thighs silences you, rubbing you through the lace of the panties in a tortuous rhythm.

• “No. You didn’t think for shit, and now you’re going to pay.”

• All you can do is gasp when his fingers slip past the material and inside you, knuckle deep in your warmth.

• He doesn’t move, doesn’t tease and it’s maddening.

• “Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he offers cruelly.

• You’re too far gone to argue so you roll your hips and grind into his palm, feeling the pleasure steadily build up within you.

• He says nothing, offers no help, he simply watches you and it’s almost too much for him to bear as he fights back the overwhelming urge to touch you.

• You cry out for him when you cum, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He dips his head down to taste it, savoring your pleasure in a passionate kiss.

• It all happens fast, your panties torn and thrown across the room, his cock buried inside you, setting a bruising pace as he fucks you breathless.

• He shows you no mercy, gripping your throat with enough force to make you see stars, his thrusts hitting so deep that your eyes well up with tears.

• He’s lost in the moment, drunk off the intoxicating power you’re giving him, rage bubbling at the surface where his love for you lies.

• You accept your punishment, relishing in every delicious sensation from the burn of his beard to the slick slapping of skin on skin.

• “Angel, please...” you groan and he’s done for, doing everything he can to have you falling over the edge with him.

• You yield everything over to him, mind, body, and soul as you come undone beneath him.

• You grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his sinewy flesh, begging him to cum inside you, to claim you and mark you as his.

• He cums hot and thick, filling you to the brim and then collapses on you, completely spent.

• You rub his forhead and run your fingers through his thick hair, slowly feeling him come alive beneath your kindling touch.

• For the tough guy Angel is, he’s a sucker for your affection, even after he’s fucked you six ways from Sunday.

• Roused and somewhat alert, he moves from above you so he can clean you up, giving you his flannel to wear to sleep.

• You bring the collar of it up to your nose to inhale his heady scent— leather, smoke and something distinctly Angel.

• You mourn the loss of your ruined lingerie set laying forgotten on the floor, but as he wraps his arms around you, all is forgiven.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

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Summary- Curtis Everett x Y/N. Illness just seems to keep popping up in the tail end. Thinking it was finished, you and Curtis spend some time together or try to anyways. Smut- Oral.

Word Count- 6.5k

Your head was tipped forward against your knees, listening to the breathing in the bunk above you, it was raspy and shallow, so shallow. You didnt dare leave the bedside for more then a few minutes, and it had been days. You banned everyone else out of the area, since the virus was running rampant through the tail end.

You had banned everyone except Tonya from the area, Tonya refused to give you a choice, and you were grateful to have the woman there with you. You did your best to contain the virus, but it spread through the tail end rather quickly. With no medicine to distribute, it was almost impossible not to loose patients. So far youve seen the guards collect a few you couldnt help, and you could only mourn inside, not able to take a break among the sick and dying. Curtis tried several times to enter, only to have you stop him at the entrance, turning him around and pushing him away. Although he was one of the healthier members in the tail end, you wouldnt risk it.

Tonya slipped in and pulled up a stool next to you, frowning. “Girl you need some sleep. Get on out of here and I will sit with her.” Motioning to your current patient, and you shake your head, lifting it off your knees and looking at the girl. A teenager, what 14? 15? Hard to tell exact when they were train babies such as Melissa was, but she was struggling and you couldnt leave now.

“No Tonya, what if she needs me? I have to stay here.”

“Now Y/N, thats what Im here for. I dealt with Timmy being sickly right after he was born, I think I can keep watch over this child to.” Tonya placed her hand against Melissas forehead and then pulled back away.

“Still burning up, isnt she?” You ask, the girls face was flushed, sweat beading along her hair line and the blanket she was wrapped in shook as she shivered in her sleep.

“Yes, but the fever will break soon.”

“Well Im not leaving till it does.” Stubborn as always, you dip your forehead back against your knees, your hand moving up into the bed and taking the sick girls hand, squeezing lightly. Tonya doesnt pressure it further, but moves to attend to the other patient in the area, not nearly as sick, but still needing some mothers care to feel better. Soon enough Tonya could hear your softened breathing of sleep, and slipped out. She couldnt make you see reason, well... there is someone who certainly can.

Tonya marched right down the aisle, looking in all the usual spots she knew Curtis to frequent. Finally she found him with Grey, working on teaching defense techniques to a few others who had asked to learn. Right now Grey had Curtis pinned against the train wall, and as much as the larger man tried he couldnt break from his hold. “Okay man, I give.” he tapped his hand against the steel wall, and Grey released his hold. “Fuck, thought you were gonna take my arm right off that time.” He rolled his shoulder to loosen it back up when Tonya broke through the crowd. “Curtis, you gotta come get your girl.”

Frowning when he heard her, all the joking with the group gone. “Why? Whats wrong? Is she okay?” She had been in that damn medic area for days refusing to come out. She better not be fucken sick to. It was a risk, it had happened before, together you two had discussed it in the night, when you two usually talk over problems, In the end you had looked up at him in that way you do when you are being serious. “I cant not do anything Curtis.... I have to do whatever I can.” And now here he was, worried that your stubbornness put you in danger.

“No no, shes just fine.” Tonya smiled at him to ease the worry on his face, loosening as he moved to reach her, the two of them leaving the group. “Shes just bone tired and needs a good nights rest, she be sleeping now on the floor. Im sure you can move her without even waking her up.” Tonya ducked under the curtain, and sure enough you were slumped up against the frame, sound asleep. Curtis followed along inside and saw you curled up. “Oh baby... “ he whispered as he went over to you, easing a hand under your knees and embracing your back, Tonya kept the curtain open to carry you out.

You didnt even know, all you registered is familiar comforts, warmth, feeling that hollowed spot you normally fell asleep in, pressing your face in against his neck and sighing in your sleep. Feeling your breath brushing against his neck, and hearing that sigh, he chuckled softly at your soft noises and the way you curled up closer. Sliding you into the bunk, this is when you stirred, seeing him climb in behind you. “Curtis Everett, what do you think your doing, removing me?” you say groggily, moving to leave, but he catches you before you can get past him and places you back in your spot, his body blocking your exit. Unbuttoning the front of your coat, he looked at you sternly. “Tonya came to tell me you were passed out on the floor Babygirl.”

“Traitor...” You mutter but dont try to leave again, while Curtis removes your coat and eases you to sit back and you let him, cause you really are tired, and its nice to be taken cared of instead of the other way around. His hand grasps your calf and draws a leg up, removing your boot. Its not like he would let you get away anyways, once Curtis set his mind to something, that was just the way it was going to be. You had plenty of experience with that.

“So you need a break, a good nights sleep.” He draws off the other one and you shift back into your spot, folding arms over chest while he to draws off his own outer clothing to get comfortable, toeing off his boots in the process. Although your eyes are half closed your still fighting it. "Well I don't exactly know if I'm going to get a good night's sleep with you here." He yanked his beanie off and tossed it in your face, making you grin for the first time in a few days and you shoved it on your own head in retaliation.

"Mmmhhh, I love when you wear my clothes." He said as he stretched out to lay down, tugging on your shirt to join him. You yawned, one of those jaw popping ones that seemed to go on for ages. "Me to Curtis, Tonya promised to come get me if something happens?" His fingers brushed the shorter hairs near your temple back, the rest you had tightly wound in a braid. He missed being able to feel the tresses wrap around his hand, but tonight he let it go.

"She did, I made her swear it to me." Not really but he knew Tonya wouldnt hesitate to get them

"Liar, you did no such thing.... You know you dont have to stay, I'm sure it's not that late really. I can still hear the group at Gilliams" you rubbed your face in his shoulder and already worked a hand under his shirts to slide your palm lazily against his chest, your hand coming to a pause at his side, leaving it stretched across his stomach and chest Yea theres no way your letting me leave, he thought, amused you made the effort to offer though. Efficiently wrapping yourself around him, his fingers shifted from your temple down to rub along your back. "Baby we haven't been together like this is days... I missed you. Its hard to sleep alone now, it's cold and to big."

You grumble into the collar of his shirt. "You just miss the cramped sex." Snorting in muffled giggles.

"Well yea.... That to." He teased back, tilting your face up with the press of his fingers against your chin, catching your lips in a teasing kiss. "I'm a man, I got specific needs after all. Like being able to drag you off to bed."

"Mmmhm, and that's the only thing?" You nuzzle your face back against his shoulder. Its okay if I close my eyes, you think.

"The only thing worth anything tonight" He claimed and paused, sensing you must have nodded off. Your breathing was shallow exhales against his neck and your silence stretched longer then usual. Now that your finally relaxed and getting some rest, Curtis allows himself to relax and drift off. He wasnt lying when he said he had been having trouble himself getting sleep, although he wasnt complaining. You were doing what you needed to to keep people alive, he felt like he already didnt deserve you, he couldnt keep you to himself.

The hours passed without any disturbances till much later, what is now considered ‘Morning’ for the tail enders. Tonya made her way down the aisle, counting bunks. It wouldnt bode well to disturb someone else, and they all looked about the same. But she came to the one she suspected to be yours and Curtis shared space. “Curtis?” Tonya quietly says his name and Curtis reaches over to slid the curtain open enough to look out. “Yea? Everything okay Tonya?” His brow came together in worry, raising his hand to rub over his face, draw out the sleep his body was still wanting to fall back into.

“Yea Yea Curtis, I was just coming to tell you all that everything is fine, Melissas fever broke and she has already sat up and asked for a bit of food. So you tell Y/N not to rush back quite yet.”

Curtis looked over his shoulder to see you had your face buried in against the crook of your arm, and hadnt even stirred. Looking back at Tonya and smiling, he nodded. “Dont worry, I wont let her go yet to soon. Shes finally sleeping, and Im not gonna mess with that unless I have to.” Tonya gave a nod and bid farewell to Curtis, which he closed the curtain and slid back into the warmth of where you two slept. You still hadnt given any sign of waking, your shirt having ridden up your back, so he could let his palm slide against the warm softness of your lower back and the dip in your waist.

He let it slide gently, and then settle in heavily, the way you moaned and shifted in closer, seeking out the all familiar hardness and warmth, tugging your head to rest on his chest and a sigh signaled you had sunk back into that deep sleep. Your hand fisted into his shirt near his stomach and you wedged your leg around his. Wrapping yourself around Curtis, he kept his rubs on your back gentle, soothing. You stayed that way for a couple more hours, and Curtis was content to doze in and out during this period.

But when you woke up, it was with a jerk, your head lifting and not registering where you were, your hand pressed against his lower stomach making him gasp a bit as you sat up. “Oh shit, Curtis Im sorry” You squeak, his hat you stolen earlier was hanging half off your head, hair pulled out of your braid all curling around your face. He rubbed his lower stomach, and chuckled with a groan. “Its okay baby, but jeeze! You woke up like someone stuck you with a hot poker, why?” He moved to an elbow, half on his hip to face you.

“My patient, it occurred to me I should check on Melissa.” You confess with a guilty look, and Curtis reached up, removing his hat, and brushing back your hair with his hand. You looked like you were caught doing something wrong, although if he had it his way, you wouldnt have moved, rather content himself having you wrapped all around him.

“Tonya already came Babygirl, Melissa is fine. Her fever broke middle of the night, and shes asked for food, water. Sitting up.” Your eyes widen and a smile breaks out as you cant help contain the overall relief and joy you feel hearing that. “Oh thank god.... “ You breath out and lay on your back near where Curtis is leaning on his elbow looking down. Studying you for a moment, then saying. “You will feel better if you go check on her wont you.” You give a sheepish smile and nods, making him roll his eyes.

“Okay, lets go Y/N. Pain in the ass” He mutters teasing as you two get on your boots, and he slides out, turning around and grasping you around your waist, he lifts you down. Right now nothing could ruin your good mood, your patient was going to be okay. After all the one who came to you to late to help, you saved one. You considered it a win given the conditions you all live in. Pausing Curtis, you dont want him possibly getting sick, but no regards to yourself, you dart right on in. Curtis waits all of five seconds and just follows you in as well.

“Hey Melissa” You say as you go to the girl, Tonya doing some wash off in the corner and hanging stuff around to dry. The girl grins, picking at a protein block. How you wish you could get that girl some of your moms chicken noddle soup like you had back in the day. But she seemed so much better, some proper color in her face, her eyes werent that burning red, no runny nose or heavy wet coughs like a couple days ago.

“Hey Y/N, Curtis” she nods to the both of you, smiling. You perch on the edge of the bed, and reach out to touch her forehead. It was nice and cool this time around, the fever seemed to be truly gone. “Tonya said if you thought it was fine, I could probably walk around a bit today, my legs are itching for a stretch.” She leaned forward to grab her toes, effectively stretching her legs and back in the process, but it certainly wouldnt hut. “I dont see why you cant, just dont wander off to far and stick to the aisle.” You smile at the girl, whom in turn looks so relieved, you glance at the other bed and see it empty. Turning to ask Tonya, she never looked up from her project.

“I sent them on there way. It was nothing but an bit of wanting attention.” You smirk and look at Curtis and he scowls a bit, rolling eyes. He was in no way acting like that.

“Everything sounds good then, best day weve had in weeks.” You move to a stand and head to leave. “I will go tell Gilliam, so he can spread the news that short of a patient, we seem to be on the mend.” Tonya nodded, and once more the two of you left.

Once you were further away, you tugged on Curtis coat and backed the two of you in between a set of Pipework, dragging him down to kiss him deeply. You caught him by surprise for all of 2 seconds, but he responded in kind, an hefty moan coming from his throat, and his hands grasped your ass. Curtis pulled you up to your tip toes, to press against his hips so you can feel him getting hard just for you, so you could feel his whole body coiled, ready to claim you are his. Your hands grasp his biceps to hold onto, letting him lead the kiss now, his tongue filling your mouth, his lips pulling on yours till they were swollen, red. Once he broke, you were left panting softly, not really from loss of air, but in need.

“If it hadnt been like 2 weeks, I would ask why” He growls, squeezing your ass again as he finishes lifting you to perch on the edge of one of the water pipes, and your biting your lip looking at him in the same lust that he now had blazing in his eyes.

“Why is because its been 2 weeks Curtis that Im like this, you think I was implying it was just you needing some of that TLC Tonya was talking about?” Your hands cant help themselves, prying up his shirt enough to reach underneath the hem and sliding your hands over his stomach and chest, sure to curl your fingers and letting your nails slide slowly down over his nipples, along his pecs, sure to trail over his abs. He shuddered under your touch, and your legs part to draw him in closer, wrapping your thighs around his hips, letting yourself lean into him, tracing an ear with your lips, whimpering. “Fuck I have missed you Curtis Everett” You nip at his ear lobe, sucking on it.  

This caused a slight rumble from his chest as he pulled in against where you were perched, and rolling your hips in against where his erection was achingly large bulge in his pants. Two weeks might not have been that long, but you was feeling it now in every way that counted and you were shrugging off your coat and dropping it, Curtis pressed up your shirt, impatient to tease you, he nipped on one hard tip already sensitive to the fabric. Dragging your teeth across your bottom lip and grasping his head to press him closer.

You start squirming, his mouth making your bra wet and clinging to your skin, his teeth still sharp through the fabric, whimpering sharply to get his attention, pressing your feet against the back of his thighs. “Curtis. Get. It Off!” you stressed about your bra, but he just tilts his head to tease the opposite side, a glance up of his blue eyes chuckling at you before he slid his hands up to finish getting rid of your shirt. “Impatient baby girl? I was having fun.” You give him a glaring look at his smug teasing one and go to take your bra off.

He caught your wrists though before you could, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Oh I will take it off when Im ready.... “ His hand going up your back and toying with the clasp but not releasing it yet. His head dipped against yours and he claimed your lips, in more of a bite then a kiss, your tongue daring to meet his, the only opening he needed to turn it into a strong heated kiss, he actually pulled you a bit forward in it, where you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep from falling off the pipework

Suddenly you felt his hand yank your bra away and a warm hand clasp around a breast, pushing and squeezing, you hadnt even realized he unclasped it in the first place. He sucked on the curve as he plumped it towards his mouth, dipping a hand to rub between your thighs, tracing that cored center that was covered in clothing, damn in the way clothing. You so wanted to feel those thick fingers just open you right up for him, plunging into you over and over till you came undone all over him.  

“You all wet and messy down there baby?” A nod on your part, rocking your hip and groaning when you felt him push back so you could get some friction.Your starting to pant, and fist your hands into his coat so you could lever yourself further, and thats when your name, once more for the hundredth fucking time, it felt like in those two weeks, was called. No, fuck no!, your mind is crying out in frustration, and he curses much more louder at having your moment taken away. You give a soft cry when he moves his hand and clasps your thigh as your still jerking slightly to keep you seated on the pipework, and moving enough so your naked chest would be covered by his broad shoulders. “I know baby, just hold on.”

Hiding your face against his chest, you could feel the rumble start before he even yelled out “Shes occupied! Is this an emergency?” And the person looking for you paused, now seeing Curtis just beyond some of the pipework, glaring over his shoulder at them. “Errr- well no, not really, we were just-” Curtis cut him off right there. “Get the fuck out of here now. She will find you later... “ There was a pause and a wide eyed look, he turned on his toes and promptly walk away. Your hands smooth against Curtis chest, trying not to laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you peek up. Oh the frustration you were feeling was written all over his face. But a thoughtful look crossed. “Do you trust me?”

“Uhhh with my life yes, why?”

He reached down to yank your discarded coat off the floor and wrapped it around you, and then grabbed your other discarded clothing. Pressing a shoulder to your midsection, he lifted you off the pipework with a clasped hand over your ass, making you laugh and try to twist enough to look him in the face. “Curtis! what are you doing?” You duck your head to keep from looking at people you two were passing. Not that it mattered, everyone knew who you were. He seemed to be looking for an empty lower bunk, and he dropped you in one, skittering back as he followed you in.

There was no slowing Curtis down, he slipped his coat off. “Take your coat off, mines bigger” You did as he asked, unsure why. Nervous as anyone walking by could probably see you, he shrugged his off and draped it around you, yanking off his shirts and balled them up to toss them in the corner of the bunk. “Pants off” He directed and you worked them down, falling back to kick them off. Kneeling before you, his hands clasped around your waist and he fell back, dragging you to straddle his chest, your hands slapping against the bunks frame work to keep from falling forward. “Curtis!” you exclaim in surprise, and he shifts enough to get himself comfortable.

“I want you to ride my face.”

“Ride your face?!” You tried tightening your thighs at the idea, but his shoulders are firmly wedged between your knees. “I would suffocate you.”

“Babygirl, your not going to suffocate me. Its going to make you feel so good. Didnt you say you trusted me?” his tongue darted on his lip in anticipation, blue eyes flashing for you to take the challenge, to trust what he wanted. You worked your own lip, nervous, intrigued at the idea. He splayed out his coat you were still wearing, making it so you two were tented. Curtis though got a full view of you, from how you were seated. Your wet little pussy pressing against his chest, your stomach tightening, although you had nothing to worry about, to your breasts, so perfect in the way the fit his hands, how responsive you were to his tongue. Fuck you were beautiful, and all his. Always will be all his. A smirk flashed up at you, and his hands cupped your heart shaped ass, sliding fingers around the curves and pressing against your cheeks. “Come on babygirl, let me taste that pretty little pussy, let it just soak my face.”

You bite your cheek, and then nod, arching up to shift closer and hover over his face, still nervous about what hes asking for. But once you committed, he guided you in closer and before you could pull back, he buried his face into your pussy, giving a deep swipe through your slick folds where you had been so close to coming last time. “Oh-OH!” you huff and look to find anything to grab onto, lifting your arms above your head to grasp the metal frame work. His arms fold over your thighs to keep you from lifting away from him, and actually press you down onto his face harder.

There was thick long licks filling your entrance and up to flick his tongue against your clit, swirling figure eights around the swollen bud till it was driving you mad, then sharp bite would tug on it, swelling further, teasing more till a gush of arousal would flood you, making him groan in appreciation. The hairs of his beard would burn your folds, scratching the tender skin. You couldnt pull away if you wanted to. Fuck you didnt want to, he was making you feel uncontrolled bliss, your hips rolling to follow his tongues strokes.

He moved his hands, moving from your thighs to dig into your lower back and continue pushing you down on his face. Muffled, but you still heard him say. “So fucken good sweetheart.” The compliment, and that particular curl of his tongue filling you along with the plunge of fingers curling in a come hither motion when he added that extra stretch, stroking your overly tender channel made your eyes roll back, and you fought some of the pressure he had on your back from his remaining splayed hand,  his hold was relentless, and you fucked his face cause that was all your body was capable of doing. There was no holding your self back, crying out his name. “Curits Oooh god!”

Humming underneath you, Curtis didnt hold back, enjoying every bit of you, from the way your pussy flooded in arousal, the roll of your hips slicking across his face, to those tiny mewls and squeals when he licked at a particularly delicious spot, and you would clench yourself around his fingers. It was sloppy, messy and Curtis was all set to be doing this again with you.

“Curtis- ah, baby. Fuck.... “

Another curling lick and several deep pumps of his digit in your tight hole.

“Mmmhhh yes baby?” He muttered before circling your clit once more, dragging his tongue over it and sucking the button between his teeth, rolling gently to hear you whine once more and reach down to clasp his head, pressing him in tighter.

“Oh sonofabitch” your words are whined out, run together in a lust filled cry. “Baby, I cant hold back anymore...”

You could feel him chuckling underneath you, his hand shifting from your back and sliding to find your breast, squeezing firmly to help you along. You grab your other one, the firm sting bringing you higher. “Then what are you waiting for, let me have it.”

You panted, you grind on him, at this point you were all about reaching that snap, and Curtis was fine helping you along, finding your g-spot, he rubbed the pads of his fingers across, it, lapped at your juices dripping and was sure to pay attention to your clit once more, teasing that little trigger bud. Chanting his name helped, maybe it was your way of telling him that you were his, you had no idea. It just fell from your parted lips, and gasping breaths. Your anchor from flying much to high. The man was bringing you to burn in your orgasms flames, but his name was your anchor to keep you safe. You allowed to waves to rock your body in quakes, his hands embracing you to keep you from falling. You squirted, several times, and diligent he cleaned the mess before easing you back a bit, and moving to a sit, cradling you in his lap.

You felt like liquid bliss in his arms, supple and content, maybe even a bit tired, although in your opinion he did all the work. Curtis hand came up to wipe his face clean, his beard though, still glistened from your mess, and honestly that just made you feel so damn sexy knowing that. You blush slightly, thinking about what you just did, and he grinned, feathering kisses across your face. “I dont know about you babygirl, but I really enjoyed that”

“Yea Curtis that was.... that was intense.” You admitted, stretching out your arms and rolling your wrists to stretch out. Your whole body just felt so content in that moment, wrapping his coat a bit further around you to keep yourself hidden from any passerbys. This wasnt the safety of your bunk. There was no curtain to hide the two of you away, although there was an abundance of shadows, and his black coat did well in keeping the two of you out of sight. Quiet though... well there was no real way to keep quiet.

“Im voting we do that again soon.” He is tilting your face to meet his and he kissed you slowly, you moaned softly at your taste now flooding you now, it was sinful, and you were loving it, rubbing your body against him, licking and sucking on his bottom lip, you pulled back and bit your lip. Curtis roamed his hands over your body, settling against the swell of your hips, loving how affectionate you were, that he was able to turn you on and satisfy you in any way you needed. Curtis was sure to see the flare of red in your cheeks, and the hushed whisper as if you were worried someone would hear you.

“Do tell why we never did that before” you thoroughly enjoyed it, and your hand found his erection pressing into his pants, forming your palm around him and stroking through the fabric. You were rewarded by his shuddering form, and a hiss between his teeth as his jaw snapped shut. After all he made you feel good, very good... it would only do to return the favor. Curtis let his head fall forward, the sensations riddling his body. Something so simple as your touch could bring so much pleasure. The slightly squeeze of your palm cupping around him made him throb, ache, need.

You leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh Curtis, so big.” Nipping on his jawline and breathing in against his skin. It was a comforting feeling, your lovers hands so possessive holding onto your hips and the way he grew, hard, how whole body rigid just from your touch. He had the power over you, and you had the power over him, and how you loved giving him this kind of bliss, when the world would narrow between the two of you, just for a little while.

Dragging your tongue along the pulse of a vein in his neck, just a little more pressure, a little more friction causing his deep rumble from his chest making you squeeze your thighs together excitedly. He had rumbled frequently in a similar fashion when he was eating you out as a man starved, your hands moved up from his erection to tug on his pants. It was then another voice called your name out, the tone stressed as it searched you out. Your eyes lifted to meet Curtis, and his darkened gaze snapped in frustration, cursing out. “Son of a fucking bitch... “ The tight grasp he had on your bare hips loosened and went to tug his jacket wrapped around your body closed to cover your nakedness, and he moved to sit on the edge of the bunk you two just happened to be occupying to block the majority of the view behind him.

Curtis rubbed at his head, and his gaze sought out the woman further down, looking and asking for you, pausing at random people, her words hurriedly rushed only to meet with shaking heads and shrugs. He could tell she was a bit scared, a bit panicked. Great. Behind him, your hands slipped on his back as you curled up behind him, looking over his shoulder to see the same thing he did. “Curtis we have to help her” Your words were soft in his ear, and for once he wanted to ask, why? We dont know her... But instead he barked out a “Hey! down here” and she rushed to you two. “Oh thank god... please, its my son. I dont know whats wrong with him.”

You can see the panic riddling her face, how could you say no. “Of course, give me five minutes... Kathy, right?” you say, your hands still rubbing against Curtis back to calm him, you could feel him still on edge from playing earlier, from getting interrupted again. Kathy nodded and you smiled reassuringly. “Bring him to the medic area, Tonya might be there.”

You watched her rush away and you nuzzled Curtis neck, kissing softly before puling away to put clothes on, Curtis fell back, cursing once more under his breath. “I swear to fucking god, one day were going to have a room, with a fucking steel door.” That made you chuckle softly as you clasp your bra back on and tug on your shirt, moving to lean over him and nipped his lips, mummering against them. “Why steel? To keep everyone out?” you pulled back away to grab your panties and pants to tug them on. He smirked as he tipped his head back further to watch you, flashing him a nice glimpse of your ass, the wiggle making him rub his palm against his chest, spiking his heart rate. “Keep them out, maybe keep you in more like.”

That caused you to arch a brow at him and move over to the edge, sitting next to him to put your boots on. “Good luck with that handsome.” you shake your head while leaning down to wrap the shoestring around the boot a few times and tie it in the front, then double knotting it. You straighten out and pat his chest. “But you can try, I will let you have that.” Your about to get up and his hand catches you gently.

“I will be by in a few, m’kay?” He pulled himself up to sit, and looked behind to grab his shirt he had ditched earlier. Nodding as you go to a stand “Take your time, Im sure its nothing. We will pick this up later, dont think Ive forgotten I owe you a little something something” You teased as you got up and left him. Curtis watched you head down and groaned as he reached behind to get the coat you were wearing earlier, wrapping his hand in the still warm fabric, shrugging it on with a soft smile just for himself thinking of how much you had enjoyed yourself. Giving a slight whistle that was out of character for him, he went to go check on another matter.

Entering the medic area, you reach your hands into a bucket of water and give them a quick scrub, looking over at your patient. His face was drawn, dark circles under his eyes and his hand was pressed against his stomach. You are sure to smile at the boy when he looks at you, and you go to kneel before him so your level with him. His mother, Kathy fretted nearby, but you focused on the boy.

“Hi, my names Y/N” you hold out your hand as you would with any adult to shake hands. He glances at it a moment, and slips his smaller one in yours. Giving a pump, you drop it. “Your mom tells me your not feeling good, wanna tell me about that?”

His hand went back to his belly, and he took a deep breath, turning green, the look of being about to vomit crossing his drawn face. Oh damn! You move to get back up and take his hand. “Over here quick” You lead him to the sink and he drops his head in. Your hand rubs his back while he gags into it, Kathy coming up behind the two of you. “Jacks been that way all day, there isnt even anything left for him to toss.” You nod and once the boy finishes heaving under your hands, you bring him back to sit down on the edge of a bunk. “How long you been feeling this way Jack?”

He looked so dejected before you, humping forward a bit as he leaned his hands on either side of his legs, pressing them against the mattress, and his shoulders pulled in and together. “Since last night...”

“Did you eat or drink anything unusual Jack?” You questioned while searching him, your fingers brushing along his face, searching his eyes, feeling his forehead. He felt warm, but that could be caused from him just upchucking and heaving. Giving a shake of his head, you eased him to lie down. “You eat just your protein bar, did someone give it to you or did you pick it out of the wagon?”

“No mom got it for me” Which Kathy nodded to confirm.

“Its just easier if I go then having him wait in line, they know Im a parent so the guards dont give much of a fuss when I take two or three bars. It was just like any other time, I grabbed two off the top.”

Listening, you turned back to Jack and had him open his mouth to see if it was discolored. Afterwards you secured a bucket to be near the bunk, you had suspicions as to what was going on, how easy would it be for them to mess with there food and water supply. Certainly not wanting to cause Kathy to panic, you pull up a blanket around the boy. “Kathy, stay with Jack and I will be right back” Excusing yourself, you looked both ways trying to figure out where Curtis was, biting your lip in indecision until you saw him heading your way. Twisting to head his way, the smile on his face was a rare occurrence and you didnt really want to take it away. “Hey babygirl, just coming to see you.”

“Curtis, we got a problem I think.” You pull him off to the side for a second of privacy, spitting out what you walked into, getting to the last part.  “I think they are putting poison in our food”

“Well hold on, are you sure Y/N? I mean, so far its just the one case.” He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “If we think our food is getting poisoned, its going to cause panic.”

Maybe you were jumping the gun, your arms folding over themselves and you glanced back towards the medic bay, biting your lip. You could be over reacting. The moment of indecision was soon taken away from you, Curtis could see that it was a battle behind your eyes, and his fingers grasped your chin, making him look at you.

“Wait a few days and see if there are anymore cases. If there is, then we will discuss as a group with Gilliam.”

You nodded, of course. It made sense not to cause a panic.

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[youre-in-my-sights]

W augh ok Gabe and v shy s/o who I s just. Frail, tiny, v nice, and can and will cry at any given time w/ partner who Gabe considers to be unworthy of s/o?

(I hope that by Gabe you meant not Reaper)

When Gabe first met you, it was because of your initiation into the Soldier program, However you did not meet the soldier criteria. you were short, skinny, and too emotional, a mix of traits that landed you an office job instead.

Gabe was just trying to be friendly, welcoming a new face to the base. His friendliness quickly became fondness, which quickly became a borderline obsession. Over time, and through extended contact with you, he has learned that you are in a relationship. A relationship he highly unapproves of. You have bruises and scars on your arms and a small cut under your eye. When asked about it, you quickly evaded, which only made Gabe more suspicious.

Once you were sure Gabe was out of your little office you called your boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't quite gone yet.

"Where the hell are you," blares from the phone speakers.

"Don't shout," you say just above a mumble. "I'm still at work. Getting settled in is taking longer-"

"You said it would be over in a few hours! It's 7 at night! You have the only housekey!"

"What happened to the spare i gave you?"

"You raising your voice at me, punk?"

"N-no! No sir...I'll be home as soon as possible..."

Your boyfriend hung up on you. Gabe peeks around the corner and sees you with your head in the palms of your hands. He sees all the stress your relationship causes you in that one action, and it's enough to make his blood boil something fierce.

The next day, Gabe is all over your record. Where you're from, where you live, and with whom you live with. He apparently learns that your boyfriend has had a few charges of domestic violence and a record of domestic abuse. Just the thought of him laying his hands on you made Gabe so, so much more angry.

You arrive at your new office with more things to unpack and got to it. As you were, Gabe was already out for blood.

Your boyfriend was getting ready for whatever job he had. The walls of your house were littered with holes that he walked by and chuckled at.

Just when the front door is opened, Gabe sends a powerful punch into the man's abdomen. He hunches over in pain as he tries to catch his breath. Gabe takes his collar and drags him outside. Once the man starts squirming to his feet, he sends another punch to his stomach.

"Who....the fuck...are you," he says as he desperately tries to suck in air. "And why the...fuck. are you here...?"

Gabe sends his boot into the man's chin. Blood and teeth fly away from his face. The man uses one arm to cradle his face and the other to crawl away.Gabe's boot then comes craching onto the man's arm with an audible snap. The man howls in pain and begins to cry. Gabe rests his boot at the back of the man's head.

"Doesn't feel so good, does it," Gabe begins coyly. He presses his boot harder against his head when he doesn't answer.

"DOES IT?"

"No," the man spits out, as well as more blood.

"Y/N doesn't deserve you," Gabe continues. "He's a very nice person with so much to give. You don't even see it, do you?" His boot is grounded into his head more. Theres a short silence before the man's eyes widen. He now knows what this is about.

"I....I-" more pressure is added to the man's head.

"I know you don't see it. You just took the smallest available man you could find to work out your anger on, knowing they couldn't fight back." Gabe leans closer to the man's ear while doubling the pressure on his head.

"Shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it?"

"Yesh," the pinned man says quickly, hoping Gabe doesn't apply more pressure to his head. "I'm sorry-it won't happen again-"

"I know it won't."

A loud snap and splattering noise is heard as Gabe puts his full weight and strength on the man's skull. Gabe stands there for a while to realize what he's done and how much he enjoyed it. Perhaps the birth of a bad habit?

Once he disposes of any mess and forged some sort of break up note, he's headed back to work to wait for everything to unfold. He knows that once you read the note you'll be devastated, and He'll be there as a shoulder to cry on, and you'll be one step closer to being his.

All he has to do now is wait.