#though i have a very strong feeling that will increase after they open for kneecap this month!!

[allbornscreaming]

GURRIERS — Dipping Out (dir. Colin Peppard & Benedict Goddard) +

[sundarika]

Hello! Can I have some hc with a protective mama Reader with Naib, Helena and Bane. They are my precious baby. I haven't play this game since season 13 and I miss them so much ahhhhhhh 😭😭. Thank you, have a nice day ❤❤🌷 (sr, my English is not good)

✨ Your English is wonderful dear ✨

[Naib Subedar, Helena Adams, Gamekeeper] S/O Is Overprotective

✨ As a reminder, my works will always include gn!reader unless specified by the requester! ✨

———————————————————————

[Naib Subedar]:

* You had been at the manor for quite awhile now, and were a rather nice person, getting along with most other survivors, and even some of the hunters to boot.

* It was quite surprising actually. You’d walked in the first day with a tough-guy attitude and gruff personality, and you didn’t seem like a very approachable person.

* Then, some survivors such as Victor and Emily started worming their way into your heart. Liam [Lucky Guy] and Norton were some of the first people to offer you a seat at the dinner table, and from then on you were one of them.

* You had scars, though most could tell they were more physical than emotional, from some sidejobs you used to complete for a gang on White Sand Street—robbing people and competing in fights with rivals.

* You quickly learned that most people fought back. Rival gangs always intruded on your own territory, and you were always left on guard, defending the last remnants of your livelihood and your sanity.

* Maybe that’s why you’re so protective over your things. Never letting anyone enter your room, never letting anyone see the pain you hide. Opening up to people enough to make allies, but never enough to show secrets.

* Now Naib…. Naib helped you out a lot. It seemed he understood you, far more than others. For some reason, he was always there for you, watching your back when needed, acting like a shield at times—sometimes literally.

* You never really understood at first, how he seemed to know you so well. From what you knew, he came from halfway cross the world, from Nepal, in India—a child, a soldier, a weapon.

* You guessed his life was rather similar, and assumed he’d come to the manor for quite the same reasons but, it was hard to see through the scowl on his face.

* At some point, you began to recognize the signs, the irritation, the avoidance. You recognized the silence, and the stiffness that came from Naib when he ate and smiled and nodded at their questions. You saw the signs of a brother, somebody just as lost and broken as you were.

* Children in the bodies of adults, forced to live life too fast and too furiously. Damaged and done in, waiting for someone to save them, but too scared to cry for help.

* Unwilling to hurt others again, unwilling to change.

* You grew wary—observant—of him eventually. You joined in more matches with him as teammate, and sat next to him often at dinner. When you noticed he didn’t eat as much, you grunted in concern. When he fell asleep in odd places, you’d bring him a blanket.

* It got to the point where he found out about your help, and tried to dissuade you from wasting your time.

* You never really listened. In fact, your worries only increased. Others might not have recognized, but you saw the signs of fatigue and death written in the lines of his face. You’d seen it every day back on White Sand.

* He gave up on making you give up, tired of attempted persuasions. Eventually began returning the favours—Naib is the type to have a ‘you watch my back, I’ll watch yours’ mentality.

* Everything you’d do for him is returned in kind. It annoyed the rest of the manor to no end because the giving and receiving eventually reached limits unheard of.

* You’d throw yourself on a rocket chair to save him, and next game you’d have your own personal bodyguard tracking your every move.

* He’d never admit it, but he appreciates all you do for him, and hopes you appreciate his efforts in making your life a little better too.

* Though your protective tendencies know no bounds, he hopes you’re a little more cautious with throwing your life on the line for him like that. This is a death game after all, be more careful…. please?

* At some point, the whole manor hopes you two could just get together and kiss it out in some storage closet. If you’re dating, what’s the need to be so consistent in you’re protective tendencies? Then you’ll always be together, which means nothing can ever happen to either of you!

* To be fair, that’s what most of them thought until an incident after the confession, where Naib wouldn’t let you out of the medical ward for a week due to a few hairline fractures.

* Please Naib! Emily begs you to let her use the examination table! You’ve hogged it for 5 days and she needs it to identify the infection spreading on Aesop’s leg! Vera broke her nose! William sprinted into the gymnasium wall and shattered his kneecaps! Please leave!

* You once set fire to a couch because Naib stubbed his toe on it.

* Please stop it you two, Freddy can’t budget for anymore furniture, and we’re fresh out of chairs.

———————————————————————

[Helena Adams]:

* Oops! Oh no her glasses! Aww shucks, Norton knocked them right off her face and onto the hardwood floor. She can’t find them because she can’t see, whatever shall she do?

* [S/o]! Please, she needs your help!

* You come in running with a pair of pliers, five bottles of anti-grease spray, and a box of extra lenses and a screwdriver.

* Oh how wonderful! You fixed her glasses—again—and saved her from the task of shuffling herself on all fours looking for them! Her hero!

* Helena…. praises you to say the least. You’re her best friend, her confidante, her…. big and strong, sometimes dumb partner!

* She adores everything you do for her, and tries equally as hard to do things for you that make your life necessarily easier, though it’s harder with her condition.

* She met you around the same time as everybody else, during your first days in the manor. Really, she didn’t actually know you were there until she bumped into a voice she didn’t recognize and became surprised.

* You quickly learned about her blindness, and made it your goal to form a friendship with her based on your willingness to help her around and get closer to her—she was very kind after all.

* Your protectiveness stemmed from the inherent feeling of a need to help guide and provide for Helena, much like a spouse would… jk, unless 👀….

* At some points, you were berated by her for your incessant protections, most of which made her feel highly dependent, which she didn’t like.

* She liked the feeling of being independent of others and being recognized as an autonomous, capable being. Especially considering what she came there for, it was a blow to her pride to be led around and pushed aside all the time.

* When she revealed these feelings to you, you had surprisingly promised her to cease in most areas of monitoring—however you still consistently check up on her—and settled into the realm of a relationship with her.

* Helena meets somebody who respects her opinions + acknowledges her intellect + isn’t a dingy asshole? Sign her up and slap on a ring, she’s marrying this person (eventually).

* She knows that your tendencies stem from a place of need and want, and tolerates most of them. Deep down, she likes being taken care of by someone who knows she can take care of herself. She really does love you.

* When you’re actually in a relationship with each other, you make sure to watch each others backs, more so you than Helena (because she can’t ‘watch’ per say), but you get the point.

* There was once an incident in a duo’s match where Helena became stranded on the Lakeside Fishing map. The terrain is rough, with piles of fish everywhere, randomly placed boxes and walls, and the barrels are bad enough when they don’t form a blockade.

* Her navigational skills, as good as they are with all her previous experience and staff, couldn’t for the life of her figure out how to move her way around a mess of box paths, pallets, and fishing stands.

* Most other survivors were occupied or dead—it had been a hard match against Jack the Ripper and Guard 26—and she was barred from reaching any form of help.

* So she screamed your name as loud as she possibly could across the map, and ended up attracting the attention of BonBon instead. During those moments where she could hear his clanks and heavy metalloid footsteps stalking towards her, the tick of a time bomb in hand, she heard a screech in the distance.

* A fierce battlecry—you came raging from around a windmill, propelled by William’s football and packing heat with a flare gun. BonBon, now stunned twice, stood there in astonishment, before chasing after you, who had grabbed Helena in your arms, running off at full speed.

* Your stamina bar, indicated by a small tab on your character, was running low, and you wouldn’t be able to run at full speed for another minute or two, having used your ability to buy time. Stopping near a closet, you lean down to place Helena on her feet, telling her to hide.

* Her blood trail was invisible from not actually having run anywhere, and she did as you said, making you promise to come get her when it was safe.

* You gave her a smirk and a small nod, assuring her that you would, before leaning in for a peck on the forehead as you shoved her into the locker.

* If only you could see her flushed in embarrassment.

* Leaving her to fangirl in the locker, you form a decoy in your arms—result of your max rescuer ability—and ran off once more, taking off around a corner just as Guard 26 reached your previous location, chasing after you and ‘Helena’ in hopes of landing two more kills.

———————————————————————

[Bane the Gamekeeper]:

* How does it feel to love a deerman? Good? Okay!

* Bane as you know is a little…. rough around the edges so-to-speak, and he has a lot of edges.

* Once you get around all the hooks, chains, and bear traps, and beneath that creepy-looking deer head of his, he really is such a sweet guy!

* At least you think so. In reality, he still acts like a complete dick to everybody else, and only shows his soft side around you, but that’s because he knows he can trust you with his lands, animals, and secrets! All those others out there only wish to hurt what he—you—have, and he’ll make them pay for it.

* Honestly, in order for him to have fallen for you so hard to have let his guard down around you, you probably would have had to be at your most vulnerable point in life, or a hunter yourself. Like a scared prey animal, uncertain of its future, waiting for something to happen, and somebody to help, or a huge predator, ready to strike out at any moment.

* Once you worm your way into his cold dead heart, there’s no way out for you. He’ll keep you close, as he doesn’t want you to be poached away like his precious animal friends from the past. He knows how cruel humanity can be sometimes.

* When you come to find out about his less-than-kind history, it’s all you can do to pity him. Your sympathy knows no bounds, and you become clingier, though he quite honestly likes it.

* You don’t want what happened to him to occur again, and with all these other traitors and murderers in the manor, you’re afraid of what the others could do.

* You keep to his side a lot more, take walks with him in the garden, and enjoy tranquil picnics from time-to-time on Lakeside. Anything to keep him close to you and away from all the pain.

* Bane can obviously see what your doing, and noticing that your protectiveness doesn’t yet border on the insane, he allows you to continue in your devotions.

* It’s honestly sweet sometimes how you both adore each other so much, even if you know that one day one or both of you will have to leave. Whether it be through death, disappearance, or another means such as escape is a question of time, and one that neither of you know the answer to.

* If you’re also a hunter, than both of you know that while you two are happier now than either of you were in life, that your individual deaths and worths will eventually determine your fates—whether that be a happy afterlife, or an eternity of endless wandering.

* It’s well known that you’ll both disappear the day the game ends, your souls being put to rest as they should’ve been however long ago. Until then however, you’ll continue to hold on to and vehemently protect the relationship the two of you have, and you’ll fight until your soul vanishes from the earth for what you have to remain that way.

* Now, if you’re a survivor, this is where the relationship can be a bit difficult.

* Avidly defending the actions of your boyfriend during and after a match to the rest of your survivor buddies isn’t a very good look for you, or your reputation. It’s been many times where you’ve almost been chased out of the dining room because somebody was pissed at you for costing them the match, or being the only one spared instead of convincing Bane for a win or tie.

* As they say, if you can’t beat em’, join em’. Some survivors, such as William, Kreacher, and Freddy, have more than once suggested that if you loved a hunter so much, you should become one to be with him. Dating the undead almost crosses the line of what is humane. Aesop thinks you’re kind of cool.

* The hunters over on Bane’s side hate you more. Are convinced that you’re the sole reason that Bane goes friendly sometimes (even in matches without you in them), and that your relationship takes away from his brutal and violent persona and nature.

* Violetta and Michiko are the most tolerant of you, mainly because you gifted them silk and a hand fan for Christmas once when they wished for them in their letters.

* All-in-all, basically everyone blames you, but you keep going forward because who cares about all the nasty bi*ches in the world, am I right?

* Once, to prove the integrity and devotion of your relationship, you set Freddy’s room on fire and locked Kreacher in a closet. You looked Bane directly in the eyes and kneeling before him stated, “I have committed arson for you m’lord.”

* You couldn’t see it because of his deerish head and all, but Bane really went “Heart eyes motherf*cker.” on you in that moment.

* You love animals and set things on fire to prove your loyalty to him? Ticket for one please, he’s riding the simp train all the way to the station.

* Just, please don’t accidentally burn down the manor, he wants to spend as much time with you as possible before he disappears.

* Also don’t joke around with your life, it’s too precious, even when you tackle your own teammate or risk getting hit by Ganji’s cricket ball to save him from being stunned.

* He doesn’t want you dying before he does—has already he supposes—or disappearing without a trace.

* You promise you’ll stick with him until the day you finally leave this wretched place.

———————————————————————

✨ Hope you enjoyed ✨

[ag3ntl3vi]

Kenma Kozume X Male Reader | “Fighter” | ☁️

I wrote this out of boredom at like, 3AM. 

Word count: 2,345

Trigger Warning: Fighting, cursing, blood. 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Such bullshit, you thought as a group of violent alphas glared up at you. You clicked your tongue, swinging your prized metal bat off your shoulders, slapping it loudly against your palm. 

"You're such a nuisance," you grumbled.

"Us?! You're the one spreading their pheromones like a whore!" The self-proclaimed 'leader' spat, venom lacing his words. You rolled your eyes, moving your body into a fighting stance. 

"Yeah? But aren't you the shitbag who touched that omega chick without consent?" You lowly growled. The alpha faltered, giving you your answer, before snapping back to reality. "She asked for it! Practically begged! Her scent-!"

"Her scent, what?" You took menacing steps forward, pushing your bat under his chin aggressively. You were relatively tall which made you intimidating along with your mean features but you weren't feared enough to be spared violence due to your second gender, and Omega. You could easily be mistaken for a powerful Alpha from afar. 

You were born with slanted, glaring eyes and a harsh resting bitch face, so you could understand why people tended to avoid you at first glance. 

Your eyes glared with pent up rage as you lifted your bat above your head and brought it down on the shitty alphas shoulder. 

A sickening crack echoed through the empty alleyway, the alpha gasping in pain before another blow from your knee slammed into his chin. He stumbled back onto his ass, gripping his shoulder pathetically.

"Your scent is disgusting," You grimaced, waving your hand in front of your nose.

"Get them, idiots!" He whined loudly. His goons charged you a second later. Swiftly, you dunked under one's metal pipe, kicking his gut and pushing him off his feet. You dropped to the concrete and quickly knocked another's ankles from under him, swinging your bat over your head (hitting someone's chin in the process), and bounced it hard against his soft belly. 

You rolled over but was forced back by a shoe to your cheek. You hissed, looking up before having your silky locks fisted and your face smashed into a hard kneecap. You gasped as blood oozed from your nose.

You forcefully shook off the pain and grabbed your offender's wrist and with a burst of short-lived power, swung him over your head and knocking him out cold against the hard floor. 

You laid there for a hot second, staring up at the baby blue sky. There weren't any clouds, you noticed sadly. 

You were tempted to fall asleep but you were sure when the sad excuses of alphas woke it wouldn't be pleasant for you. 

You knew the scene looked horrible to an unknowing eye, but you couldn't bring yourself to give a single shit. 

You sighed and picked your slightly bloodied weapon up to lazily toss it over your shoulders, walking to the entrance of the alleyway. 

Though, surprisingly, you had bumped into someone. It wasn't your fault you couldn't see him, you had the worst vision. You furrowed your brows internally, you needed to see an eye doctor soon.

The guy you bumped into bristled like a startled cat, taking a short step back as he clutched his Nintendo DS close to his chest. You glared down at him. 

"Ah... Sorry," He muttered, lowering his eyes to the ground. He glanced down the alley at the sound of a pained moan. 

You scowled at the noise, releasing a loud sigh through your nose. 

"No, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." You quietly said. Kenma nodded slowly, looking back to his gaming device, not caring too much about the very obvious fight that had just ensued. 

"You play Animal Crossing?" You asked, recognizing the soft music instantly. 

Though shocked a guy like you knew the game, Kenma nodded again.

"Cool, me too. Give me your name," You said smoothly, though internally you were ecstatic someone else played the game.

That's how you met the pudding haired boy. After exchanging your contact information, you went your separate ways.

You texted Kenma first.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

I want to play COD. Do you have it?"

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma 

yeah. whats your gamertag?

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

DyNaMiTe.

Don't ask.

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma

I won't. 

Let's play.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

Oh, btw, do you have a mic?

After adding your new friend on the Playstation, you connected to a call and played several rounds of COD before you got bored of slaughtering random enemies. 

"Let's play Mario Kart," You stated. 

"Okay," Came Kenma's short answer. 

You ended up playing until sunrise. You had to admit, the bloodshot eyes and sore muscles were worth it. Kenma was a surprisingly good player and you could say with confidence he was now a gamer buddy. 

More time passed since you met the setter, but he knew deep down it was only a matter of time before he was forced to introduce you to his childhood friend. As of now, he was thankful he told him very little about his newfound friend.

The more you hung out with Kenma at school the more open he became, giving you longer answers rather than his short, to the point ones. Sometimes he'd call you randomly at night requesting you play Animal Crossing with him and everyone else had gone to sleep. 

It was a lie. Kenma didn't have any other friends, but he wouldn't admit that anytime soon. He had to go when a loud voice called for him to get his ass to bed, though you weren't sure who it was. Maybe his dad? But he sounded young. You shrugged it off, it wasn't your business anyway. 

A week later you and Kenma sat on the roof of the school. You took a large bite out of a thick sandwich layered with meat and cheese. Kenma favored a neat bento his mother made him the night before. Occasionally, you'd glance at his teriyaki and whine. It took a while but the blonde finally gave in, holding a ball of meat in between his chopsticks towards you. 

"You wanted one, right?" He muttered, avoiding eye contact. You grinned and sloppily took it from him, thanking him as you chewed. Kenma grimaced and wiped at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. 

"Don't talk with your mouth full, idiot.." He whispered.

Aw, look! He's being nice~ Your inner Omega swooned. You pushed down a blush, though Kenma could've sworn he saw a thin layer of pink dusting your cheeks, though he couldn't tell due to a large bruise. He brushed it off. 

More time passe. As the days increased so did the bruises, cuts, and even a few stitches. Kenma had noticed you being pulled out of class through the window of his classroom but never really questioned it, assuming you were skipping with your friends.

He couldn't have been more wrong. 

"You're fucking joking," You muttered, staring at that shitty alpha from a few months ago standing in front of your classroom. He had innocently claimed his teacher needed to talk to you, something about your grandma's passing or some bullshit excuse. Your grandmother had been dead for three years. 

"Come along now, (Y/n)," He whimpered sadly, patting your shoulder. "You wouldn't want anything bad happening to your little blonde pal, would you?" He whispered dangerously in your ear. You allowed him to lead you out of the classroom.

You glared, growling. "You're bluffing," You accused, crossing your arms across your chest. 

He raised a brow. "Am I? I have a buddy in his classroom, all I have to do is get him to bring your pal out. He doesn't look like a very strong alpha..." he trailed off, a sick grin pulling at his cheeks.

You cursed under your breath, an image of Kenma's small, shy smile crossing your mind. No way in hell would you let this dickbag of an alpha touch what's yours.

Mine.  Your Omega growled loudly. 

 Ours, You thought back. 

You would protect him all you could.

After school Kenma went to volleyball practice, per normal, but you weren't waiting for him when he left his classroom. Normally you would pick him up and walk him to the gym then wait on the side of the gates where Kenma would make up an excuse to walk home with you instead of Kuroo. 

He furrowed his brows, confused. He checked the bathrooms on his way to the gym, not seeing you. Did you get sick? He made a quick stop at the nurse's office, asking if you had gone home. She shook her head, claiming nobody had gone home today. 

As nervous as he was, he made his way to the volleyball court, changing into his proper shoes. As little as he normally played, he couldn't get his mind off you. He had a sinking feeling something was very wrong. 

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had started to develop feelings for the taller Omega. He had denied it for a while, but he had soon come to terms with it. What was the point in acting like they weren't there? It would be there anyway. He couldn't act like his heart didn't start to pound in his chest every time he saw you or how worried and protective he felt when he saw a new bruise or cut on your body.  He felt butterflies when you laughed at your victories in first-person shooter games or that childish grin you got when he caved and let you have his teriyaki at lunch. 

"Kenma!" Kuroo called, jogging over. Kenma hummed, looking up at the raven. 

"Are you alright? You're more out of it than usual," Kuroo asked, his brows knitting together worriedly. The blonde bit his lip, looking down, to the left and right before meeting his gaze again. 

"You.. Know that guy I told you about?" He muttered.

Kuroo raised his eyebrows. "The one you're madly in love-" Kenma yelped, slapping his hands over his mouth quickly, his face exploding into a red blush. "Sh!" he hissed. 

Kuroo smirked behind his friend's hands, giving them a wet lick. Kenma gagged, jerking his hands away and wiping them violently on the rooster haired male's black shirt. "Gross..." He whined.

Kruoo laughed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. What bout him?" 

The setter sighed, voicing his concern. "He wasn't here today to get me," He started. "He didn't text me he was leaving and it looks like he's getting.. hurt more often." His voice dipped into a whisper as worries and anxieties flooded his brain. Something wasn't right, he just knew it.

Kuroo hummed, tapping his finger on his chin. "Have you asked him?" Kenma shook his head. "You should," Kuroo gave him a long stare. "I don't see why you haven't." 

Kenma opened his mouth, then closed it. "I don't know." He said. "Somethings wrong," He looked down, shuffling his feet. "Really wrong. With him."

An overbearing scent caught his attention. Faintly he smelt the omega's natural scent, pine, and fresh campfire. 

"Find him," Kuroo smiled. "I think there's something between you two, more than a bro-bro relationship." He teased. Kenma blushed, wasting no time in changing into his outdoor shoes and Volleyball jacket before he bolted out the door. He zipped the red jacket up to his chin and smelt the cold air, searching for his crush's scent.

He ran to the gates of the school and made his way to the empty park. It was concealed by the thick forest and thicket, but the unmistakable smell of him. 

He pushed through the thorns and sniffed the air. His smell was strong, he was close. A heavy feeling of anxiety and excitement settled in the pit of his stomach as he broke through the bushes. 

Kenma's golden eyes caught sight of a figure hunched over in a swing and he jogged over.

"(Y/n)?" He asked. You flinched at his voice, as comforting as it may have been to you, you lowered your head, your hair blocking your face.

Kenma's nose picked up on a dreadful, and disgusting scent. Blood.

"(Y/n), what happened?" He lowered himself to the dirt, looking under your bangs. "Please, look at me.." he muttered, reaching up to brush the hair away from your face.

You sniffed and looked up, tears brimming your narrowed eyes as blood dribbled down your face from a large cut across your temple, your nose, and busted lip. Your knuckles were a bright red, dotting with blood. A tear slid down your cheek and you hurriedly wiped it away, jerking your head aside.

"It's nothing," You growled. Kenma narrowed his eyes, standing up.

"It's not." He said. 

"It's nothing, Kenma." You whispered, smearing the blood across your face when you rubbed your sore nose. "Just a stupid fight." 

"(Y/n), talk to me," Kenma muttered, glaring down at your hunched form. "I can't help if you don't fucking talk to me, you know." You winced at the harsh curse. The shorter one didn't cuss often, only at games when he lost a hard round or when he was pissed. 

"I said it's nothing, drop it." You hissed, your (e/c) orbs piercing into his honey eyes. He held your stare sternly. 

You caved. 

"Someone threatened to hurt you if they didn't get revenge. They wanted a punching bag for a while. In exchange, they'd leave you alone. Satisfied?" You huffed childishly.

Kenma gaped at you. 

Had you really gone and got yourself beat to a pathetic lump all so he was spared a little pushing around? 

When he didn't answer you took a breath. 

"I'd rather be a human punching bag than allow the guy I love to get hurt," You grumbled, holding your breath. Yeah, fuck you, you knew what you were saying. You were low enough and if the setter didn't return your feelings the internally bruising would heal with your external cuts. 

"The guy you love?" Kenma whispered. "You... Love me?" he stared at you, slightly wide-eyed. You nodded stiffly. 

"Me too."

----------------------------------

[babbushka]

Open Heaven’s Gates

Ancient Emperor!Kylo Ren x Goddess!Reader x KOR

3.2k - Content Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy/pregnant!reader; Graphic descriptions of violence and gore against a minor character (mutilation, torture, human sacrifice); NSFW (gangbang, double penetration, blow jobs, hand jobs) 

Dedicated to the very patient @safarigirlsp​, thank you for inspiring this oneshot! 

Available on AO3 

                                                    --------------------------

It is the darkest hour of night, in your temple.

The window to the heavens has been opened wide, and as Kylo looks up through the marble pillars, as he casts his gaze towards the stars and sees how brightly they shine, he feels a shudder of divinity rush through his body.

Clothed in nothing but jewelry made of gold and precious stones, he opens his blood-slicked palms to the pitch-black sky. It is the darkest hour, and yet the Empire is wide awake, has filled this temple to the brim. The lamps are all lit, flickering flares of warm yellow light cast stark shadows across the walls of your temple, across a thousand faces. Citizens are quiet as they watch, as they bare witness to the events which are about to take place, the sacrifice which must be made.  

They too are watching, they are listening, the Goddesses.

They watch, and they wait. 

Kylo will not disappoint them.

Kylo kneels before the statue made of marble which he has come to worship. As crimson drips down his back from lashes he’s carved himself, he prays – until the touch of your soft fingers brushes across his shoulders, and his eyes snap open.

“I can feel it.” You hum, your hands fully cupping his shoulders, massaging the muscles there. He is so tense, a low hiss of air puffs out of his lungs while you tip his head back to rest against your pregnant stomach. He regards you, beautiful as ever even though you are upside down, as you ask, “Are you ready?”

For a moment, Kylo is lost in your eyes. There is a knowing depth there, something ancient and new all at once, a millennia of knowledge behind fresh irises. Through you and you alone, the Goddesses speak, and through you and you alone, may they be appeased.

“I’m always ready for you.” Kylo bites at his bottom lip, before coming to his full height and facing you. He relishes in the way you have to crane your neck to look up at him, he loves how you love to look at him. Kylo does not break eye contact with you as he raises his blooded fingers to your cheek and shouts loudly so that all may hear, “Bring him in!”

A dozen of the high guard rush the temple, carrying high above their heads a bound and gagged man. They throw him to the floor with little elegance or grace, not that he is deserving of any. This man is one that Kylo recognizes as one of the lower guards. He is of middle age, his eyes an unnerving shade of blue. They are bloodshot red, a sign that he has been crying. Let him cry, Kylo scoffs to himself, a thought that you seem to echo as you appraise him.

“Stand tall, pig.” Kylo’s voice is booming, commanding, deep as it rings through the temple. “Stand before your fellow citizens of my kingdom and hold your chin high, let them see who is to be sacrificed tonight.”

“I – please, your majesty – please -- !” The ex-guard scrambles to his feet to the best of his ability, and though he is tied by ropes and chains, he manages to his feet.

The empire casts judgement down onto him, for they have been told of his crimes, they have been told of his violence and cruelty against the innocent women in this village. They shout and spit from their seats, jeers and boos and hisses, rage restrained only by Kylo’s hand.

They have no sympathy for this man.

Neither do you.

“Begging will do nothing for you now.” You give him your most stone-faced glare, and before the ex-guard can even reply, Kylo has his teeth bared.

“Look upon the scum which walks among us.” He bellows, back bleeding steadily from where he has given himself the ceremonial lashes. The Empire is in a trance at his words, they are bloodthirsty, they seek violence. “Cast your eyes down to him, so that he may be filled with shame for the actions he has committed.”

The shoutsjeersbooshisses only increase in volume, as the citizens play their part for this ritual.

“Kneel!” Kylo procures a long blade from a small table which has been set up for the evening’s events. He slices the back of this sacrifice’s kneecaps, and down he goes with a guttural scream as blood streams from the wounds. “Kneel before the glory of the Goddess who stands before you.”

You are shocked and offended, when the sacrifice turns his gaze towards you. Those eyes are too blue, blue but blank. This is not a man who is sorry for his actions, but rather a man who is fearful of the punishment which comes with getting caught.

“How dare you look at her as if you are worthy of her visage.” Kylo catches him once again, for Kylo did not say he may look at you.

With the very same blade, Kylo carves deep gashes into the man’s skull. His strong thighs hold the man steady as those blue eyes are ripped torn sheared away from the writhing thrashing screaming body below him. The citizens cheer, they applaud and clap their hands, stamp their feet, whistle.

Chest heaving, naked body stained deep red with blood, Kylo holds the eyes out to you for your inspection.

Blue, too blue. You hate them.

“It is time.” You nod.

You kneel underneath the portal to the heavens, that window which has been carved from the roof of your temple. Kylo is slightly behind you, for he never dares to be ahead of you in any way, he is far too reverent, he adores you, worships you too strongly to put himself ahead.

“O heavenly bodies above us, hear our plea,” Your voice is loud and clear, and all silence themselves to hear you. “Take this man as a sign of our devotion, may the blood that spills echo that of our enemies. We offer him to you, one of our own for one of theirs.”

“An eye for an eye.” Kylo gets up then, places the eyes in a small basket on the altar, the statue of you which stretches far up into the air, nearly touches the Goddesses themselves.

He turns back to the blinded man, stabs the blade through his chest and plunges his hand inside the wound, tears out the man’s still beating heart as he screams and screams and screams. You wonder when the shock will kill him, when he will be silenced forever more.

“Pulse for pulse.” Kylo shakes with rage, blood splattered in beautiful arcs across his cheek, spattering up the scar which bisects his face. The heart in his hand stills, and he places the organ in another small basket next to the eyes.

Kylo passes you the blade, and you slit the sacrifice’s throat and wrists. He bleeds out onto the marble tile flooring, hemorrhaging, voids where his eyes should be black and red. It brings you great satisfaction to see him suffer this way, after he put the women of your care, of your Empire through so much suffering himself.

“I invite the people to rip this man limb from limb, a display of our power and a vision of victory! Show the Goddesses what we intend to inflict upon our enemies.” Kylo finally allows the citizens to pour onto the temple floor from their seats. “Come down and steal the last breaths of life from he who I may not give the dignity of calling a man.”

You grin, and with a small golden bowl which has been set on that very same small table, you pool up some of the blood that gushes from the wounds on the sacrifice. Handing the bowl to Kylo, your fingers brush against one another, and you can only smile wider.  

“Follow me.” You whisper.

As if he were in a trance, Kylo walks behind you, hot on your heels, never wanting to be so far from you. You lead him through a back door behind the statue, his hands soaked with crimson, trickling and streaming down his arms, dripping in little spots on the floor. The citizens behind you are in a frenzy, the sound of cracking snapping bones and happy cheers masquerading that of the door closing.

It is like another world in here, in this back room.

Kylo performs many rituals with you here, bloody and clean alike. A thousand candles are lit against the circular wall, the ceremonial bed is freshly made with clean linen sheets. With the door closed this way, the noises from beyond the walls are muffled. You release a deep breath, and Kylo trains his eyes on you, on your magnificence.

Standing in place are the Knights of Ren. Five large men, naked aside from the helmets they wear and jewelry which adorns their body. You do not acknowledge them, though you know they are there, your thighs already clenching because you know why they are there.

And oh, you cannot wait.

“Undress her.” Kylo orders, and softly, slowly, they do as they are told.

You do not wear much, a single layer of fabric draped beautifully, intricately across your shoulders. A belt made of braided gold is unclasped from your waist, and the Knights are reverent, their heads bowed, as they lift the rich purple silk away from you. Their hands are like ghosts, barely there and yet your skin turns to flame in their wake.

Kylo walks around and around you, keeps close to the curved walls. He appraises you, takes your pregnant body in. The harvest ritual had been a success, the Goddesses had blessed you with a child – that had been a success, and Kylo was determined for this to be a success as well.

The Knights caress you, worship you the way Kylo worships you. You smile at him, at Kylo, where you know he is hiding in the shadows of the candles.

“Lie down, beloved.” Kylo instructs, and before you can take so much as one step, the Knights are there with their arms around you.

Lifting you off the floor, they carry your naked body to the bed. Though this is a sacred space, a blessed space, your feet are too precious to touch the floor. You allow yourself to be laid down, the bed soft and comfortable, sheets cool to your overheated skin.

Kylo steps forward then, the golden bowl in his hands. He has a paintbrush, and your thighs quiver, legs falling open for him as he comes closer to the bed.

Even strokes decorate your flesh with the blood, as he writes across your skin.

Kylo is methodical, careful, as he dips the end of the brush into the bowl and soaks the fibers through, smearing it in intricate letters and sigils.

It is a prayer for victory, one that he hopes by adorning your body with, it’ll be even louder heard up in the heavens above.

“My body is their body,” Your eyes slip closed, remaining as still as possible while Kylo decorates you with the calligraphy. Your voice is not barely above a whisper, but it sounds so loud in this small room. “Revere me as you revere them, pleasure me so they may be pleased.”

The brush tickles your arms, the secret parts of your sides, your large round stomach, your soft thighs, the arch of your foot. He spells it out in the languages of old, the ones only you and he and the stars know. You are divine, you are sacred, and he takes his time to get these words right, these sigils must be drawn perfectly, or else this will have been for naught.

“Pleasure me, and be pleased.” You say again, this permission being given to them all, to the Knights.

They are hesitant for just a moment, because they know Kylo will kill them with one wrong move. They may be the most elite warriors and his most trusted guards, but they are replaceable, expendable. Everyone was, everyone aside from you.

With their helmets on, you do not know who is who. One of the men climbs onto the bed, you sit up to make room for him on the narrow mattress. He lifts you so that you straddle his hips, sinking down onto his cock with ease. You had spent the day getting prepared by your husband, he who had made sweet and passionate love to you to warm you up, stretch you pleasantly so that you might take these men with ease.

“Ohh, yes,” You sigh, settling down onto it.

Leaning against the chest of the knight underneath you, a second one climbs onto the bed and moves forward, hooks his arms underneath your knees and bends them up so that he can sink his cock into your pussy alongside his partner.

“Yes – more, I want more.” You moan, your head tipping back and eyes closing. The stretch is unbelievable, and your ribcage expands as he shallowly thrusts himself inside, his cock working alongside that of the knight underneath you.

A third kneels over your chest rubs the head of his cock against your tongue. You take a deep breath through your nose and he pushes his dick down your throat in slow little thrusts that have your throat stretching around him. Kylo’s much bigger, and you’ve swallowed him with ease, you are not so concerned about this man’s.

“Be careful with her.” Kylo demands of the knight down your throat, and you hum around the length which is stuffed in your mouth, hum in thanks.

The final two men each claim one of your breasts into their mouths, guiding your hands to their hard erections to jerk them off as they crowd against you on either side of the mattress.

“Good.” Kylo says, as he watches these men take you.

You know he’ll have his turn with you, he’ll have the final turn, the only turn that matters. But you need to be properly fucked out, blissed out of your mind, overstimulated, and this is the fastest way to accomplish that goal.

It very quickly becomes overwhelming, the pleasure from all sides, all avenues. You drool all over yourself as the cock in your mouth fucks your skull, hard hard hard and fast, tears hot and stinging the corners of your eyes. Your pussy is stretched and hot, wet and slick, so slick that the sound of their dicks rubbing against one another inside of you fills the room loudly.

“Feel this, Goddesses above.” Kylo whispers as he comes to the top of the bed, his hands warm and wet with blood cupping your cheeks where you rest on the shoulder of the knight below you, that shoulder acting as a pillow for your beautiful head. “Feel how full she is, all for you, everything for you.”

Hands are all over you, they’re all over, bending you and moving you in ways that give you more pleasure, give them a deeper better angle so that you might cry out for the Goddesses to hear. Your stomach is rubbed, caressed, the bump which juts out beautifully is lavished with attention. They rub the blood into your skin, smear the sigils and the letters which Kylo so carefully painted – but this is the point, the purpose, and they do their job well.

As do you, your hips widening for the pounding they give you, the muscles under your breasts flexing as your nipples are sucked and pinched and licked, your throat relaxing and tightening as need be. The grunts and groans and sighs and moans above you make your clit throb, and you don’t know how many fingers there are, pressing and rubbing and smacking at it for your body to shake and tremble the way it does.

“Good girl,” Kylo whispers still, hands cupping caressing stroking your cheeks, your jaw, as your mouth is stretched wide to be fucked, “Beautiful girl, bring us to victory.”

Like this you are reduced to nothing more than the sensations of pleasure. Your body sings, chants, begs and pleads for more more more, and they give it to you. Hands and dicks and tongues and teeth are all over you, marking you, giving you what you desire. Your limbs shake and shudder violently as your nerves grow alight, as sparks fly behind your eyelids.

Your back arches and you come with a shattering orgasm, you come so hard that your jaw moves to snap shut, and the knight in your throat must pull out quickly so he isn’t severely injured.

“Ohhh!” You shout, your vocal cords free, gasping in breaths quickly and harshly, your back arched and your toes curled, your entire body trembling as you shout, “Kylo! I want you Kylo.”

At once, the bodies which have surrounded you are pulled away. They are all still hard, no one but you has come yet, just as is intended. They leave the room to give you both privacy, and to take care of themselves alone.

No one is dared allowed to come inside you, no one but Kylo – and even he feels unworthy as he rests you softly, sweetly on your back, pushes his cock inside your aching throbbing drenched pussy.

“I want you to come in me.” You wail, hiccup around his lips as he kisses you, as his tongue wriggles hot and wet against yours.

He holds you steady as he thrusts evenly into you, your legs wracked with tremors as he smears the last of the blood. You are gorgeous, divine, glowing from the inside out, your eyes rolled back into your head, all knowing, all seeing.

And then, just then, as his hand is placed on your stomach, he feels something move inside you. A kick, he thinks, the gentle nudge of life that he himself has helped you to conceive, and before he even knows what’s happening he is doubled over you, collapsing as he comes hard.  

“Thank you,” He whispers, as his cock throbs and tears stream down from his eyes. He does not know to whom he sends his thanks, all he knows is that he hopes they hear him, so he says it again and again, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Your breathing is beginning to even out, even as your body shivers and jolts from pleasure. Kylo’s hand drops to your clit and he swirls little zig-zags and circles, pinches and presses at it, wanting to keep you in bliss, wanting to keep you warm and wet and filled with come.

“Win this war for me.” You say, words slurred from how drunk off the pleasure you are. “Win for me, for our Empire. For our son.”

“It’s a boy?” Kylo wrenches his salt-stung eyes open to stare at you imploringly, pleadingly.

Your eyes are lidded heavily, but you grin wide and that grin is dazzling in the light of the candles. Kylo has not cared one way or the other, he will love this child just the same no matter how they come, but the knowledge of a prince fills him with such joy he cannot help but weep.

“Win, and return to me to find out.” You tuck his sweaty hair behind his ears with a pleasure weak hand, and Kylo hopes beyond hope that what you have done together tonight will be more than enough, to secure such a victory, to open heaven’s gates.

[mentallyinwalmart]

‘Locked Out’ pt.2

Some Cressworth NSFW, a follow up to my last fic, ‘locked out’ which is a modern au

“I’m alright with as much, or as little as you want.” He says, running his thumb over my knuckles. The pads of his fingers are blessedly soft and a shiver runs through me as he touches me.

“In that case,” I say, leaning back in, “You ought to just kiss me Cresswell.”

The words have barely left my lips before he has his arms around me and pulls me in to a kiss. It starts off hesitant, both of us exploring each other’s mouths hesitantly. Soon, we have a steady rhythm and I part my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. But quickly, even that is not enough, and my body craves more.

I slide off the couch, not breaking our kiss and slowly crawl into the chair with him, wrapping my legs around his waist as I settle onto his lap. He moves his hands from my hands up and into my damp hair, twisting my curls in his fingers. He bites my lip as I fumble with the hem of his shirt and I moan. Spurred on by my outburst, he begins to drop kisses on my jaw, then down to my neck. When he gets to the hollow between my clavicle and my neck he drops a deeper kiss, his lips sucking as he runs his tongue over my skin. I moan again, the heat in my core increasing.

I can no longer restrain myself, and pull at his shirt, demanding it be removed. He obliges me, and pulls away from that sensitive area to pull it over his head and toss it to the side. I run my hands over his abdomen, letting my fingers trace the strong lines of his muscles. As I explore his chest, he lets his hands settle on my backside, cupping my ass with his large hands. I feel myself growing wetter in my shorts.

Now it is my turn to spread my kisses. I run a finger tip over his perfect jawline, following it up quickly with a barrage of pecks, my lips fluttering across his skin. A feeling of accomplishment settles over me as his grip on my ass tightens and I feel him growing hard beneath me.

“Audrey--” He moans slightly as I kiss down his neck, taking my time on each and every place my lips come to rest, hands fumbling with the ties of his pajama pants.

I slip out of his grip, him moaning slightly in protest as I drop to my knees before the chair, pawing at his pants, stroking his cock through the fabric. He groans and slips his pants over his waist, his member springing free and to full it’s height before me. I shiver slightly as he kicks off his pants. He is much larger than Will. But my nerves are largely outweighed by excitement as I run my fingers across the shaft, watching his writhe at my very touch. I gently lean forward and plant a kiss right on the head, enjoying the shudder that wrakes through his body.

“Don’t tease me, Audrey Rose.” He says through gritted teeth.

I look up at him, batting my eyelashes as I continue to gently trace strokes across his cock.

“Whatever do you mean?” I ask innocently, cocking my head to one side.

“Audrey Rose,” He says again, the need in his voice causing what feels like a tidal wave of arousal between my thighs.

I offer him a wicked grin before going down on him in earnest, taking nearly all of him in my mouth, and pushing it in further until my nose bumps the toned muscle just above his member. I was blessed with the lack of a gag reflex, and it has proved very popular in the past. I flick my eyes up to Thomas’ face above me, and from the way his eyes are rolled back in his head and his fists are clenched, it would appear he shares that opinion.

I continue my strokes, licking down to the tip, swirling my tongue across the head, then once again taking all of him back into my mouth. His breathing becomes laboured and his hands becomes tangled in my hair, guiding my strokes. Just as I feel the first drip of him, I pull away completely, sitting back on the floor as I look up at him.

“Audrey Rose,” he growls, “why must you continue to tease.”

I raise my eyebrows,

“I like having you under my thumb.” I say, examining my nails and looking away from his earnest expression.

But to my surprise, he catches my chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Has anyone ever told you you are a naughty, naughty girl Audrey Rose?”

If it was possible, I feel the heat in my core intensify. Will never got my hints. I push all thoughts of him from my mind, meeting Thomas’ gaze.

“What are you going to do about it?” I ask, a wicked grin playing at my lips as I meet the fire in his eyes with some of my own.

“Well,” he says, leaning closer so once again our faces are just inches apart, “if you aren’t inclined to finish what you started, I might have to punish you.”

A shive wracks my entire body, and I look at Thomas Cresswell now, with more longing, more desperate need than I ever had for Will in the two years we were together. I cock an eyebrow, heat pooling in my center as I rest my chin on his bare knee.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” I say, blowing a breath of cool air directly towards him, watching his cock twitch with glee. He groans and I grin lazily. “Give me your best shot.”

And suddenly, he is standing, pulling me to my feet before he lifts me as if I weigh nothing and tosses me over his muscled shoulder. I shriek as he does so, kicking my legs slightly as he adjusts his grip on the back of my knees.

“Do you want to wake Mrs Harvey with all this racket?” He asks, swatting my backside with his hand.

The impact triggers a noise that comes out as a sort of half moan, half squeal. I gasp as he smacks me again, running my nails across his back, this time exclusively moaning in response to his action.

“Thomas.” I groan as he leans forward and gently deposits me before him on the bed, before taking a seat at my side.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, eyebrows raised incredulously.

I nod, cheeks flushing with heat as I run my hand over his bare leg.

“God that’s hot.” He mutters, “Can I-- can I do it some more?”

I grin at him as we both drop the facades we were putting up and nod.

“If you ever want me to stop, just tell me.” He says, gently running a finger along my thigh, sending a shiver up my back.

I feel like I could melt on the spot. True enough, I hadn’t been on a hookup in ages, but in my memory they were usually a lot less… respectful. I grinned at Thomas as I sat up on the bed, getting on all fours and crawling over his lap, laying myself across his knees, his cock pressed tauntingly close to my entrance.

I tremble in anticipation as he pushes my shirt up my back, revealing my silk shorts. He runs a hand across the waistband before pushing them down to my ankles. Cool air hits my backside, and I groan slightly as he traces lazy circles across my exposed ass.

The smack of his hand on my rear causes me to gasp, my lips forming an ‘o’ as he kneads the skin he had just struck between his palm and fingers. He strikes me a few more times, taking the same time to rub my tender skin after the fact. If it is even possible, I think his cock grows harder beneath me.

I slowly lift a hand to his knees, working it under myself until I am able to gently stroke his cock while he continues to rain down blows to my backside. Though it hurts, it is a pleasurable kind of pain, and the sound of hand on flesh, paired with his groans as I tease his cock are enough to undo me on the spot. I lower my hand away from his cock and to my own soaking entrance. But just as I am about to guide myself to release, he takes ahold of my wrist.

“Not yet.” He says, giving my butt one final smack before pulling me to my feet so I am standing before him, the long tee still on.

I move to pull the shirt off, but once again he takes ahold of my hands, gentler this time.

“Let me.” He says, releasing my hands to take hold of the hem of my-- his shirt.

Teasingly slow, he pulls it up and over my head, taking in my body with his piercing eyes. His gaze lingers on my nipples, reaching out to palm one of my breasts before continuing his inspection. I lean into his grip, sitting down on his leg and grinding my sex against his kneecap. He moans as, for the first time, he feels how wet I am.

His lips crash back into mine, and I run my fingers through his glorious hair as he stands to meet me, tucking me in close to him. He guides us across the room together, towards the desk. I wonder what this might be-- But before I can venture a guess as to what the desk had to do with our foreplay, he reached into the desk drawer and produced a condom. He opens it, pulling away from me as he readies himself to put it on, but I take it from his hands.

“Let me.” I say, taking the condom from his hands and gently placing it onto the tip of his cock before slipping my lips back over him and pushing it all the way to the base of his shaft.

He shudders,

“Now that’s what I call a party trick.” He groans as I get back to my feet. I can’t help but laugh, and for a moment the two of us just stay like that, laughing in eachothers arms.

But the heat within me will not be so easily extinguished, and I pull him back into me, kissing him deeply as I wrap my arms around his neck. His kiss is just as wanting, and he pushes me against the wall beside the desk, his hardness pressing into my abdomen as he leans in closer and closer to me.  I moan and wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him intensely as he moves his hands under my rear to keep me in my precarious position.

“Are you ready?” He asks huskily, “Remember you can still say no.” Despite the want in his voice, the look in his eyes makes it clear he is serious.

But I nod, lowering one hand from around his neck to take ahold of his cock and align it with my entrance.

“I want this.” I breathe, returning my hand to his face, tracing the outline of his jaw, and up his cheekbones.

That is all he needs, and in a moment he is pressing himself deep into me, seeming to complete me as he fills me. I moan loudly as he slides out only to pound back into me, harder and faster than before.

“Oh god, Thomas, that’s perfect.”

He moans as I dig my nails into his back, pounding into me harder and faster. My breasts bounce wildly with each thrust that pushes me against the cool wall. He moves one of his hands from my backside to where he is pushing into me so forcefully, quickly finding the ball of nerves just above my entrance, and rolling it between his finger and thumb. I moan again, coming dangerously close to falling over the edge as he rubs eager circles into me.

“Thomas I’m--”

But I can’t even get all the words out before he sends me crashing over the edge. He thrusts harder and rubs faster circles into my clit, extending the waves of pleasure that are crashing against me. He lets out a groan of his own just as I am beginning to come down, and finishes with my name on his lips.

My knees wobble as he gently pulls out of me and I return my legs to the floor below me. He pulls off the condom, throwing it away before he scoops me up in his arms and collapses into bed, me at his side. He pulls the blankets around us as I study his face, his brow slick with perspiration, his muscles relaxed. I gently brush a piece of hair from his eyes and he smiles at me, kissing my palm as I run my hand across his face.

“That was, incredible.” I breathe, running my hands over his body, relishing in the ecstasy of my orgasm still fresh in my mind.

“Sex as good as you hoped?” He asks, raising an eyebrow coyly.

I smack his arm, but after a long moment I nod.

“Better, actually.”

After a little more banter, we fall asleep tangled in each other’s limbs.

--

I wake the next morning to light pouring in from the window above the bed, and Thomas’ face between my thighs, his tongue stirring up the same storm that had ripped through my body last night. Guess that wasn’t a dream. I moan softly, and he looks up from where he is busy at work, meeting my eyes with a wicked gleam in his. He inserts two fingers into my wet entrance, focussing his mouth’s attention on my throbbing clitoris. I moan louder, grinding my sex into his fingers and mouth, one of my hands entwining in his hair.

“Thomas” I breathe, my last words of the night also being my first words of the morning. “Thomas I’m so close.”

But just as I say it, he pulls away, grinning wickedly as I whimper in protest.

“See how it feels?” He says, grabbing my hands before I am able to finish myself. He pins them above my head.

I squirm, but to no avail. He kisses me, and I nip at his lip in protest. He only laughs.

“What say you bust out that party trick from last night and we finish together?” He asks, flicking my nipple with his free hand.

I nod eagerly, and rise to my knees as he strides across the room to pull another condom out of the drawer. He throws the wrapper in the garbage before offering it to me. I take it, and perform the same stunt I had the night before, only this time, going slowly, gauging his reaction.

But the moment my lips leave him, he pushes me back on the bed,

“Where were we?” He murmurs huskily, gripping my wrists in one hand as he pins the back above my head.

He positions himself at my entrance, but not before asking once again, if I am okay with this. I give him a resounding yes, and all but demand for him to fill me this instant.

If possible, it feels even better than the previous night, the tenderness of my loins still fresh as he sheaths himself within me. I move with him, the two of us establishing a steady rhythm. As he gets closer to his end, he begins once again to make those slow circles around my clitoris with his fingers, pulling me to the edge with him. We finish together.

--

He makes tea for me after, bringing it to where I am basking in the sun on his bed.

“Now, not to be a cliche and kick you out,” he says, “but my sister is about to come over. So if you want to stay, that’s absolutely cool, just maybe get dressed.”

He grins and I shake my head, grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it over my head.

“I’ll head out.” I say, “But, this time you have to call me.” I scrawl my number on a piece of scrap paper on his desk, “Because I can dish out the ghosting, but I absolutely can’t take it.”

He laughs and shakes his head, ruffling his hair with his hand.

“I mean, I’m going to have to call you just so I can get my stuff back.” He gestures to the t-shirt I'm wearing, and I wrap my arms across my chest with a grin.

“Exactly. Or, if you just wanted to stop by and get it tonight, my door is always open.”

Suddenly I realize why I had spent the night here to begin with and smack my palm to my forehead. But before I can speak, he tosses a piece of glinting metal through the air and I catch it on instinct.

“How did you get my key?” I ask.

“We all have our tricks.” He says, shrugging.

Deciding I most likely won’t get any answers out of him, I concede and turn away from him, moving towards the door.

“Goodbye Audrey Rose.”

I smile as I cross the hallway in nothing but his shirt, quickly keying into my room and tossing my stuff onto the couch before walking towards my room.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down.

‘New Message from Thomas’ It reads. I shake my head as I glance over the message. ‘You looked a little sore when I saw you in the hall. Looks like someone got lucky last night.’

I can’t fight the smile that spreads across my face as I fall back into my own bed, drifting off into a mid-morning nap.

--

Aaaaaa thank you for reading :) Hope you guys enjoyed, and let me know if you like this AU set. 

xx

tag list: @city-of-fae @schmlip-scribble @nish247 

[sablelab]

Covert Operations - Chapter 20

 DISCLAIMER: This is a modern AU crossover story with Outlander and La Femme Nikita.

Manip: @artistsassenach

SYNOPSIS:  Things begin to escalate between Jamie and Claire in the bungalow until they finally succumb to their feelings. A little Suggestive and a little NSFW in content.

Previous chapters can be found ... https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

CHAPTER 20 (S/NSFW)

The sound of waves rolling in across the sand, the smell of the ocean and moonlight filtering through large glass sliding doors greeted the amorous couple as Jamie carried Claire into the bedroom.  Although a soft sea breeze entered the room causing the curtains to billow gently in the balmy evening, there was nothing balmy about James Fraser if anything he was causing the temperature in the room to escalate.  The look he was giving Claire made her catch her breath.  It was scorching and had her on the back foot and her chest was pounding with anticipation.

Jamie’s gaze sizzled and sent heat swirling to the depths of her being. His strong arms held her close and she could feel the beating of his heart against her hand. Claire tightened her grip on him by sliding both arms around his neck then nuzzled in his strong arms; she gave a little sigh as Jamie headed towards the king size bed dominating the centre of the bedroom.  He smelt so good that she couldn’t resist nipping at the skin of this throat with her teeth, while at the same time huskily murmuring an endearment against his ear as she brushed her lips against his cheek.  Turning his head, Jamie’s lips captured Claire’s soft mouth kissing her seductively.

The woman in his arms was sending his libido escalating and the sooner he reached the bed the better.  He very much wanted to ravish her but their frenzied kisses in the entry had him taking a step back.  A slow burning seduction would heighten the intensity when they did finally come together, but those thoughts soon disappeared when he laid his Sassenach down on the bed and his eyes roamed over her.

Suddenly Jamie didn’t trust himself to go slowly for he was bowled over at the vision of exquisiteness before him.  His breath caught in his throat as he inhaled a raspy breath at the sight of Claire Beauchamp’s beautiful, velvet soft skin with her tousled hair cascading around her flawless face and spilled all over the pillow. However, it was her kissable lips and perky breasts that held his attention.   The sight of her like this tormented him beyond distraction for she looked like an alluring divine being lying there on the bed naked from the waist up.  He watched as Claire struggled to breathe normally and his eyes could not sever from the sight of her heaving breasts as her chest rose and fell in sexual arousal.  Jamie’s hands ached to touch her and discover the wonder that was this woman who Section One had tried to tame.  However, Claire still held on to her humanity, no matter how hard her superiors tried to kill that part of her personality they had not yet succeeded in doing so.  In their eyes Claire Beauchamp was a liability and they were always watching her looking for a way to have her cancelled if she didn’t follow through on mission orders.  If they ever suspected that she was his weakness then they would have no compunction in using her against him to keep him in line as well.

The allure of Claire’s charm tested the limits of Jamie’s control.  Her blue eyes seemed so fathomless and he was thunderstruck with just how beautiful she looked when aroused.  He had witnessed this once before but he’d treated that liaison as merely a one night stand.  However, looking at her lying there writhing against him like she was doing, he knew that he was only kidding himself about his feelings for this woman. He was Section One’s cold blooded killer but because of how his material had wormed her way into his cold heart meant that she was dangerous.  Claire Beauchamp was dangerous to his sanity and dangerous to his position in Section One. It placed him in a perilous situation and any affection between them could only be clandestine at the best because of their superiors at Section One.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Her body was reacting to Jamie Fraser’s in ways she had not experienced before. All Claire knew was that she desired him and wanted him with all of her being.  Little did she know that her pupils had dilated to such an extent that they radiated with a passion that affected Jamie just as much.  His look was menacing and she felt like he’d snared her in a trap that she didn’t want to get out of.  Her chest pounded in her body with the look he returned, it was searing and made her shiver in desire.  Moistening her suddenly dry lips Claire bit her bottom lip in anticipation of what he was going to do.

Time stood still as they stared into the depths of each other’s eyes.

Smoothing back wayward tendrils of hair from her face, Jamie imprisoned her gaze, then placing his hands on either side of her body he leant down and kissed Claire’s lips so tenderly that she couldn’t breathe. Their breaths mingled as his lips teased and cajoled her pliant lips with the skill of a Valentine operative. She was drowning in feelings and coiling her arms up around Jamie’s neck brought their bodies even closer.  He in turn increased the pressure of his caress and she groaned in supplication.

James Fraser’s lips were so intoxicating and addictive, his kiss curled her toes and she felt her whole body surrender to his touch. However, before the caress escalated to the point of no return he broke away from the kiss.  Yet, in refusal to completely sever the connection of lips, Jamie teased her top lip with a little flick with his mouth.  Claire felt as if she was falling apart at the seams so potent and sensual were his kisses but when his tongue licked up the column of her throat, she thought she would completely expire with need.

“Make love to me,” she hoarsely whispered, ragged with need.

“No Claire.”

She ached for him to move ...  to touch her. “But I want you Jamie.”

“Me too ... but not yet.”

“Noooo ...”

“Soon ... my Sassenach ... soon.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Jamie looked at Claire Beauchamp he knew he was in trouble. Her request had his heart hammering and he desperately wanted to give in to her entreaty and make passionate love to her until they were spent with exhaustion.  But first he wanted a slow burn that would overwhelm all her senses. Claire deserved that and more.  He wanted this night to be so special that they would remember it long after they returned to Section One.  These opportunities were a rare occurrence in their line of work for when you were faced with the possibility of death on a mission, then you grabbed on to happiness with both hands when you could. They had failed to capture Tony Wong and hence they had lost their chance of him leading them to the leader of the Rising Dragons.  Operations and Madeline would not be at all happy that he had slipped through their fingers and there could be repercussions when they returned to Section One to report.

Tonight though, he wanted to ease any thought that Claire might have of that scenario and make her forget that she was indeed a Section One operative on a mission.  Tonight there was just the two of them, alone, without surveillance from Section in a romantic setting.  He planned to make it memorable. Breathing deeply, Jamie knew that he needed to take control of his own raging hormones first before he could proceed with his seduction.

Holding Claire with his gaze he ever so tenderly kissed her lips then trailed his hands seductively across her stomach until they rested on the waistband of her mission pants. She uttered a deep sigh for all she could feel was the slide of his fingers against her warm skin. Claire sucked in her stomach muscles and of her own accord raised her hips to give Jamie better access to the fastening of her pants. He smiled at her reaction to his touch and bending his head lightly kissed one breast and then the other as his fingers slid along the inside of the mission pants once more before adroitly releasing the belt buckle fastening with ease.

The leather mission pants hugged her body like a second skin and Jamie caressed her toned muscles from her thighs to her calf as he ran his hands down her lithesome legs.  His touch was electrifying and Claire could hardly breathe. She was restless and writhing on the bed sighed into the pillow urging Jamie to hurry with his task for every sense in her body was receptive to his touch. Her mentor and partner smelt so good; the pheromones radiating from his body made her shiver; while the sound of his lowered Scottish voice was so sexy to her ears. This stoic man was always so circumspect at Section One and it was only when James Fraser let his guard down, like he was doing now, was his Scottish accent more pronounced.  

He was as aroused by his actions as she was to be the recipient.

Through lidded eyes Claire saw the intensity of his lingering stare and knew that Jamie too was breathing heavily. With dexterous fingers he undid the buckles on her boots and tugged then off her feet. Dropping them to the floor he wasted no time in returning to her pants and began to pull them from her legs one leg at a time.  As soon as her knee was visible Jamie kissed her kneecap before trailing another kiss to her calf muscle by lathing his tongue over her fevered skin. It was torturous for her and Claire rolled her head on the pillow and bit her lip while her body quivered from his touch.  The pounding of her heartbeats were deafeningly in her ears and she wasn’t sure whether or not she would survive any more of Jamie’s foreplay. 

This was utter agony.  

She wanted this man with every breath in her body.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Claire Beauchamp was a vision and James Fraser inhaled a gasp and looked his fill at the woman who had become his weakness and had opened his heart to feelings he had long suppressed. Bending closer, he placed a tender kiss to her lips, trailing them down her swan like neck until he reached her chest.

In response Claire’s’ lungs inhaled and exhaled gasping for any little bit of oxygen to help her breathe as her heart thumped sporadically in her chest.  When his lips glided over her stomach pressing warm kisses there, she practically levitated off the bed and when Jamie’s tongue anointed her belly button her hips automatically rose from the covers.  It was both erotic and sensual but Claire ached to feel Jamie close to her.  Her hands captured his head and her fingertips tightly gripped his hair as she pushed him to her body.

Releasing her grip, Jamie raised his head and their eyes connected. Claire Beauchamp was literally stealing his breath away.  She looked so alluring with her come hither gaze, her pouting mouth and her teeth biting her bottom lip in a way that tested his control.  She was dangerous in so many ways but at this moment Jamie didn’t care if he got burnt and he knew just what had to be done to raise the fire in her as well. Neither could sever their gaze, then with eyes full of mischief and intent James Fraser smiled at her. He licked his lips and as he did so Claire felt his fingers glide down under her panties and rest against her groin before his fingers explored where she ached for his touch.  She closed her eyes at the pleasurable sensations building inside her but his touch was too much to bear and she cried out in supplication.

“Ahhh! J-amie.”

His lips meandered at will across her heated flesh then inching lower, his teeth caught the edge of her silk panties and he playfully pulled the material away from her skin.   When his tongue slid across her mound, Claire gave a guttural moan. Jamie was breathing hard too. His fingertips replaced his teeth slipping into the sides of her silk underwear and he started to take them off, slowly edging the silk panties down inch by inch over her hips revealing a tiny piece of more skin to his gaze.  With each small exposure of flesh, his lips kissed where his fingers had been.

Loving hands cupped her bottom sliding over the round shape of her cheeks and pressed his fingers into her flesh.  Claire writhed under Jamie’s touch; she bit her lip shaking her head from side to side into the pillow with suppressed pleasure of his strokes. It was nearly too much for her and she rose up giving him the opportunity he needed to remove the fragile underwear and with dexterous hands he did just that.  Their eyes locked and Jamie gave a quirky smile as he slid her panties down her legs and pulled them off her feet in quick haste.

Removing her last piece of clothing, he finally revealed Claire’s glowing skin flushed with desire for him. Captivated by her sensuality his dilated eyes glided down her body from head to toe taking in every nuance of Claire Beauchamp’s astonishing beauty.  

Drawing much need breath into his lungs he uttered “Christ, Claire!” He took another breath. “Ye’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Ye take my breath away.”  

Her voice was a guttural whisper of entreaty. “Please Jamie ... I need you.”

“Not yet, mo nighean donn.”

Claire was in a sensual daze.  Touching herself, her legs parted as she laid there tempting him with her nakedness. “But ... I want you ... I want you inside me.”

“And ye shall have me,” he hoarsely replied his voice catching in his throat.

This amazing woman was a vixen, a sexual being and Jamie knew Claire Beauchamp was unaware of the profound effect her inherent beauty was having on him and his libido.  He needed to be as naked as she and so reluctantly James Fraser moved away from the bed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Claire’s half-lidded eyes fluttered open and she cast a loving smile towards Jamie when she saw that he was removing the rest of his own clothing. “Ah! Fair’s fair,” she uttered awe in her voice.

Her eyes glazed over with admiration and appreciation of the magnificent specimen that was James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser once he’d fully disrobed and was standing there gloriously naked. She couldn’t take her eyes from the play of muscles in his shoulders and arms, his taut thighs, his powerful chest or the lean line of his waist. James Fraser the Section One operative was a man to fear, but James Fraser the man was a masterpiece. All of those workouts in the dojo with martial arts training had toned his body to perfection. The sight of his superb nude body and the evidence of his desire for her took her breath away.

Jamie looked up when he heard Claire’s voice hitch in her throat. Lying in the king sized bed in a halo of wonderfully dishevelled hair she was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. As their eyes locked as he approached the bed, he dared not gaze too long at Claire’s wanton beauty for he was already captivated.  Her eyes beckoned to him to come back to her on the bed but her actions spoke even louder. No words were needed. Raising her arms towards him, she reached out to Jamie in unspoken meaning.

There was no way that he could ever refuse the lure of this beautiful woman waiting so wantonly with open arms for him to embrace. James Fraser could not refuse and moved towards her … lost to Claire Beauchamp’s entreaty.

 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued

Should you wish to access the other chapters of this story … 

https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

Your comments on Chapter 19 made this girl smile.  Thank you so much for reading and supporting my story in the plethora of so many wonderful ones posted.  It is greatly appreciated and I certainly value your feedback.

P.S. The night is still young so who knows what may happen next. *wink *wink

[princesfitness]

New Post has been published on My Fitness and Nutrition Store

New Post has been published on http://myfitnessnutrition.princefamily33.com/2017/01/11/tips-that-make-getting-fit-easy-to-understand/

Tips That Make Getting Fit Easy To Understand

TIP! Buying a new, cute outfit to do your workouts in will give you a confidence boost to get back on track with your fitness goals. Even if you just buy one part of the workout outfit, it will still be a great motivator to get you to the gym.

Whatever your goal, fitness is crucial to your success. But, most people are unsure of where to begin in their fitness journey. You’re in luck; the following article will be of great help.

TIP! You need to set goals if you want to accomplish them. When you have a goal in mind, you tend to concentrate on getting past difficulties instead of letting them hamper your progress.

Integrating a variety of activities into your routine will get you the best results for your hard work. Someone who usually uses an indoor exercise bike can bike around on the streets in their neighborhood. Different exercises produce different results. If you vary your workout you will not get used to a specific workout that only uses one muscle set.

TIP! Do not limit yourself to crunches to develop your abs. Studies show that after 250,000 crunches only a pound of fat is burned.

Set your goals first and this will help determine the rate at which you strength train and how often you must hit the gym. If you desire to bulk up, you should not do a large volume of sessions. If you want to be leaner with more defined muscles, increase the number of strength training sessions.

TIP! To stay enthusiastic about your workout routine, change it up often. Changing things regularly can open your mind to new things and keep you motivated.

To help protect your knees, you need to work towards strong thighs. One of the most common sports injuries is a torn ligament behind the kneecap. Working out your quads and also your hamstrings can go a long way in helping keep your knees physically healthy and in tact. Leg extensions, leg curls, squats, and lunges are all exercises that will work the upper leg muscles.

TIP! You can intensify your workouts and make them more effective by practicing controlled breathing. Try forcefully exhaling when your effort is at the heaviest level, whether you are doing crunches, pushups or bench presses.

Maintain proper posture when walking, as this can prevent injury. You should be standing tall, and your shoulders should be drawn back. Let your elbows rest at 90-degree angles. When you are walking, the arm that is in front of your body needs to be on the opposite side of the foot that is in front. So if your left foot is in front of your body, your right arm should be as well. You heel should hit ground before the rest of your foot rolls forward.

TIP! Running, while beneficial, can harm your body over time. Cut your running mileage and frequency one week per every six weeks to keep damage at bay.

Treadmills may be more preferred by people, though running outside is a much better work out. Treadmills are easier to use and very convenient, but jogging on pavement is much better for you.

TIP! Never work out when you are feeling sick. If you are ill, your body has to use its energy to heal itself.

Motivation is necessary to diet successfully. Seeing and feeling the results of your efforts provides one type of motivation. Instead of relying on the scales, let your clothes tell you when you’re changing. At the end of each week, put these clothes on and see how tight they feel. If you’re doing things right, they will probably fit you comfortably soon enough.

TIP! One way to improve the efficiency of your exercise routine is by stretching the muscle you are working on between each set. You need not stretch for long; 30 or even 20 seconds should be sufficient.

Split each of your running workouts into three distinct phases. Start slowly and then work up to doing the standard one. Run a little more fast than you normally do during the last third. Running in segments will help you to increase your stamina as well as your endurance.

TIP! I

For an easy fitness idea, try getting out and doing some yard work. Yards, lawns, and gardens require a lot of attention and maintenance, and you need to get active. It’s a win-win situation. Spending time working on your yard is a free and rewarding way to get outside and burn calories. Not only will your yard look and feel better, but you will look and feel better too.

TIP! In order to do better at putting, aim around 17 inches away from the hole for your straight putts. This oddly-specific figure comes from the fact that the cup is usually surrounded by a 17-inch patch of footprint-free turf.

Now that you read the information from above, you should be aware of what it takes to achieve a good level of fitness. There should be nothing to stop from meeting this objectives as long as you stay motivated and start or continue doing all of the right things. You will see benefits soon, and they will last for the rest of your life.