#you better believe I dragged my upper body over to see that kitten

[mythicalcoolkid]

Disabled love story: find someone who will get you a snack because you stood with your arms over your head for two minutes and are now Down For the Count

[intercoursefluids]

The Impromptu Sleepover Part 2 (Final)

One day. All she asked for was one normal day. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it? A single completely average day is not too much to ask for.

Unless of course, you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Then it’s impossible.

People around Marinette start crying as Scarecrow walks into the room, mothers hiding their children behind them as everyone holds onto each other, scared of what’s to come.

Marinette shudders at the pure animosity radiating from the man-turned monster.

Adrien, ever the faithful friend, mistakes the slight shake as fear and shifts so he covers her from the villain’s view.

Everything is quiet before Scarecrow starts on his evil monolog (not that anyone cares).

Tuning him out Marinette looks around, trying to come up with a plan to get everyone out before a shrill scream and crying fill the air causing her to snap back around.

Some of Scarecrow’s goons are holding a woman back as a small boy is dragged up to the monster himself.

Grabbing the boys are he holds the trembling child painfully tight before reaching behind him and pulling out a canister.

Seeing as how Marinette planned this whole trip she made sure to know all about the local heroes and villains.

And the knowledge of what that bastard was going to do to that poor kid squashed any sense of self-preservation Marinette had.

Rushing forward she manages to make it past the few armed men standing between her and Scarecrow and rips the kid away from him just to get blasted in the face by the fear-toxin.

Ringing fills her ears as she collapses to the ground, voices shouting from the corners of her mind.

All of them shouting how they failed her, she should have done better. That she never should have been chosen.

One voice rings out crystal clear amongst all of the other roaring voices.

You said you would save me, M’lady. I should have known better than to trust someone like you. After all, you aren’t even worth the Ladybug miraculous. I have to say, I’m disappointed in you Bugaboo.

Her head jerks up at her partner’s voice, tears streaming from her eyes as she comes face to face with someone she never wanted to see again.

Chat Blanc.

Voices surround her as explosions sound in the distance. Her parents, her friends, everyone. All screaming at how she failed them, how she should have stopped when she had the chance.

Children’s cries fill the air around her, only these are different. They don’t echo from within her head, instead, they come from around her, slowly grounding her. Reminding her that this is just some monster’s trick.

The fear is still there, prominent as ever, but now her focus is on getting everyone out. She hasn’t failed yet.

Slowly uncurling from the ball she had formed she looks around. Forcing herself to see past the bloodied faces of people she failed to save.

All around her everyone is still the same, the hostages in the same places, same as the gunmen (even if they look smug at her suffering).

The only one missing is Scarecrow himself, and turning ever so slowly to face Chat Blanc her fears are confirmed.

In Scarecrows place stands her beloved kitty.

Pure unadulterated rage fills her as he dares wear her kitten’s face.

Lunging at Chat Blanc she hears the startled screams as she attacks him before the rushing in her ears takes over, leaving her deaf to the sound of shattering glass as the heroes arrive on the scene.

Having the advantage of surprise on her side she manages to pin him fairly easily tying his arms behind his back with her visitors’ pass before spinning around to help take down the rest.

An arm wraps around her, trapping her arms to her side as she struggles, a hand coming up to cover her eyes as she tries to getaway.

Quiet shushing and words of reassurance reach her ears causing her struggling to slow.

“W-who are you?”

Marinette winces at the tremor in her voice as she takes stalk of her surroundings.

Her head is tucked under their chin as their surprisingly strong arms hold her in place, one hand still firmly over her eyes.

“My name is Damian. I’m trying to help keep you calm until they can get you the anti-serum.”

She chuckles even as she shakes in his hold.

“It’s not normally a good idea to grab a girl from behind if you want her to calm down.”

He tenses slightly.

“Right, I didn’t think that through. Most people see what they are most afraid of so I thought if I took that away it would help you calm down.”

Marinette doesn’t reply for a while, opting to try and match his breathing instead of replying. All the while subconsciously leaning more against him.

“It’s working I’ll admit, you just went about it horribly. Can we sit down? I feel like my legs are about to give out.”

She feels him loosen his hold and fumble with something behind her before the hand over her eyes is replaced with a piece of cloth. He takes her hand leading her over to a wall before sitting and pulling her with him, tucking her into his side and draping something over her shoulders as her shaking picks up again.

“I’m sorry, can you tell me about yourself? It’ll help me keep my mind off of the panic.”

She feels him nod shifting again so she's leaning more against his chest.

“I have 3 older brothers. Richard, but everyone calls him Dick, Jason, and Tim. I lived with my mother until I was 10 so I’ve only known them for 6 years. They are all adopted but I don’t think anyone even remembers that half the time.”

Marinette can’t help the soft smile that takes over her face as she wraps her arm around him (why is he so warm???).

“You sound like you love them.”

He scoffs.

“Not in a million years, they’re annoying. Grayson is overly dramatic and a hopeless romantic, Todd is a trigger-happy hothead, and Drake is an insomniac, workaholic with a caffeine addiction.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle, her overwhelming fear slowly receding enough for her to think.

“They may be ‘annoying’ but they’re your family, I can tell you care about them.”

Damian makes an offended noise even as he wraps his arm around her rubbing her arm up and down.

“The only person in our family that I actually like is Alfred, he’s our grandfather and the only reason any of us are still alive, but, I guess they aren’t as bad as they used to be. Not that I'll ever admit that to them. Their egos are big enough as is.”

Marinette is about to respond when another voice cuts her off, causing her to cling to Damian as her heart rate picks back up frantically.

“Too late, I brought the anti-serum for your frie- Hey is she okay?”

Damian pulls her into his lap, rubbing her back even as he scolds the other person.

“She’s still being affected by the fear-gas dipshit! I just got her to calm down again, give me that!”

One of his arms leaves her body as he reaches away from her, he starts whispering to her again as something pricks her upper right arm.

It only takes a minute for the anti-toxin to work, causing Marinette to sag in relief against Damian as he keeps his arms around her.

“Seriously Todd! You should have known better than to startle someone like that!”

Marinette takes deep breaths of air, slightly surprised by the smell of Damian’s cologne before realizing she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad demon-spawn.”

Damian scoffs adjusting Marinette in his arms so he can sit up instead of leaning against the wall.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, nitwit!”

Marinette sits up slightly kissing Damian’s cheek as she takes the makeshift blindfold off before returning to her earlier position.

“Thank you, Damian. You didn’t have to help me, much less stay with me and calm me down. You’re really sweet, you know that?”

His arms tense around her before cackling fills the air.

“Demon-spawn? Sweet?! I don’t know who you’re calling sweet but it’s most definitely not my little brother.”

Damian groans as ‘Todd’ keeps laughing, instead directing his attention to Marinette.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk? The cops will probably want to take a statement.”

She nods and they slowly rise, Damian, supporting her the whole time. Once she is finally standing up straight she turns to look at the boy who helped before coming face to face with the greenest eyes she’s ever seen.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his electric emerald eyes for the first time since they met.

They stand there, in complete silence before a camera flash breaks through their quiet bubble.

Turning towards Todd, Marinette studies his features.

Pale skin, blue eyes, and black hair with a tuffet of white at the front.

“What do you think you are doing,Jason?”

Todd now dubbed ‘Jason’ grins stepping away from his brother.

“Ooh, the first name. You only use that when you’re pissed. And I’m sending this to the group chat, no one will believe me if I say that you were civil with another human being!”

Damian glares.

“You have ten seconds to run, Todd.”

Jason wastes no time running away as quickly as humanly possible.

Damian goes to follow him but stops when Marinette grabs his arm.

“Help me over to the officers? I’m still a little shaky.”

His sharp glare softens as he leads her over to give her statement.

10 minutes later, they are both sitting on a bench waiting for the police to finish getting statements from the rest of the hostages and for the armored truck that will transport Scarecrow to arrive.

“One time when I was 11, Todd and Drake decided it would be a good idea to kidnap my turkey Jerry and hide him away after buying a raw turkey and cooking it for dinner. They said they found it wandering around outside and decided it would be a good idea to cook it.”

Damian shakes his head in fond exasperation.

“That is the closest I had ever come to crying in front of my brothers. I ended up running and telling Grayson what they did and he got so mad. They ended up fessing up that it was just a prank and they didn’t mean to actually make me upset. They ended up going out and buying a bunch of junk food and pizza before we had one big movie night together.”

“We all ended up falling asleep in the living room all piled on top of each other. Father was so surprised when he came home and he didn’t even send us to bed. He got changed and joined us in the living room. We all ended up sleeping in a giant pile on the floor that night while Alfred took the couch.”

Marinette smiles up at Damian, he had been telling her about himself ever since she had asked him to and she honestly enjoyed it.

“They sound wonderful Damian. Hey, when do you think they are going to-.”

“Mari!”

Marinette is cut off by one of her favorite blondes as he latches onto her body.

“When you rushed forward I tried to follow you and ended up getting hit with the gas and had a panic attack, and then when they gave me the serum I couldn’t find you and had another panic attack, and they couldn’t calm me down for a while and then they had to take my statement but I still couldn’t find you and I’ve been freaking out the whole time. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

By the time Adrien finally stops rambling his head is in Marinette’s lap and his arms are wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, but you shouldn’t have even followed me, that was dangerous and stupid and your dad would destroy me if anything happened to you.”

Adrien snorts.

“If you don’t want me to follow you then don’t take off running.”

Marinette groans, not acknowledging the fact that she is still leaning against Damian.

“Adrien, you are far too ride or die for your own good.”

Adrien sighs, leaning back to look at his best friend.

“Yeah well, Chloe is probably gonna kill us both if we don’t get back to the hotel soon. She heard what happened and has been blowing up my phone since I came to. Ms. Bustier won’t let her leave though.”

“We are so dead. She’s going to actually kill me this time. Damian? Would you like an invite to my funeral? You’ll need a tux.”

Before Damian can even try to respond Adrien cuts him off.

“Oh! There's another person here… Who saw me acting dramatic…. Oh no.”

Adrien's pale face contrasts brightly with Marinette’s, which is bright red from restraining her laughter.

“Okay, okay this is fine. It’s fine. We have two options here, A: We kill you so you can’t spill our secrets or B: You become our friend and are kept under surveillance.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him not even bothering to acknowledge how dramatic he is still being.

“No.”

Marinette finally breaks, cackling like a witch she rips a piece of paper from her ever present sketchbook and writes her number down.

“Here, this is my number in case you want to stay in contact. Come on Adrien, Chloe is going to kill us.”

She grabs Adriens arm and starts to run, ignoring his protests of ‘He knows too much to be left alive!’ in favor of trying to make it back to the hotel with her other favorite blonde.

She didn’t see the soft smile Damian sent her way as he puts her number in his phone…

But Jason did, and soon will ever other wayne if the video he sent to the family group chat had anything to say about it.

[athenadione]

pizza and feverish confessions

No one:

Me: DID SOMEONE SAY WHUMP

Okay so it’s only light whump, with an emphasis on comfort. Will I go to the grave believing that Damian is a big softie when it comes to sick Raven? Absolutely. 

Words: 3,909

Rated: G it’s all appropriate... this time ;)

Pairing: DamiRae

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It starts out with a warm, fuzzy feeling in the back of her head. A little dizzying, but not enough to disrupt her equilibrium, so she brushes the feeling aside and chalks it up to a flare of her empathy. Throwing up a few mental shields to keep the plethora of auras at bay, she continues walking down the street with the rest of her teammates, nearing Pizza Corner. 

A popular hotspot for locals, they have to request seating ahead of time so that the employees can prepare for a visit from the Titans. It’s always a daunting task to go out in public. The employees have to barricade a spot near the back of the restaurant for them to eat in peace, and constantly combat the flow of customers that walk in all for the chance to meet them. Obviously, they don’t do it often. The sheer amount of work it takes for them to dine-in never takes less than an hour. But today Gar insisted, and Kori can be a sucker for cute, green kittens; So naturally, they made a reservation. 

The restaurant is already buzzing with activity by the time they turn the corner, still about a block away. Hosts and waitresses are shuffling people out and the crowd is growing considerably, all looking for a chance to get an autograph or picture with a Titan. They’re used to all the chanting and the yelling, but today it bothers her a bit. Already she can feel a tension headache blooming just behind her eyes, and she resists the urge to rub at her temples with her fingers. Maybe she stayed up reading too late last night.

She says nothing about her ailment and continues walking, appearing unaffected to everyone that doesn’t know what to look for in her face- a light grimace tugging at the corners of her mouth, and eyes that flutter shut a moment longer than necessary. 

A few employees jog out to escort them the rest of the way, and Kori thanks them warmly, resting a hand on one of the men’s shoulders. The way the man looks back at Kori can make any woman mad with envy. Complete, undivided attention and adoration. Really, she can imagine literal red hearts leaping outwards from the pupils of his eyes accompanied by the loud sound of an ahooga horn. It nearly makes her snort, but instead she arches a delicate brow. With a reminder to herself to watch less Cartoon Network, she allows herself to be ushered into the building by another employee. 

When she feels the brush of a well defined chest against the length of her arm after stepping inside it takes her a moment to realize it’s Damian. He must have stayed close behind her from the way he’s angled his body, shielding her from view. She remembers a time when his body wouldn’t even be able to take up half the space of the door. Now, at twenty two, he can easily provide coverage from the crowd- which she’s certainly grateful for. One would think after nearly a decade of superhero experience she’d be used to the publicity. Reluctantly, she admits that she’ll probably always be a little uneasy when it comes to large crowds. 

“Beast Boy, stop flirting and get in here!” Jaime is seen tugging on the Changeling’s arm, practically dragging him in the diner. Gar comes begrudgingly with promises to the horde of females surrounding him to come back later for pictures. The foray of giggles that is heard a few seconds after leads Raven to believe that he’s said something else that’s borderline inappropriate, and from Damian’s eye roll she knows that he heard exactly what it was. 

“Come on Beetle, I was this close to getting that blonde chick’s phone number!” Gar laments, rather dramatically Raven thinks, and continues his protests all the way to the door. 

“Hurry up you two, we’re ready to be seated.” Kori says, shooting Gar a glance, the warning to behave clear in her eyes. Raven admits that she’s impressed when Gar doesn’t immediately shrink back like he used to. 

“Sorry Star.” He mumbles, letting Jaime pull him past both her and Damian to follow behind Kori. Raven watches them a moment, willing the dull throb in her head to ebb, but it doesn’t cease. A light frown crosses her features when she realizes that she’ll likely need to meditate an extra hour today for the pain to subside. And perhaps take a few ibuprofen.

Behind her, Damian steps around her and lowers his gaze to meet her eyes. “Raven, are you okay?” He asks, touching her arm lightly. “You have a headache?” 

Raven blinks, the only evidence of her surprise that Damian had been able to read her so well. But then she remembers that they’ve been teammates for years, and of course he would be able to tell, just as she can tell that the lilt in his tone is concern, not annoyance. 

“Yeah.” She breathes and closes her eyes again. “I’m okay, I just need to meditate when we get back to the tower.” 

When she opens her eyes again she sees him press his lips together and narrow his eyes like he doesn’t believe her and he’s definitely going to argue with her...but to her relief he says nothing, just gestures to the large booth where the others are already seated. 

“Come on, the sooner we eat the sooner we can leave.” 

She nods lightly, aware of how the movement heightens the pain of her headache, and turns to walk to where Kori is waving for them. Then Damian places a hand to her lower back and begins to guide her through the clearest pathway to the booth, unaware of the light blush heating her cheeks. Even after all this time she still hasn't gotten the courage to admit to herself what the pang in her chest is when he does little things like that. 

Shoving back emotions that she refuses to interpret, she focuses her attention on the booth ahead of them, giving Kori a shrug when she sends her a curious look. 

“Man they always have the best veggie pizzas. I wish I could eat here everyday.” Gar states to no one in particular. Jaime takes offense, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “How can anyone come here and eat vegetarian pizza? That should be considered felonious.” 

“For once, I’d have to agree with Beast Boy.” Damian tells them both, stepping up to the booth first, then he reaches out with an open hand for her to take it. His hand is cool, contradicting the heat that she’s feeling from her headache. He gestures for her to step into the booth first and she scoots beside Jaime. Then he follows behind, effectively closing her in. 

“Are you serious? Did everyone hear that?” Gar’s eyes widen in excitement, and he jumps in his seat, nearly sloshing his drink. “I want this in writing.” 

“Don’t get used to it.” Damian quips back, eyes scanning the menu. The pout that Gar sends him makes Raven smile, mildly amused at the way his canines protrude over his upper lip. 

Any plea that may have come from Gar’s mouth is silenced when the wait staff swoop in to get their orders. As quickly as they left, they come back with her and Damian’s drinks, and they are already set to make their pizza. Fast and succinct, the waist staff pride themselves on their service, and they deserve a considerable tip for the effort they’ve already given to allow them all to eat here. She makes a mental note to mention that to Kori when there’s a light itching in the back of her throat, and she takes a few sips of her water to combat it. 

Conversations between her teammates continue, and Raven’s content to remain silent and listen to their banter, leaning back into the cool upholstery of the booth. The haziness in her mind grows, accompanied by a lightheadedness that makes her breathe deep, repeating her mantra to focus. In one corner, she finds a tear in the mahogany leather. Eyes beginning to glaze over, the longer she stares at it, the more black dots begin to swim along her vision. 

At some point she vaguely recognizes Dick’s voice across the restaurant, joining them in his Nightwing suit. The joy she feels bubbling from Kori’s aura is enough to bring her back to the present, vision now clear, and she sees Dick slide in beside the Tamaranean. Everyone shifts to make room and Raven’s thigh brushes Damian’s when it’s her turn to scoot over. 

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Dick asks the entirety of the table. There’s a series of replies, each ranging from a curt “Fine,” to “I’d be better if I had my pizza right about now,” to a bemoaned “Thanks a lot Nightwing! It was already hard enough getting phone numbers with Robin around, now it’ll be impossible!” 

Raven just nods in greeting, knowing that Dick won’t consider her silence as rude. Something she’s thankful for. Dick takes it all in stride as he always does, and he easily fits in with their group dynamic, bantering back and forth with Gar and Jaime all the while shooting the occasional tease to Kori. He even manages to make Damian smile once or twice- a considerable feat to accomplish. 

Eventually they all settle down again and her eyes begin to feel bleary once more. This time a light shiver follows all the way up her spine, and she barely contains the shudder that threatens to wrack through her body. It does cause her to lightly brush against Damian’s thigh again though, and she’s very aware of his keen, inquiring eyes on her. Looking up, she sees the question in his gaze. 

And she wants to put the concern she feels in his aura at ease, but at this point the ache in her head has pretty much developed into a migraine, and any jarring movement sends her head spinning, so she just gives him a small smile, if a bit forced. And as much as she’d rather go home and lay down in the dark, everyone’s having a good time, and they don’t get to go on public outings often together. She doesn’t want to ruin it by cutting their trip short. Besides, she’s been through much worse.

Even so, when their pizza finally arrives Raven only picks at hers, taking a few small bites for show, but her migraine is starting to make her feel nauseous, and the itch in her throat is scratchy, making it uncomfortable to swallow. 

After a while, a heat begins to sizzle over her skin even as she’s bundled in her thickest cloak. Beside her, Jaime is arguing with Gar over which pizza is the best on the menu. It escalates to a point where Gar begins to point out how many slices of each kind of pizza everyone’s been eating until he gets to her own plate. 

“What’s wrong Rae, you don’t like your pizza? You love pepperoni.” Gar pipes up from across the table, a piece of veggie pizza in one hand and a crumpled napkin in another. His brows are drawn together in disapproval when she follows his eyes to her plate. Only one slice of the two that she had taken from the pepperoni and cheese pie in the middle of the table is half eaten. 

Aware of everyone’s eyes on her, she feigns nonchalance as she fights back another shiver. “Yeah, I do. It’s good.” She swallows, then takes another sip of her water to moisten her throat, looking back down at her plate. “I guess I just don’t have much of an appetite today.” 

Beside her, Damian narrows his eyes and turns in the booth to observe her blatantly, ignoring Dick and Kori’s curious glances. Feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense stare, Raven wraps her fingers inside her cloak, pulling it tighter around her body. His eyes sweep her figure pensively, then rest back onto her face, taking in the glazed expression on her face. 

After a few more moments he crosses his arms and gives her a reprimanding glare. “You’re getting sick.” He deadpans.

Immediately words of denial bubble up her throat, still conscious of everyone’s attention. “I am not. I’m fine.” She says, and as punishment the pain in her headache blossoms tenfold right at the base of her skull. 

Despite the clouding in her mind she can still feel the brush of Damian’s aura, a tinge of both worry and frustration lapping at her empathy. “Tch. You’re a horrible liar and this is ridiculous.” He vaguely motions at the table they’re sitting at. “You shouldn’t be forcing yourself through lunch when you’re feeling unwell.” 

The others voice similar echoes of concern with promises that she shouldn’t feel guilty for staying, and Raven sighs because this is what she has been trying to avoid. She waves off their concerns. “I’m okay, really. Let’s just enjoy the rest of lunch okay? I’m fine.” She repeats. 

“I think we’re all ready to go back anyway, right guys?” Kori asks before Damian can argue with her further, looking at Jaime and Gar. Together they nod and begin to shuffle as one when Kori and Dick step out- Dick leaving the group entirely with the check in his hand. 

Guilt swells in Raven’s chest, knowing how much the team had looked forward to being together on a relatively calm day like this, which is so very rare. “Wait, Star.” She winces as the raspiness grows in her voice. “You said you wanted to go to the mall first, we still have plenty of time.” Kori’s been wanting to go for weeks now. 

Scooting out of the booth to follow her teammates takes more effort than she’d like to admit, but Damian hovers close by, taking her elbow and helping her step down. His gloved hand around her arm is much colder this time, causing a shudder that she can’t contain anymore.

Standing is not a good idea, Raven thinks. Her legs wobble and she locks her knees to stop them from shaking, and gods why is it suddenly so hot in here? She completely misses the first half of Kori’s response. 

“...and besides, the dress I want to buy will still be there the next time I go.” 

The world tilts on its axis, or rather Raven tilts, taking the world with her when she takes a step. The sudden lightheadedness she feels is so overwhelming she doesn’t even notice that Damian still hasn’t let go of her arm.

Someone within the vicinity of her incapacitated hearing begins to speak. Is it Gar? His voice sounds so far away now and her movements feel sluggish. There’s a light ringing in her ears that increases in tune with the pounding of her head, and through it all she feels that she’s broken out in a light sweat. 

“Raven?” She looks through bleary eyes to see Damian’s face contorted with alarm. It makes her want to reach out and cup his face because he’s normally so stoic, and the worry creases above his brows don’t suit him at all. What would he do if she reached up on her tip-toes to kiss them until they receded? 

She never gets the chance to find out, because the black specks dancing at the edge of her peripherals fill her vision all too quickly, and before she’s able to take another step forward her knees buckle, falling into Damian’s arms as swiftly as she falls into unconsciousness. 

“Oh my god, Raven!” 

.

She’s not fully conscious when she catches hints of low whispers near her, nearly drowned out by the beep of a machine next to her ears. Groaning softly, her senses are overcome with the aching in her leg muscles, and how hot her skin feels against the sheets she’s tucked underneath. A shiver wracks her body and she involuntarily curls into herself on the bed she’s in. Cords follow her body, attached to the pulse oximeter that she briefly notices is on her finger, along with an I.V. in her arm. 

Faintly, she hears the sound of the t.v. playing in the background. She thinks it’s Scooby Doo. Either someone had turned it on for her when she woke, or Gar’s been in this room recently. Nonetheless, it’s enough to make her realize with mild amusement that she reminded herself to watch less Cartoon Network, not more. 

But that amusement is short-lived when there’s a dip in the bed, the movement making her moan as the aching in her legs heightens, and she opens her eyes hazily.

It takes her a few seconds to focus on the figure beside her. “Dami…?” She croaks and immediately regrets speaking from the sharp pain in the back of her throat. “Ah..hurts.”

Luckily Damian isn’t one for small talk and he just rubs her upper arm lightly. “I know, don’t speak.” He says gently, “You have strep throat and the flu. Your fever got worse overnight.” 

Damian presses something cold and wet to her forehead, and she sighs in reprieve as it soothes her heated flesh. Her eyes flutter shut once more and she’s already drifting off to sleep, barely hearing his next words. “Get some rest habibti. I’m here.” The darkness takes her under, and this time she welcomes it. 

.

The next time she wakes she thinks she must be delirious. 

Damian is mere inches away from her, pressing his lips to her temple in a light kiss, and whispering something to her in his native tongue. 

If she wasn’t so sick then this would be heaven- waking up to his soft kisses. And maybe it still is in her own mind, because she’s honestly not sure if this is real. 

A wave of nausea disrupts that train of thought and it courses through her stomach. She shoots upwards into a sitting position, head spinning. And she must’ve done this before because a small trash can is placed directly under her mouth as soon as she sits up, and she grasps at it weakly, vomiting up bile. Hands gather her hair gently at her nape, holding it back for her as she continues retching. Then she’s just dry heaving for a few minutes after there’s nothing left to throw up, and her stomach twinges achingly. 

Someone starts rubbing soothing circles at her back and cooing into her ear, and she finally has the energy to glance back, recognizing those familiar emerald orbs that look back down at her in sympathy. When it’s clear that she’s finished he takes the trash can and places it next to her bed, within reaching distance. Gratefully taking the hand towel from his outstretched hand to wipe her mouth, she wonders if she should feel mortified at the fact that he’s seeing her in this state, but another shiver wracking through her body halts that train of thought too. 

“Raven?” She must’ve spaced out at some point because she’s now leaning back against the fortress of pillows that have been fluffed for her, and Damian is hovering above her. 

He reaches out an ungloved hand and tucks a stray hair behind her ear, and she wishes she had the courage to ask him to keep stroking her hair like that. “How are you feeling?” He asks her. 

She just shakes her head, not trusting her mouth to speak. Also, her throat feels raw after vomiting. The lingering taste of bile makes her grimace.

“Try to sit up for me, you need to hydrate.” He calls out softly and she wonders how she didn’t notice the glass of water in his hand before. Bracing shaky palms into the mattress, she manages to pull herself up enough to earn a hum of praise. A straw makes its way to her mouth and she accepts it without argument, knowing from the set of his jaw that if she tried to she would certainly lose. The few sips she’s able to stand helps ebb the burning sensation in her throat, and Damian encourages her to take a few more. Then, she’s shaking her head and pushing away the glass. He relents, murmuring his approval. Soft, low tones. “Good. That’s good, Raven.” A hand threads through her hair again and she leans into his touch, taking the small comfort he’s offering despite how out of character it is for him to be so...intimate. 

The soft, rhythmic brush of his fingers through her hair distracts her from the ache in her legs, and the dull throb of her headache. It helps tether her to consciousness enough to open her eyes more clearly and see the gentleness in his gaze as he watches her. 

When she opens her mouth to speak her tongue feels like cotton, but she continues anyway. “You...don’t have to stay.” Her voice sounds like she’s been screaming in terror for hours until finally succumbing to an unbearable torture, and she winces at how pathetic it must sound to him too. 

He just shushes her and continues threading his hand through her hair. “I’ll leave if you insist, but I’d rather stay...if that’s alright.” 

All she can do is nod. They fall into a comfortable silence, which Raven cherishes. Damian’s always seemed to know when silence is needed, and he gives it to her often. Having him here, helping her while she’s in such a vulnerable state sends another sensation through her chest, filling her with a different kind of warmth. Not the kind of feverish, sweaty, and boiling heat that’s bogged down her mind the past couple of days (It’s been a few days right? Truthfully she doesn’t really know). But it’s a warmth that slowly spreads throughout her entire being, pouring over into her soul that leaves a light tingling in its wake. It’s stronger than anything she’s ever felt before and it swells in her throat until it formulates into words, spilling out of her mouth before she can stop it. 

“I love you.” 

Another shiver reverberates through her body, and the combined ache of her muscles and persistent fever takes her back under- so much so that she doesn’t even realize the significance of what she just said. She just knows that it makes Damian give her a smile that she’s never seen before. One that softens every feature in his face, and lights his eyes in such a way that mesmerizes her through the fogginess of her affliction.

“I know.” He says in a hushed timbre, leaning down to press his lips to her hairline- an act that makes her sigh in content, despite her dazed state. “I love you too.” 

He stays with her, fingers playing languidly with the strands of her hair as he murmurs into her ear- a mixture of both their common language and arabic, and she clings to the gentle undertone of his words, relishing in this new, welcoming warmth that’s now unfurling all the way down to her toes. She continues to listen to his voice as it lulls her back gently into unconsciousness.

And she knows that he’ll be there when she wakes up again, just as surely as she now knows in her heart that she loves him. 

And he loves her back.

[tchallasbabymama]

God is a Woman (Finale)

Wow, this is it y’all. Thank you for staying with me on this journey. Playlist was the first full-length story I started and I can’t believe I was able to pump out 15 chapters. I really just got back to writing in December after years of doubting myself...so this really means a lot to me. Y’all really mean a lot to me. Enjoy 😘

CW: smut

Word Count: 8202 As soon as the sun peeked out over the horizon, Ashanti’s eyes blinked open. She woke up smiling, and it only intensified when she felt her husband’s arms tighten around her as she reached for her dream journal on the nightstand. She flipped through her entries before she landed on a blank page. Using the sliver of sunlight sneaking into the room to see, she put her pen to the paper and thought back on her dream, making sure to record every detail she could.

In her dream, she was at the lake. Their lake. 

It was a beautiful day outside, and she heard children’s laughter behind her. She turned around and saw a salt and pepper T’Challa swinging a young boy around with a man who looked just like T’Challa. Another laugh was heard and she turned to see a grown Siyanda and another man that looked like T’Challa surrounded by three rowdy children. T’Challa, his first mini-me, and the young boy all lit up at the sight of them and the kid ran to greet the new additions to their party.

The man with Siyanda hugged the boy tight before he ran off with the other kids. Ashanti couldn't take her eyes off her daughter. She looked to be about thirty, and she wore her hair cropped short. She got her strong stature and graceful movements from her father, and the heart shaped herb no doubt. One of the kids ran back over to ask her something Ashanti was too distracted to hear, but she clearly heard the kid say “Ok mama!” and a lump formed in her throat. She was pulled out of it by the feeling of T’Challa’s arms going around her waist.

“Are you ok, Kitten? You seem a little out of it today.”

Everything about him felt the same. The timbre of his voice against her ear still set her ablaze, and the smell of his cocoa butter covered skin still made her melt. She turned in his arms to get a better look at him and the gray hairs dispersed throughout his beard and short curls made her smile. His eyes were just as bright as ever, with a more pronounced crinkle in the corners. He stood strong and tall, but his softness for her shone through every time he looked at her.

“I’m ok,” she smiled and pulled him down into a kiss.

“Ewwww, they’re being gross again. Make it stop,” one of the men teased from afar, making them laugh and pull apart. T’Challa grabbed her hand and led her over to the group. Ashanti looked at the twins and marvelled at how they managed to both steal T’Challa’s face. They seemed to be in their early twenties so Ashanti did some quick math in her head and found she still had some time before she’d get to meet them in real life. Just as they sat down to enjoy their family picnic, the children joined them and a little girl crawled into Ashanti’s lap. She smiled up at her with her two front teeth missing and Ashanti kissed her forehead. Right when she laid her head on T’Challa’s shoulder, the sun woke her up.

She scribbled down her dream as quickly as she could before it left her memory, and just as she closed her journal she heard T’Challa’s raspy morning voice.

“Was it a good one?”

“One of the best,” she said through a smile and turned over to face him, planting a good morning kiss on his lips.

“Tell me about it.”

“Mmmm, this one I think I’ll keep to myself. You’ll find out eventually.”

“Oh, another premonition?”

“I hope so.”

In the two years that had passed since Ashanti came into her powers, she had also developed the ability to receive premonitions through her dreams like several of the women in her family. 

She tried to turn back around to get out of bed, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Uh-uh, where do you think you’re going?”

“You know where, I need to get my run in,” she giggled as his arms tightened around her waist.

“I need help with something before you go,” he whispered into her ear and grinded his morning wood between her naked cheeks and slid into her pussy, pulling her leg back to open her up. “And you need to stretch.”

All Ashanti could do was moan as he filled her from behind, her hips grinding back into him.

“I love how you’re always ready for me, Kitten. Such a good slut for your Kumkani.”

“Y-Yes, thank you Kumkani.”

He closed her legs and flipped her on her stomach, straddling her as he grabbed her ass and plowed into her. Ashanti damn near ripped the sheets from the bed as she held on for dear life. Normally their morning sessions were languid and sensual, but T’Challa woke up this morning ready to break her back in. One of his hands ripped off her scarf and grabbed her twists, craning her head to the side so she could look at him. He planted a wet kiss on her lips as his body weight came down on her thrust after thrust and a tear rolled from her eye. 

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” T’Challa‘s hips wound inside her and she cried out, releasing her juices all over him as she came from his head dragging across her g-spot. “Mhm, just like that, Kitten. Soak my fucking dick.” 

He lifted her hips without slowing his strokes and pushed her upper body down to the bed. He squatted over her and the angle of his thrusts drove her wild. She couldn’t stop cumming and he bit his lip as he tried to hold onto his own release, but the way her walls were squeezing him left him no choice.

“I’m about to cum in my pussy, Kitten. I want you to fucking drain me. You better not push it out, either. You hear me?” His strokes got impossibly deeper and her pussy responded by clenching around him yet again.

“Fuck!” T’Challa couldn’t help himself any longer and he released himself deep inside her. Ashanti grinded her hips and clenched around him some more, making sure she got every last drop as he continued to spill into her. She could feel the small bursts of liquid as they splashed her cervix and painted her walls, and she moaned as she reached under and played with her clit. She came for him one more time and he sat back on his heels and watched some of his cum slowly leak out of her drop by drop.

“Mmm, how am I supposed to go run now?” she whined as she slid back down onto the bed and rolled over.

“I’ll have the bathtub ready for you,” he kissed her and his hand travelled down her body to her clit.

“Challaaa,” she whined some more and moved her hips as his fingers rubbed her in slow circles.

“You either go now or I fuck you into this bed some more, and I’m sure the general wouldn’t accept that as a valid excuse. I’d hate to have to watch her make you run laps.”

“Ugh, fine. Stop touching me,” she fussed as she got up and he chuckled at her frustration.

“You might want to wear your black leggings.”

“Why?”

“I was serious, you’re not pushing it out.”

“You want me to run around with your jizz seeping down my leg?”

He laughed at her choice of words as he sauntered into the bathroom to start his day, without answering her question. Ashanti rolled her eyes and threw on some sneakers, her hot ass black leggings, and a sports bra before heading out to the gardens, peeking in on Yaya still asleep in her bed before she left. When the sunlight hit her face she smiled and started limbering up her muscles before she took off around the palace grounds. About forty five minutes later she returned to the palace and walked into the living area to see T’Challa and Yaya in the kitchen making breakfast as usual.

“Good morning, mama!” she said as she stirred some batter.

“Good morning, baby girl. Are you ready for your big day?” She came over and kissed Siyanda on the cheek before turning to her husband and doing the same.

Siyanda flashed a snaggle-toothed smile and nodded her head vigorously. Today would be her first day of school, and the entire Udaku household was buzzing with excitement. Before she could start getting sentimental Ashanti left the kitchen to go wash off her run. She hopped in the shower first, then settled into the bath T’Challa had run her for her aching muscles. She didn’t stay long, just long enough to relax. When she joined the family downstairs again, she walked in to see a hologram of Kwame and his husband Omar projecting from T’Challa’s beads. Ramonda had taken over in the kitchen while Yaya sat in T’Challa’s lap as her two uncles wished her a happy first day of school.

“So you two almost forget my birthday, but call for her first day of school? Fairweather friends, I tell you.” Ashanti joked as she entered their line of sight and leaned down to place her head on T’Challa’s shoulder.

“You know I still love you, Yaya’s just my favorite,” Kwame quipped back and she feigned offense. “Anyways, loving the twist-out. And Miss Yaya, those braids!”

“Enkosi, baba did them,” she said proudly, looking back at T’Challa.

Ashanti’s mind flashed to the night before. The three of them sat in the living room watching The Princess and the Frog, Siyanda’s favorite movie. Ashanti was trying her hardest not to cry for the millionth time when Ray died, when she looked over at her family and her tears dried up at the sight. Siyanda was seated on a pillow on the floor, eyes glued to the screen while her baba braided her hair with the concentration of a brain surgeon. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about how he wanted the last couple braids to wind about her head, and she could see the exact moment it came to him and she chuckled. He looked up at her and winked before going back to the very important task at hand. By the time he was finished putting the beads on the ends of her hair, the movie had ended and she was almost falling asleep. They put her to bed and watched her sleep for a little bit before leaving the room. 

Their convo didn’t last long, and pretty soon the king and princess were back on breakfast duty. He let her pour out the eggs into the skillet and he started his famous spiced plantain pancakes on the griddle. The turkey sausage was already done and the cheese grits had just come off the stove, and Ramonda had already found her way to the fruit Ashanti had chopped up the night before. Shuri rounded the corner with her usual morning grumpiness, but changed her tune when she saw Yaya and remembered what day it was.

“Good morning, family,” she yawned before shuffling over to her niece and covering her in kisses. “Someone has a big day today...I wonder who it is? Ashanti?”

“Nope not me.”

“Mama?”

Ramonda shrugged, “I don’t know who it could possibly be.”

“Ubhuti?”

“No special plans over here.”

“Hm, must be Daka then.”

“It’s me,” Siyanda giggled.

“You? What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to school!”

“Whaaaat? I had no idea!”

“No idea about what,” N’Jadaka asked as he entered the room. He had made sure he was in town for his Punkin’s big day. 

“Did you know Yaya is starting school?”

“Nah, she’s not old enough for that.”

“I am, too!”

“How old are you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Five!”

“Since when?” 

Ashanti and Yaya had switched places and she was helping T’Challa plate the food when she noticed him stop and sigh looking out at Siyanda arguing back and forth with her aunt and big cousin. 

“She’s growing up so fast. It feels like she’ll be queen by next week,” T’Challa said barely loud enough for Ashanti to hear. She thought to her dream and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his jaw.

Just then, Chidi and Bisa entered the kitchen. They had gotten back from another trip abroad the night before just to make it to see Yaya start her first day of school.

“Sorry we’re late, jet lag is rough on us old folks,” Bisa said as she went around greeting everybody with a hug. 

“Old? Speak for yourself, woman. Don’t forget you have two years on me,” Chidi quipped as he made his rounds, too. 

Bisa cut her eyes at her husband and everyone sat down at the table to eat. 

“So, mama, baba, how was Indonesia?”

“It was lovely, you two should add it to your list,” Bisa responded before stuffing her mouth full of T’Challa’s delicious food.

“We just might do that.”

“Where are your glasses, intyatyambo?” Chidi asked Yaya while Ashanti and T’Challa both beamed at their little girl. She had finally outgrown them and could look at people without the blinding pain from the brightness of their auras. 

“The colors don't hurt my head anymore, so I don’t need them,” she said proudly.

“Wow, we were only gone a month,” Bisa was surprised at the quick change.

The family ate together and had their fill until about thirty minutes later T’Challa looked at the time on his beads and realized they should wrap things up.

“We need to get moving if you’re going to be on time for your first day,” T’Challa said to Yaya and she hopped up from the table and ran to get her things. The king and queen stood next, both taking a second to compose themselves.

“It gets easier,” Chidi offered as he grabbed his daughter’s hand. “I was a wreck on your first day.”

“Oh my Bast, I remember I had so much trouble getting him to let you go.”

Ashanti looked to T’Challa knowingly and he looked away. She could already tell he would be a problem. 

“On Shuri’s first day of school T’Chaka wanted to stay and monitor the teacher.”

Ashanti shook her head at her husband, already seeing the wheels turning in his head.

“It’s not the worst idea…” he said under his breath.

Just then Yaya reentered the room with a pep in her step. “Ready!”

Her family waved goodbye, not a dry eye in sight, as T’Challa and Ashanti walked with Siyanda out of the palace and through the streets of Birnin Zana, their Dora close behind. Even Okoye fought to remain poised as the little princess that she loved so much walked ahead of her parents, seemingly already knowing the way. When they got to the school, she immediately tried to run off and play with the other kids, but T’Challa held her shoulder as the teacher walked over to introduce himself.

“My king, my queen, princess. It is a pleasure to have you here with us. I am Abayomi, I’ll be Siyanda’s teacher this year,” he saluted them and held out his hand for them to shake. Ashanti took it, as did T’Challa after she nudged his side for staring at it for a beat too long. Abayomi recognized the look on T’Challa’s face and decided to offer him some comfort, “If you’d like you can stick around and make sure she’s settled in ok.”

“Yes, let’s-”

Ashanti cleared her throat, interrupting him and shaking her head. 

“Thank you Abayomi, but it’s probably better that we leave. The longer we stay the worse he’ll get.”

The teacher smiled and nodded in understanding before crouching down to Siyanda’s level.

“Hi Siyanda, I’ll be your teacher this year. Are you ready to have some fun and learn some cool stuff?”

She nodded vigorously and turned around to T’Challa, “Can I go now, baba?”

His heart broke and Ashanti saw it happen. 

Abayomi went and stood by the door to give the family some privacy as they said their goodbyes. Ashanti crouched down and hugged Yaya goodbye before T’Challa knelt down and did the same, refusing to let her go until Ashanti gave him a look. 

“It’s ok, baba, it’s just school.” She noticed the tears welling in his eyes and wiped one away that fell to his cheek.

“I know, sithandwa. You be good, ok?”

“I will, baba.”

He let her go and she ran towards the school doors and met her teacher. They both waved one more time before going inside and T’Challa’s dam broke. Ashanti helped her husband up and wiped his tears.

“How are you not crying right now?” He asked, confused by how she was able to keep it together. Ashanti smiled and thought back to her dream from the night before.

“Because last night I saw her as a queen. She was fully grown up, had kids of her own and everything...our baby isn’t a baby anymore, Challa. She’s growing up.”

“I hate it,” he grumbled as she grabbed his hand and led him back to the palace. 

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Ashanti‘s chest heaved as she gulped down her room temperature water.

“How was that?” 

“Pretty good, except for right here,” Shuri pulled up footage of Ashanti fighting in the simulation. “You let him get in too close. He could’ve done some real damage, so watch your back.”

Ashanti nodded and shook out her muscles.

“Again.”

“Ashanti, we’ve been at this all day. You should take a break. Bast, I need a break.”

The queen sighed and wiped her brow, “Come on, just one more?”

“So this is where you’ve been all day,” T’Challa said as he leaned up against the door leading to the private training room’s observation deck, surprising both of them. 

“Brother, please get your wife. She’s going to exhaust herself if she keeps this up.”

“Snitch!”

Shuri leaned over the railing and stuck her tongue out at Ashanti before turning back to her brother and thrusting her holopad into his hands. “I’m going to take a nap, please don’t need me for the next two hours.”

T’Challa shook his head as she left and he reviewed Ashanti’s footage.

“You’re doing well.”

“Not well enough,” she said under her breath and rolled her eyes.

T’Challa looked up from the tablet and his brows furrowed, sensing her attitude. He strolled out of the observation deck and down the ramp to the training room, examining her body language as he went. He knew where this was going, and he didn’t like it one bit but he had to ask.

“What is it, Kitten?” He reached for her hand and she barely held onto it.

“Nothing,” she mumbled while avoiding eye contact. He pulled her in closer and lightly grabbed her chin, making her look into his eyes.

“You’re a horrible liar,” he said and she pouted. He smirked at her poked out lip and leaned in to kiss it. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just want to get better, that’s all.”

“Why are you pushing yourself so hard?” He braced himself for what he felt was coming. He really didn’t want to have that conversation. She looked away again before her eyes found their way back to his.

“I want to go on a mission.” 

There it was.

“A mission? Why?” he asked nervously, and she could hear the faint waiver in his voice.

“Because I have these powers I never do anything with, T’Challa. I know how to use them now, I’ve been doing combat training for over a year now...Yaya saw us fighting monsters,” she pointed to the both of them for extra emphasis. “So...when can I start?”

T’Challa really didn’t want her in the field fighting. He knew what his missions entailed sometimes and he wanted to keep her as far away from harm as possible. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, and she wiggled herself out his arms. That wasn’t the reaction she wanted. She left him standing on the training room floor and stormed back to their quarters. The king’s shoulders slumped as he watched her march through the door. He looked up at the ceiling and spoke to Bast, “Give me strength.”

He decided it was probably best to give her space the rest of the day, and they didn’t run into each other again until dinnertime. Ashanti mostly ignored T’Challa and focused on Siyanda as she excitedly told them all about her day at school. She had been in school for a couple weeks now and was just as excited about it as she was on her first day. T’Challa tried his best to focus as she told them about her best friend Ade, but he was in his head the entire time thinking of the impending conversation he’d have to have with his wife.

Ramonda and Shuri could tell something was off, so after dinner Shuri offered to take her niece for the night so they could hash out whatever was going on between them. Ashanti was the first to leave the table, and T’Challa followed behind her shortly after, still wanting to give her space. Well, he wasn’t actually sure if he was doing it for her or for him, but it was needed nonetheless.

When he arrived at their quarters he found her stress painting on the balcony. She splattered the paint onto the canvas at record speed and he changed out of his royal threads and into a pair of sweatpants he wouldn't mind getting paint on before joining her outside. She saw him, but made no effort to acknowledge his presence.

“So you’re just going to ignore me, now?” he asked as he leaned against the railing. A couple stray red droplets found their way to his stomach and he almost smiled at the intense concentration on her face.

Ashanti dipped her paintbrush into white paint and lightly flicked it at her masterpiece, sprinkling white dots over the red splotches. She looked up at him for a second before her eyes travelled back to her masterpiece.

“Kitten…”

“What?” she said under her breath, her voice flat. 

“Talk to me.”

“For what? You said all there is to say.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Not with your mouth. Body language, T’Challa.”

“Damn. Full name, eh?”

“T’Challa Jahi Udaku. Is that better?” She rolled her eyes and reached for the black paint.

“No, it’s not,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. “Ashanti, look at me.”

Her eyes flickered up to him over the canvas.

“I just don’t think you’re ready yet-”

“Okoye does. She even complimented my combat skills yesterday. You saw how I did with Shuri’s simulation, so what’s the problem?”

“There is a lot more danger out there than my sister can cook up for your training. I just want you to give it more time.”

“I’ve been training for a year! How much time do you need?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Isn’t it? Give me one good reason why you think I’m not ready to fight.”

“I just need you to be safe, that’s all.”

“Oh like I don’t worry about you every time you put on that suit? Because I do. I pray to Bast and the Ancestors every time that you’ll come back to me unharmed, but I know you have to go because it’s your job. It’s who you are. You have your powers for a reason, so what about mine?”

“Your powers are defensive-”

“That’s why I’ve been in combat training, T’Challa! I know that, but you mean to tell me you never have any use for invisibility? A fucking force field?”

T’Challa sighed. He knew she was right, but he just couldn’t let her go out into the world and face danger like that.

“Siyanda-”

“Also has powers and will have even more some day. Are you going to tell her to stop seeing auras?”

“No, of course not, that wouldn’t even be possible.”

“Then why won’t you let me use mine?,” she shuddered at her own words, “Ugh, the fact that you even have to ‘let me’ do something is disgusting.”

“You can use your powers whenever you wish, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, I love when I get to really put them to use for hide and seek and snowball fights,” she said sarcastically. “Do you know what it feels like to not be able to be your full self? I was given these powers for a reason, and I’m doing something with them whether you like it or not.” She got up and wiped her hands on her smock before taking it off over her head and tossing it at T’Challa, covering his torso in wet paint splotches. He rolled his eyes at her maturity and went to wash the paint off. When he emerged from the bathroom he caught her gathering up her pillows in her arms.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sleeping in one of the guest suites tonight.”

“Kitten, we-”

“Don’t go to bed angry, I know, but this is getting nowhere and I’m tired.”

“Then stay here. If anything, I’ll go.”

“Fine by me.” Ashanti threw her pillows back down and walked past him to the bathroom to get ready for bed. By the time she came out he had already gone and she plopped on the bed, suddenly regretting her decision. She knew she couldn’t back down now and crawled under the cold, empty covers to get some sleep. Except sleep never came to her. She tossed and turned until about two hours later, and when she had finally had enough she decided to get up and drink some chamomile and lavender tea. She shuffled down to the kitchen and was met with the sight of her husband making two cups of the exact tea she wanted. He looked up when he heard her approaching and slid the teacup over to her.

“I can’t sleep,” she said before blowing on the tea to cool it down before taking a sip. 

“Me neither.”

There was silence for a while as the two of them stood on opposite sides of the island sipping their tea. 

“How did you know?” she gestured towards the cup.

“You told me once that you sleep better when I’m there, and I know you like tea when you can’t sleep. I figured you probably couldn’t turn your brain off, so you’d be down soon.”

“Well, thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

Ashanti grew quiet again, but T’Challa eventually broke the silence with a sigh. 

“I know how it feels to want to get out into the field so bad it hurts. That’s how I felt during my training...I didn’t realize you felt the same way.”

“Yeah, well, I do and it hurts that you don’t see me as good enough to fight.”

“I never said you weren’t good enough-”

“You said I wasn’t ready.”

“I did, but I thought about it some more...I don’t want you in the field because if something happens to me I want Siyanda to still have you. If we’re both out there…”

“I know, I’ve thought about that too, but Bast gave me this for a reason. I don’t want to waste it, Challa.”

“I know…”

“Then put me in the field.”

He looked at her for a moment before coming to his decision.

“You’ll need a suit.”

Ashanti’s face lit up and she almost dropped her teacup.

“You mean it?”

“Yes…”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“Because I don’t like it, but...anything for you,” he closed the distance between them and kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips. “Besides, you have to start some time since we know you’ll be fighting ‘monsters’ at least once. And you’re right, I shouldn’t have to ‘let you’ do anything.”

Ashanti beamed up at him and pulled him in for another kiss. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re my wife, and my queen, and I never should have tried to stifle you. I am sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I know you only did it because you care about my safety, but trust me, I’ll be fine.” Her hand cupped his face and he leaned into it, pressing a kiss to her wrist. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

They finished their tea and made their way back to their quarters in comfortable silence. T’Challa removed his sweatpants before they crawled into bed and Ashanti curled up on his chest, swinging her leg over for him to grab. Just as they settled in good T’Challa looked down and kissed her forehead. 

“I really am sorry”, he whispered.  

“I know.” She craned her neck up and kissed his lips softly once, then twice, then by the third peck she had already started crawling up onto him, straddling his waist as she leaned over him, exploring his mouth. He pulled her silk nightie over her head so he could see her naked body in all its Bast-given glory.

“Ride me, Kitten,” he said softly. They didn’t argue often, but when they did Ashanti loved how soft he was with her after. When they had angry sex it was always fiery and rough, but Ashanti loved their “I’m sorry” sex, especially when T’Challa was the one apologizing. He was still his usual dominant self, but softer. 

She grabbed his already hard dick in her hand and stroked it slowly from base to tip, rubbing her thumb over the precum seeping out of him and bringing it to her lips, sucking it into her mouth and cleaning her thumb off. He loved to watch her taste him, but he needed more.

“Stop playing,” he grumbled, making her giggle and place him at her entrance, slowly sliding down and taking him into her.

He thought she looked like a goddess when she rode him. Of course, he was often dominant in the bedroom, but when she got on top he liked to sit back and enjoy the ride. She knew how to work his body like it was her job, and as soon as she settled on him she started to bounce and he let out a low moan. He was completely at her mercy as Ariana Grande’s words rang through his head.

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

I don't wanna waste no time, yeah

You ain't got a one-track mind, yeah

Have it any way you like, yeah

And I can tell that you know I know how I want it

Ain't nobody else can relate

Boy, I like that you ain't afraid

Baby, lay me down and let's pray

I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it

And I can be all the things you told me not to be

(Yeah)

When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing

(Yeah)

And he see the universe when I'm the company

It's all in me

“Just like that.”

He held her hips as she squatted on his dick, dropping her entire body weight down on him and taking him in deep. She came down on him repeatedly before switching up her approach by getting down on her knees and rocking into him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist as her hips wound on him. He opened his mouth for a sloppy tongue kiss and she obliged, wrapping her arms around his neck as their bodies slowly rocked together in an intimate embrace. She tightened her walls around him and he groaned into the kiss and thrust up into her. 

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

I'll tell you all the things you should know

So, baby, take my hand, save your soul

We can make it last, take it slow, hmm

And I can tell that you know I know how I want it, yeah

But you're different from the rest

And boy, if you confess, you might get blessed

See if you deserve what comes next

I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it

And I can be all the things you told me not to be

(Yeah)

When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing

(Yeah)

And he see the universe when I'm the company

It's all in me

She let out a high pitched moan and he grabbed her tighter, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“You’re a goddess.”

“I love how you feel inside.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’m so sorry, my love. Do you forgive me?”

T’Challa flipped them over so she laid on her back and he slowly grinded into her as she tried her best to get the words out. He kissed up and down her neck, leaving little love bites as he went, knowing it drove her wild. Ashanti started to involuntarily clench around him and he groaned again, stirring his dick inside her when without warning, she flipped them back over and sat up. 

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

(God is a woman, yeah)

My one

(One)

When all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

You'll believe God

(God is a woman)

Oh, yeah

(God is a woman, yeah)

(One)

It lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

“I wasn’t done,” she said, riding him with a vengeance until the tension in her lower half bubbled over and her body shook on top of him. She collapsed onto his chest and he chuckled, loving her brief flashes of dominance. It only ever reared its head when they made up after a fight, but he liked the power struggle. He spread his legs for leverage and thrust up into her, hands gripping her ass so tight he was sure to leave marks. 

“Come for me one more time, Kitten. Can you do that?”

“Mmmm, y-yes Kumkani.”

He drove into her repeatedly, and Ashanti’s eyes rolled back into her head.

“Oh my Bast, right there.”

“Right here?” 

If it wasn't for her basic understanding of human anatomy, she could have sworn his dick reached her lungs. He found that spot over and over and tremors travelled through her body once more right as he began to twitch inside her.

“T’Challa!” she cried out as she came, and he was just a few seconds behind. His body tensed up and released as he emptied himself into her. Their heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the room for a while before T’Challa spoke up, a smile plastered on his face.

“Nice flip.”

“Mm”

Ashanti grinned lazily and laid her head down on his chest, getting comfortable with him still nestled inside her. She loved sleeping with him filling her, it was the closest she could get to him without crawling into his skin and since  he loved the feeling of being inside her, he never complained. He smiled down at her and noticed she was already falling asleep. He left a kiss on her forehead and got comfortable under her before dozing off himself.

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“You can’t tell T’Challa, but I made you something.”

“I can’t lie to my husband, Shuri. Even if I wanted to, he’s a walking lie-detector.”

“Ugh fine, but only if he asks.”

“I can do that. So what’s the big secret?”

Shuri was vibrating with excitement. “I made you a suit.”

“You didn't.”

“I did!”

“Oh my Bast, show me!”

“Ok, close your eyes.”

“Shu-”

“Just do it, please. And no peeking!”

Ashanti sighed and closed her eyes, impatiently waiting for the reveal.

“Now open.”

Ashanti’s eyes blinked open and she saw a jewelry box in Shuri’s hand with what looked to be two bracelets and a pair of earrings of her own design. She was in awe as she reached in the box and ran her fingers over the small gold filigree earrings. 

“Try it on,” Shuri pushed and Ashanti was compelled to do just that.

She went for the earrings first, popping them in her ears before sliding on the bracelets.

“Ok, what now?”

Shuri scanned the small vibranium ink tattoo behind her ear with her beads. “In your head, just tell it to go on.”

Ashanti took a breath before willing the suit to extend from her new jewelry. Her skin tingled as the nanites travelled from the bracelets and stretched over her body. She looked down at her all-black suit in complete admiration before she realized she was missing something.

“Does it come with a helm-” 

As soon as she started the question, her earrings buzzed and she felt the tingle of the nanites covering her face.

“This is so fucking cool!” She yelled in excitement and ran to the closest reflective surface to check herself out. She turned around and saw her ass was looking right and smirked.

“Really? That’s what you check?” Shuri and Ashanti bursted into laughter just as they heard the doors swish open. Ashanti called the suit back in, but wasn’t quick enough. T’Challa caught a glimpse of it retreating right as he stepped into the lab.

“You made her a suit already? It took you forever to make mine.”

“That’s because I had to make new tech- wait, you’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be? If she’s going to be going on missions with me she needs a suit.”

“You two worked it out?!”

Ashanti laughed, “Yeah, we worked it out. We decided I’ll go with him on the next one.”

It seemed like Shuri was even more excited than Ashanti, but all three of them were ready to test out Ashanti’s new suit.

“Ok, so what can this bad boy do?” Ashanti asked her sister-in-law.

“It’s equipped with our cloaking technology, so when you turn invisible the suit can camouflage with you-”

Ashanti disappeared from view and laughed as she looked down and saw nothing below her.

“-and you have all the same weaponry as ubhuti, but I figured since you can explode on your own you didn't need the kinetic energy absorption.”

A still invisible Ashanti slowly formed a force field around her hand and pushed it out, growing it until about the size of a volleyball.

“And a couple more things: first, throw it,” Shuri said with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Throw what?”

“The bubble.”

Ashanti had never successfully done that before, but she gave it a go. She thrust her hand towards the wall and the bubble she had formed in her hand crashed into it.

“How did I do that?”

“Long story or short story?

“Short please.”

“Magnets.”

“Works for me. What else can I do?”

“Press that button on your left wrist and then try again,” she said while moving backwards, which prompted T’Challa to do the same. Ashanti pressed the button and felt another tingling sensation. She formed the forcefield in her hand as usual, but this time it had little volts of electricity running towards it. She chucked it at the wall and laughed as she watched it crash while the electricity fizzled out.  

“I want to try something,” Ashanti smiled mischievously.

Shuri and T’Challa both saw her wheels turning and left the room as quickly as they could, turning back to watch through the glass doors. Ashanti lifted her hands and quickly formed a forcefield around herself, charging it with electricity and pushing all the way out. She smiled as she completely ruined the testing room, too caught up in the new suit to care. .

“You ruined my lab!” Shuri shouted through the door.

“It’s just the test room, relax,” Ashanti hollered back and retracted her suit.

T’Challa couldn’t help but smile at his wife. He was proud of her progress, no matter how much it still scared him to think of her going on missions. She was still the fiery artist he fell madly in love with, but she had become a warrior right before his eyes. He was in a daze the whole time watching her. She amazed him more and more every day, but today he saw her in a whole new light. Her strength, her powers, her hold over him...she really was a goddess. There was no other explanation. A dreamy smile appeared on his face as he thought of how blessed he was to be in her favor.

“What are you smiling at, goofy?” Ashanti poked him in his arm as they rode in the Talon back to the palace.

“You,” he looked down and kissed her lips softly. “You were amazing in there.”

“Aww, thank you baby,” she looked down as her face got hot and her ears tingled. All these years and he could still make her blush. Just as he leaned in to kiss her his beads rang and he looked down to see it was coming from the Avengers Compound.

“Looks like you might be getting out there sooner than we thought.” He answered the call and Nat’s hologram appeared hovering over his communication bead. “What is it this time? Aliens trying to blow up New York or something?”

“Hello to you, too. You’re close actually. Genetically manipulated creatures in New Jersey.”

“Monsters?” Ashanti popped into view.

“Oh, hello Queen Ashanti,” Natasha bowed her head in deference.

“Just Ashanti is fine. So monsters?”

“Yeah, some defamed ex geneticist did some experiments on a bunch of animals and now they’re basically demolishing Newark. I’m talking things that used to be bears and wolves, cougars even. We gotta do something, so T, you in or you out?”

“We’re in.” His voice was unwavering.

“We?”

“Yes, both of us.”

“Wow, ok. So yeah, we will see you two when you get there.”

The call ended and Ashanti beamed up at T’Challa, vibrating with excitement.

“I’m going on my first mission!” She jumped up and down and flew into his arms, kissing all over his face. “And it’s monsters!”

T’Challa laughed as Ashanti started doing a little celebratory twerk. He thought back to Siyanda’s drawing of them from when she first started having premonitions a couple years ago. It was still hanging on their fridge since Siyanda insisted it go right next to her family portrait. 

When they arrived at the palace, Ashanti had started to get nervous. It had just sunk in what she was about to go do. She wasn’t second guessing herself, but she felt the gravity of the situation. She already knew the outcome thanks to her daughter, but still…

“You ok, Kitten?” he asked her over the ding of the elevators as they rode up to their quarters.

“Hm? Yeah, I just have some first time jitters, that’s all.”

“That happened to me too. It still does.”

“Really?” She looked up at him in surprise. She never thought about him getting nervous before, it seemed so out of character for the Black Panther. 

“Yes, every time now. I’m always worried about making it back to you and Yaya, but I use that feeling to push through and make sure I get home. Think about her, and use it to fuel you.”

Ashanti nodded and her mind drifted to her daughter, her intyatyambo, her baby girl. She would do anything for Siyanda. Hell, she developed a whole superpower to protect her.

“I will.”

The two of them quickly packed their things. T’Challa called Ramonda and let her know of the plan, and she excitedly agreed to be Siyanda’s guardian while they were gone. Chidi and Bisa were on a flight to Italy at the moment, so Ashanti left them a voicemail telling them the good news. The king and queen then went to pick up their daughter from school early, like they always did when T’Challa had to leave in the middle of the day, and when they brought her back to the palace they dropped the news on her.

“Yaya, baby, we need to tell you something, ok?”

“Ok mama, what is it?”

“Well...I’m going with your baba this time. We’re gonna go fight monsters,” the smile on her face grew as Yaya’s eyes got bigger and bigger until she ran out of room.

The princess jumped up and down in excitement. “You’re a superhero just like baba!”

T’Challa chuckled at his daughter, “She certainly is.”

It was a clear, sunny November day in Wakanda. The kind of day where people couldn’t help but to be happy because it felt so good outside. Ashanti walked with her head held high as she and her family made their way to the Royal Talon. Shuri and T’Challa both kept sneaking looks at her in her suit, but for very different reasons: Shuri was proud of her handiwork, and T’Challa was thankful for Bast’s. 

“Ok baby girl,” Ashanti said as they both crouched down in front of Siyanda. She cupped her face in her hands and kissed her forehead, then all over her face. Siyanda giggled and T’Challa reached in with a sneak attack and started tickling her, making her laugh ring out even louder. The more she laughed he could see Ashanti’s nerves melting away and being replaced by a look of complete love and adoration. It was the same look he got when he thought of his girls, and the same look that twinkled in her eye when their eyes met. “You be good for your grandma. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

“I know mama, I saw it before. Remember?”

“We remember,” T’Challa grabbed her and planted kisses all over her face like her mother just did before hugging her tight.

The two adults stood to their full heights, looking to each other and nodding.

“It’s time for us to go,” T’Challa said as he hugged and kissed Ramonda and Shuri goodbye before hugging Siyanda tight just one more time. Ashanti did the same and the two of them walked towards the Talon hand in hand.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to do this, Challa,” Ashanti said as they reached the stairs. Before taking the first step she turned around and faced him “I love you so much.”

He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips.

“I love you too, Kitten.”

“Now let’s go kick some monster ass!” She ran up the stairs and into the Talon, leaving him behind at the foot of the stairs shaking his head in disbelief at the turns his life has taken. Just ten years ago he couldn't see himself with a wife and child...he didn’t even think he’d be king yet, but here he was. When he walked into Taj’s that day he had no idea he would meet the love of his life, his child’s mother...hopefully children someday soon-ish. He loved her with his whole self, yet somehow always had room for growth. The excitement on her face kept him grounded as he tried to focus on the mission at hand and not getting lost in Ashanti’s assets. 

The door closed behind them and the king and queen waved goodbye to their family through the window and caught the kisses Siyanda blew at them from the ground. As the ship continued it’s ascent and their family became as small as ants, Ashanti turned to T’Challa.

“So what now?”

He flashed a gap-toothed smile and reached for her hand, pulling her in close to him and planting a kiss on her lips.

“Now we go over intel and formulate a plan. You ready?”

“Yes sir,” Ashanti stood up straight and nodded, saluting him. 

He smiled and returned the gesture before stilling himself. Ashanti watched as T’Challa melted away and his facial features took on a more stern look. She wasn’t looking at her husband anymore, she was looking at the Black Panther.

“Then lets go kick some monster ass,” he said with a predatory grin as the ship disappeared through the shield and into the outside world. Ashanti’s nerves melted away as the Talon flew through the air and she knew she was ready. She could do this. They could do this, together.

The End

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Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc

Word Count: 2.5k

Description:  Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was   planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with   her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with  a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.

Warnings:Language, oral sex, dom!Jk if you squint, mouth fucking... whoops.

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If the sound of the heavy rain hitting the top of your tent wasn’t enough to wake you, the defining sound of lighting cracking a tree in the distance was. You gasped sitting up quickly, almost forgetting where you were. His warm palm runs up your arm, making your remember. You turn your head back to look at him, his eyes were heavy like he had just woken up. He softly wrapped his fingers around your upper arm, pulling you back into him. A sigh falling from your lips as you snuggled back into your safe space. His right arms wraps around you so that his fingers can run through your hair, while his left comes across his stomach searching for your fingers to lace his through. You quickly find them, looking up at him through your long lashes.

His soft eyes finally meet yours, “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” the words fell from your lips in a daze. Soft and unsure, but maybe talking about it would make it seem less foreign.

The corners of his mouth turn up while his eyes sparkled, “I can relate,’ he drew in a long breathe, “I cant really explain it either.”

You nod while readjusting yourself, sitting up and crossing your legs. He copies you, sitting up tall playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

“I just got out of a relationship a week ago,” You rake your fingers through your hair taking in a long breath.  

He cocks his head to the side taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Did you love Ben?” his voice is small, you can it’s not something he wants to talk about but you both know that its needed.

“I don’t know, I think so.” you rub your hands over your thighs, being forced to think about how you actually felt about one of the longest relationships you’d ever been in.

“You think?” He reaches out to take your hand in his. The instant tranquility that washes over just by being touched by him is something you can’t ignore.

“While I was in it, it felt like love to me... but,” You sigh searching his eyes hoping to find the words,“how do you know what love feels like?”

He tries to suppress a grin as he looks down quickly, he looks back up at you with adoration lacing all of his features, “I think it feels like this…”

Your chest tightens as you process what that means, you wish you weren’t so scared of everything that his words represented. You agree though, wholeheartedly. If you were ever to describe the feelings of falling in love, you would describe this moment.

“Why were you with him for so long if you weren’t sure you loved him?” His voice is soothing, almost as if you were fragile and if he spoke too loud you would break, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

You blink as his thumb brushes the back of your hand softly, “I think, maybe, I just liked having someone to call my own,” You start to explain. Telling him that you did have feelings for him, but you knew deep down that they weren’t feelings of love. You never thought about getting married, or having children, or a future at all with Ben. While you felt that way, a part of you felt secure knowing that you wouldn't be alone.

“Maybe I’m an idiot for staying as long as I did,” You look up at him and he shakes his head.

“I could say the same about all the relationships I’ve ever been in…” He starts to explain, “I think it’s normal, I think it’s what you’re supposed to do until you eventually find someone that makes you think like that. Someone that consumes your every thought, almost makes you feel like you were missing a part of you until you met them.” His hands are warm when they slide up your forearms, he tugs when he gets to your elbow. You follow his pull so that you’re straddling him.

“As scared as you might be, I promise you I’m feeling the same way,” He takes your face in between his hands letting his thumbs brush the area just below your eyes, “But it would be even scarier to stop whatever this could be.” His finger points from him to you repeatedly.

“Jungkook, we’ve literally only known each other for 3 days,” You close your eyes feeling psycho finally saying it out loud.

“Look, I’m not asking to get married or anything. I just think you should know how incredibly whipped I am for you already,” He chuckles as his lips lightly press onto the tip of your nose.

Your eyes lift to meet his galaxy filled ones, they made you feel so warm. The kind of feeling you get when you finally get to slide into your bed after a long day. They felt like home. Of course, those feelings are always accompanied by some form of fear, but he was right. You would regret it forever if you ignored the way you felt for him.

“Whipped, yeah?” you lean away from him, letting your pointer and middle finger dance along his collarbone,  “Tell me a little more about that,” your eyes widen sarcastically, he instantly scoffs loudly burying his head in your neck. His laughs are muffled, and his voice is soft, “Oh shush.”  

He pulls back his face is serious now, “Are you feeling better?”

You nod in response hoping that he believes you. Your head still hurts and your throat is as dry as the Sahara. He reaches besides you to grab his phone, picking it up and seeing the LED screen lights up with the time, 2:42am. He lays back, keeping you on his chest. His fingers combing through your hair carefully.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” you whisper

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m nervous to get back to reality.”

He sighs, “No I’m ready for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, there’s so much I want to do with you.”

He feels you smile into his chest, butterflies in your stomach start to feel like full blown birds. The fact that his brain instantly started to place you into his life was heartwarming to say the least. Yours was doing the same though. You couldn’t stop thinking about what your friends and family would think of this amazing man. The image of all of the dates you would go on, and all the sex you would have was obviously at the forefront. You instantly feel your core start to heat up at the thought of how he would fuck you. You knew he was the giving type, which could only mean that he was also that way in bed. Picturing the way his body would look above yours, as he fucks you into the mattress. You shake the thoughts, recalling that if you wouldn't have gotten sick you might have seen him naked running into the river.

“Did they all skinny dip tonight?” you tilt your head upward so that you can see his face.

“Mhm.”

“You didn't go?”

His brows scrunch together and he looks at you like a crazy person, “You were literally white in the face, love.” He brings his hand up to your cheek, “besides... the only person I have the desire to skinny dip with is you.”

You look away, with your cheeks burning red, “Well then I’ll have to make it up to you.”

“I’ll never say no to that,” He rasps, while his fingertips dip underneath your shirt. His knuckles brushing back and forth on your hip, the simple touch alone sets your body on fire. Your breathing starts to quicken, and you need to touch him. You turn your head away from his chest to reach his neck. Your lips linger under his ear for a moment, before you drag them down to his collar bone.

His breath hitches, “Mm, your lips feel so good.”

He has no idea how good your lips feel, but you want to show him. You scoot yourself down his body, lifting his shirt so you can pay attention to the abs that he works so hard on. His cock is straining in his boxers and your cheeks redden knowing you did that to him. As your tongue traces the indentations on his stomach, your hand floats down to let him know you’re aware of his situation.

“I feel like you haven’t quite seen their potential,” you look up at him through your lashes, “Can I show you?”

His brows nit together, “Please,” he begs, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

You smile devilishly at him before sliding his boxers down his legs. You reposition yourself to sit in front of him, between his legs. You take him in your hand pumping him slowly, as filthy thoughts flood your mind. How badly you want to sink down onto him and feel him deep inside you. Without thinking you bend forward teasing the head of his cock with your tongue. He hisses at you throwing his head back, apparently you weren’t the only one with dirty thoughts running through your mind. You wet your lips before kitten licking him again, this time his eyes are on you. His tongue jabs against the inside of his cheek. The change in his demeanor makes you feel like you might melt.

You instantly take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around before pulling him out with a popping sound. You kitten lick him one more time before looking up at him again.

“Baby, please stop teasing me.” His voice is weak, you can see how turned on he is.

Without answering you wrap your mouth around his cock. Bobbing up and down, you take his cock deeper each time. Feeling him tap against the back of your throat, you start to moan. The vibrations from your throat earn a guttural moan from him.

You pull yourself off of him, letting your hand mimic what your mouth was doing. Your finger comes up to your lips, with a quiet ‘shh’.

He grins at you before he reaches down, tangling his long fingers in your hair. You take him off guard when you lean up to spit on his cock. His brows raise when your mouth follows the string of spit back, taking him in slowly. You start to bob your head again but slower this time. His fingers tighten at the back of your head, and he starts to push down. Slow at first, making sure it was something you were into. You start to moan, and he takes that as an invitation to keep going. He pushes you down onto his cock, making you gag for seconds before pulling you off of him.

“FUCK, Princess. That feels too good.” He sits up quickly pulling your mouth to his, your tongues dance for dominance. You whine into his mouth, needing more from him.

“Want you to fuck my mouth,“ you beg into his mouth, your hand still working mercilessly. 

He grins as he continues to peck your lips and cheeks, he loves seeing you so fucked out. He instantly starts to think about how sexy you’ll be when you’re begging for his cock inside you.

“Such a good girl, you want me to cum down your throat?” His tone is taunting, you nod your head aggressively, “Please.” You beg, and you know this is unlike you but your body is screaming for you to please him.

You lower your head again, with his head pushing gently. You control yourself at first, until he puts his hands on each side of your face, slowly lifting his hips to meet your mouth. He picks up his speed, and you feel tears start to prick in the corners of your eyes. You wont stop him though, you need to feel him finish in your mouth.

His thumb lifts to wipe your tears away, “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby girl,” You look up at him and he rams his cock into your throat, making the tears fall harder. He keeps fucking your throat and you can tell he’s getting close with how his thrust are staggered.

“G-gonna cum- Fuck!” He grunts before pushing your head down all the way. You nose meeting his pelvis bone, and you feel his warmth coating your throat. He throws his head back, loosening his fingers from your hair. You pull off of him, licking him clean. He shivers at the touch of your tongue on his sensitive cock. You sit up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hands. You realize he’s watching with squinted eyes. You move to the side letting him put his boxers back on, once he does he pulls you into his arms.

“That was amazing,” His lips press against your temple. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, feeling slightly embarrassed for showing him this side of you so early.

“Are you shy now? Hmm?” He starts to giggle, tickling your side. You laugh hard trying to push him away from you, he stops finally, pulling your breathless figure closer to him. His hands find your face again, “Don’t be embarrassed, you turn me on more than anyone ever has. That was so unbelievably sexy… you are so unbelievably sexy.”

You press your lips into a fine line, is now the time to tell him that he makes you giddy like a teenage school girl? Should he know that even when he isn’t trying, he makes you melt like a popsicle on a hot summer day? Then when he does try your brain basically start to malfunction from lack of oxygen because he literally leaves you breathless.

“I haven’t done anything like that before,” you say quietly, praying that your lack of experience isn’t a turn off, “I’ve done it, just not like that.” You look away, tracing his tattoos with your pointer finger.

“Well, did you like it?” He asked with concern lacing his voice.

Your cheeks heat up and all you can do is nod. He laughs quietly with relief.

“Such a good girl for me,” He rasps while kissing your head again, “Get some sleep, okay?”  

Your lids are heavy and your breathing starts to match up with him. As comfortable as you were with Jungkook, you were still shocked that you allowed yourself to take things to that level so soon. When you started dating Ben you made him wait months, just because you weren’t quite sure of things. You have only known Jungkook for three days technically. You could lie to yourself and say that he was just a rebound. Tell yourself that the way you felt about him was normal. It wasn’t normal and there was no hiding it. It was a terrifying thought, and something that you really didn’t want to process. As much as you loved being wrapped in his arms, and the feeling of comfort that accompanied it; your gut warned you that things might be too good to be true.

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[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7  Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11  Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (Platonic) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1918

Warnings: Language, A tiny bit of Angst

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

So, Hi again, I know I said that the next chapter would be shorter but I kinda got carried away with the story, hopefully you guys don’t mind XD As mentioned before All requests and imagines are open, any constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy Everyone! (I just noticed I linked the wrong page for Chapter 1, not a very good tech student am I? XD)

A few days later-

The right side of my face felt like it was on fire, a constant ache reminding me of what happens when I fail my task, boss handed my ass to me in more ways then one. The damn beatings from the boys made me too weak to stop the bastard named Greg from running off and calling the police, the dick decided to hand himself in instead of spending time with yours truly, which in all honesty is understandable, any sane person would turn and leg it away from a small lass looking like she went 5 rounds with a bear.

Perhaps walking around in the middle of the day isn’t the best idea when your face looks like the rear end of a smashed-up truck, people were stopping and staring at me, it was really doing miracles for my self-esteem (Notice my sarcasm there). I’d already managed to screw up this “mission” anyway, staying undetected with a face like this is nearly impossible, my decision of winging it this morning coming back to bite me in the ass within the first 5 minutes out the house. Safe to I was royally buggered, both literally and figuratively.

My mind was buzzing with different techniques and plans I needed to get the next target, maybe I could break into his house and dig up some dirt on this guy, from what I’ve been told that should be easy considering the dirt bag’s cheating on his wife with the maid from the apartment be- whatever train of thought I had was completed obliterated, somehow my ass hand ended up on the floor. Again. Irritation flooded my veins, whoever did better be ready to dig themselves an early grave, looking up my eyes made contact with the one person who I wished to never see again. Bucky f**king Barnes. “Why is it every time I see you, you’ve somehow managed to piss me off? Is that how you greet everyone or am I just that Special?”, I was met with silence. Not unnerving at all, glancing at him I noticed he was staring at my face with wide eyes, immediately I pulled myself from the floor and ran like hell in the opposite direction.

 This is not an ideal situation, to anyone else it’d look like I was running for the bus, when I was actually running for my life, “y/n! stop!” like that’s gonna bloody happen ya moron there’s a flipping reason I’m running, cause I ain’t doing it for fun!I already know I’m gonna regret doing this, my feet changed direction and guided my body down a small but familiar ginnel, two lefts and a right later I was approaching a wall, adrenaline was rushing through my body as I launched myself at the wall. Surprisingly I didn’t faceplant and managed to get a hold of the top of the wall, the lower half of my body erupted in sharp pains, but I needed to ignore them, quickly pulling myself up and leaping off to the other side. As soon as my feet touched the floor I was off, I didn’t really wanna know if Bucky saw what I did or where I went, I might not like the guy, but he doesn’t need to get tangled up in with a hopeless case like me.

Once I was certain that I’d lost him, I crouched down behind some bins and attempted, key word attempted, to catch my breath. I’ll admit that was way too close, anyway why does he care? I was and still am being a complete dick to him, does he not get the hit that I’m not his number one fan? Eh, when’ve I cared?  it’s just me against this bullshit world and I’m pretty sure that ain’t gonna change anytime soon. Now fully recovered, I emerged from my hidey hole and… walked right into Bucky. “What the Hell?! Are you some form of f**cking ninja or something, did you not get that don’t wanna talk or do I need to give you a formal letter?!”, he just stared at me with raised eyebrows and let me finish my rant, cocky bugger.

 “You done running now? Wanna try telling me who the hell did this?”, okay who the hell crapped him is cereal? “Nobody, I simply fell of a bike earlier on this week avoiding the village idiot”, giving me, an incredulous look Bucky sighed and covered his face in exasperation. Seeing an opportunity to get away, I slowly started edging away and to be fair, I nearly got past him before he grabbed my arm, “do you really expect me to believe that y/n?”.

The glare I sent him could have made Satan himself piss his pants, but Bucky didn’t even flinch much to my frustration, “Believe it, don’t believe it all in all I couldn’t give a shit, now let go of my arm before I rip it off “I’m pretty sure I just growled at him. And of course, the dick does the opposite and tightens his grip on my arm, wait is he dragging me?! The hell! do I look like dog on a leash? “Fine then don’t tell me, but you’re coming to my house to get cleaned up” his tone was final and left no room for arguments, but it’s me, when have I ever backed down from a challenge? “Nope, nah, not happening I can take care of myself thank you very much, now I’ll ask you one last time. Let. Go. Of. My. Arm.”

My voice held so much spite, I hardly recognised it as my own, “No” and with that he picked me up, ignoring my protests, and started carry me to his home

.-40 minutes later

How the hell Bucky managed to carry me for this long, I have no idea, for a lad of 14 he’s impressively strong and that’s the annoying thing, I’ve been trying to get off him for the past 40 minutes and even my hardest punches and kicks just seemed to tickle him. At one point he even started laughing at my threats, which added to my burning rage, the urge to smack this cocky son of a gun was hard to contain at this point. I’ve no idea what neighbourhood were in, it resembled a perfect suburban hub, the ideal place to settle down and raise a family, I wonder what it’s be like to be apart of a fully functioning family coming home to people who loved you…it must be nice. 

 Unknown to Bucky, a single tear slid down my face, my heart longing for a family to call my own, but that’d never happen, hell according to my parents I wasn’t even supposed to exist, by the time my mother realised she was pregnant it was too late to get an abortion. I was a curse that ruined their lives and their relationship, I’ve got the scars to prove how much of a waste of space I am, “You okay back there? You’ve been quite for more than two minutes” Bucky’s voice cut through my thoughts, for a minute I’d forgotten where I was. Okay that’s enough of feeling sorry for yourself y/n, pull yourself together you’ve managed this long without anyone, “Hello? Are you asleep of somethin?” I swear down this guy is more annoying then my conscious sometimes, “Nope I was thinking of all the different ways I can kick ya ass later buddy boy”, his body vibrated with laughter as Bucky let out a load laugh at my reply. 

Do you see what I’m dealing with here ?!, “Good to know you’re back to the you’re ever cheerful self doll”, what in the name of ever loving fudge?! “Since when did I become your doll Barnes? last time I checked slingin’ a girl over your shoulder and carrying her off isn’t the way to get a girl!” all the bugger does is laugh, laugh I tell you! this boy is gonna be the death of me. “You sure about that doll face? cause it worked for me”.

I could practically see the stupid smirk on his face, also can someone explain to me why I’m blushing? For once I had nothing say, my sarcasm failed me…damn it. A low chuckle brought my attention back to the annoyance with legs, more commonly known as Barnes, “We’re almost home Doll, Mama should be able to clean you up in no time” oh no, no, no I don’t do well with parents, or any adult now that I think about it, they always have this look of pity in their eyes when they see me. It’s like they’ve just found a homeless kitten on the street and feel the need to adopt it and take care of it until they get bored, it’s infuriating and embarrassing, “Oi! Barnes, I ain’t telling you again I can look after myself, your mama doesn’t need to trouble herself with me I’m perfectly capable of cleaning myself up!” he let out another frustrated sigh, he must be going for a record it’s the 20th one, before ignoring me completely and walking up the drive.

“Yeah you keep saying you okay by yourself but look at the state of you y/n! you’ve got a busted-up nose and lip, a black eye and a cut on you’re eyebrow! How the hell is that taking care of yourself?!” for once he did have a point, but hell’s gonna have to freeze over before I admitted that, “Not that you’d know this Barnes, but this is what happens every day, I have to make my own livin’ I ain’t got anyone to rely on and it’s been that way for years, it’s how I like it! now put me the hell down before I kick ya ass to China!”.

The sound of an opening door stopped Bucky’s reply, “JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING LUGGIN’ THIS POOR GIRL AROUND LIKE A SACK OF POTATOS?! PUT HER DOWN NOW!” holy mother of all things holy I do NOT want to be on the receiving end of this lady’s anger! I think my ass is attracted to the floor, one minute I’m being held captive by an annoying pillock and the next I’m on the floor nursing a bruised behind, “Jesus Christ talking about letting a girl down quickly!” hands grabbed my upper arms and pulled me to my feet, Bucky’s apologies faded into the background when a shocked gasp silenced the conversation. Slowly I raised my head, Bucky’s mother had tears falling down her cheeks, her brown eyes were filled with the two emotions I hated the most, pity and sadness.

 Not being able to keep eye contact any longer, my gaze shifted to the porch floor, her shadow slowly started to move towards me, she was being cautious as if she were approaching a wild animal and I hated it. I hate seeing people treat me like a basketcase, I can’t stand it “I’m very sorry for disturbing you ma’am, I’ll leave” I quickly turn around and start to walk away, about 3 steps in a gentle hand grabs my shoulder and stops me. “Sweetie, you don’t have to apologise for anything, come inside I’ll get you cleaned up, Bucky, honey Steve’s inside with your father and sister” and with that Bucky’s mother guides me inside with a comforting hand and a gentle smile. 

Soooo..yeah this happens, I’m not gonna lie I felt really bad writing the sad bit about the reader, I may have teared up a tiny bit, anyway YAY chapter 2 is outta the way!. Hope you all liked it  :)Rose xx

[rpd-rookie]

Hello! So, I saw your post about requests and here I am. I really want to read smth about reader's workout session with Chris Redfield. Well, the reader isn't an agent, she just wants to stay in a good shape and Chris is just so willing to help her. It can lead to smut I really don't mind. :) P.S. Looking forward to the second chapter of your new Chris story. It's great.

There it is. A nice (hot) workout session with Chris Redfield that ends up in the shower ;-) Apparently, I can’t help myself. I have to write bathroom sex when it comes to Chris. Anyway hope you’ll like it and thank you for ready Under Her Large Umbrella.

WARNING: SMUT ( but it’s near the end so you can skip it if you want)

Working Out BSAA-Style - Chris Redfield x Reader  (NSFW)

You were used to find an empty cold bed in the morning. It had been your routine for the past two years or so. The sacrifice to make when you date BSAA Golden Boy Chris Redfield. What you were not used to, however, was being pulled out of your bed by your feet at six thirty in the morning. “Come on, lazy bum. We said 6:15. You’re late.”           You growled and buried your head under your pillow. “You said 6:15, Chris. Not me.” “I thought you wanted to workout with me today.” You could imagine his mocking smile through the tone of his voice. “Yeah, like a regular person. At a decent hour. And I imagined something like yoga or Pilate, not Ninja Warrior or whatever military training you prepared for me.” Chris chuckled and removed the blanket covering your body, making you instantly curl up because of the sudden cold. “Come on, baby. Get your sweet butt in gear and join me outside in ten.” He slapped your rear and you jumped by reflex. “Ten?” You harrumphed as your sleepy face finally emerged from under the pillow. “Yep, otherwise I’d be long gone and you’ll have to catch up on me.”

You watched him leave the bedroom, leaving you here to grumble on your own. What did you have to ask him for a workout session, again? Oh yeah, the sudden whim to stay in shape and have your summer body ready for your July bikini. But that’s precisely what it was; a whim, something far from being entirely serious, something you wanted to do but never ended up doing without an ounce of regret, like adopting a kitten or something like that. But there’s no place for whim when you share your life with Chris Redfield.

You managed to be ready in ten … well in twenty, actually. But it did not matter since Chris was still waiting for you nevertheless, stretching on the guardrail bordering the stadium nearby the BSAA barracks. “You’re late soldier.” His tone was very solemn and serious and probably resembling the one he had when he was speaking to his unit. “I’m no soldier, Captain.” You insisted on his title on purpose. “I know that. If you had been, I would have make you do a hundred push-ups for being late to my training session. So, I’ll guess you’ll just do fifty.” Your mouth opened wide. He wasn’t serious, right? You had never really done push-ups and he wanted you to do fifty of them. “Kidding.” He grinned and caught your chin to kiss your lips softly. “Should have seen your face.”          “Haha, very funny.” You retorted with sarcasm. “So what’s the program, Captain Redfield?”   “Let’s say few minutes of warm-up, ten laps on the track, some stretching exercise, core building and a nice shower together to finish.” Alright, he wanted you to die a slow death but at least the reward was worth it. “Or, we can skip all this and directly go to the shower. I heard that sex also helps your body burn some calories and that it’s a good cardio.” You smiled, knowing perfectly Chris would not accept the offer but you just loved teasing him. “Oh, trust me, sweet heart. We’ll get there. But first, let’s warm up. ” Of course he meant literal warm-up and not sexual warm-up. Too bad. That one you loved a lot, especially when it involved Chris’ face in between your legs. Guess you would have to spread your legs for nothing for now.

Chris clapped his hands, telling you the workout session had officially begun. As a good student, you followed and repeated all his moves, mimicking the ways he was rotating his hips then his arms, stretching his upper body, and flexing his legs before finally finishing with a series of squats. You thought you didn’t do so badly because Chris barely gave you some advice. “Not bad for a beginner.” He admitted,   “Well, you should know better than anyone how good I am when it comes to warm-ups.” You said cheekily. “Oh, so that’s why your behind was so … prominent while doing squats.” You expected that naughty remark. Actually, you must admit you had thrown Chris the line on purpose. You loved him when he was all BSAA Captain serious, but you loved him also when he was responding to your occasional teasing. And right now you could have a mix of both, so why not taking the chance.       “Alright, let’s run together now.”  

You were not really fond of running, especially running on tracks, finding it too boring. You preferred walking or trekking in the woods. You had done that with Chris quite a few times during his rare furloughs.  But you had asked for a workout session with your BSAA Captain and so you followed the lead without complaining.   You both started jogging along slowly, Chris giving you some good tips to run without tiring yourself out too much. “Always run in the innermost lane of the track, it shortens the distance a bit. And focus on your breathing. Inhale and exhale using both your mouth and your nose.” You listened carefully and obeyed, happy to spend this time with him and to see Chris in a new light. He was a very good teacher and an awesome leader, giving advice without sounding bossy. No wonder he was so well esteemed and appreciated by his team.

When you started to quicken your pace, you felt your breathing and your heart accelerating a lot and soon you realised you were slowing Chris down. How could he not be tired? Even a tiny bit? “You know you can leave me behind. I’ll manage.” You did not want to ruin his training after all. “No. No way. No one stays behind, soldier. Come on.” He grabbed your arm to drag you and help you keep running. “I have a stich.” “Then imagine a horde of hungry BOWs chasing you. That always helps.” Rely on your survival instinct? Well, that’s some advice. But you had to admit that, in a certain way, your survival was at stake right now since you could feel your heart pounding in your chest like crazy. Could hearts explode? You hoped not.     

You didn’t know how you managed to finish those ten laps but you did, though your lungs would forever remember them.  Exhausted, panting, face completely reddened, you let yourself fall on the grass. “Kill me now.” Chris crouched down and kissed your lips softly. “I said kill me, not kiss me. But I’ll take it.” He chuckled, stood up again and extended his hand to help you get up. “Come on, stretch up a bit. You’ll feel better.” You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up with an incredible ease despite you being a total dead weight right now.        

“Come on do as I do, otherwise you’ll be aching.” Again, you mimicked his moves, stretching your upper and lower body. And it felt actually really good and soothing. “Okay, now on the ground. Core exercises.”           “You can’t be serious.” You weren’t sure you would be able to keep up.     “Then we will be good to go. I promise.” He winked and knelt on the ground. Then he rested his forearms on the grass and extended his legs so that his body formed a straight line. You knew that exercise. You used to do it in high school. But it’s been a while since high school. Nevertheless, you put your body in the same position and glimpsed at Chris. “How long?” “Until I tell you it’s over. Now stop hiking up your butt like that.” You felt Chris gently kick your behind to make you drop your hips a bit. “You usually never complain.” You mumbled, trying to keep the joke to yourself.             “What did you say?” He asked, though you were certain he had heard you. “Nothing” 

You ended your intensive training with some butterfly sit-ups, something called ‘dead bug’ (a fitting name for you right now) and a series of old-fashioned push-ups. ‘Alright, enough for today!” Chris declared as he quickly stood up.     “Did I pass the BSAA admission exam?” You asked, getting back on your feet, all sweaty but happy that the workout was finally over. “You did, rookie.” He nodded and you smiled proudly. “Well, that was easy.”           “ However, there’s one last thing you must do to be fully admitted. Something to ace the test, let’s say.” Chris smirked and you bit your lips, understanding exactly what he meant. So, Chris wanted to play today. Fair enough. Let’s play, Captain. “And what is that, Captain Redfield?”         “Join me in the shower in my personal quarters and I’ll show you.” He dragged you against his strong body, his hands pressed against your lower back. “Is that very professional, Captain?” “It’s part of the training program, rookie. I believe you can’t say no, especially after wiggling that gorgeous butt for an entire hour right in front of your Captain.” He groped your ass and lay a warm kiss in your neck. “Now come with me.”         “Roger that” you purred and he chuckled, amused yet already terribly aroused judging by the way his chocolate brown had suddenly darkened.

You and Chris almost ran back to your place. And needless to say that, as soon as the door slammed shut behind you, you ended up in his muscular arms again so that he could carry you quickly to the bathroom, making you lose your sports shoes on the way. “My clothes!” You laughed when Chris entered the shower with you, still dressed. But he couldn’t care less and immediately turned up the tap.

The cold water instantly squirted on you both, making you yelp. But you didn’t mind. The cold water was just like Chris’ sudden carelessness, refreshing and welcoming.   “What’s happening to you?” You wondered, beaming at him. “Don’t you think I’ve noticed all your little allusions back there?” He caught your lips, his hands roaming all over your body and undressing you hastily. “Those little allusions? That turned you on?”     “Oh sweetie, anything you do is turning me on when you wear those skin-tight yoga pants. But right now, I want them off.” And he pulled them down with one swift move, along with your panties, the second he finished that sentence, kneeling down in the shower as he did to hoist one of your leg on his broad shoulder.       Then he kissed your thighs on and on until he reached your pussy where he placed another kiss to keep you waiting, while his fingers were too busy spreading your warm lips and playing with your clit. You shivered, impatient and looking at Chris with pleading eyes through the water running over both your bodies. Fortunately for you, he was not in the mood for much teasing today and he soon lapped your slit up to your clit where he decided to linger a bit to suck it greedily. A loud moan escaped your mouth, which encouraged Chris to be even more ardent than he already was. He swirled his tongue on your bud, pulling it occasionally in between his lips and let a finger enter your core to fuck you. You buried your hand in his wet hair to prevent yourself from slipping in the shower because of the exquisite wave of pleasure drowning your body right now. “Chris. Chris, please get up.” You asked, not willing to reach your orgasm just yet.

Chris complied after one last loud kiss on your clit. As he stood right in front of you again, largely towering you because of how tall and massive he was in comparison to you, you realised he was still wearing his tank top and his shorts. So you removed them slowly, leaving a trail of kisses on his strong abs and chest as you did, enjoying the sensation of his rock hard muscles against your lips.           When his shorts and his boxers hit the shower floor, you took his erected length in your hand and knelt in your turn. You started pumping his cock, staring at Chris right in the eye, before finally kissing his tip and sucking it like a lollipop. He hissed and tensed at the sensation. “Don’t tease me too much, baby. I’m that close to explode already.” You didn’t answer but you guessed taking his length in your mouth would be the perfect way to show him you’d do as he said. So, you engulfed his cock deep in your mouth and started bobbing your head. A growl escaped his throat and you felt him instantly relax as his head tilted back against the shower wall. Hands massaging his balls, you alternated between sucking and licking until Chris grabbed your ponytail and pushed himself deep in you, making you gag around him. “That’s it, take my cock, baby.” You kept going, leaving a lot of saliva around his thick length and then you felt Chris hoisting you up by your arms to press his lips passionately against yours.

“How do you want it?” He whispered, still close to your mouth. “From behind.” You wanted it rough. Maybe not a wise idea after the workout you had just had but if you are going to be aching for days, might as well be for a good reason. “I thought so.” Chris turned you around and spanked you as he pushed you against the wall. You placed your hands on the tiles and bent over so that he would grab you by the hips. “You know how to please your Captain, don’t you?” He roared as he spread your legs and went to tap his cock against your entrance.

Then he sank into you with ease, making you moan his name because of how surprisingly deep he already was. Hands on your waist he started pounding you hard and fast. Your head almost hit the wall under the strength of his thrust and the weight of his muscular body. Him inside of you was just the most divine sensation in the world. He filled you so perfectly. “Oh my god, Chris”         He smirked, circled your waist with one arm to keep in place and put his hand on your head to press your face against the tiles, establishing his dominance on you and using this position to go balls deep inside of you. “You like that, baby?”  You cried out. “I didn’t hear you”     “Yeeess.” You whimpered, your eyes closed. He slapped you again and you screamed, clenching your walls around him.       He was relentless, so strong, so fast, so deep you could hear his balls slap against your clit and his hips smacking your behind. Those sounds plus the sound of the running water on both your bodies. Goodness, this was arousing. “Chris, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out as you felt your orgasm building up in you again. “Good. Cum with me.” He pushed you flat against the wall, hand still holding your hair, and hardened his pace, aroused by your beautiful body completely at his mercy.

It only took a few seconds for him to cum deep inside of you with a loud growl, spilling his load in your clenching pussy as you were reaching your peak as well, screaming his name like never before. A few last rough deep thrust and Chris pulled out you, leaving incredibly satisfied yet shivering and even more exhausted than before.           He smiled, proud of himself, as he gazed his white seed oozing out of your pussy. “Yep, you passed the test, baby.” He joked and he lay a soft kiss on your shoulder while you chuckled. “Perfect.”             “Next test next week.”

To spend another amazing moment like this one with your BSAA Golden Boy, you could only agree.

[almost-jack]

It’s official. I’m a filthy, Jack-simping fuck monster. Chapter 15 is out and it is a smut bucket.

I just posted the smuttiest chapter that I’ve ever written for public consumption. It doesn’t even really require context (other than basic Borderlands 2 knowledge) to read because it is pure FILTH. I’m pretty proud.

Please enjoy and either leave me a comment here or on AO3 (guest comments and kudos welcome) or wash your eyeballs, depending on how you feel about it.

This chapter on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27921886/chapters/69799560

Or read below:

Chapter 15 : More Than He Bargained For          

Summary: Axton willingly puts himself in Jack’s way and gets fucked. Hard. Oof.

Notes:

Forgive me lord, for I have sinned, but so help me god, I'll fucking do it again. And again. And again...

Thinkin' about changing the fic's title to "The Lion's Den". What do you guys think?

*Warning: Uhhhh....Axton might take a bit of a beating with some mild non-con mixed in there. He likes some it, though. *shrug*

The tower was just a short walk from the bar and the pair was entering the massive living room of the VIP suite within minutes. Rei retrieved a bottle of Jack’s fancy champagne and poured three glasses, setting one down on an end table to wait for Jack, then she sat down on an ornate couch with gold upholstery and patted the seat next to her. Axton joined her, staring around at the lavish, ostentatious suite.

“Wow, this place is uh…”

“Excessive? Yeah, I know. Jack’s aesthetic is something along the lines of, “You can’t afford this,” and, “Is there enough black leather in here?”” she said, laughing.

“Well, you can never have enough black leather, darlin’,” said Axton, reaching out and stroking her cheek.

He leaned in and caught her lips with his own, kissing her firmly, yet gently. Without breaking the kiss, he threw a knee up onto the couch and began crawling forward, crowding her back against the armrest until he was straddling her. Rei ran her hands up his chest, feeling something cold and metallic hanging from his neck. She pulled away to look at the rectangular tags in her hand. Dog tags, and for some reason, a wedding ring. Rei knew better than to ask why.

“A soldier, eh? Your battalion isn’t going to be happy about you fraternizing with Handsome Jack and friends, you know.”

“Don’t have a battalion anymore, I was discharged a while back. I’m a mercenary now, honey. A vault hunter, in fact.”

“You’re a…what?” she said, taken aback.

“He’s a vault hunter. Well, he was a vault hunter. For me,” growled a voice from across the room.

Jack was leaning in the doorway of the suite, arms crossed, brows furrowed in a thunderous scowl. He strode over behind the couch, gripping the edge of the headrest with white knuckles, looming over the pair. Then he sighed, screwing his eyes shut and rubbing his temple.

“Kitten…why? Why do you do this shit to me? It’s like you’re trying to get us both killed.”

“Jack…I don’t understand…”

“I hired this joker as a vault hunter and then tried to kill him. Did you forget that part, Axie? The part where I wanted you dead?”

“Nope, I remember. Crazy bus explosion. Lotta fun,” said Axton, sitting up. Rei slid out from under him and began backing away from the couch, feeling the weight of the grave error she had made.

“So why the hell are you here? Do you need to get fucked by Handsome Jack so badly that you’re willing to risk your life for it? I can’t blame you, but…pretty stupid move, kiddo,” snarled Jack.

“What if that’s exactly why I’m here? Is that so hard to believe?” asked Axton, pouting up at him playfully.

Jack grabbed the burly man by the hair and bent his head back at a painful angle. Axton grimaced but remained still. Jack leaned down so his face was mere inches away, staring at the man in his grasp with fire in his eyes. Rei had seen that expression before, and, although she knew this was about to take an unfortunate turn for Axton, she couldn’t help but feel excited for what was to come. When Jack was at his worst, he always fucked her the best.

Rei sauntered over to the armrest next to Jack and sat, looking quizzically down at Axton.

“I don’t think we believe him, do we, J?” she drawled lazily.

“No, I don’t believe we do. So why don’t you tell us why you’re really here, cupcake?” hissed Jack through clenched teeth.

“Fine, fine, I might have been paid to keep an eye on you two. Uh, do you mind?” he grunted, trying to jerk his head out of Jack’s grip. Jack released him, drawing his pistol and pointing it at Axton’s head instead.

“Well that’s not much better…” mumbled the soldier.

“Who are you working for? I want answers, now,” snarled Jack.

“No can do, big guy. I gave you as much of an answer as you’re gonna get. The rest is classified.”

“Maybe you should fuck it out of him, J.” said Rei, examining her shimmery, black nails disinterestedly.

“Kitten, you always have the best ideas!” crowed Jack, his scowl morphing into a wolfish grin. He tossed her his gun. “Watch him for a minute.” He turned and left the room.

“That was pretty dirty trick, soldier boy,” she said in a low, ominous voice, cocking the gun and aiming between Axton’s eyes.

“I wasn’t trying to trick anyone, just saw an opportunity for some fun on the job and I took it,” he said, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it over the back of the couch.

“Jack is almost certainly going to kill you once he’s done. Why would you risk that?”

“Ah, darlin’, you underestimate me. I wasn’t a commando for all those years because I’m bad surviving dangerous situations. Jack doesn’t scare me. Also… I wanted to spend a little time with Jack’s girl. See what makes you tick. See if you’re a threat. See…what you have on under that dress,” he said with an impish grin, eyes twinkling up at her.

“Well, you might just get some of what you wanted…and a whole lot you didn’t,” she said, smiling sweetly back.

“Ok kiddos, time for some fun!” announced Jack gleefully, returning to the couch and slipping his gun back into its holster. He held a jumble of straps and chains. Jack separated the tangled items in his hands and flipped a black leather gag over to Rei. “You get his mouth, I’ll get his wrists,” he said, giving Axton a hard shove to the back, forcing him face down on the couch.

Jack yanked Axton’s arms behind him, clinking a pair of thick metal handcuffs around his wrists so quickly that the soldier barely had time to react. Rei snickered at them as she undid the buckle on the gag.

“Yeah, I don’t know about the gag, darli-nghhh!” protested Axton as she stuffed the leather strap in his mouth and fastened it around his head.

“You wanted to see what I have on under my dress, right? Be a good boy and I’ll show you.”

“Oh he said that, did he? Cheeky little bastard,” chuckled Jack, unbuckling his belt. “Kitten, why don’t you come over here and get this party started, hmm? You’re in for a real treat, Axie. Getting to watch my kitten blow me is a real privilege.”

Jack pulled Axton upright by the back of his shirt and plopped down next to him, throwing an arm over his shoulders. He hooked a finger under the chain of the soldier’s dog tags and toyed with it gently, giving him a devilish grin. Rei knelt between Jack’s legs a shoved his pants down, mouthing at the exposed skin of his upper thighs.

“Hmm, I think I have another good idea,” she said softly, pulling a small baggie of purple powder out of her bra.

“Oh you just keep that Eridium concentrate stashed on you at all times, eh, kitten?”

“This stuff is close to my heart. Literally,” she giggled.

She poured a trail of powder down Jack’s thigh and snorted it in one fluid motion. She then tapped a line onto the back of her hand, holding it out to Jack, who sniffed it up appreciatively. He threw back his head and sighed happily, then turned to Axton, positively beaming, and clapped him on the back.

“Holy hell, kiddo. Looks like I’m gonna be fucking you all night long,” he purred in Axton’s ear, pulling himself out of his pants and giving his near instant erection a few assisting strokes.

Rei licked the tip of his cock and Jack’s hand dropped to his side, letting her take over. She sank down on his member, almost to the hilt, making him groan loudly at the hot silkiness of her mouth and her tongue ring gliding over his shaft. She lazily dragged her tongue back up to his cockhead and sucked gently, stroking his slit with the tip of her tongue. Then she picked up her pace and began bobbing her head while pumping his length with a firm grip, getting faster and sloppier with every passing minute. Jack let out another low moan and dug his fingers into Axton’s shoulder with the hand that was still dangling carelessly over it.

“Oh, fuck, kitten. Take it easy, our friend is still waiting for a turn on my dick.”

“I think it’s only fair that I get first dibs, I found him after all. And since I won, shouldn’t I be calling the shots?” she said, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth.

Jack raised his eyebrows at her. “Oh yeah, doll? Hey, if that’s what you want…” He shrugged. “That ok with you, buddy?” he said, hooking his arm around Axton’s neck and pulling his head into his chest.

“Mmmph,” came his unintelligible reply. The look on his face was something akin to curiosity with a hint of apprehension, probably at the prospect of being subjected to whatever insane things these two cartoonish villains could think up.

Jack laughed derisively. “Like it even matters what you want at this point, kiddo.”

“Bedroom. Let’s go,” said Rei, snapping her fingers at the two of them.

“You heard that hot little piece of ass, up you get,” said Jack, dragging Axton to his feet and pushing him down the hall.

They followed Rei into the bedroom, Jack hauling Axton onto the bed with him while she waited at the foot, arms crossed. Jack threw an arm over Axton’s shoulders once again, watching her intently. Once she had their full attention, Rei slowly, almost teasingly, unzipped her dress. She let it slide off her body and pool at her feet, revealing black, lacey lingerie with yellow stitching. She bent to remove her silver pumps, but Jack cleared his throat insistently. She stopped and put her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side.

“What?” she said sharply.

“Do me a favor kitten…uhh, boss-kitten…. Leave ‘em on? Please? For daddy?” he pleaded, sticking out his lower lip.

Rei rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a crooked smile. “Fine,” she said climbing up onto the bed and crawling towards them, catlike. She knelt between Axton’s legs and reached behind his head to unfasten the gag.

“The hell are you doing that for? I don’t wanna hear this guy complain all night,” whined Jack.

“He’ll be too busy putting that mouth to work to complain, don’t you worry. Isn’t that right, soldier boy?” she purred, grabbing Axton’s chin and stroking his lower lip with her thumb.

“Mmhmm, whatever you want, darlin’, as long as I get to touch you,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her body hungrily.

Rei smacked his cheek lightly, but firmly. “You don’t get to make demands. The cuffs stay on. Trade places with me.”

Axton awkwardly shifted onto his knees and shuffled out of Rei’s way as she took his spot next to Jack.

“Sit right there, lover boy,” she snapped her fingers at him and pointed between her legs.

He quickly obeyed, keeping his head low to avoid letting the pair see his pleased grin. Rei hooked a leg over his shoulder, pressing into his back with the sharp stiletto of her shoe.

“Down.”

He bent slowly and began kissing a trail up her thigh, nipping at her thong when he reached her pubic bone. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly. She gave him a nod and he pulled the garment down with his teeth, tenuously inching it down her legs.

“Lemme help you with that, kiddo,” said Jack lazily, shrugging out of his jacket. He fished around in his pants pocket and produced a switchblade, flipped it open, and hooked it under the waistband of Rei’s panties. Before she could protest, Jack had severed both sides with a flick of his wrist.

“Jack! I liked those!” she hissed in irritation.

“So I’ll buy you another pair,” he murmured, pocketing the knife and kissing his way up her neck before enveloping her mouth. Their lips moved against each other languidly, tongues intertwining, hands tangled in each other’s hair.

Suddenly Rei broke away, moaning wantonly with her eyes screwed shut as she felt Axton’s mouth descend upon the heat between her legs. He lapped at her folds eagerly, dragging his tongue up to swirl around her clit, then back down to dip into her now dripping entrance, kissing and sucking every part of her along the way. After short while, Rei felt the weight of the bed abruptly shift, then heard the creak of a drawer opening. The weight shifted back and Axton cried out, jerking his head up. Rei whined at the loss of contact and sat up on her elbows to see what was the matter.

“Hey, man, are you serious?! You can’t put that on me!” complained Axton, trying to shake off Jack’s grip around his neck.

In the hand that wasn’t clenched around the back of Axton’s neck, Jack held a black leather collar (a plainer version of the one he had given Rei) connected to a chain-link leash. Rei laughed. Jack definitely had an aesthetic, and that was black leather absolutely everywhere. She sat up and folded her legs under her, reaching down to grab Axton’s face and still him.

“Cooperate, or the gag goes back on,” said Rei silkily.

She clenched his jaw in her palm while simultaneously stroking his cheek with her thumb, as though making both a threat and a titillating promise. He huffed in annoyance but slumped down, dropping his head into her lap and allowing Jack to collar him.

“Good boy,” she praised, stroking his hair.

“Thanks, kitten. So can I have a go at him now, or what? Don’t leave me hanging, here,” said Jack impatiently, gesturing towards his ever present, Eridium enhanced erection, still bobbing out of his open fly.

“Aww, you feeling neglected, J? Sure, have at him,” she cooed, crawling over to where Jack knelt behind Axton and sitting up on her knees to nuzzle and nip at his neck.

Jack wound the leash around his hand, curling it into a fist, and when it was short enough, gave it an experimental yank. Axton jerked backward and sputtered, almost losing his balance and toppling back into Jack’s lap. Jack smirked maliciously, the fire still glinting in his eyes.

“Ok, pumpkin. Let’s see what you’re made of,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“I, uh… I mean, it’s not my first time at the rodeo, but uh... Don’t go too hard on me, ok?” said Axton, nervously eyeing Jack’s impressively sized cock.

“We’ll see.”

“That means there’s no fuckin’ chance” Rei whispered in Axton’s ear, undoing his belt and pulling down his fly.

She giggled and smacked his ass, urging him up onto his knees while she pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down to his elbows. Jack was busily pulling off Axton’s shoes and kicking off his own, then yanking off his vest and shirt without undoing all the buttons. He reached over to the already open drawer beside the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube, slicking up his throbbing erection, and hungrily descending on Axton, forcing his chest down into the bed with a thud. He pressed a hand to his back and held him there while he adjusted Axton’s hips and slid his pants the rest of the way off. Jack began to teasingly press his achingly hard cock between Axton’s cheeks.

“Aw, hey, come on Jack, at least give him a few fingers first,” said Rei sympathetically, although a wicked grin remained fixed across her face.

“Kitten, I don’t think I can wait much longer. I can’t tell if I want to kill something or fuck something, but if one of those two things doesn’t happen soon, I’m definitely going with kill,” Jack said in a strained tone.

“Oh, fuck, come on man…” mumbled Axton into the sheets. He raised his head to glance over his shoulder at Jack, a pleading look in his eyes. “If I survive this night, don’t you want me to at least tell people you’re a good lay? You know they’re gonna ask what Handsome Jack is like in bed …”

Jack shot him one of his signature “if looks could kill” faces and made an exasperated growl deep in his throat in response.

It was clearly taking every ounce of willpower he had to restrain himself from plunging balls deep into the command splayed out before him, but he begrudgingly lubed up a few fingers and got to work. Axton groaned as Jack pumped one large finger into his tight hole, and after a few pumps, another, far too soon for comfort. Jack worked him open quickly, drawing mostly grunts of pain from Axton as he carelessly fucked his fingers into the cuffed man.

“Think you can fucking take me now, cupcake? Or am I still too big for you?” hissed Jack, still pumping his fingers in and out.

“Shut up and do it already, douchebag,” retorted Axton. Jack abruptly yanked his fingers out, making him shudder in pain.

“You reaaally need to remember your manners, or I’m not going to be able to help you, Ax,” Rei said, her voice soft and sickly sweet. She was hovering next to Jack, her arm draped over one of his broad shoulders, her head resting on top of it.

“Oh, sweetheart, nothing can help him now,” growled Jack, lining his cock up with Axton’s quivering hole.

“Maybe he just needs a good dicking. Go on, J, fuck the shit out of him,” urged Rei, her tone absolutely poisonous.

Jack sank into Axton far too quickly, making the commando yelp and writhe underneath him as Jack pressed the weight of his powerful chest into his back. He fell still as Jack gave him a moment to adjust, his breath coming in heavy pants.

“Thaaaaat’s it, deep breaths. Relax, pumpkin, this is nothing. Things haven’t even begun to get bad for you, yet,” crooned Jack as he started to move his hips.

Jack groaned in relief as he slowly thrust his throbbing cock into Axton, the friction easing his frustration. Axton, on the other hand, was struggling not to whimper as the older man began pounding into him, his rhythm going from gentle and controlled to full on jack-hammering in less than a minute.

“So tell me, Axie, did you really think I’d fuck you nicely? That I’d suddenly change my mind about wanting most of you annoying fuckin’ vault hunters dead? You willingly entered the lions’ den, expecting not to get torn to pieces. What the fuck is wrong with you, kiddo?” Jack laughed and punctuated his sentence with a particularly hard thrust, eliciting a satisfying yelp from the man beneath him.

“Guess I’m just a glutton for punishment,” grunted Axton, a hint of amusement in his voice. It seemed as though he was beginning to enjoy himself, and Jack, while pleased that the commando was getting off on being manhandled and tormented by him, wasn’t about to let him enjoy it without consequence.

“Hey, kitten, why don’t you show our friend that little stunt you pulled on Pandora? The one that nearly broke my face?” said Jack, roughly yanking the leash towards himself, forcing Axton to sit up and lean back into his chest. Jack hooked a few fingers under the collar and slowed his thrusts to keep him anchored in place.

Rei, who had been running her nails down Jack’s back and murmuring words of encouragement in his ear, giggled. She reached into Jack’s thigh holster, still bunched around his thighs with his pants, slid out his gun, and turned it on Axton.

“Woah, woah, hold up, at least make it a fair fight if you’re going to try and kill me,” he rasped against the pressure of Jack’s pull on the collar.

“Don’t worry, hun, safety’s on. Doesn’t make it much safer for you, though,” she said with an amused grin, drawing back her arm. She swung the gun down on him, even harder than she had on Jack, decking him across the face, and causing the commando to cry out in pain and surprise. Both Rei and Jack cackled as Axton spat blood onto the bed.

“That all you got, babe?” he said dazedly, giving her a bloodstained grin.

Jack gave the collar a sharp tug.

“We can go harder if you want, kiddo. Just keep running that mouth of yours, see what happens,” he growled. He shoved Axton back down on the mattress and returned to his punishing pace, pumping in and out of him. Axton let out a low moan, his cuffed hands balling into fists behind his back.

Rei watched Jack begin to pant, the muscles in his back tensing. She moved to his side and leaned over Axton to pull Jack into a heated kiss, burying her hands in his hair and digging her nails roughly into his scalp, drawing a soft moan out of the man. All he needed was a little more pain to push him over the edge. She let her lips glide from his mouth, to his jaw, and then down his chest. Rei dragged her tongue over the firm muscles, stopping to lave over his nipple. Suddenly she bit down hard on the tender bud, sending shudders through his body.

“Ah, fuck, kitten, you’re gonna make me cum…” he groaned desperately. “You hear that, Axie? I’m gonna fill your tight little hole and make a huge mess for ya. Let’s see how well you march after being fucked senseless and filled with cum, soldier boy,” he hissed in Axton’s ear.

“Hey, hey, not in-“

Axton tried to protest, but it was too late. Jack was already hunched over his back, one hand buried in Rei’s hair as she continued sinking her teeth into his pectoral, the other between Axton’s shoulders, crushing him into the mattress with all his weight. Jack threw back his head, eyes screwed shut, and gave a final, brutal thrust, sinking his cock all the way to the hilt and letting go. He groaned loudly as he spilled into the man beneath him, his cock twitching and spurting for what felt like ages, pain and pleasure rippling through his body. Finally, he sank forward to lean on his hands, torso still hunched over Axton’s back, head hung low in exhaustion.

“God…damn…that was good. Really fucking good,” he panted, slowly pulling himself out of the commando. A thick stream of cum trickled out of Axton’s abused hole and dribbled down his thighs.

“Fuck you. What the hell,” grumbled Axton, displeased at the wet, tacky feeling of Jack’s cum dripping between his legs.

“HAH! Nope, pretty sure you’re the one who just got fucked here, princess,” said Jack, descending into peels of laughter. “I’ll tell you what, since you got me off so good, I’m gonna let you fuck kitten and get her off that good, too. If she wants. You want that, kitten?”

“About damn time,” she purred, stroking the hair on his chest.

“Well if I’m going to be doing any actual fucking, these cuffs gotta go…”

“Hmm…I do kind of want to see what you’re capable of… Should we trust him, J?”

“Hell, why not. Kid’s earned it. But just to be safe…” Jack pulled his pants back up to his hips, tucking himself away, but leaving the fly open. He removed his gun from its holster and clicked off the safety. “No funny business, ok, kiddo? One wrong move and I’ll blow brains out. And- trust me- it won’t even ruin the mood.”

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, then went about unlocking the cuffs. Rei slid up the bed to rest her back against the headboard, waiting in eager anticipation.

“Can I go get cleaned up, at least?” asked Axton, sitting up and rubbing his wrists.

“Here,” said Rei, leaning forward and pulling his shirt, still bunched around his elbows, the rest of the way off. She tossed it at him with a derisive laugh.

Axton grumbled but took the shirt and wiped down his legs and ass. He then turned to Rei and slid close enough to nudge her legs apart with his knee, a hand planted on either side of her hips. A devious smile began to play across his lips. He glanced over his shoulder at Jack, checking to see where the gun and leash were in proximity to himself. Jack had given him some slack on the leash to move around, but still had the gun pointed threateningly at his head. The older man moved to kneel beside Axton, also dropping down to lean on his hands, and pressing the gun into his back.

“That good dicking I just gave ya made you a little hard, huh, Axie? You fuckin’ love the abuse, don’t you?” he said, dipping his head to mutter huskily in his ear. Jack licked a hot stripe up Axton’s neck, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Rei reached for Axton’s semi stiff cock and began giving it slow, languid strokes, pleased when he let out a low moan as he hardened beneath her fingers. He leaned in and kissed her, more aggressively and sloppier than he had earlier, and pulled her down underneath him so their hips were flush. He began to grind his now erect length against her pubic bone, enjoying the way her breasts pressed against his chest. He ran a hand down her leg, then suddenly threw it over his shoulder, ignoring the sting as her stiletto dug into his skin. The commando reached between them and began to rub her clit in small circles, making her arch her back as she squirmed underneath him in pleasure.

“Fuck me, soldier boy,” moaned Rei, rolling her hips up to meet his.

“Go on kid, give it to her,” growled Jack, watching the pair lustfully.

Axton positioned himself at Rei’s entrance and sank into her slowly while sucking kisses onto her ankle. He drew himself out almost entirely, just his cockhead teasing her lips, then slowly slid back into her warm, wet heat and repeated the motion.

“Come on soldier, I know you want it rougher than that. We just beat the crap out of you, aren’t you gonna give it right back to us? “ Jack hissed in his ear, as if he was the devil on Axton’s shoulder.

Axton ignored him, opting instead to lean down and suck Rei’s nipple. She moaned and dragged her fingers through his short cropped hair.

“Let’s go kid, if you don’t fuck her proper then I will,” snarled Jack, hooking a finger under his collar and giving it a sharp, warning tug. He was already hard again, waiting, wanting, and aching.

Axton wheezed and glared over at him, but slightly picked up his pace. Rei responded with a pleased little mewl, bringing her hips up to meet his in synchronized rhythm. Axton groaned hotly into her ear, surprised at how close to finishing he already was. He loved danger, and apparently his cock loved it, too.

Suddenly Jack was wrenching him back, sending him toppling to the side.

“Sorry, kid. You had your chance and I’m fuckin’ tired of waiting,” Jack said, shoving his pants off the rest of the way.

Jack pounced upon Rei with a feverish hunger, pulling her legs around his waist and roughly thrusting into her, making her gasp.

“Hang on tight, kitten,” he murmured in her ear, before dropping to his elbows and begging to slam his cock into her at a brutal pace. She gripped his back, her nails digging in deep enough to cause tiny pinpricks of blood to form on the surface of his skin.

Rei was moaning desperately at full volume, unable to control the sounds that Jack was wrenching out of her as he pounded away. Jack himself wasn’t much better, groaning huskily in her ear between heavy breaths, lost in a haze of chemically enhanced arousal.

Rei alternated between moans and whines and whispering filthy things in his ear, egging him on. She dragged her teeth down his neck, biting down hard when she reached the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Jack shuddered in pain and pleasure, feeling a familiar heat pooling in his groin.

“Jack, oh fuck, I’m so close,” she whispered breathily in his ear, eliciting a low, sinful groan from the man.

“Scream my name, baby. You know how I like it. Scream my name while you cum for me, kitten,” he growled.

And in moments, Rei was writhing underneath him, her hips bucking up into his, howling his name in a breathy, high pitched whine. Jack sucked in his breath as her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock, dragging him to the edge. He gave a few more uneven, hitching thrusts and came, slamming his cock into her and spilling inside her with a roar. He continued to press himself as deeply as he could, giving little thrusts, while he rode out the throbbing, twitching spurts of his orgasm, nuzzling her neck and groaning in ecstasy.

After several minutes, Jack raised himself up on his hands, shoulders hunched and panting hard.

“Well,” he said, sounding winded, “that’s how ya do it, kiddo.”

He looked over at Axton, who was leaning against the headboard next to them, one arm behind his head and the other being used to leisurely stroke his very hard cock.

“So, uh… You gonna get out of the way or what?” asked Axton gruffly, his eyes dark with lust.

Jack raised his eyebrows skeptically at him, then sat up and gently maneuvered Rei’s legs to the side. He turned to face Axton.

“Come ‘ere, kid,” Jack ordered, curling a finger at the other man.

Axton shuffled forward obediently, thoughts only focused on getting the relief he so desperately needed.

“Yeah, I’m done sharing,” Jack breathed huskily, “but I’ll tell ya what…” He licked his palm and reached down between them to grab Axton’s cock. The commando grunted and bucked his hips at the contact.

“Ooh, are you gonna help him out, J?” giggled Rei, coming up behind Axton and draping herself over his shoulders.

“I sure am, kitten. I’m just a real nice guy, what can I say?” said Jack cheerfully, beginning to stroke Axton’s leaking cock. He reached up and curled the other hand around Axton’s jaw, holding it firmly.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Axton kept his eyes shut, not wanting to ruin the sensations coursing through his groin by being eye to eye with the man who once tried to kill him.

“I said look at me,” Jack hissed dangerously.

Axton grudgingly opened his eyes and was met with the manic, fiery glare of one blue eye, one green. Jack’s stare chilled him to the core.

“Don’t forget who’s jerking you off right now, kid. When you’re beating it to this later in whatever shitty, filthy part of the galaxy you came from, just remember that it was Handsome Jack making you cum all over your stupid, pathetic self. Remember that I can kill you just as easily as I can get you off because you’re weak, Axton. You could try to stop me, if you wanted to. But you don’t want to. You’re like putty in my hands. Now cum for me, soldier boy,” said Jack in an unnervingly calm and measured tone, as if he wasn’t jerking off a man he’d just tortured for hours.

Axton screwed his eyes shut again, trying to ignore Jack’s order, willing himself not to give in… But it was all too much. The fast, rough friction of Jack’s hand, Rei’s tongue gliding up his neck and over his jaw, her nails scraping across his chest, and Jack’s words, combined with his dominating presence, his face mere inches from Axton’s own, were all too much. Before he could stop himself, Axton was shooting rope after rope of warm, sticky finish all over his own stomach. He jerked and moaned in Jack’s hand, finally slumping forward, his head hanging low, breath coming in pants. Jack wiped his hand on Axton’s shoulder, grinning maliciously, then went to retrieve his pants and slip them on.

“So now that we’re all squared away here, let’s get down to business. What do we do with you, hmm, Axie? Does he live, or does he die? That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” mused Jack, pulling his gun from its holster and spinning it around his finger.

“Maybe he’s ready to tell us who sent him. That might improve his odds, don’t you think?” said Rei sweetly.

��How about it, kid? You ready to talk, or would you rather take your chances?”

“I’m a gambling man. Love that adrenaline rush. So, in other words… you’re not getting shit out of me, old man,” laughed Axton, tauntingly.

Jack stopped spinning his gun, face suddenly contorted with rage.

“Oooh. Ok. Uh-oh. You just-” Rei began.

Jack drew back his fist and slugged Axton squarely in the gut with all his might, knocking the wind of him. The commando bent double, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

“-made things worse for yourself.” she said with a sigh.

“Good…arm..." wheezed Axton.

"Yeah. The age thing is kind of a sore spot for Jack."

"Not as sore as he's about to be," muttered Jack under his breath, quietly fuming.

“Ok, ok. Missteps aside, what are we going to do with him?”

“Well, first of all…”

Jack snatched the abandoned handcuffs from the foot of the bed, and, taking advantage of the soldier’s momentary vulnerability after getting punched by what felt like a wrecking ball, wrenched Axton’s arms behind him and slapped the cuffs back on without much of a struggle.

“And now obviously I’m going to beat the ever-loving shit out of him until he gives me useful information, or he dies. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the blah-blah-blah, too late, tough shit, you already chose, pal,” sneered Jack.

A sudden chiming came from Axton’s discarded pants on the floor. Jack cocked an eyebrow and slid off the bed to retrieve them, pulling the commando’s Echo from his pocket.

“Well I’ll be damned…” he breathed.

“Don’t answer tha-“ Axton began.

“Lilith! To what do I owe the pleasure? Have a nice nap?” said Jack cheerfully, picking up the call.

“Oh what the hell, why do you have Axton’s Echo, you prick?” said Lilith’s scowling hologram.

“I don’t know; why don’t you ask him? Axie, baby, say hello.” Jack turned the Echo’s camera towards him, still naked, collared, and cuffed on the bed.

“AXTON! NOT. AGAIN,” yelled Lilith in frustration. She pressed her finger tips between her eyes, squeezing them shut momentarily.

He hung his head sheepishly, avoiding the hologram’s fierce glare.

“Sorry, Lil.”

“You had one job. ONE. Kill them. Not fuck them. KILL THEM. You couldn’t even stop them from drugging me and Roland! Is it too much to ask that you keep it in your pants for just one night? JESUS!”

“I mean, come on Lil, we both knew this would probably wind up just being a scouting mission, unless an opportunity presented itself. And it did!”

“And you still fucked it up,” she hissed.

“Woah, woah, woah, can we go back to the part about this little shit stain trying to kill us? You hired sweet cheeks here to be your assassin?” asked Jack incredulously.

“Yeah, what of it, Jack?” grumbled Lilith.

He was silent a moment, staring at the hologram in surprise. Suddenly he burst out laughing, cackling so hard that he bent double and clutched his sides.

“Nice work, cupcake! You really know how to pick ‘em,” he said, wiping a tear of mirth away from his eye. Then his voice dropped about two octaves, the laughter abruptly disappearing from his face. “I think we’ll keep him,” he said, his voice quiet and deadly.

“What? No! You can’t-“

“Eye for an eye, sweetheart. You try to fuck us, we try to fuck you… And then we all just end up fucking poor Axton. Well, mostly just me, actually.”

“No, Jack, wait, we’re willing to negotiate.”

“You got a vault key, princess?”

“No…”

“Well then you’ve got nothing I want. And I suggest you don’t come anywhere near the VIP floor unless you want to tango with fifty Badass Loader Bots, ten turrets, and my main man, Wilhelm. He’s around here somewhere. Who knows, maybe he’s even on his way down to you already! Cia!”

“Wait! What about-“

Jack hung up the call.

“So much for that truce, huh? What a cunt,” he said, turning to Rei.

She had pulled a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table and had one dangling from her mouth, and was now sitting with her back against the headboard, arms crossed, glowering. She pulled a lighter from the pack and lit her cigarette, inhaling deeply, then exhaled a slow, steady stream of swirling smoke.

“That bitch. I made sure you didn’t kill her, or even harm her, just so she could send an assassin after us? Un-fucking-believable.”

“That’s what people do, kiddo. They’ll smile to your face while stabbing you in the back. Although… this guy wasn’t much of an assassin, now, was he?” he said, ruffling Axton’s hair.

“You two gonna kill me, or what?” grunted Axton.

“Honestly? Haven’t decided yet. Make yourself useful, and who knows, maybe there’s a job for you at the Rhysie Pole. You definitely won’t be a free man ever again, though, that’s for sure. Now, as much as I want to stay and play, we should probably put some distance between us and the fire-bitch. Get dressed, kitten.”

“Back to Helios?” she asked, flicking her cigarette.

“Yep. Looks like we’ve got some work to do,” he said, cracking the leash over Axton’s back like a whip and cackling as the commando howled in pain.

[thirsty-x1]

Patience Is A Virtue | Cho Seungyoun

Request:

can u write about seungyoun having a girlfriend that’s two years younger than him? and she wants to lose her virginity to him? yet he doesn’t believe her that she’s ready,, so she teases him by flirting with another member and he gets jealous? maybe has an idea why she’s doing it? maybe teases her back then they do it idkshjxjsn

↬ Pairing: Seungyoun x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut, slight fluff

↬ Warnings: explicit language, jealousy play, oral sex, fingering, orgasm denial, thigh riding, protected sex

↬ Word Count: 3.1k

“Okay but explain to me why we can’t do it, just explain it once more.”

Seungyoun sighed, flipping the page of the book between his hands as he ignored you. He had explained it a thousand times and you would always ask again and insisted, you had even tried to pull a ‘you don’t think I’m pretty enough’ on him but he saw through all and each of your moves. Almost every guy would love it if their girlfriend came up to them and said ‘hi, take my virginity already, please’ but no, your boyfriend had to be part from that 1% that was all sensitive about it, treating you like a baby because of an age difference of two years.

“I don’t feel like you are ready, it’s not that much of a big deal.” The way he didn’t even look at you in the eye when saying it annoyed you so much more. You walked up to him and sat down on his lap, putting his book aside and instead holding his face between your hands.

“I am ready, just because I’m younger than you it doesn’t mean I’m a dummie, you know.” His lips were on you, he turned you around and now you were on the sofa with him on the top, his stare changing as a smirk spread on his face.

“You have the most scared expression on right now, see? You are not ready.” He laughed as he got up, you staying frozen on the spot.

“That. Was. Not. Fair. You surprised me! I wasn’t scared!”

“Yeah, yeah, just get ready for Hangyul’s party, we have to get going in half an hour.” You just laid there for a few minutes, trying to calm your wild heart.

As you got ready, you kept thinking about it. He saw you as if you were a small kitten he had to take care of and protect from everyone, included himself, which was cute and beneficial sometimes, but you were sure about being with him and wanting him to be the first one. You loved him, he loved you, you were both sincere, had met each other since years ago, been dating for half a year and you were both in your twenties.

You finished preparing yourself, Seungyoun looking at you and immediately smiling, holding your hand. Even if he was the sweetest and you knew he had no intentions of hurting you, it just brought you down and made you feel slightly insecure sometimes. He noticed how tense you were and the guilt started crawling his system. He felt rather honored that you were choosing him to be your first, but he had many friends who would talk about how much they regretted their first time and didn’t want you to be one of those, he just didn’t feel like you were ready yet, which didn’t mean that you two would never get it done.

The drive was silent, few words exchanged and he was getting frustrated but it was better that way. Otherwise, you two would start fighting and it wasn’t fair, not for you and not for Hangyul, it was his birthday party after all. As you got to the dorms, the awkwardness started to go away, both focusing on putting their best face for the sake of the others. The music was blasting in the basement, everyone having a good time, the elders were already drinking whilst the younger were simply chatting in a corner.

“You are finally here!” Hangyul walked up to receive Seungyoun and you, hugging both tightly. “And looking gorgeous, too.” You could practically smell the alcohol in his breath but still smiled at him.

“You are looking pretty good as well, have you been exercising?” Seungyoun laughed at your terrible pick-up line but ignored it and engaged in conversation with the rest of the members.

“Yeah, I can show you if you want.” Hangyul smirked and now you laughed, the expression seeming unnatural in his face. “Lets go and dance a bit, you coming, Seungyoun?”

“I have to talk about something with Seungwoo first, you two get ahead.”

Maybe this was a chance. You would never do something like this under normal circumstances, but testing how far your boyfriend’s limits went was tempting you. As Hangyul dragged you to the center of the dance floor, your body got closer to his and he didn’t back up, following your movements. Seungyoun kept talking with the eldest in the room, who was looking at you with surprised eyes, but the ones that you really cared about weren’t even looking your way.

“But, do you want to have sex with her?” Seungwoo asked, raising an eyebrow at the proximity between you and Hangyul.

“Of course I want. I have needs,I know she does too and I have thinking in giving the next step now but I’m just... Not sure, I don’t want her to regret afterwards.” He would never show you the small panic on his voice when talking, but in front of his hyung there was no barriers.

“I don’t think she will regret. I have seen the way she stares at you, she fell pretty damn hard in love, and since you are taking so many precautions, I would say you too.” He reflected on it, Seungwoo was right. It was annoying that he needed reassurance from someone else on something that involved just the two of you, but his perspective made him feel better about the situation. “But I would say you hurry up or she is going to be snatched from you real quick.”

Hands on your swaying hips, a mouth dangerously close to your neck, your eyes fixed on the ones that were finally on you.

“She is just trying to make me jealous, not the best strategy–” Seungyoun choked on his words as Hangyul suddenly turned you around, both of your bodies now completely touching, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, but you weren’t pulling away, and that switched something inside of him. Of course, he was well aware of your intentions, but seeing someone else touch you like that was going a little too far, what were you even doing?

“I will go and protect the kids, I think you both should talk some other place.” Seungwoo’s tone was almost reprimanding as he walked towards the sofa and distracted the youngsters, his hand grabbing Minhee’s curious head and softly making him look another way, the action followed by a bunch of giggles.

Seungyoun simply stared at you intensely, waiting for you to stop, and to be honest, you had kind of forgotten about your original plan and just focused on the way the body in front of you moved, the sensuality captivating you. At least until you felt a strong grip on your wrist and a gritted whisper on your ear: follow me. He didn’t wait for a response, dragging you to the shared room on the upper floor before locking the door and turning to see you, a mix of anger and lust in his stare.

“S-Seungyoun, I–”

“Don’t say anything. Lay down.” His tone was colder, your heart clenching, but you did as he said. “All you had to do was simply wait, was that so hard?” You were at a loss of words, did you really make him so mad? He wasn’t the type to get overly jealous but maybe you did pushed it too far this time.

“I am sorry.” There was nothing else you could look at except the floor, the whole situation making you feel embarrassed.

“What is the point in being nice and considerate if you are going to just make me aside at the first opportunity you get?” He got closer and grabbed your chin gently, making you look at him. “Answer me.”

“I wasn’t going to d-do anything...” Stuttering was inevitable when those sly eyes of his stared deep into your soul.

“Oh, really? You were already doing plenty back there.” His fingers slowly grazed over your skin, playing with the strap resting on your left shoulder before pulling it down, and doing the same with the other one. “Maybe I just need to give you a lesson.”

Shivers crawled up your skin, the temperature in your blood going from cold to hot and hot to cold, the beating of your heart being extremely audible, which made him smile. His hands caressed the back of your thighs, your legs spreading open to give him access, his eyebrow raising made your cheeks burn.

“W-What kind of lesson?” Anxiety and excitation mixed in your insides, his touch becoming rough in the split of a second as he hovered over you, your back hitting the mattress in an inaudible sound.

“Patience is a virtue.”

His hips ground roughly on you, his hardness against your core making you flinch all of a sudden. The unexpected and new feeling had you crumbling in front of him, shades of shame and shyness dancing on your expressions as he kissed your neck, his lips sucking on the skin drawing moans out of yours.

“Seungyoun, please...”

“No. You can’t ask for nothing tonight. I already rushed this, now you will respect the timing for each...” His fingers slid between your legs, “one...” circled around your underwear, “of...” cupped your center, “my...” and pulled away, “actions.”

You whined out, the short contact feeling too good to be true. He had already made you wait enough, what did he mean with “rushed this”? He evidently has no idea of how long have you been waiting for him but now he was going to torture even more? Selfish...

His laugh brought you back to reality only to make you want go back and hide in your thoughts at noticing him looking at your underwear, the cute design standing out and breaking the atmosphere that had built. You covered your face, a muffled excuse coming out between your hands.

“I wasn’t expecting that this would happen...”

Fingers running along your slit interrupted you again, Seungyoun humming at your wetness making a damp spot in the fabric. He took off your shows and then proceeded to remove your panties, his mouth watering at the view of your legs completely spread for him, the spot between them provoking him to throw his lesson away. As you felt the silence and no contact, you glanced between your fingers, the sinful way your boyfriend licked his lips while his eyes were fixed on your entrance making you tighten up, which he seemed to notice because soon he looked up, smiled and leaned in, not breaking the eye contact as he licked a stripe. He ate you out slowly, his tongue darting out and faintly giving you what you wanted before stopping, his lips closing around your clit only to let go sooner than later, his touch not lingering more than a few seconds.

“You taste so wonderfully...” You felt something stretching out your hole and breathed heavily. “Can you take another, baby?” You nodded and the slight burning followed, your whole body going tense until he kissed your thigh signaling you could relax. Seungyoun worked his fingers slowly, gently making sure you were ready for him, his focus on the task causing him to forget that you were about to cum any minute now and pulled them out quickly, making you scream in frustration.

“Why?!” He chuckled, sucking his fingers before unzipping his pants, your voice getting caught in your throat. Was he really going to..?

“No, I won’t fuck you. Yet.” The way you flinched at the explicit mention made him laugh as he kept undressing until he only had his underwear on. “I want to be comfortable to torture you more.”

His words sounded like a promise and a threat at the same time, making you feel annoyed and aroused. You saw a small package glistening in his hand, and you instinctively closed your legs. He chuckled again, making you realize what you did, and opened them again. His erection twitched under the light fabric and your mouth got dry before putting into words one of your many fantasies.

“Can’t I... Suck you off?” When e gulped, you stood up and went to him, your hands feeling up his chest, down his stomach and just when you were about to reach the zone he had never let you see, his lips took you by surprise and his arms picked you up, he sat on the bed with you on his lap.

“You can’t, not now. But if you are so needy, show me. Ride my thigh.”

You blinked a few times at his request. R-Ride his thigh?

“But... I want to–” His fingers gripped your hair softly before tugging it, slowly but still making your scalp tingle.

“Don’t you remember this is a lesson? Obey.”

Did you even have any other choice? You couldn’t help but to blush furiously as he took the initiative, his hands on each side of your waist, pressing you down on him, pushing you back and forward, your wetness painting his skin and the friction making you moan, oversensitiveness taking over you. His fingers pulled your dress and took it off, your breasts at his mercy and he proceeded to tease your nipples over the fine cloth covering them. Your juices dripped onto his thigh, small pleas dissipating in the air whilst he whispered you to open your eyes and look at him: his lips parted, sucking one of your now exposed breasts as his hand stroked his cock lazily, the view bringing your movements to a halt. You weren’t sure at what moment he had managed to pull out his member while still making you feel him everywhere and you didn’t really care. His pre-cum was leaking from his tip down his shaft only to be spread by his fingers.

“I can’t... I really need you now, please, I promise I will never insist again but now I just want you.” He turned around and reached for the condom he had left on the bed, quickly opening it and wrapping it around his member, then picked you up and held you in place before looking up to you.

“Are you completely, absolutely sure that–!” Now you were the one to cut him off, clinging onto his shoulders as you positioned above him and slowly let him fill you, stopping whenever the pain was too much and proceeding when you got used to it, until he was completely inside of you. “You really have to work on your patience.”

“Maybe, but not tonight.” You hid your face in the crook of his neck and he caressed your back, his arms holding you close.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but... I need a moment to get used to it.”

He nodded at your words and simply waited, enjoying the warmth and the closeness, the fact that he could have been with you like this since long ago seeming funny now. All the time he tried to wait, pushing you away, making you feel bad... All that wasn’t important at all now. He finally understood. It wasn’t about the time or the regret, it was about you two just sharing one more moment together and nothing was going to change that. The way your breathing tried to get steady, your nails softly digging into his skin, your small whimpers whenever he touched a certain spot, discovering new expressions, everything felt slightly surreal for him, and when he stared at you in the eyes, he could sense that it was the same for you.

“I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” The muttering was barely audible, his voice close to crack at any time. You caressed his hair, a pleased smile on your face.

“Then don’t.”

That’s all it took for him to switch your positions, him being at the top and starting to buck his hips into you, each time letting out tiny grunts that sent shivers down your spine. You loved him so much: his back muscles tensed, relaxing when you ran your fingers over them, the sweat covering his chest, his hair sticking out in every direction, the adoration he looked at you with, his fingers holding yours, his lips kissing you sweetly. Each touch was measured, as if he had thought about this moment since forever and planned every detail, every action.

You could feel the knot in your stomach starting to form and as soon as you told him, he changed the position, leaning back and slightly raising your legs, all of a sudden hitting much deeper than before and you tightening deliciously around his cock. His hand came down to rub your clit, the denial you had gone through before unleashing all at once, and after a few more thrusts, he spilled into the condom. He stood like that for a few minutes, trying to regain some composure before pulling out, tying the preservative and throwing it in the bin next to the desk.

He came back, quickly cuddling next to you and covering both of your bodies with the bed sheets, way too tired to really care about hygiene right now. His hands were playing with your hair and his expression finally showed relief, as if he had taken a big weight out of him.

“Was it good? Do you feel alright? Is there anything you need? If it hurts, I can do everything for you, just ask.” You laughed at the ceaseless string of questions that followed his gentle actions.

“I am fine, and the pain will cease soon.”

“You are way too calmed for everything that just happened.”

“That’s because I trust you, silly. I already knew everything was going to be alright.”

Seungyoun’s heart swelled up, growing three sizes, his smile unable to hide the amount of happiness that the simple and very obvious statement brought to him. All the pieces seemed to fit now and he felt so complete, so relaxed that everything went alright. Why did he even worry, for starters?

“I trust you too, and I love you.”

Just as you were about to reply, an angry knocking surprised you both. The next half an hour, you two got reprimanded by a very parent-like Seungwoo whilst the younger ones died laughing in the back. Seungyoun looked at you, his posture asking for forgiveness at the same time as he mocked the older one, who proceeded to stare at him for a good ten seconds before breathing in and calming down. Indeed, when it came to Seungyoun, patience wasn’t just a virtue, but rather a must to not strangle him on the spot.

I almost changed the ending to Seungyoun leading the reader as if they were to do it and then being like ‘lolz, no, patience is a virtue baby’. Glad I read the fucking request again, jeez, I could have fucked up. Also, don’t be like y/n and always go to pee after sex!

I didn’t know how to end it so yes, that is wack.

~Nani

unedited

[0ld-fangirl-tings]

Branded | Part I

Disclaimer: This is my very first fanfic. I really like the Mafia AU’s. The GodFather movies are hands down my favorites. I have always wondered what it would be like to be in that kind of life. Please be kind, like I said this is my first time doing this (It’s very pretentious for me to even believe people will read this TBH). I have been working on this particular story since April. I have a lot written but and I think what I will have to do is break this down into parts. I did focus on Shownu in this one but I have been thinking that later on I will move on to something where I do like an ‘optional bias’ story. Enjoy! 😁

Genre : ShownuMafia!AU, Female!Assassin, Shownu X FemaleReader, eventual fluff, eventual smut(?), ANGST

Warning: Violence (a lot of it), mentions of rape, murder, violence against women, a lot of abuse, scars (emotional and physical)

Word count : 1.5K

A killer through and through. You have gone your whole life being feared for who you were. You hated that you were a contract killer for Seoul’s underworld. You hated everything about the underworld though you thrived in it. All the syndicates wanted you, The Scarfaced Witch, on their side. You vowed to never wear a syndicate’s brand, but when your first love appears in the city again with a Syndicate of his own and an unknown agenda... You would be willing to cast aside anything for his sake.

Part I

You had been following him for a few weeks now. You wanted to know more about him. Staying in the shadows carefully to stay out of his view was easy but the overwhelming feeling you had to just run over and hold him was hard to bury. You know he doesn't remember you. Its been too long and he was someone of importance now.

You had heard of the handsome newcomer of the MX syndicate almost a year or so ago but didn't care. You don't care about any of the syndicates to be honest. You knew all of them to be backstabbing, lowlife, assholes. You weren’t any better no matter how much you want to think that you have morals and ethics.

You spotted him while leaving a job, you had accidentally walked into a meeting being held in a back alley of a club. You tried to leave but when your eyes locked on the smooth tan face and pouty lips, you were stuck in your tracks.

Son Hyun Woo. The man you will always care for. Your heart beats fast every time you see him. Memories of the streets flash across your eyes. The summer nights where he would leave a plate of food out near the Dumpster outside his home. Carefully wrapped for you. The nights you spent sitting in silence with him while he watched you eat. He was one of the two only people in this world that showed you any care.

You would never forget the day when you went back to your meeting spot and saw he was being pushed around by other boys. You ran to defend him. You shielded Shownu as one of the boys grabbed a sharp stick and struck you in the back instead. You still carry the long deep scar from that stick. You turned around and to took a glass bottle to the side of the boy’s head. The boy’s mother demanded you be punished. Shownu's father slapped him when he defended you in front of the police, his father told him that he would not have a son who mixed with street urchins. The looks you and Shownu exchanged for the last time as your were dragged away was heart breaking to you, even to this day. You ended up in Juvenile Detention and when you finally left 2 years later, Shownu was no where to be found.

Now he was back in the city and had his hands in all sorts of business, from what you hear, most of the business was underhanded. This fact surprised you. The Shownu you knew was quiet and shy. You knew his father used to beat him all the time for being 'weak'. You caught him many times near the Dumpster crying because of it.  You were intrigued by the new Shownu.

⬛  ⬛  ⬛

You watch from your black Jaguar as he gets out of his large black SUV. He is talking and laughing with his men then takes a call. His face gets serious. He nods and looks at his men. You can't decipher what he is saying but see him motion for his men to stay back.

"You fucking idiot. Where are you going alone?" You whisper. You watch as his men look at each other confused but they apprehensively listen to their boss. You follow behind the SUV carefully.

You find his car again outside of The Kitten Room. You had been in the underworld scene long enough to know good things don't happen in there. You walk to the entrance and see Han, the bouncer, you give him a nod and he lets you in without question. You hear the moans if the club goers in line behind you. You head up to the meeting rooms on the floor above.

You walk around a corner to see some double doors. You collect yourself the best you can and walk by the door. Its quiet. There are murmurs of a conversation. You feel a rush of relief. Its just a regular meeting. He is fine. You decide you should wait for him outside and start to turn away. As you turn you hear a crash and grunts. You heart clenches and you run through the double doors.

You look at the 2 large men in the room and Shownu on his knees. You put on a mask of composure.

"Oh! So sorry!! I was looking for the restroom." You say. You recognize the henchmen. They are Seungri's men. Seungri hates getting his own hands dirty. "What's up guys?!" You say as you close the door. One of the men look at you as the other takes another go at Shownu's face.

"What are you doing here?" The larger of the two men say. You shrug and put your hands in your jacket pockets.

"Nothing really. I had a job nearby. What uh...is going on here?" You ask.

"None of your fucking business bitch." You flinch at the name calling.

"Hey now!" You throw up your hands in surrender. "There’s no need for that! I thought we were friends." You say. The large man stares at you and smiles.

"I don't really know Seungri-sshi wants him gone." He says and takes a sip from a glass of dark liquor. You stand by the doors, hands behind your back, and are able to lock them without the men noticing. You push off the doors and walk closer to the scene.

"Oh. Why? Is he like, important?" You ask.

The other man is out of breath and taps the first man on the shoulder to indicate his turn. Shownu has tape over his mouth and his hands are tied behind him. There is a cut on his beautiful face and blood is pouring out with every hit.

"He's taking away too much business." The other man says who takes a seat. You hide your hands not wanting to show that they are balled up in white knuckled rage. There was no doubt in your mind you were gonna kill these men. And you wanted it to be slow.

"Ah. But like...why is he tied up?" You ask.

"Why wouldn't he be?" Shownu looks at you and then the men. The defiant look in his eyes makes you smile. He is daring them to hit him again with his eyes. This was different from the reserved kid you used to know.

"You know what I hate though.." You say as you walk to the seat where second man is seated. "Honestly more than anything what I hate about this underworld scene is that there is no sense of integrity. You have this man defenseless and you are clearly at an advantage. More than that your boss is such a fucking pussy bitch that he can't do this shit himself." The men turn to look at you. Shownu is breathing heavily and barely can lift his head.

"You scar faced bitch--" the first man charges towards you and in a swift motion you take your hunters knife across his throat. You relish as the man drops to his knees in front of you. Blood gushing through his fingers. It all happens so quickly that the second man just stares in surprise.

"I don't like the name calling.” You say as you kick the man down and watch as he slowly becomes lifeless. You look up at the second man and nod your head at him in acknowledgment. You lift your arms and make a gesture to come here. He lifts his glass and throws it at you. You duck but the man was quick for his size. He is in front of you and gets a hit in. You are swayed with the force and drop your knife. He comes towards you again. His punches feel like trucks. You duck and cover and grab your knife again. Shownu makes a grunt at you and before you can look up you feel the weight of the man take over you. He stands above you his hands on your throat. The knife is in your reach. As your vision starts to turn black you feel the hilt of your knife. You muster your strength and hit him in the eye with the blunt end of the knife. He takes his hands off and you take the opportunity to get the knife in his jugular. The blood sprays over you. You feel the warmth and let it sink in. You wait for him to become motionless and take deep breaths. You push him off and stand. You stare at the man and kick at the lifeless body as hard as you can while screaming profanity. You hate that he had the upper hand on you.

You blink back to reality and turn to face Shownu. He can barely keep his eye open but he stares at you intensely. You walk around him to help with his restraints but he flinches away.

"I’m sorry i just wanna get these off. I'll be careful." You don't touch him again till you see him nod.

He manages to take the tape off his mouth. You stand and pry your knife out of the man. You wipe the blood off and have your back to Shownu. "You need to call your boys and get outta here. Hurry." You say. "I'll stay till they come. I won't leave you alone."

"Who ... Who are you?" You still have your back turned to him. You turn around and smile brightly. "Oh no one special. I was kinda bored and passing through." He stares at you with a grimace. Then doubles over. You run to him.

"Are you okay? Fuck. You need to call your men." You say. He lets out another groan and he coughs up blood. You put your hands to your head. "Fuck fuck fuck... No fuck this. Let’s go."

...cont’d

Part II

[hibiki-the-beast-archived]

All of the nsfw asks, kitten. Because I want to know everything~ -your lately absent tiger

1:When did you lose your virginity?Mh, I don't have any memories left of this event. But when it comes to the anal virginity: I lost it just only around a year and a half ago.

2: Rough sex or soft sex?Rough is my preference in general and what I am in the mood for most of the time, although if feelings are included I believe a soft vanilla session can make me purr as well. However, when my part is the dominant one I so far can only imagine me being very rough.

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?If menophilia and even pet play are not unusual then I don't know. So I say yes to this.

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?In the woods perhaps.

5: Favourite sex position?Sounds actually boring, but I like missionary. Second favorite is doggy style though.

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?This is a question that is not as easy to answer for me as it may seem. Technically I have tendencies to both sides, but my dominant side is very rough and linked to the creature lurking inside of me which I have troubles keeping the upper hand over. That is the reason why I am more comfortable to be submissive. Back then I had the feeling I had the need to be submissive because I wanted to punish myself for the bad things I do while my inner beast has the power, but lately I think it is just what I am and only a facet I needed to get to know. However, if I feel comfortable with someone and I know the person adores my dominant side while knowing how to lure it I might show it to them.

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?For the sake of my inner beast that likes to stimulate itself sexually while feeding, yes, of course. Apart from that not really. I am not the kind of type who goes to a club, gets drunk and drags someone off. This kind of sex is never worth it I think.

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?Couch and floor are rather uncomfortable places so I definitely prefer the bed. But being creative when it comes to places for mating sessions is appreciated as well.

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?The forest is a public place, so yes. But I have happened to engulf a fan behind the concert location as well. And once I even had it in a church.

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?No.

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?I don't have a thing for lingerie on others and neither did I wear something fancy myself yet, but I would cherish everything my partner would enjoy to see on me. Something made out of leather would perhaps be pleasant to wear.

12: How often do you have sex?Sometimes almost every day, sometimes just twice a month I think, at least lately. There had been many months during which I was not sexually active at all. I have never paid attention to the duration of the abstinence though, but fact is it is mostly too seldom for my high libido, mhmh.

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?Two persons, to be exact.

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?This is easy: Giving.

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?Perhaps not getting an erection or losing it. My libido may be high, but when I get involved with a person thanks to my blood lust that may be an easy prey to satisfy my hunger I tend to get turned off by their passivity. As I always say, a prey that does not moves is a dead prey. And since I only have hetero phases every now and then I might get limp around women, too.

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?Easy as well: Blood Honey and Pistol Whipped from Marilyn Manson

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?The only thing that comes to my mind is Aphrodisia from Nocturnal Bloodlust.

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?I think so. As above, I would like to wear everything my partner enjoys seeing on me, even if I may react embarrassed beforehand. This should not stop them from making me wear the things they think as fitting for me.

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?In the bath tub? I am water-shy actually, but as soon as I overcome it I really enjoy this element. Bathing with someone sounds fabulous. In the shower things might become even more uncomfortable than in a tiny bath tub.

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?Hazuki or Hiro probably. But with Aki I have lots of fun as well usually.

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?This is a topic I lately discussed, and right at this time I saw a wonderful threesome in a manga as well. Yes, I want to experience a threesome one day. Perhaps as a switch with a dominant and a submissive or as a submissive for two men. Both would have its charms, but it is hard to accomplish something like this, isn't it?

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?I do, although I don't masturbate often. With a partner I have more fun using them.

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?Dirty texts for sure in one way or another, but to get me to send a dirty picture I need to be really desperate, thus being in mating season. Instead there had been a poster of me shirtless in an old German magazine, I consider this definitely more erotic than any bad amateurish picture I shot with my phone camera. Yes, maybe I would do an erotic photo shooting for someone special. Mh, now I have ideas.

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?There is not much better than being friends with benefits I suppose.

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)I may relax, I may smoke, I may be in need for aftercare...there are many possibilities. Sometimes I have the strong need to listen to music after I had an orgasm. It just depends.

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?A person who knows how to talk dirty.

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?At night I am usually the most active and vivid feeling, so I prefer the latter. But everything can has its charms. The former may be only turning into a wonderful thing to do with a person I am very close to in an emotional way.

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?I don't really have one. But lately I happened to find rather small boobs as appealing. However, I like lips, too. Probably I don't even mean the ones in the face...

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?Hands. Arms in general. What I am talking about, I in fact adore genitals.

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:Probably some gay Manga. I mean, I might tell people about it, but I don't want them to find them on accident, just like certain sex toys.

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:I once had sex while wearing a chastity cage, maybe this was the weirdest so far.

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]I have done so and I don't think of it as a bad thing. It is just a body fluid. I would like to lick it off somewhere as a degrading act as well.

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:Probably it is not advisable in most cases, but I can't remember ever using a condom.

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:Blood is a food, right? I could think of honey as interesting, but in general I doubt it is necessary to play around with any food.

35: Worst possible time to get horny:Before a gig perhaps. Or while having a music video shooting. Or while standing on stage.

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?I enjoy every feral noise they may utter.

37: How much fapping is too much fapping:When it begins to hurt it probably has been too much. But I think three times a day should be the limit, at least for me.

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:Have I ever gotten one? However I know there are at least two people who like getting intimate with me and can compete with my sexual deviance.

39: Favorite foreplay activities:To be honest, foreplay and teasing are considered to be the most important parts of sex for me. If someone is very good at dirty talking they barely need to do something else to get me in the mood though. But I enjoy to get my nipples sucked as well...not to mention how much it would make me melt if I got my feet played with or even my toes sucked. Mhmh. In exchange I suck your fingers, this seduces me, too. However, a physical fight can be foreplay for me as well. Or a bath. And from a dominant's point of view I enjoy a really bratty attitude.

40: What do you wear to bed?Most of the time underwear and a shirt, sometimes just underwear and for very rare occasions I have a pajama...in which I look very cute!

41: When was the first time you masturbated:I really can't recall this.

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?I don't think I would be able to record this myself, but that does not mean I would not allow someone else to do this...

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?Three months ago probably?

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public?How often will this question appear in here? Yes, I had sex in public and I would do it again, especially when it takes place in mother nature's lap or in an old building.

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?Already answered above I suppose.

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?Pillow.

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?I did this so seldom that it is almost not worth mentioning. Pornography is not able to fulfill my needs, first because I am not that voyeuristic and second because I most of the time need an emotional connection to the person I get sexually involved with. Looking at strangers performing those things is not really appealing to me. However there are - a very few - manga I enjoy to read.

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not)Everything I can use my tongue and mouth to is a big turn on to me. So I like it very much naturally. As for receiving, I prefer rimjobs over blowjobs. Any anal stimulation is a bliss to me.

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?I have a really big foible for men with tattoos. Although I enjoy piercings as well not only because they look fabulous but because my skin reacts very sensitive to metal - but in a good way. But coming back to tattoos, I perhaps would get turned off if my partner had some really weird/childish tattoos or the face of their grandpa on their arm or wherever.

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?My inner beast would not care for sure, but in general I don't expect me to be the right person to lose your virginity to. It would not turn out as pleasing for the both of us probably. I have high standards and need someone with experience. I don't have a special foible for it just like some others may perhaps have.

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?I don't have experience with human food in a sexual way, but I suppose most food will make a complete mess in a way I would not enjoy.

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?A private pornstar for a special person. A year ago I would have probably agreed to take money for sex, but not anymore.

53: Do you watch porn?Same as above.

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?The fans of my former band had been called 'Freaks', so...yes, I am almost sure I have been called a freak. I mean, there could be worse descriptions for me. In fact it is a name I would wear with pride, mhmh. I like to be odd and deviant.

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?If the fabric of my pants is soft enough I might be okay with it in situations where it does not matter that much.

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?Not at all. I tend to stay unshaved as well most of the time, especially when I aim to get the dominant part. As a submissive I enjoy to be all smooth so chances are higher I will receive my rimjob...

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?Probably yes.

58: Booty or Boobs?Booty.

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)No. I never had been in a monogamous relationship and always make clear if I get involved with someone I would like to get intimate with others, too.

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?I always had been thinking about how it would be like to have a vagina, perhaps it would convey a completely other feeling of being submissive for me. And since I enjoy to get treated like a female in sexual matters I probably would like to get bred all day long. Better stop it here until I begin to like this thought too much. Because well, I would be able to wear my tail plug during the intercourse, how could I not like this imagination?

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?Probably not. It would be a good way to make me all greedy in a submissive way though.

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?No, but I would really, really enjoy this...especially when the one watching me keeps a very unfazed expression while talking dirty to me...

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?I can't remember this ever happened.

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)Laying on stomach, thrusting into pillow or fleshlight, but anal/prostate stimulation is essential meanwhile, either with a toy or with fingers.

65. What is your bra/penis size?I am not really flat-chested, an a-cup would fit me for sure. And measuring my penis for this questionnaire is just degrading. Let us say it is 11,5 cm while being erected. You can't expect a tiny beast to have a huge cock.

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus?There is actually nothing too unusual I can remember.

67. When was the last time you masturbated?Four or five days ago.

68. When was the last time you had sex?A week ago perhaps.

69. When was the last time you watched porn?Maybe last year.

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do?The last I bought online was a prostate vibrator, I think I have enough now for being satisfied with my masturbation experience. My first one was the fleshlight, I bought it before I discovered I am absolutely keen on anal stimulation.

71. Guys:Circumsized?No.

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?Feet, neck, head.

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?Everything, but butt is always the first choice.

74. Girls:Are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation?Who says you need to be a girl to be able to do this? I would like to try out if my nipples are sensitive enough.

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?Yes, just lately, but it was someone I am close to. Before I may have done so as well, but it is nothing I regularly do.

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream?It must have been a while. Maybe I just can't remember. But when I don't orgasm for a week I may release in my sleep during a wet dream.

77. Which wet dream was your favorite?I was on a hunt in the forest and found a man who at first wanted to shoot me because he thought I was a dangerous creature, but I held my naked butt in front of the barrel instead. The thrill of the whole situation was intense and arousing, however I got what I needed thanks to my clear way of 'telling'...

78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with?I think I had already sex with those I more or less would consider as friend.

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?Atsushi Sakurai perhaps...there are some musicians from bands who are active since the eighties or nineties who are handsome, and those are the ones who are celebrities in my eyes as they are my idols in some way.

80. Favorite sexual position? Didn't I already answer this? Missionary, probably while I am tied up.

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?No need to even ask this question actually. It drives me crazy.

82. Are you into any BDSM?Obviously.

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why?For sure. Well, I sometimes spot a person who is handsome and interesting enough, but approaching others is not easy so nothing will happen in the end (especially because I almost never get approached). And if a talk should come about it often does not lead to a sexual direction immediately because things like this need time and a certain chemistry. But to be honest, sometimes I am just too much of a pussy to open up my mouth. So I actually like people who have the courage to get something started.

84. Do you like dirty talk?And how!

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation?Loud. Even during masturbation I sometimes, when I am especially in heat, have the need to be loud. To some amount my own noises arouse me even, especially because I sound very submissive, whining and whimpering. Occasionally I suck my fingers while doing it because I enjoy the noises it makes.

86. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?By the telephone ringing, for example. Or by the postman. Or by bandmembers stepping into the backstage room...

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?None.

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?I don't think I would go to a handsome stranger and directly tell them those things. I rather keep it to myself that I have done something like that, even if I know the person better. I would feel pathetic if I told them straightly.

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?This is the most likely reason for me to start masturbating, so yes.

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them?I don't think so. However, if I had an one night stand and it had been satisfying I would definitely try to stay in contact with them and try to become friends.

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?I more or less have something like this, and yes, the naughty fun continues...

As soon as I am not feeling this mentally drained anymore the kitten will transform into a horrible beast and insists on sharping its claws on your back to abreact, tiger...you can call yourself lucky I am immortal so it is not /that/ bad that I have needed three hours of my precious life to get tortured by this questionnaire. At least you could brew me a coffee once you dare to come around again. I am waiting for you...

[sassytrickster666]

NSFW Alphabet:Hans Landa

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A = Aftercare

Most of the time he has other business to attend to so there isn’t much time for aftercare.

If he doesn’t have to go, he’ll wipe most of the evidence away and kiss some of the harsher bruises he left. After this he’ll lay back down and tell you you’ve been a good girl. Sometimes, he’ll pull you closer so that your head rests on his shoulder and his arm is wrapped around you.

B= Body part

Generally speaking he has a thing for your face, especially your eyes. Of those he can read you ; emotions, thoughts. He likes to know everything.

Whether you’re annoyed, nervous or happy during the day and whether you’re pleasured during the night.

When it comes to his own body, he would have to say his mind. It’s what helped him accomplish all that he did will do in the future.

C= Cum

Hans loves cumming on you, as it shows you’re his and you submitting to him.

He likes cumming on your breasts and stomach most. Second to those are your mouth and pussy. It gives him the feeling of ownership.

D= Dirty Secret

His secret is that sometimes, he is in a bit of a different mood (this started happening after the war). This is when he wants to hand the control over to you, do your bidding and feel small. What he enjoys the most, then, is having you ride his face and control his breathing. He gets turned on when you call him things ranging from milder words as ‘bad’ and ‘naughty’ to ‘pathetic nazi pig’. He has no idea where this comes from and frankly, is embarrassed by it.

E = Experience

Considering his age he would have his fair share of experience. However, the last couple of years he’d been completely absorbed by work, referring to his rank and nickname, and thus he’s a little rusty. At first he had his doubts about approaching you because of this. Later he had zero problems making you come the hardest you did in ages.

F = Favourite Position

It’s usually described this way:

You’re bent over on your knees and he’s behind you like in doggy style. Only he’s pulling you up by your hair, neck or upper body so your back touches his chest.

G = Goofy

Believe me, he is as unpredictable in bed as he is during the day. One moment he can be kissing you while being 100% serious and the next giggling while trying to clip off your stockings. Never quite knowing what to expect certainly provides an extra thrill.

H = Hair

He doesn’t like feeling dirty and has the time and the means to keep it exactly the way he feels most comfortable : bald.

He prefers for his partner not to be completely hairless, it would make him feel like being with a non-adult.

I= Intimacy

For one, it always takes Hans a long time to trust someone regardless of the situation. So he’s usually on edge anyways. However, once you earned his trust he started treating you a little different than before. He was never particularly abusive or mean towards you but now he dared to be softer with you. For example, he would proudly take you to formal events, reach for your hand. At times, softly trust into you while kissing and caressing you. The point is: once he trusts you he’d dare show another side of himself, a sweeter side that would involve lingering kisses, more tender caresses and a protective arm around your waist when going out. As if anyone would dare harass Landa’s girl anyways. And once he really goes for something, nobody better get in his way. Because he isn’t afraid of letting others know you’re his and anyone who would like to dispute that will get cut.

J = Jack-off

Hans wouldn’t jack off often, but when he does he takes his time. Whenever he’d been extremely busy or someone has been getting on his nerves particularly much he does it to blow off some steam. Would not look good if a colonel would blow out the brains of a bratty luitenant, would it?

So when he comes home and you’re away, he runs a nice warm bath, carefully undresses, put his folded clothes away on a shelf and let himself sink into the warm water. Then he would sigh and savour the moment. He would close his eyes and imagine you with him in a different setting. Your eyes, your smile, your curves, the way you would kiss him and how he would hold your body against his. Slowly he would trail his hands from his chest to his thighs to tease himself. He would imagine it your soft touch, both nude on a warm summers  night. Your breasts bouncing slightly as you get on your knees. Looking up at him teasingly as you’d kiss his upper thighs.

Then he would stop teasing himself and start caressing his now rockhard cock, grunting softly. He would imagine the wonderful feeling of your mouth on him, how you would lick and suck him and try to swallow him whole as he’d speed up his hand. He’d imagine how your full lips would look outstretched on his cock, how you would moan softly as he’d tug on your hair, the vibrations almost immediately sending him over the edge.

Then Hans would use his free hand to tease his sack. At this point he would eagerly speed up his ministrations until he’d spill his seed, moaning your name and imagining seeing it disappear into your eager mouth.

K = Kink

Oh, my sweet summer child, if you haven’t figured that Hans is one kinky motherf***** yet, brace yourself. So here’s some of his kinks in a row:

-Bondage, using cuffs or ropes. Depending on his mood whether he’d be the one restrained. (Being restrained often goes with the degrading of D=Dirty Secret).

-Public sex. He loves teasing you in a public setting. it starts quite innocently with a hand on your knee or thigh, but you know that before dinner with his colleagues and their partners ends, you’ll have come at least twice. Either by him fingerfucking you under the table or him dragging you off to some broom closet or deserted office. He enjoys it most when you play with him, teasing him too. This is related to the fact that he loves the control and domination he usually has by simply walking into a room.

-Roleplay, he loves being versatile. His favourite scenarios include (cheesy, right?) nurse/patient, priest/churchgoer and teacher/student.

-Dear Hans is usually a Dom, which means that he totally gets off on you calling him ‘sir’, ‘mr. Landa, sir’ or by his official rank. He loves spanking your ass while you call him that, too.

L= Location

Though he thoroughly enjoys making you his in a public place, he definitely prefers the confines of his home. Here, you can both be as loud as you want and take your time.

M = Motivation

Pretty much anything can get him turned on and you like to tease him for it. The sheer knowledge of what kind of underwear you’re wearing, a look you give him or a simple touch. Whenever he draws a quick breath through his nose, and on occasions looks away you know exactly whats up.

N = No

Truly hurting you, mentally or physically. He simply cares too much about you to do that. They may call him a monster and he’s accepted he might be one and that’s a part of him. But even he could never hurt the woman his heart belongs to.

O = Oral

Honestly, he loves it, the anticipation, when you sink down on your knees before him. Knowing that soon you will take him in your mouth and working to take as much as possible. Actually, it’s the kitten licks you give his cock and balls before you do so that kill him. The view of you is simply too beautiful.

As to giving oral, Hans Landa does nothing half-assed. He loves propping your thighs on your shoulders and giving you love bites on them and your hips, marking you, showing who you belong to. He just gets enthusiastic about it. At times it seems he turns it into a game of how many times he can make you scream his name. One of his favourite moves is doing so slowly and suddenly sucking your clit hard into his mouth.

P = Pace

The pace would depend mostly on his mood as he doesn’t really have a preference. He does tremendously enjoy suddenly changing his pace. For example, when you are having a slow, intimate moment and, out of the blue, starting a brutal pace that makes your eyes roll back.

Q = Quickie

The reason that quickies rarely happen is that Hans is usually way too loud for him and that the last thing he would want is for the two of you to be caught. One, because it might compromise his authority and two; because your body is for his eyes only and he wouldn’t want to bring you into a position where you could be disrespected or embarrassed.

Though, the ones that do happen are legendary; the time in the office bent over his desk, the one in the broom closet at the busy restaurant.

R = Risk

Hans looooooves to experiment. It’s just so exciting to try out new stuff! He’s usually shameless with telling you what he’d like to try, though would never push you. In turn, he is quite open minded when you bring something up.

S = Stamina

Though he’s usually good for one round (occasionally a second), and he does like to make it count. He lasts up to a good twenty minutes, but it can vary a bit depending on how much you’ve teased him.

T = Toys

Apart from the stuff used to restrain someone, none, really. He doesn’t feel there’s any needed and neither do you.

U = Unfair

He loves teasing you, but is not patient enough himself to drag it out. He also likes being teased, to an extent.

V = Volume

One of the main reasons he prefers fucking at home. Thats where he doesn’t have to worry about anyone hearing too much. This man almost never shuts up and that’s evident during sex as well. And damn he’s loud . He moans, groans and is definitely a dirty talker. Speaks solely German when he does too.

His favourite sound of yours is either a whimper or the strangled sound you make when a moan gets caught in your throat.

W = Wild Card

He loves calling you nicknames and it’s kinda cute. Usually Schatz or meine Liebe. Next to that he really enjoys it when he comes home in the afternoon and you greet him with a kiss and some coffee after. It makes him feel fuzzy. Its strange.

It makes him think that maybe someday he could make you his forever. Get married or even have a family.

Beside that, he totally crumbles if he finds that you happen to be wearing a housemaids like outfit. Like i said, he’s a sucker for roleplay.

X = X-Ray

He’s quite long,of average thickness, veiny, and crooked very nicely so that when he thrusts into you it’s just too easy for him to hit your G-spot.

Y = Yearning

As there are so many things that can turn him on, his yearning is pretty high. If he gets the chance he’ll definitely make you his once or twice a day.

Z = Zzz

After sex, Hans is usually awake for longer than you, and usually just lays and enjoys the moment. However, when he does fall asleep he tends to end up laying on his side next to you, breathing in your scent and holding your waist.

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burst & shatter

For @veliseraptor​, specifically inspired by this post. 

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4k. Complete. Frostmaster. The Grandmaster insists that he needs to get Loki ready - for what exactly, Loki isn’t sure. Getting him ready, however, includes one of the few acts Loki’s never partaken in, and would rather have avoided. Enemas. Pain play. Extremely dubious consent. 

“Listen, honey,” the Grandmaster says, his voice soft and warm, and immediately, fear makes itself known within him. Loki feels his innards freeze at the gentleness in the Grandmaster’s tone, at the featherlight touch of his gloriously warm hands against the side of Loki’s jaw, and he bites his lip to keep from whimpering. It is as yet early in the day, and Loki wishes he had ordered his lunch to his rooms instead of straying out into one of Sakaar’s beautiful dining halls. Ordinarily, the Grandmaster isn’t here at this hour, entertaining some other of his hobbies, like sleeping, but—

It is plain that the Grandmaster is here simply to seek Loki out, and Loki wonders what torture he could possibly have devised, that would inspire him to come directly to Loki. The Grandmaster cares not at all for patience, when it doesn’t suit him.

Despite his fear, Loki’s eyes flutter closed as the Grandmaster’s thumb dances hot and pleasant over his chin, teasing over the white skin there. It oughtn’t feel so good, the Grandmaster’s touch, oughtn’t intoxicate him so when he knows that it so often precipitates great pain, when the Grandmaster will torture him upon a whim, but—

You crave subjugation, whispers a voice in his ear, echoing within him, and no, no— Loki is so focused on his inner turmoil that he doesn’t actually hear what the Grandmaster says. He only hears the end of the sentence, hears the Grandmaster finishing with, “—Right?”

“Right,” Loki echoes obediently. The Grandmaster smiles, the expression indulgent, and he pats Loki’s cheek.

“Excellent, Lo-Lo, that’s—  You’re just, ha, you’re just the best. You’re— You know you’re my favourite, right?”

“So you’ve told me, Grandmaster,” Loki murmurs, and the Grandmaster’s grip tightens on his jaw, so tight that Loki feels the bone creak, and he cries out in pain.

“Whaddya mean, uh, whaddya mean like that, sweet thing?” the Grandmaster asks. Despite the agonising vice of his grasp, his tone remains sweet and mild, and the juxtaposition makes Loki – for a wild second – want to burst out laughing, even as his bones threaten to crack beneath the Grandmaster’s hand. “You… What, you don’t believe me?”

“No, I believe you,” Loki says hurriedly. “I believe you, Grand— Grandmaster. I merely meant… It’s hard, to…” Norns, what can he say? Every word he grasps at flees from his silver tongue, and the Grandmaster clucks his own, looking down at Loki with sympathy shining in the golden ring of his irises, his fingernails digging cruelly into the meat of Loki’s cheek.

“Aw, I get it. I, uh, I really do. Nobody’s ever told you how good you are. How… Pretty.” Good? No. Loki is not good, and no one has told him so – no one not out of their mind. But pretty? People have most certainly told Loki how pretty he is. The word is wrapped up in his apparently feminine features, in the wideness of his hips and the baldness of his chin, in the pinkness of his lips and the depth of his seiðr, and it grates on him, even now…

“No, Grandmaster,” Loki lies. “No one before you.” The Grandmaster releases Loki’s jaw, and Loki slumps in relief, heaving a breath into his lungs, even as the Grandmaster’s hand slides lower, palming over the side of Loki’s neck.

“We’ve got to get you, mmm, nice and clean, first,” the Grandmaster whispers. “Right? Right?”

“Right,” Loki echoes, for a second time, and just like that the Grandmaster is dragging him along toward the Grandmaster’s quarters. As they go, the Grandmaster carelessly unbuttons Loki’s clothes, dropping them aside, and Loki knows better than to protest, letting himself become steadily more naked as they move through the corridors, leaving his clothes behind him in some parody of the Midgardian tale of Hansel and Gretel.

Will he be eaten tonight?

Perhaps.

The Grandmaster draws Loki into his bathroom, which is palatially wide and tiled in shining gold, and Loki reaches out, sliding his hands over the Grandmaster’s chest, feeling the heat of his body, feeling the immense power hidden beneath so deceptive a frame. “Tell me again,” Loki murmurs, his voice sultry, as he looks up at the Grandmaster’s eyes through his eyelashes. The Grandmaster is only two inches or so taller than Loki, but for these purposes he leans in slightly, ducking his chin to emphasise their difference in size. “About tonight.”

The Grandmaster chuckles, dragging his hand through Loki’s hair too roughly to be anything but pleasurable, and Loki groans at the glorious drag upon his scalp. He feels the grease he wears in his hair bubble away like evaporating water, and he closes his eyes as he feels his hair settle in a thick, dark cloud around his shoulders.

“I need you… Pretty.”

“Pretty,” Loki repeats, the word acrid on his tongue. The Grandmaster beams, his beatific smile lighting up his face as he pushes Loki back onto an abruptly conjured chair, and Loki watches as a chest creeps across the room on a thousand little legs, dropping itself down before the Grandmaster and opening itself up.

“This is the Luggage,” the Grandmaster murmurs, with no small amount of affection, and Loki watches as he strokes over the side of the gilded wood. The chest purrs at the touch, and Loki keeps his own hands firmly in his lap. The thing feels distinctly odd – it is a sink of magic, where the natural energy in the air seems not to reach. “I, uh, I picked it up a long time ago…”

He draws out a few cannisters of pigment and some make-up brushes, and Loki feels himself sag in relief. Just paint, for his face… Yes. That’s nothing to be frightened of. Loki raises his chin, and he lets himself relax, lets himself enjoy the warmth of the Grandmaster’s fingers as he rubs primer into Loki’s skin, the lotion pleasantly cool against his flesh.

“You know what I love about you, Lo-Lo?” the Grandmaster asks sweetly.

“My arse?” Loki offers, and the Grandmaster laughs, genuinely laughs. For the barest moment, Loki feels dangerously, completely, at ease. He smiles at his own joke as the Grandmaster leans in, pecking Loki’s lips with a short kiss, and Loki feels his chest tingle with heat.

“Mmm, I, uh, I do love that,” the Grandmaster murmurs, but then he shakes his head, taking up a brush and running it through some light red pigment, beginning to dust it onto Loki’s cheeks. The sensation is far from unpleasant, the way the brush settles gently against his cheeks and highlights the position of the bone there, and Loki inhales, taking in the dry, chalky scent of the make-up. “No, no, kitten, what I, hmm, really love… is how I don’t need foundation. You’ve just got such lovely skin, so clear and clean!”

“Thank you,” Loki says, waiting for the catch. The Grandmaster smiles, showing his teeth.

“I guess that’s the, ha, that’s the benefit of wearing skin that isn’t real in the first place, huh?” There it is. Loki sets his jaw, staying in place for a moment as the Grandmaster tips his chin further up, beginning to dust more pigment against the lines of his jaw. “Why don’t you, mmm, why don’t you put that pretty, ha, that pretty blue skin on display, huh?”

“I will if you will,” Loki murmurs. The brush freezes against Loki’s jaw, and the Grandmaster stares him down. It was a stupid thing to say, a stupid thing— but the Grandmaster’s lips are quirked, and instead of offence, amusement shines from his features.

“Aw,” he murmurs, tilting Loki’s face to the side and brushing against the other side. “Guess you got real friendly with Ord when he was visiting a few months back, huh? Figures he’d, mmm, tell me some of my secrets. Did you tell him some of yours?” Ord Zyonz – the Gardener – had only visited Sakaar for a few days, but he had been fascinating. The Grandmaster isn’t ordinarily jealous, but he’d certainly been jealous of the time Loki had spent speaking with the other Elder – ever more so when Loki had asked questions about horticulture. It had been strange indeed, seeing Ord and the Grandmaster interact. Loki knows that none of the Elders are truly siblings, and yet the dynamic had been unmistakable.

“As many as I’ve told you, Grandmaster,” Loki murmurs softly.

“Careful, Ki-Ki,” the Grandmaster murmurs, his gaze hardening for a second. “The, uh, the sarcasm is only cute when peppered, mmm, sparingly in conversation.”

“Yes, Grandmaster,” Loki whispers.  

“Careful for this bit, honey,” the Grandmaster says, and Loki is silent as the Grandmaster daubs kohl under his eyes, then begins to paint his eyelashes, brushing them out to be thicker and darker. The scent of the mascara is stronger than that of the dried pigments, being as it is wet, and Loki inhales, taking its chemical tint deep into his lungs. “You like this, huh?”

Is it a trap? Loki doesn’t know. It’s never possible to know.

“Yes,” he says, at length.

“Good boy,” the Grandmaster purrs, and the patronising lilt to it makes Loki’s stomach do an awful flip. There is nothing stopping him from fleeing – this, Loki knows. There is nothing keeping him bound in this chair he sits in of his own will, naked to his skin, with the Grandmaster painting his skin to be prettier.

He could run. He could flee, and he could fight, and he could— But what is the point? The Grandmaster would catch him before he so much as reached the edge of Sakaar City.

When he sees pencil of a lip liner, he parts his lips, and the Grandmaster chuckles as he traces the line of Loki’s lips, drawing them to be bigger, further enhancing the natural cupid’s bow of Loki’s upper lip— Why not just make him shapeshift? Loki doesn’t know. He certainly doesn’t ask.

“Now, honey, I’m, ha, I’m really trusting you here,” the Grandmaster says as he fills in Loki’s lips with a waxy lipstick, and Loki furrows his brow slightly, but he cannot talk, not while the Grandmaster is painting his mouth. “You’d— Golly, you’d better not cry between now and the big event.”

“I won’t,” Loki promises as the lipstick is set aside, and inside him, he feels a storm surge. Why would he cry? Why would he cry?

“Good, good,” the Grandmaster murmurs softly. “Up you— Get up, honey, get up. Hands on the side of the bath – that’s a pretty kitten.” It’s undignified. To go from sitting up in a chair to resting with his hands on the edge of the Grandmaster’s ridiculously large bath (fit for twenty people, if not thirty), his backside bared to the room— But then, the contrast is undoubtedly something he’s meant to be aware of. Loki catches a glimpse of his painted face in one of the mirrors on the wall, and he takes in the colours that have been painted onto his features. The highlights of his jaw and cheekbone are darker, in red, but the lipstick and the eyeshadow about his eyes are blue, darkly blue…

Loki hates that he likes it. The Grandmaster will dress Loki in his clothes, will paint Loki in his colours, and Loki not only accepts it, not only allows it – he likes it. Nausea tugs at his insides, and he stares down into the bath’s black bowl, which is stained with glitter, to keep from looking at his own reflection.

“See, we need you clean for this,” the Grandmaster purrs.

“I can clean myself,” Loki offers. “With my seiðr?”

“Mmm, no.” A finger slides over Loki’s cunny, which is dry and unprepared, and Loki whimpers, stiffening slightly. It wouldn’t be the first time the Grandmaster had decided to fuck him without giving him time to relax, without letting Loki’s own arousal ease the way. “Such a, ha, such a cute little noise. I just— Golly gee, honey, have I, uh, have I told you lately how much I love this little, mmm, this little quim of yours?”

“Last night was the last time, Grandmaster,” Loki mumbles, feeling humiliation burn on his skin, and the Grandmaster chuckles. The fingers pull away, and then return wet: the Grandmaster circles the pucker of Loki’s back entrance perfunctorily, then two fingers slip right in at once. The burn makes Loki grip tighter at the bath’s edge, groaning quietly as the ring of muscle is breached faster than it ought be.

“Well, I’ll tell you now: I love it. It’s just so… Convenient.” That’s an odd way of putting it. Loki turns his head back, trying to get a glimpse of what the Grandmaster is doing, but the Grandmaster murmurs, “Eyes front,” and Loki obeys like the dog he is. The Grandmaster’s fingers scissor within him, making Loki grunt, but then they pull back, and—

“What is that?” Loki demands as he feels the end of the pipe slip into him. It’s scarcely an inch wide, but it slips within him with ease, pressing inside, and a flared edge stops its press at the edge of his pucker… “Is that a nozzle?”

“Aw, wow. Yeah, that’s right, sweet thing. You know, that’d be such a fun game – me putting things in this, mmm, this lovely little ass of yours and you guessing what I’m shoving in there.”

“Fun,” Loki echoes, shuddering at the very thought. With a playful partner, undoubtedly, Loki would enjoy the wager, would enjoy the test of his own senses, but with the Grandmaster? He would put the most unbearable things within him, and delight in Loki’s attempt to make sense of the torture. “This is— This is an enema, then?”

“You’ve had one before?” the Grandmaster asks, sounding the slightest bit disappointed.

“No,” Loki mutters, despising that it is the truth.

“Good!” Loki opens his mouth to respond, but then there is water gushing into him, and he a tremor wracks his entire body. The sensation is indescribably strange. Firstly, the water is hot – so hot that it must be steaming, but Loki’s body is hardy indeed, and although it jolts to receive such hot liquid within it, it is no worse than the Grandmaster’s cock. Secondly, the… Sensation. It is one thing to feel the pulse of a prick within him, to feel spend paint his walls, but this? This is so much more, all at once. Water seeps into Loki’s body with such alacrity that it is alarming, smoothing easily over his inner walls and filling him from within, and Loki whines, gripping so tightly at the bath tub he worries the black marble might crumble beneath his touch. He feels his back arch, feels his weak knees quake, and the water does not stop.

No, no, it continues to gush within him, filling him so completely that Loki cannot help the breathless noises that escape his panting mouth, and he resists the urge to press his face against his upper arm, because if he does, his make-up will be smeared by the touch. “Aw, that’s… That’s really something.” Loki heaves in a gasp as the Grandmaster’s fingers trace the length of his curved spine, and still, still, the water is piped inside him! Will it never end? “You, huh, honey… You just take it like a champ.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster,” Loki says reedily, ashamed of the weakness of his own voice. The heat of the water, and the heaviness, is bordering on the line between uncomfortable and painful, and then the water seems to speed its press within him, furthering its descent into Loki’s bowels, and Loki feels his body cramp in protest. He groans at the pain, as his desperate, fervent muscles are pressed to breaking point, and he feels the need to release this weight somewhere – but to whence?

The nozzle of the enema bag keeps him carefully plugged, meaning not even the slightest bit of liquid is able to escape him. He feels that he will burst, that he will split into pieces, but he doesn’t, no… No, instead, his innards give way. They let themselves be filled by this marauding flood, and Loki can feel the absurd, the obscene, stretch of his belly as the water weights it down.

The Grandmaster’s hand slips beneath Loki’s body, and Loki can only manage a gasp as protest when his fingers play over the unmistakeably round curve to Loki’s belly, and Loki clenches his eyes tightly shut.

“You’ve been pregnant before, right?” the Grandmaster asks softly, and Loki grunts as he begins to massage Loki’s swollen belly in easy, counter-clockwise motions – it barely soothes his cramping muscles, but proves to relax him enough that yet more awful liquid can insinuate itself within him. “How does his compare?”

“It doesn’t,” Loki mutters between clenched teeth. “That felt natural. This is anything but.”

“Aw, I think I’ll get you to change your tune on that one before the, uh, before the night is out.” The fear bursts anew, blooming within him like a toxic flower, but then the Grandmaster’s tongue is slipping over Loki’s slit, and Loki wails. When had he become aroused? When had wetness begun to gather at the entrance of his quim, thick and slick and open?

The Grandmaster laps at the entrance there, and the conflicting sensations drive Loki wild: the painful cramps of his belly, the desperate clench of his pucker around the enema pipe, the awful, gentle touch of the Grandmaster’s hand against his swollen belly, and now his tongue, bringing glorious ecstasy amidst pain and discomfort.

The water stops. Loki could cry with the relief (You’d better not cry.) at the wonderful cease of it, and then the Grandmaster draws the nozzle out all at once, too-fast, too-fast, burning and he’ll leak… But the Grandmaster plugs him up just as fast, a plug that seats itself much too easily inside Loki’s body, its flared base keeping the awful water within him.

“On your back,” the Grandmaster says. “On the floor.”

Slowly, shakily, Loki slides down to his knees, and moving? Moving is the most unbearable thing he’s ever felt. The swell to his belly offsets his centre of balance, and he can feel the awful weight of the water within him, feel it slosh and shift inside his innards, and he whimpers as he drops heavily onto his back. His belly gives a jolt like an over-filled balloon, a sick, liquid movement assailing the surface of the taut skin, and Loki whines.

“Aw, that’s just… Mmm, isn’t that just a sight for sore eyes?” the Grandmaster asks in a purr, and his hands slide over Loki’s spread thighs, his gaze roving over Loki’s body. “That’s— Aw, honey, kitten, Loki… That’s beautiful.” The Grandmaster sets both of his hands on Loki’s belly, pressing against the taut skin and making Loki squirm beneath him, feeling the water shift in desperate need of somewhere else to go, and finding nowhere. “I’m gonna fuck you, okay?”

“Grandmaster,” Loki whines, disgusted by the desperation in his voice, and the Grandmaster shushes him like he’s little more than a frightened animal – and really, isn’t that what he must be, in the Grandmaster’s ancient eyes?

“It’s okay, Lo-Lo,” he says soothingly, shifting closer, between Loki’s legs, and Loki wishes he could get away, wishes he could move at all with the awful weight of his own belly pinning him on his back, and he stares down at its curve, ashamed at the heat within him. His cock, swollen and erect, is pressed right against the swell of his own belly, and whenever it jerks or jolts, it serves only to press its little head against Loki’s own skin. “It’s okay, it’s okay… I’m gonna, ha, I’m gonna make it all better.” The Grandmaster’s cock lines up against Loki’s entrance, and Loki feels his own cunt clench, as if inviting him in, but no, no, Loki is so full already, he can’t possibly—

The Grandmaster fucks inside him in one slick, easy movement, and the water within Loki is displaced. Loki screams, his eyes closing tightly as he arches his back uselessly, unable to lift his own belly from the floor, and he feels the heat of the Grandmaster’s length within him, feels his own innards shift and cramp even further with the additional intrusion.

“I don’t— ungh. I don’t see how this is getting me clean,” Loki mumbles, and the Grandmaster laughs, beginning to thrust his hips in long, measured movements, obviously intended to make Loki’s belly shift and slosh as much as possible. Loki imagines he can even hear it, hear the liquid within him—

“Well, sometimes you gotta get a little, ha, a little dirty before you can get clean, sunshine,” the Grandmaster replies, and Loki feels the ugly, creeping heat of humiliation, of true debasement, on his every inch of skin. He wishes he could crawl out of his very flesh, but he cannot: he can only spread his thighs slightly wider, encourage the Grandmaster further within him—

“Please,” Loki whispers, and he hates himself for it, but the Grandmaster smiles, and rewards him. One hand begins to massage Loki’s swollen, taut belly once more, pushing it up slightly, and his index finger and his thumb take hold of Loki’s straining cock, rolling it between the two. Loki keens, feeling himself come.

When had that gathered within him, that awful tangle of tightened muscles, that gathering of tension? It matters not: it all releases at once, Loki’s cunt clenching senselessly around the Grandmaster’s cock, and Loki is left writhing, no longer entirely aware of his very thoughts – he is grounded in physicality, and for a few seconds he is free from the awareness of it all, knows only the Grandmaster’s hands and his cock and the weight of his own body—

The Grandmaster’s spend is nothing like the weight of the enema. It paints hot at Loki’s inner walls, and Loki feels so dizzy, feels like he might melt into wetness, mingling with the filthy water inside him.

The Grandmaster lifts him like he weighs nothing at all, and the release of the water is the most relaxing thing Loki has ever experienced, leaving him languid and much like liquid in the Grandmaster’s arms, unable to do anything but cling to him, else surely he shall fall to the ground—

“And you didn’t even cry,” the Grandmaster murmurs, his tone singing with praise, and Loki sighs as the Grandmaster’s knuckles brush against his chin. “So pretty.” Loki is too insensate to protest, even inwardly.

“For you,” he mumbles, and he leans into the hand that weaves into his hair. “What did I… What must I be cleaned for?”

“Aw, honey,” the Grandmaster purrs. “For the party.”

“The party,” Loki repeats dully, not really comprehending. “Of course. Please kiss me.” The Grandmaster chuckles, and he licks his way into Loki’s mouth, his breath as incandescently hot as the stars, and Loki leans into it, convinces himself, for a second, that this is what he wants. His every inch of skin feels like so much melted ice, and he wishes this sensation would last forever, this wonderful languidness of his limbs.

“Can’t wait to, ha, see everybody take you apart,” the Grandmaster whispers. “You can’t ruin the make-up yet, of course, but later, when you cry for the pain… Gee, aren’t you, ha, aren’t you gonna look pretty with your mascara running?”

The illusion of contentment shatters like glass, but Loki is too relaxed to so much as stiffen. “Yes,” he agrees, his tone achingly casual, and the Grandmaster’s laugh rushes over his skin like water.

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Distractions

Hey guys! I have a lot of people that really liked Kiss Me and want me to do a second part, so here it be. Fair warning, I’m not super good at smut, but I tried. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Requested: Highly

Anonymous Requested:

- OKAI NOW! you have just broken my heart with your imagine; Kiss me! I NEED a part two to it or else I will not be able to sleep! IT WAS AMAZING PIECE OF ART i call that❤️ anyways part 2 would be appreciated for kiss me! Thanks😌

-I really liked kiss me!! You should do a part 2 where they DA is like we gotta distract Draco and his friends, and the reader is like don’t worry I can distract Draco. She distracts him by getting naughty with him if u know what I mean ;)

-Could I have a Draco smut pls?

Warnings: Swearing, smut, kinda dominant reader (sorry if that’s not what you want. It’s kinda all I’m decent at doing) 

The people Umbridge had appointed to roam the halls looking for people out after curfew were getter harder and harder to avoid. Everyone knew it even though no one mentioned it until too many people had too many close calls. Harry eventually called a meeting about it. All of you packed into the Room of Requirement waiting for a brilliant solution. 

“So, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed, Umbridge is putting more people out there to get ahold of someone that could tell her what she wants to know,” Harry said. A ripple went across the crowd of people, wondering was going to be done. 

“What should we do?” Someone asked. Harry rubbed the back of his neck. 

“We’ll have to find ways to distract them,” He said. A ripple of agreement. After that, people began creating groups to distract certain people. You noticed that everyone avoided taking Draco. 

“I can take Malfoy,” You said, loudly. Everyone turned to look at you. 

“How many people do you think you’ll need in that group?” Harry asked. You shook your head. 

“Just me,” You said, smiling. 

“Just you?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Bloody Hell, (Y/N). Have you lost your mind?” Ron asked, looking at you like you’d grown a second head. You laughed, shaking your head again. 

“Nope, I’m just that good,” You said. That had nothing to do with it. You just knew that you had better ways to take care of him than anyone else would. They didn’t have to know that though. 

“Exactly how long do you think you can keep him busy?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, pretending to think. 

“All night.” You took pride in all the surprised faces. 

“Really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Really,” You said. Just as she opened her mouth to say something else, Harry cut her off.

“If you think you can handle him, I trust you,” He said. You smiled, pulled your wand from your robes, and walked out into the hallway. 

You strolled down the same corridor you had the night Draco threatened to turn you in, hoping you’d run into him. If you stayed long enough, you knew he’d turn up. You were almost sure that they had routes that each person took. You took a seat in a little alcove and waited. Sure enough, you caught a blonde head walking towards you. Smirking, you sank into the alcove and dropped your wand just to make some noise. You heard his footsteps come closer to you. You smiled when his face appeared in front of you. 

“Hey, Draco,” You said, grabbing your wand off the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing? Anyone could have found you,” He snapped. You shrugged, tapping your wand against your thigh. 

“Careful, Malfoy, someone might go thinking you care,” You giggled. He snorted. 

“What are you doing here?” He barked, face hardening. 

“I was waiting for you.” His reaction was no less than pleasing. His eyes widened and he stiffed up just like he had when he demanded that you kiss him in the classroom. This only lasted for a fraction of a second before he glared at you.

“Have you lost your bloody mind, (L/N)?” He snarled.

“You know, that’s the second time someone’s asked me that today,” You laughed. You watched him force his breathing to stay even. “But, to answer your question, no.” 

“Then what are you doing in the middle of the hall when everyone’s sole purpose is to turn you in?” He asked, watching you as you leaned back against the wall. 

“I thought you might want to see me,” You said, grinning. 

“Why?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I thought you liked me,” You laughed. He was good at putting on a mask of cool indifference, but you saw the way he started to shift nervously. He swallowed thickly, not breaking that carefully crafted mask as he answered. 

“I suppose,” He said in an even tone. 

“Okay, so, I might just be horny. Either way, I thought we were on the same page,” You said, bluntly. He blushed lightly, almost unnoticeably.  

You waited patiently for him to process what you’d said. When he did, he gripped your wrist and dragged you all the way to a part of the castle you didn’t even know existed. Again, he pulled you into a dark room, this one smaller than the last. Once the door closed, he let you go and lit a couple of candles. Only enough to bring to room to a soft glow. It was a bedroom. 

“This’ll do,” You said. He stood not far inside the door with the same look on his face that he’d had that night. 

“Kiss me,” He breathed. 

Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his. His hands found their way to your hips, fingers pressing into them with surprising gentleness. You felt yourself smiling into the kiss as he began to rub small circles into your hips. Slowly, you moved your hands up, beginning to massage your fingers through his hair. You were surprised to find that there was very little product in his hair as you did. He hummed happily into your mouth. You pulled away. 

“Where’s all that fire from before?” You asked teasingly. His eyes narrowed. 

“Watch yourself, (L/N),” He grumbled.

“And if I don’t?” You asked. In all reality, you were just trying to rile him up. You wanted whatever spark that he’d created that night to come back. 

Instead of answering, he kissed you again, shoving forward with his bottom jaw and trying to get the upper hand. You could have laughed, if he thought you were going to roll over just like that then he was wrong. Nipping his lip, you began to lean your weight into him. Again you had him backed up against a wall in the midst of a sloppy, open mouthed kiss as you pulled his shirt off. Tongues tangled, noses bumped, and teeth clicked together as you got more into it. Fireworks began to go off again. You reached up and tugged his hair, surprised by how easily his head fell back. Smirking, you began to suck marks into his neck. There was something oddly satisfying about the dark bruise against his milky white skin. 

“Why do you, mmm, insist upon leaving marks?” He panted. You tilted your head up, smiling. 

“I like to mark my territory.” His eyes then took on that wild look again. That was the look you wanted. 

Quickly, he stripped off your shirt and began to run his hands over your exposed skin. You shivered despite the trail of fire each finger left in its wake. You’d almost forgotten how warm his hands were. You allowed your own hands to wander his body, trailing down his stomach and tracing along the edge of his pants. Goosebumps rose on his flesh as you began to rub against him. He slipped his hands under your bar again, rubbing over your nipples and pulling a soft moan from you. Looking up at him, you saw a smirk crawl over his face in a sinister way. He flicked at your nipple again. 

“Draco,” You moaned, softly. 

“Say it again,” He purred. 

“Draco.” The smirk grew and he trailed a hand beneath your skirt, softly brushing his fingers over your clothed clit. To return the favor, you began to massage him through his pants.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” He breathed, bucking his hips slightly towards your hand. You kissed him again, but only for a moment before he pulled back. 

“On your knees,” He ordered. You nearly laughed. 

“You’ll find that I don’t take orders well, Draco,” You said, lowly. His look of surprise was highly amusing to you. Pulling away from him completely, linking only your hands, you lead him to the bed. He sat, staring up at you like he wasn’t really sure what to do anymore now that you’d denied his order. 

“However, you will find, that I can be very obliging if you ask nicely,” You said. You weren’t entirely sure where this dominant persona was coming from, but you liked it. 

“What?” He asked, sounding a little offended. You dropped to your knees in front of him, leaning your face close to his crotch, and looked up at him with wide, (E/C) eyes that feigned innocence. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely. Tell me what you want, Draco,” You said, rolling his name off your tongue with a sensual drawl. He swallowed audibly as you began rubbing his thigh with smooth, fluid motions. 

“Suck me off,” He said, quietly. You locked eyes with him. 

“What was that?” You asked, sweetly. You began to unbuckle his belt, kissing his hip bones as you did. 

“Suck me off,” He said, a little louder. You pulled off his pants and began to press kisses to his clothed member. His breath hitched. 

“I believe,” You said, pressing a kiss to each of his inner thighs, “That I said ask nicely.” The frustrated groan that sounded above you made your lips twitch into a smug grin for a second. He remained quiet for a little while as you began to bite his inner thighs, creating marks. Another odd feeling of satisfaction washed over you knowing that only you two would know about these marks. Slowly, you pulled off his underwear, mildly impressed by his size. He stared down at you, looking smug for a second but, when you didn’t do anything, he glared. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” You said, blowing warm air over his tip. He stifled some kind of sound. 

“Please, suck me off,” He said, gritting his teeth. You smiled. 

“Much better.” Without much warning, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, please with the sharp gasp that followed. You kitten licked the head, swirling your tongue around it before pulling back and blowing air across it again. He shivered. 

“Don’t tease,” He said, though it almost sounded like begging. You could feel the heat between your legs flare at the sound of his voice. It had dropped an octave and become slower. 

You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly and pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach with your hands. He groaned, bucking his hips up. You gagged a little. Sighing through your nose, you placed your hands on his hips to keep him from gagging you further. 

“Merlin, (Y/N),” He grunted. “Where, ah, did you learn to do t-this?” You took him out of you mouth for a second. 

“You’re mom,” You responded, going back down. 

The longer you sucked, the more he strained against you in attempt you press farther into your mouth. At some point his hands has threaded themselves into your hair and gripped it hard. You hummed as you sucked him off, sending vibrations down his shaft in order to get the incredibly pleasing little gasps or get him to groan your name. His hand tightened in your hair. 

“ Fuck. I’m close,” He warned. You bobbed your head faster, pulling him almost all the way out of your mouth and dipping back again. He strained more against your hands and pulled harshly at your hair. 

“(Y/N)!” He moaned, cumming hard into your mouth. You swallowed and let go of him, coughing. 

“I hope you know that I expect you to return the favor,” You said, hoarsely. He nodded, seemingly in a trance as he stared at you lips. You were sure that they were slightly swollen and red.  

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” He mocked, vaguely. You shed the rest of your clothing and got on the bed. You hooked your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to you. As your eyes locked, your lips curled into a smirk. 

“Eat me out,” You whispered, leaning your head even closer so you could speak into his ear. “Please, Draco.” 

When he pulled back, his pupils had blown wide and his eyes had clouded over with lust. Slowly, he began to kiss down your neck to your chest, stopping briefly to suck and bite at you nipples. You hummed in pleasure as you felt your core throb. You gripped his hair loosely, silently asking him to go lower. He kissed down the length of your body, watching you closely as he neared your pussy. Slowly, he licked along your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. 

“Ask me nicely,” He taunted.

“I don’t ask twice,” You growled, gripping his hair painfully tight. He made a low sound somewhere in his throat. 

It was like a switch flipped. All of the sudden, he was lapping and sucking at your lips. You let out a loud cry when his tongue flicked your clit. He did it again. You pushed your hips into his face, but he didn’t hold them down like you had with his. He let you buck into his face and pull his hair to your heart's content as he ate you out. He ate you like you were his last meal. You felt you thighs shaking and a knot coiling in your stomach as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Jesus fucking christ. Draco!” You moaned as you came. He picked his head up to look at you, liquid silver eyes burning into your own. 

“You sound gorgeous when you moan my name like that,” He said. He licked his lips as he crawled over you. You leaned up, nipping his collar bones. Pressing a kiss to your mouth, he slipped a finger into you. You hummed softly. 

“Fuck me and I’ll keep saying it like that,” You purred. A second finger slipped in, followed closely by a third. Leaning over, he pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on. He smirked at you and you mirrored his expression. Teasingly, he pressed the tip against your lips. 

“Ask nicely,” He taunted. Growling, you flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips. A look of surprise washed over his face. 

“No.” With that, you pressed him into you. You both gasped at the feeling. For a moment, you were still, adjusting to the size of him. Finally, you started moving. Bouncing up and down on him, you changed angles to find that one spot that would make you scream. You felt his hands ghost over your hips and you glared at him. 

“Touch me and I’ll stop,” You said, sharply. In response, he whined in a high pitched, almost childish, manner. “Hands on the headboard.” He did as you told him. 

You placed your hands on his chest, splaying your fingers out over the muscle, as you rode him. Draco sucked his lip into his mouth to keep from making sounds, but you pulled it out with a smile. You wanted to hear him as much as he wanted to hear you. You loved it when he moaned your name. You muttered his name over and over again as you circled your hips a bit. 

“I want to touch you,” He whined. You nodded, letting out a low moan. One of his hands went up to play with your nipples and the other gripped your hip. 

“Oh god, Draco. Feels so good,” You moaned, throwing your head back. 

“Merlin, (Y/N), you’re so beautiful,” He panted. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of you, giving the illusion of a glow in the candle lit room. He thrusted up to meet you every time you slid down. Your eyes fell closed and you leaned over him so you faces were close together. 

“Fucking hell.” He cupped your face, pulling you into an open mouthed kiss as your thrusts became sloppy. That knot tied in your abdomen again and you let out a low whine. You weren’t sure who came first, but you both threw your heads back. 

“I love you!” Draco yelled as he came. You swallowed his words with a kiss as you rode out your orgasms together. 

Eventually, he slipped out of you and you fell next to him in the bed. He quickly disposed of the condom. Both of you laid in the warm afterglow, panting. You glanced over at him, admiring the way his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and the way his cheeks flushed to such a rosy pink. Draco was beautiful. Then it hit you. He said he loved you. Sitting up, you looked down at him. 

“You love me?” You asked quietly. His eyes shot open and his blush flared. 

“Shut up, (L/N),” He snapped. You offered him a tired smile. 

“I don’t know if I love you yet, but I sure as hell could get there,” You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his red lips. He blinked in surprise. 

“Could you?” He asked. You nodded, laying your head on his chest. 

“I think I could.” And that was the truth. Being with him, in any way, shape, or form, meant having those fireworks go off. That was all you needed right then. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, (Y/N),” He said, quietly. A slow smile spread over your face as you both fell asleep. You wondered what you were going to tell the trio when you got back in the morning. 

[blackcat-horror]

Darkness, Pt. 4

This part is longer than the last few, since I really wanted to get it all out before I lost it. Enjoy!

WARNING: Contains horror, gore, violence, body horror, blood, profanity, and anyone who suffers from Nyctophobia, or has a weak stomach should not read this. You’ve been warned.

The house didn't have a single light on when Catherine got home from work, save for the porch light. She paid it no heed as she closed the garage door and went through the laundry room into the kitchen. Everyone was probably asleep, and that worked in her favor. Her feet were dragging, and she couldn't lift her arms after an eight hour shift of scanning cans of pumpkin puree, turkeys, and bags of potatoes. She hated the holidays, and couldn't wait till her next days off. Too bad that was in another three days.

She flicked the switch for the dining room lights, and hesitated when they didn't turn on. She tried again, then gave up and went to check the box in the garage. She didn't find anything wrong with it, except when she tried to turn the power back on, there was no change in the darkness in the house. She swallowed hard, remembering how when she was a child, her brother used to torture her with ghost stories that left her nearly catatonic for months.

She shook it off, then used the flashlight of her cell phone to find the spare flashlight up on the shelves above her dad's workbench. It was where it was left as always. Luckily the batteries had just been replaced. Clicking it on, she went back into the house to find some candles.

As she moved past the dining table, a dark shape darted under it, hiding in a corner, followed by a low growl. Catherine kneeled down, sweeping the beam under the table. It was her cat, Othello. He watched her with flattened ears and his body backed as tightly into the corner as possible. His eyes were huge, glowing yellow from the reflected light. He mewled as he watched her, realizing it was her, and he inched forward, but only slightly.

Catherine frowned as she watched her cat. She'd only ever seen him like this once, and that was when he was a kitten, and he had just become acquainted with the vacuum cleaner. Catherine still had the scars on her leg from where he climbed up her and launched himself onto the fridge and stayed there for several hours. But even then, he came to her when she held her hand out to him, but not now. Now, he flinched away from, and even hissed when she tried to pet him.

“What is wrong with you, baby?” she cooed, then froze when she heard an odd sound come from upstairs. It was the sound of claws catching on carpet, like when she used to have a polydactyl cat, and you could hear him wherever he was, even when he nails were clipped.

Only, this sounded bigger. Much bigger.

Catherine's hair stood up on the back of her neck as she stood and pressed her back against the wall, hiding the flashlight's beam with her hand, which was beginning to shake. It sounded like the noise was moving towards the rooms at the far end of the house, which was away from her. She took the opportunity to try to sneak towards the front door, which was maybe ten steps away from where she stood. Her stomach clenched, and she found her hand going to the crucifix at her throat, a tiny thing she'd been given at her baptism, and kept since, although she'd long since stopped believing that her prayers would ever be answered. Now she was wishing she'd been just slightly more devout, but the cool metal still comforted her.

The dining room floor was risen a few inches above the living room floor, as a way to deter people from stepping on the carpet with dirty shoes, but Catherine had other things to worry about than a little dirt. As she stepped off the landing, there was a soft, wet squelch, which nearly made her whimper. She pointed the flashlight down first, and then she looked down. Oh, how she wished she hadn't.

Her mother's prized plush eggshell cream carpet was soaked in blood. It was dark- arterial blood, her mother would say, from watching too many damn crime scene investigation shows. The blood only filled a small spot, but even that was too much for Catherine to accept.

Smaller spots, but not too much smaller, led away from it, and she followed the trail, across the coffee table, onto the floor again, and then up, across the socks and sweatpants of Catherine's mother, and landing on the bloody mess that used to be her chest. It had been ripped open like a steak and lobster dinner, and most of her organs were partially devoured, or missing altogether. The light flickered as the hand holding it began to shake violently, and Catherine's throat and chest tightened as her body struggled to take in air, and her knees turned to water, folding under her and making her collapse and drop the flashlight.

It bounced slightly, rolling, and her eyes followed it as it came to stop on the strange, hairy form of something she could only think was a grotesque Halloween decoration, except for a couple things. It was breathing, and it was moving towards her.

It lunged, screeching at her, and she screamed in response, snatching up the heavy duty flashlight as it grabbed her, sinking its claws into her shoulders. She struggled and screamed her heart out, bashing it in the head with the flashlight. That seemed to stun it somewhat, and it let go. She kicked at the creature, pushing it off and making a run for the front door.

Yanking it open, she made a start to run, but then she heard Othello screech and hiss. The creature had decided Catherine was too difficult to kill, and was going to go for him instead. It was having some trouble reaching him as he backed into the corner.

“Oh no you fucking don't!” she snarled, then grabbed a lamp, ripping the cord from the outlet, and bringing it down on the creature’s head. “Get the fuck away from my cat, you motherfucker!”

She continuously brought the lamp down on the creature, which yowled in pain the entire time, even managing to slash at her calf, making her stumble, but she made sure the creature was no longer moving before she grabbed her cat, her bag, and her keys, getting in the car and speeding towards the nearest hospital. Unseen by her as she drove away, a limping silhouette climbed up onto the top of her roof, and somehow managed to take off into the night.

“So what are you trying to tell me you saw?” the police officer asked as he took notes in his little book. He looked ready to drop, and definitely looked like he didn't want to be here, taking notes from someone he clearly thought was crazy. The nurse was taking her vitals, and Othello was curled in a tight ball in her lap, unmoving due to shock. It had taken some coaxing, but they allowed it when she flat out refused help if they removed him. If it wasn't for the pain medication going through Catherine's system now, she would've told him to shove that notebook right up his ass. It wasn't like she wanted this to happen in the first fucking place.

“Look, I told you. It was like something out of a 90's vampire movie, okay? It was uglier than balls, hairier than them too, and had big, red eyes and nasty little teeth, and it had bat wings, with opposable claws.” She gestured, gingerly, towards her wounds, which were now stitched up and bandaged. The doctor had said it was a miracle the artery hadn't been hit.

“Are you sure you didn't just see a Halloween decoration, miss? Maybe you imagined seeing this... animal attack you, and the image was impressed on your mind when the real attacker injured you?”

Catherine did her best not to roll her eyes. “Officer, with all due respect, I don't think a normal human being could rip open a woman's chest and devour most of her fucking organs! So no, I don't think it was a fucking Halloween decoration!”

The nurse glanced at the officer, who looked like a deer in the headlights now, and was having trouble finding words. He muttered something sheepishly about protocol, and she scoffed.

“Protocol would be asking me if I was on drugs or some bullshit, but I can prove that I'm not, because my work requires random tests thanks to some of the fuckwits I work with!” He bowed his head in shame, scribbling some things down as he started to tuck tail and leave the room. “You want the paperwork?” she yelled after him, ready to fight despite her sluggish state. “I got it all! It's in my house, but be careful not to trip over the fucking corpse!”

“Please, relax, Catherine,” the nurse, Daniela said, sighing softly, petting her back. “You're going to rip your stitches and hurt yourself more.” She helped Catherine lay back and adjusted her pillow. “There, take deep breaths. We won't let any more police question you until you feel better. All right?” She smiled warmly, putting a blanket over Catherine's legs.

Catherine suddenly burst into tears, clutching Othello as he huddled on her chest. “My.... She... She didn't even stand a chance!” she sobbed, taking in shaky breaths. “I couldn't do anything to help her!” She hiccuped, pressing the heel of her hand to her eye.

Daniela hushed her, rubbing her upper arm. “I'm so sorry, Catherine, I really am... But you saved your cat, didn't you? He's here with you, and that counts for something.” Catherine nodded, sniffling, taking tissues when she was offered some.

“Hey,” a gravelly voice said from the doorway, making them both jump. It was a big, older black guy, dressed in a trucker getup. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he looked down at Catherine. “You said somethin' about a big bat lookin' thing, right?”

“Please, sir,” Daniela began, “She doesn't need this right now-”

“I'm not gonna harass her, Nurse, don't worry.” He turned his attention back to Catherine. “So, that's what you saw, right?” “Yeah, I saw it, but no one believes me.” “I believe you,” he stated with a straight face. Catherine and Daniela felt their jaws drop. Catherine couldn't believe what she was hearing. “You... You actually believe me?” Her head was beginning to spin from the drugs kicking in more, and her eyes grew heavier. “You're shitting me, dude...” “No, I ain't shittin' you. I believe what you said you saw, because I've seen it too.”

That sobered her up real quick. “Wait, what?”

“Yup. I saw it, and I hit it with my truck, and I picked someone up who looked like they went through what you did, but a bit worse. She's in the room down the hall, if you wanna meet her when you're ready.” Catherine nodded, but her head was beginning to loll, and eventually sank back into the pillow.

Daniela tucked her in slightly, then nudged him out of the doorway.  “You can talk to her again in the morning, when it's visiting hours,” she added sternly, closing the door.

The man nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek slightly as he glanced through the small window in the door, watching as Catherine slipped into a peaceful, albeit drug-induced sleep, her chest rising and falling slowly, but he noticed that her left hand was clutching the blanket with a white-knuckled fist.

[elvendara]

(Snarkymc here) please please whenever you have time write a fic about MC or the whole RFA finding out Jumin can dance. You know the dance I want 😉😗😍 Please.

Spent all day working on this! LOL, Still don’t know if it’s good enough, but damn, I think I’m having a hot flash just thinking about dancing with Jumin! I hope you like it @snarkymc . And any other Jumin lovers!

 “Whyare we here?” Jumin had to raise his voice over the music and loud conversationin the packed club.

MCpulled him down so she could speak into his ear. “It’s Zen’s night Jumin, tryto enjoy yourself, this is where he wanted to celebrate!” Jumin grumbled butlet her lead him to a section in the back that had been rented out for Zen’sparty. Had it not been for MC he would have found an excuse to not attend.Well, perhaps not, after all, Zen was part of the RFA and Jumin did want toshow his support. He wondered if Zen had chosen this horrid club just to getunder his skin.

Zensat on the red couch next to Jaehee, Seven on his other side. MC led Jumin tosit on the love seat adjacent to the sofa. Equally as garishly red as the sofa.Yoosung was right behind them and sat across from MC and Jumin on anotherloveseat. His eyes were wide and excited. In the center was a glass coffeetable with several margarita glasses and a full pitcher in the center.

“Isn’tthis amazing? A co-worker told me about this place and I couldn’t think of abetter place to celebrate my big break! Besides, I need to start practicing Latindancing!” Zen’s grin was from ear to ear. He had landed a lead role in a newmusical. He was excited and so was the rest of the RFA. He took the pitcher andbegan to pour it and hand the glasses around. When everyone had one in hand, heheld his out.

“Here’sto learning something new, and crushing it!” he said.

“Here’sto how lucky all those girls are going to be when they see you shaking yourass!” Seven piped it. Yoosung giggled and Zen rolled his eyes.

“Herehere!” Jaehee raised her glass, a small blush on her cheeks. She was dressed ina short flared skirt and a black glittery top. MC thought she looked amazing,and sexy. She made a note to try and get her out on the dance floor so that shecould let loose.

Juminraised his glass lazily, saying nothing. MC and Yoosung raised theirs as welland they all yelled, “Here, here!” and drank. Zen almost finished his andpoured more into his glass. Seven put his down, not even taking a sip, andYoosung pursed his lips at the taste, licking them and taking another sip witha sigh. Jaehee and MC took modest sips and Jumin held his glass on his lap, hiseyes scanning the writhing bodies on the dance floor, his eyes narrowed. He cockedhis head, eyebrows knitting together. MC wondered what he was thinking. Was heanalyzing the movements? Was he interested in a particular woman? She foundthat she was slightly jealous at the thought.

“Thinkingabout hitting the dance floor Jumin?” Zen teased. “I’d like to see that. Maybethen we’d see you fail at something.” He laughed.

Sevengrinned, but his focus was on Zen.

Juminturned to Zen, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

Zen’ssmile dropped and he glared at the businessman, at least he hadn’t come dressedin his business suit. He wore a pair of black slacks and a collared polo shirt.He decided to let it go and try to enjoy himself. He stood up and held his handout to Jaehee.

“Let’sshow them how it’s done my lovely lady!” Jaehee choked on her drink, her eyesgoing wide.

“Oh,I…I don’t know how to Salsa Zen! I would make you look terrible!” he laughedand took her drink, setting it on the table and lifted her up by both hands.

“We’resupposed to be having fun! Technique doesn’t matter.” He led her into thepressing mob of bodies.

Yoosungwas still sipping his drink, his eyes glittering as he watched the dancers, hisfoot tapping to the beat.

Sevenhit Jumin on the shoulder. “Hey! You know what you should do!”

“Shutup Luciel!” Jumin glared at him for several seconds, his jaw set, his eyes steely.

Seventhrew his hands up, “Ok, ok…your choice.” He stood and grabbed Yoosung, causinghim to spill some of his drink down his front.

“Seven!”Yoosung tried to get some napkins after setting his drink down. But Seventugged him towards the dance floor.

“Let’sparty!!!” Seven shouted, Yoosung was stammering something about lookingfoolish.

MCwatched them as they set foot on the dance floor and Seven took Yoosung in hisarms and began to dance a very strange Salsa indeed. Yoosung kept stepping onhis feet, but it only made Seven laugh more.

Sheshook her head then turned back to her husband. Jumin’s focus was no longer onthe dancers, but on the drink he still held on his lap. He had yet to take asip.

“Don’tlike margaritas?” she leaned in and whispered in his ear. Jumin shrugged. MCtook the drink and placed it back on the table next to hers. She threw her legover his lap and her arms around his shoulders. He turned to her and theykissed, their lips meeting for a brief second, Jumin tasting the saltiness ofthe margarita on her lips.

“Didwhat Zen say upset you?” she asked as she lay her head on his shoulder, closeenough to brush her lips against his neck.

Juminshook his head, “No, not really, I’m used to his taunts.”

MC’shead came up, “’Not really’?” she asked.

“Youknow what I mean.” Jumin backpedaled.

“Ido, and if you had dismissed his words, you would have been more definitive.You don’t vacillate Jumin. It either is, or it isn’t, there is no ‘not really’.”Jumin loved that she knew him so well, but he was still not used to how easilyshe could read him. He sighed and turned towards her, laying his head againstthe sofa, she lay her head beside his, staring into his grey eyes.

“Iguess, yes, it did annoy me, him assuming I am a bad dancer.”

MCsmiled at him and cupped his chin. “You don’t have to be good at everything youknow. Nobody expects you to know how to dance this.” Jumin’s eyes flashed and hesat up straight, her leg falling off him, her arms broken apart at his suddenmovement. He still faced her.

“Youtoo? You just, what, assume you know what my life has consisted of?” he washurt that his own wife believed the same thing that Zen did.

“Jumin.I’m sorry, I just, well, dancing doesn’t seem to be something that a man likeyou actually does. Oh god, that sounds awful even to me. You’re right, I shouldn’tassume anything.” She slipped her arm between his and his body, laying her headon his shoulder once more and staring up at him with sorrowful eyes. He visiblyrelaxed, but he still held himself stiffly.

“Wait!”MC’s head came up. She looked from Jumin to Seven, who was still draggingYoosung around the dance floor, although they both seemed to be having a goodtime, and back to Jumin.

“Whatdid Seven mean?” MC remembered how Seven had looked at Zen and how he hadspoken to Jumin.

“Hemust have done a background check on me, I assume, much the same as he did witheveryone who belongs to the RFA.” Was his unsatisfying answer.

“Areyou telling me…that you know…how to…SALSA?” MC’s heart was racing, was it possible?Did her husband know how to Latin dance? Could he get any sexier than he alreadywas? Just the thought was making her wet. She bit her bottom lip and the lookin Jumin’s eyes told her that he could clearly read her thoughts. His eyesflicked down for an instant and his smirk made a moan escape her lips.

Hisbody turned towards hers and his hands went to her lower back. His face wasless than an inch from hers, “Would you like that Kitten? Do you want me totake you for a spin on the dance floor? My hips rolling against you.”

“Godyes!” she breathed.

“What’sin it for me?” he asked slyly, running his hands up her thighs and under hershort skirt. Oh how he had tried to change her mind about that skirt, but nowhe was quite enjoying it. His thumbs ran across her already saturated underwearand she shivered.

“What…whateveryou want baby.” Her cheeks were ablaze and her chest heaved rapidly. Jumin’s eyebrowsrose.

“Anything?”he asked. “You know what I want.” He whispered in her ear, his tongue flickingout as his thumbs continued to rub your slit.

“Ok…anal…youcan fuck my ass tonight Jumin.” He pulled away so fast she was left flushed,desperate, and disappointed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, headingtowards the press on the dance floor. Zen stopped dancing, Jaehee confused,turned to see what had caught his attention. Seven stopped as well and pointedwith his chin for Yoosung to turn around. The RFA watched as Jumin swung MCaround with a flourish and caught her in his arms. His hips began to move sideto side as his feet began the basic Salsa step. MC’s skirt flared out as herhips rolled, keeping time with Jumin.

Hiseyes were glued to hers, a half smile on his face.

Heled her quite skillfully and MC felt safe following those leads. He took herleft hand and swung it down and around before breaking their hold on his rightand having her turn under their clasped hands then bringing her back into closedhold and returning to the basic step. He led her through a cross step in frontof him with them ending up opposite from their beginning positions. His hand onher upper back was warm and steady.

Hetwirled her around the dance floor with confidence, his shoulders were looseand rounded, bouncing to the music. Gone was the stiff posture of the businessman.His arms were flexible, his hips impressive. Before long there was an openingaround them as those who were next to them moved aside to watch the couple. MC couldn’ttake her eyes of her husband. His steel grey eyes piercing through her. Hisbody rolled, relaxed and flexible. She began to pant, both at the exertion andat how incredibly sexy he looked, his dark hair falling over his eyes, strandsplastered to his sweaty forehead. He wasn’t necessarily breathing hard, but hischest was rising and falling, his eyes glittering, MC realized that he washaving fun! This was Jumin Han having fun and she laughed. He joined her,opening his mouth and throwing his head back, he let go. He dropped all of hisboundaries and drove through the dance floor with his beautiful wife, the worlddisappeared and all that was left was her and the music.

He pulledher in and twirled her around, setting her down and smashing their lipstogether, kissing her as passionately as he had danced. He pulled away fromher, his smile radiant, his eyes on fire. His hips kept swaying, his feetlight. They danced back and forth, up and down, side to side. He led her aroundthe dance floor with ease and flare. When the music died he pressed his heavingchest against hers, their breathing was harsh as he met her lips once more, hishands on her lower back. MC hands behind Jumin’s neck, fingers interlaced.

“DamnedTrust Fund Kid!” Zen hissed. Jaehee snaked her arm around his waist and pressedinto him, trying to comfort him. However, she had to admit, the dance had been extremelyimpressive.

Sevenand Yoosung were screaming and clapping, along with the rest of the crowed,which hooted and hollered. Seven put his fingers in his mouth and whistledloudly, dropping his arms around Yoosung and shaking him excitedly.

Therest of the night was a fun filled blur, even Zen had fun, when he stoppedthinking about how good Jumin was on the dance floor. Jumin had to fend offseveral women, and men, who wanted to dance with him. He ended the night ascrimson as Zen’s eyes at the salaciousness of stranger’s whispers. When theyarrived back at the penthouse in the early morning hours, Jumin reminded MCwhat his reward was to be. She had no problem fulfilling it.

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