#but this time she just. instantly relaxed and just purred while i braced her against my shoulder and petted her and it was so nice 😭

[princess-stabbity]

earlier today i went to pick lilac up off my chair bc im evil and mean and wanted to sit there, but for once when i picked her up she was utterly content? instead of trying to escape?? so instead i just snuggled her for a few minutes and put her back in the chair when my arms got tired

#lilac #she's 100% one of those cats who think they're too big to get picked up so she usually hates it #but this time she just. instantly relaxed and just purred while i braced her against my shoulder and petted her and it was so nice 😭 #she's so fuckin huggable it's a tragedy she doesn't let us do that more often #she's like...if you crossed a teddy bear. a shiba inu. and one of those memory foam mattress toppers

[fanficsrusz]

POWER - Henry Cavill Smut

Warnings: Smut.

Pairing: Y/n x Henry cavill

Summary: Y/n's plan to seduce Henry backfires but in a wondrous way.

Word Cound: 7.7k

A/N: Its been a while since I've posted anything and I feel a little nervous 😅. However I've missed the thrill of creating a world all of my own. I also apologise for any spelling/grammatical mistakes. I havent edited anything for a long time so yeahhh. 

Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed ❤️

"You're drunk" 

The accusation, issued through Henry's teeth, was an angered hiss and Henry's reaction was everything that Y/n could have wished for… And more. 

Y/n forced a little hiccup, feeling it bubble its way through her body before it made its escape out of her mouth, and almost laughed at the thin set of lips across from her that stayed in a straight line. 

He looked positively prim - just like he always did. 

"No-" she defended, "-I'm happy". The correction came with a sly smile, her upper body leaning towards him across the bar, her inner amusement increasing as she watched his body stiffen in annoyance.

 Henry was keeping a distance between their bodies, as if he thought her intoxication may be infectious. 

The hold he quickly took to her waist was more of a brace rather than an intention as she swayed forward and then backwards. 

"Don't you want me to be happy, Henry?" 

Y/n pouted, tilting her head back and looking at him with what she hoped would be a sultry invitation. She laughed, a bold, wicked sound that drew a few glances from others in the bar. Henry stared stiffly over her head, swallowing the lump in his throat that had seemed to form as he grew more irritated with the woman's involuntary outbursts. 

 "For God's sake, Y/n, control yourself", he whispered tightly. 

Was he embarrassed by her lack of inhibition? No. It was quite the opposite. He felt… lost. As if he had no idea how to act in the situation he had found himself in. 

It was normal for him, the playboy, to taunt her with his fancy words, to distract her with his sinfully dark looks and honeyed phrases, but turn the tables and he wasn't quite so poised himself and Y/n felt a delicious thrill of power at the knowledge that she had him off balance. 

She deliberately let herself go  limp in his arms, and, when his grip relaxed in relief at the stability her body found, she quickly slipped under his guard, pressing the entirety of her body sinfully against him. 

Her tactics immediately threatened to backfire as Henry's coldly rigid body seemed to be generating an incredible amount of heat and that in itself was enough for her to lose focus of her goal. 

She rested her check against his chest and willed away her trembling response even as she measured his annoyance by the wildly uneven thump of his heart. 

"You'll regret this tomorrow," he told her sternly, his hands tightening painfully on her waist.

"'Why in hell did you drink all that champagne? Do you want to make a total fool of yourself, jeopardise a deal with Dere-?" 

"Rubbish. Derek thought I was as graceful as ever; he told me so," y/n said airily, thinking that it was too late to regret drinking at a business meeting with her boss and other potential clients. 

Y/n moved steadily in his arms to prove it, brushing her breasts against his chest, hoping that the crushed velvet of her dress would hide the multitude of her sins that had seemed to accumulate quickly throughout the night and not to mention the past year that she had worked beside Henry, every single dirty thought she ever had about him portraying itself as nothing more than a red stain upon her cheeks and chest. 

She had never been sinful before, always a dutiful daughter, just as she had later been a faithful business partner to Henry but there was only so much a woman could take before she had to take drastic measures. Now she was neither a daughter nor a business partner. She was Y/n Y/l/n. Herself. A woman before anything else and more specifically a woman with needs. 

"You're the only one who thought I was wrong for declining the partnership" , she drawled mockingly, too caught up in her reckless self-absorption to monitor his surfacing awareness. "Chill out, Henry. If you can't fix it with a snap of your fingers, you might as well lie back and enjoy the open bar…" 

The thud of his heart had settled down to a swift, arrhythmic beat that set up a sympathetic vibration throughout her body from her scalp to the soles of her restless feet.

There was a small pause as he manoeuvred her pliant body away from another couple that wanted to get to the bar. Then he tilted his head to look down at her.

 "Chill out?" Amusement leaked through his iron control as he suppressed the grin he held in tight. " wow- I never thought I'd hear street-slang from that elegant, business-lady mouth of yours…". 

For a second Y/n gulped, thinking she had lost all control of the situation that she had perfectly built up all evening but then Y/n moved dreamily against him, fully immersed in her ideal scenario. 

She linked her arms round his back and arched her neck slightly so that she could see his expression. 

"But I'm not a lady tonight, Henry, I'm a woman," she said huskily.

 "Should I lie back and enjoy that too?" he enquired cynically. 

That conjured up indecent images that for a moment left Y/n shocked, breathless even and if it wasn't for the distant sound of a glass breaking somewhere in the bar then she would have stayed in her trance like manner. 

Her lips parted as she tried to say something sophisticated in response but she couldn't think of a thing and for a moment she feared that she had lost the edge. Y/n bit her lower lip and suddenly he had control over her again, his voice rough with threat, as he gave her a small shake.

"Behave yourself, Y/n. Stop being so fucking provocative. You should go home" 

"I'm not ready to go home yet" she mewled, eyes darting over to the dance floor that served as a pick up ground. 

Henry sighed, his eyes following her gaze

"One dance, that's all you get. Then I'm getting you out of here before you start leaping onto table-tops and doing the can-can!" 

"What a killjoy you're turning out to be, Henry" with fresh fury, she suddenly spun out of his arms and danced freely for a few moments before cutting mischievously in on another couple. Soon Henry was glaring murderously over the shoulder of a blonde woman while Y/n languished in the sweaty grasp of a nervous young man who was very aware of the hovering blue-eyed menace.

 When Henry cut back in a short time later, Y/n was relinquished with ill concealed relief. 

"You're playing with fire, Y/n" , Henry warned, his firm hand taking hold of her again. This time he held her so captively close that she could feel the lines of his suit being imprinted on her velvet dress. 

She had the feeling that if he had been able to shackle both her wrists behind her back without attracting attention he would. He wanted to cage her, tame her, but tonight, surrounded by the security of a crowd, she was determined to be untamable, just to see how far she could push him. 

"Mmmm, I know, and I feel so gloriously toasty and warm," she murmured wickedly, waggling her eyebrows at a passing male. 

Henry swore under his breath and pulled her flirtatious eyes away from any male that passed by capturing her gaze before she could perform some similar impropriety. He quickly brought his own hand to his mouth to mask his aggression in the pretence of courtesy. She had been right about the shackling. 

"You're drunk", he repeated raggedly, more as if he was telling himself than her. She rather liked the hint of desperation that seeped into every word he spoke. It was almost as satisfying as having him grovel at her feet. 

Y/n laughed, a sensuous 'cat-with-the-cream' look of satisfaction on her face as she widened her eyes and purred, "But not incapable, darling…".

She tamed a deliberate misstep as she spoke so that her leg slid caressingly between his thighs as they turned. 

Henry almost stumbled as she lifted her knee, briefly applying the pivoting pressure of her thigh firmly to the juncture of his. Her provocation had an immediate effect and she drew back instantly, finally aware that her teasing had gone too far. But it was too late. Henry had reached the end of his tether. 

"Fine -" he seethed, "-we'll do this the hard way then" 

Five minutes later Y/n  was belted roughly into the passenger-seat of her own car. 

" I'm perfectly fit to drive, Henry" she raged at the man who slid angrily behind the steering wheel before inserting her keys into the ignition. 

"I'm as sober as you are!"

" For your sake, I hope that's a lie, Y/n". 

His voice was nothing but a growl and y/n felt the shiver that started in her groin slowly rise up through her spine. 

"But if it is true then maybe you've done me a favour. If you were teasing me deliberately I don't have to feel guilty for what I'm about to do." his eyes stayed focused on whatever he was staring at, his fists curling tightly around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned pale. 

"Do?" Y/n asked faintly as the car sprang into motion with far more power than she ever managed to coax from under the unimpressive bonnet.

"Did you think I would calmly walk away like an obedient lap-dog when you got tired of your little game ?"

 "I...I... didn't think-" she began to splutter. 

"No? Just instinct, was it? Trap the beast, then rattle his cage until he howls? Wasn't that your goal?" 

"Henry!" 

He hadn't looked at her since they had got in the car, driving with a narrow-eyed concentration, but now he slipped a grim sideways glance at her shocked expression and what he saw there seemed to ease his ferocious tension but the wolfish twitch of his mouth wasn't reassuring

"You did, didn't you? You really thought I'd let you get away with it. You didn't think I'd have the guts to drag you kicking and screaming out of there" 

Y/n swallowed the dry lump in her throat. She had definitely underestimated her victim and definitely forgot to plan this far ahead. 

"'I wasn't kicking and screaming," she protested weakly, avoiding the obvious answers he wanted.

 "Not on the outside maybe. But your innocent act never did cut any ice with me" Henry's eyes glanced over at Y/n

Y/n clenched her fists tightly, until her nails dug into the palm of her hand, but she barely noticed. The only thing she was really aware of, was the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage of her chest. 

It wasn't until she looked up into the rear view mirror, that she noticed she had been biting her lip so much so that they were almost as red as the lipstick that had wiped off hours ago. 

"Scared, Y/n?" Henry jeered softly as she swallowed again, this time audibly. "You should be." he said lowly

"What about your own car?" she began weakly, hoping that practicalities might prevail where argument hadn't. 

"I'll pick it up tomorrow." Y/n went quiet. This fantasy was easier to plot when she didn't have to concentrate on parrying his verbal thrusts and she tried to calm her nervous actions with whatever had made her think that she could best him at his own game. 

She wished she were drunk but all she could do was hope that the drive would cool down that scorched male pride. All she could do momentarily was create another plan. 

When they would finally get back to her apartment building she would placate him, contrive to convince him that it had all been a silly mistake. For all his threatening manner, she knew instinctively that he wouldn't use violence to enforce his threats. He didn't have to... all he had to do to seduce her was to take her in his arms and then she would be at his mercy. But once she had bolted her door on him she would be safe from her own wicked urges. 

He could rage and huff and puff all he liked but he wouldn't be able to get in. The irony was rather quaint. All the security locks that he had insisted she have installed on her doors and windows when he first found out she lived alone in a not so friendly neighbourhood would ensure that her virtue remained unassailable - well for tonight at least. 

Y/n had almost convinced herself that she had already outwitted him when she noticed the unfamiliarity of their route.

"This isn't the way to my home!" 

He ignored her. The moving light thrown by the passing street-lights illuminated his shadowed expression. It was a hard mask of satisfaction.

 "Dammit, Henry, where are you taking me?" 

"I told you. Home." 

"This isn't where I live." 

"I never said I would take you to your home. I simply said 'home'. It's not my fault that you assumed I meant your home." 

Henry turned into a steep, dark, curving driveway that seemed to drop away directly into the deep black glitter of a Lake that Y/n didn't even know existed in the area. 

 Y/n's heart was in her mouth as the car swooped towards the water, but when they reached the lower curve into darkness, security lights suddenly flickered on and she saw the brick paved courtyard clearly for an instant before the car was swallowed by the lower level of the house.

The garage door closed automatically after them, and for a moment after Henry cut the engine, the only sound in the softly lit enclosed space was the faint ringing echo of the metal door. Y/n was irresistibly reminded of the metallic springing of a trap. One that she had baited herself into.

"Welcome home, Y/n." Henry leaned towards her and she flinched, but he was merely flicking open her seatbelt.

She couldn't see him smile but she could hear the amusement in his voice as he continued, "No, not here in the car. I'm not so crude as to take up your generous invitation without due ceremony and at least a few comforts." 

Henry leaned even further, reaching across her to push open her door, this time dragging his arm deliberately against her rapidly rising breasts as he withdrew. 

"Get out. I'd prefer to go inside" he purred dangerously, pointedly placing her car keys out of reach in the inside pocket of his jacket.  

" but If you can't restrain your wild passion and don't mind a little discomfort I'm quite ready and willing to make love to you against the dashboard" 

Y/n was up and out of the car with as much alacrity as her fumbling apprehension would allow. His mocking laugh as he followed suit had her searching for the door, but he was there before her, opening it with a flourish and a small bow.

" After you. " 

All the way up the narrow, spotlight staircase, Y/n was aware of the movement of her hips and legs, the breathless difficulty in her chest and, most of all, the steady, inexorable masculine tread that stalked her. 

The room at the top of the stairs was shrouded in darkness, relieved by vague glimmering white shapes that made her gasp. 

"Afraid of ghosts, too, Y/n? What a timid little thing you're turning out to be…". The murmured words smoked across the small area of vulnerable skin between her shoulder-blades, exposed by the discreet scoop of her gown, whispering across her sensitised nerves. There was a faint click and the room sprang into light. 

The white shapes were sheets, draped over bulky objects. 

Even the floor was covered by a dark green sheet, and the reason was obvious. The walls were stripped and primed, but had not yet had their first coat. 

They were in the kitchen, Y/n guessed from the positioning of the shrouded fittings. Scattered about were cans of paint and rolls of wallpaper, brushes soaking in paint and the odd ladder or two. The only ghosts here were those of the tradesmen. 

Yet,  Y/n's heart continued to flutter with a deliciously disconcerting fear, an excited apprehension.

 Without a word Henry took her by the elbow and ushered her impatiently through several more similarly dust-shrouded rooms with the unswerving instinct of a guided missile, not bothering to turn on any more lights. 

The place seemed huge, and as silent and brooding as the explosively primed man beside her.

 "You-you're redecorating!" Y/n grabbed at the chance to divert him from his relentless intention. Honestly it surprised her that she had known him for so long and yet had never seen his home, he didn't even talk of it much. 

Henry didn't answer and she fell quiet. 

He let her resistance slow him but he didn't let his grip ease. He had already been taken by surprise once too often that night.

"Have you been feeling hunted, Y/n?" Her answer was in her uneasy sidelong look. He smiled secretively. "Now you know how I felt this evening: like the helpless prey to your brazen huntress…" Y/n flushed, her whole body heating at his words. She had been brazen, utterly so, and she had enjoyed it far too obviously to try to deny it now. 

Henry let her dwell on her folly for a moment before he murmured, "The answer to your question is…" his slow smile drew out the suspense for a wickedly long second "...perhaps." 

His eyelids drooped, not quite hiding the predatory gleam that smouldered in the darkness. He was still very, very angry and he wanted her to know it.

  "Certainly it turned out to be very convenient for you…"

 His free hand came up under her other elbow and he stepped around to face her, forcing her backwards and into the realisation that while he had held her enmeshed with his equivocating words he had been slowly backing her to the wall.

"I'm no one's convenience," she spat, determined not to see the effect his calculated menace was having on her already chaotic nervous system.

"You have to admit you qualify in one or two forms of the dictionary meaning, Y/n," he drawled, driven to foment her the way that she had tormented him. "You're certainly suitable for my purposes and needs and you're close by... but no, I don't suppose you could be considered "easy to use"...

The fear that had inhibited her flared into an open temper at his overt mockery. 

"If you think I'll let you-" "-Challenging me, y/n?" he interrupted softly, and watched her hesitate as she realised the certain consequences of goading him from her very vulnerable position.

"Actually," he continued almost kindly, "it's a little late for second thoughts. You've led me this far with your little game. Now it's time to pay the piper…" He dipped his head and to her tingling shock bit her gently on the side of her satiny throat. She reared back, but there was nowhere to go, no escape that didn't involve going through that broad-shouldered, lean-hipped wall of male arrogance!

"led you! You're the one who practically kidnapped me" She was appalled to hear the breathy lightness in her words when she had meant them to be firm. 

"Mmm. Exciting, isn't it?" He bit the other side of her throat. "Just think how thoroughly helpless you are right at this minute. You're in a strange house, while I know every nook and cranny. All the exits are deadlocked. Even if you ran, where would you run to? I'm stronger than you are. bigger, harder, faster. You can't get away, no matter how hard you try. I can do anything I want with you. And there's nothing you can do about it, except…" 

" Except what?" The mouth skimming her throat was having as violent an effect as his taunting words, arousing the deeply buried desires that she had tried to deny. 

" accept what you caused" She felt the curve of his lips against her smooth skin, heard the amusement in the sensuous rumble.

 He was laughing at her. 

He wasn't content with merely seducing her. No, he wanted to humiliate her, too.

Sudden panic struck and with a fierce surge of strength she shoved at his solid chest. To both their surprise, he staggered back, far enough for her to dart away. With a roaring curse he gave chase.

Y/n's heart hammered as she scuttled from the safety of one covered piece of furniture to the next. She froze, listening for the direction of his pursuit, but Henry had also stilled. He was out there somewhere, crouched and aware, listening, just as she was, waiting to pounce. Her skin prickled hotly and she could feel the blood pulsing heavily through her veins. Y/n shivered with a strangely febrile excitement. She peered around what appeared to be a small table and saw a graduation of the blackness - A doorway!, 

Taking a deep breath, she took to a low crouch and ran for it. As she did so she felt a rush of air as close as a blow and a throaty growl. He had only just missed her! She couldn't help letting out a little scream as she abandoned stealth and bolted, darting breathlessly to the darkened room.

Henry was never far behind and at first she was grateful that he didn't switch on the lights, the better to find her, but as his taunting laughter infiltrated the night she realised that he was revelling in the chase...and so was she! 

Her inner certainty that Henry would never physically hurt her, even in genuine rage, gave an added piquancy to the situation. 

She had challenged him in the most clemental way possible and he was responding in a way that was as different and exciting as he was. 

The panic which had precipitated her flight became a delicious terror as the teasing game of hide-and-seek continued. 

Sexual tension flourished in the shrouded silence like a living thing. He was no longer in a hurry to catch her, whispering silky-voiced threats into the night that curled her toes and dampened her palms, describing in sensual detail what was going to happen when he found her.

 It didn't take Y/n very long to break. When Henry suddenly went quiet her imagination ran riot. She pressed herself even more tightly against the reassuring solidarity of what appeared to be a sideboard and quavered, "Henry?". 

There was no answer and she tried hard to sound convincingly calm. 

"Henry, this is ridiculous. Why don't you turn on the light and we'll talk about it sensibly?" Sensible was the last thing she felt but she couldn't stand the waiting no longer. 

Y/n was just close enough to the edge of her self control to try shameless grovelling.

" All right, so I acted foolishly this evening. Now you've got your revenge and now we're even aren't we?" 

Silence 

"okay fine , yes, I admit it!" she cried. "I pretended to be drunk to tease you but…" 

Silence,

"I did it because... because I didn't expect you to respond." And may God not strike her down for that awful lie!

 "I wanted to annoy you, that's all. It was wrong of me. Childish. I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine. You always seem to have this - control over me. I just wanted to get under your skin for once."

Silence 

"Henry? Henry!' Her placatory tone slipped badly. 

" Fuck!, stop it. Henry, this isn't funny anymore!"

A soft chuckle floated out of the darkness. Y/n was too disorientated to guess its direction and she whirled a full circle. 

" I'm not playing your stupid game any more, Henry, so you may as well come out. I won't try and run away again. I promise."

Silence. 

Y/n began to tremble, not from fear but from helpless desire. Dammit, why didn't he come out and finish what she had started already. There was a soft sound to her left, a tiny echoing click that acted like a trigger on her taut nerves, catapulting her automatically to the other wall of the room, where she backed hastily between two tented objects that provided her with a solid sense of security. A false sense, she discovered, when a hand suddenly whipped across her mouth from behind, smothering her scream.

 "So much for your promises, Y/n," came the clipped murmur in her ear. "That was only my cuff-link. You ran straight into my arms."

 The hand across her mouth tightened as she tried to protest, and an arm lashed around her waist, drawing her back against a hard, familiar body. He hadn't lied in his silken whispers. He was just as aroused as she was by their foolish game. 

She stood there for a moment, her head against his shoulder, trembling and breathless. She tried to speak and tasted the sweat of his palm. Instead of dropping his hand he trailed it deliberately across her lips, his fingers curving into her parted mouth, stroking the inner surface of her mouth and fondling her tongue with an intimacy that was far more shocking than any explicit sexual caress.

Her heart thundered in her breast as he softly probed her moistness, scaling the breath from her lungs, as he whispered, "Do you like this, Y/n? Your mouth is like wet satin, wrapping around my fingers. Use your tongue, tell me if you like the taste of me…" The sheer intoxication of his husky plea made her moan and he quickly let his hand drop. 

"Am I hurting you?"

 She couldn't answer and his hand continued to fall, until it settled on the firm roundness of her left breast, his palm cupping her, feeling the pounding tumult within.

" You...frighten me," she managed to say, her taste buds tingling with each word, drowning in the full flavour of him. 

"This isn't fright, Y/n…" His hand tightened and then released, to flatten and move against her in soft rotation, compressing the flesh in a way that made her tremble even more. 

"This is excitement. You wanted to be caught, didn't you? You're as curious about me as I am about you, only you wouldn't let yourself admit it. Tell me now if this is not what you want, Y/n, because from here on in I can't guarantee my control…"

As he issued his rough command his hand moved to explore her other breast. The hand around her waist strayed, fingers splaying against her velvet belly, digging into her softness, reaching for the ache that was forming in the pit of her stomach. His mouth was moving against her shining cap of hair, seeking the sensitive hollows at the nape of her neck. 

 He was handing control to her because she made him feel wildly out of control. She had never driven a man so wild with desire that he didn't know what he was doing...

"Henry, God, -" 

"don't say no, Y/n. Not now." He spun her tightly in his arms and she made a discovery that drenched her with sensuous delight. 

"Your clothes…" 

He had taken off his jacket and tie some time during his dark pursuit and unbuttoned his shirt so that it hung free from his broad shoulders. The hands that she had placed against his chest met with bare skin- hot, damp, satiny skin covered with thick, soft hair. His heart was almost leaping from his chest and he shuddered as she pressed her palm harder against him, marveling at the strength and power rippling beneath the skin.

"I got hot, chasing you," he said.  "I still am. Wanting you makes me that way. Hot and so ready that I can hardly stand!" 

He made a subtle movement with his hips and groaned as he brushed against the thick velvet folds of her dress. She felt a fresh moisture break out on his skin and in an instinctive gesture of acceptance leaned forward to nuzzle it from his chest, her mouth inadvertently brushing against one of his large, flat nipples in his nest of hair.

He made a choking sound in his throat, arching back to give her free access to his upper body and in the process ground his swollen hardness against the juncture of her thighs

"do it" 

Y/n barely heard his ragged plea. Henry was so exquisitely responsive to every tiny movement she made, even to the very breath from her lips upon his skin, that he was soon deep in the toils of a dreamy delirium. 

She  wasn't aware of the rip he made in the back of her dress when his shaking hands wrenched the zip down, only of the molten sensuality of his gaze as he steered her into a shaft of light near the window and studied her breasts. nestled in their cups of pure white lace. 

"Did you wear this for me?" he asked thickly, roughly tracing the outline of the lace across the curving swells. "Did you want me to take off your dress tonight, Y/n? To admire you like this?" 

 His arousal was so flatteringly intense that she couldn't deny him the truth.

 "Yes…" 

She closed her eyes, gasping as she felt the stroke of his thumbs across the seams, finding the rigid tips that were evidence of her own desire. He made a sound and she felt him kneel to pull her velvet gown over her hips, revealing the white panties and suspender belt in the same simple lace design as the bra, demure yet sexy in their essential femininity.

 He made another sound, this time deep and guttural, his hands running up the backs of her thighs, pulling them closer and parting them slightly. 

She opened her eyes, clutching at his naked shoulders as he moved his mouth hotly against the lacy front panel of her panties and pressed a string of kisses from the soft skin at the tops of her stockings to the deep, frantic pulse at the hollow of her hip. 

Y/n could feel the cool air along her pussy as warmth settled there. Rough hands sent a shiver through her body as they ran the length of her thighs, kneading her ass before finding their way back to her pussy, and pushing her panties to the side  for a better look at what she had to offer. Y/n shook and he purred in approval of her reaction.

Henry pressed forward until Y/n felt his lips along her folds, teasing her before delving deeper. Y/n gasped at the first taste, the tip of his tongue poking at her entrance, her arousal spilling forth. Henry ran the length of her pussy until he flicked her clit, the twitch it brought forth made him snicker into her skin. He dragged his tongue along her clit again, grazing it over and over as her pelvis flinched unwillingly.

“shit,” she hissed, trying not to moan though it felt so good.

Y/n clung onto his shoulders, the buzz she felt in her stomach coming closer to finding its release. Her thighs trembled as he grew more persistent, his tongue agile as it drew forth an orgasm but just before she could relish in the exquisite feeling, he pulled away. It had been almost a year since you had been pleasured by anything other than her own hands and this was starting to drive her mad. 

The sight of his dark head moving against her and the sensations he was creating made her cry out in helpless need and he looked up, a dark blush crossing his face when he saw her starlit expression. 

He stood and kissed her on the mouth until they were both breathless. Then, still holding her, he reached behind him, dragging the sheet off the nearest object.

It was a smooth, polished mahogany dining table, it's dark surface reflecting the muted lights from the moon.

Y/n imagined him laying her down on that smooth hardness and leaning over her, feeling the melting pleasure of his touch. 

Henry turned her, pressing her hips against the carved mahogany edge.

"I've never made love on a table before," she whispered raggedly, hoping that she wouldn't disappoint him with her relative inexperience. No doubt he was used to women who were terribly adventurous and sexually sophisticated. She thrusted the jealous thought away and linked her arms around his neck, reminding herself that she could make him shake with passionate need. She could make up with enthusiasm for what she lacked in experience and he would never know the difference. 

He stilled and she was afraid that she had destroyed the moment with her naive little confidence. Henry lifted his head and looked at the table behind her. Then he stopped and swept her off her feet, lifting her into his strong arms.

 "No, not here," he said hoarsely. "The first time should be in a bed.." He began to move with Y/n in his arms and she turned her hot face against his broad chest, adoring him for caring enough to make this exactly right for them. 

"I don't want to wait." She told him shyly of her need and his arms tightened, the muscles of his shoulders and neck bunching into prominence as his stride quickened.

 "You won't have to." He turned into another doorway, dipping an elbow against the wall until twin lamps glowed, their light filtered into a soft, golden delicacy by the cloths that swathed them. 

Henry didn't let her go as he removed the covering over the bed and stripped back the dark feather quilt. When he finally put her down it was on to crisp white sheets that released a lavender fragrance to mingle with the heated scent of arousal that perfumed their bodies.

Henry stood by the bedside, looking down at her. Then he spread his hands, revealing the light tremor that shook his hand ever so gently. 

 "Look what you do to me. You make me weak. No one has ever had that effect on me"  Y/n reached out a hand and touched his trident stomach. 

"You're the strongest man I know," her hand ran down his stomach and over the muscle underneath as she moved down to his belt. She tugged at it gently

"I want you" she purred. 

The knowledge of their mutual desire flared in his hungry eyes, hardening the planes and angles of his face until it looked as rigid as his body under her exploring hand. He caught her wrist before she would have touched him intimately, folding her arm back into the pillow behind her head he knelt beside her.

 "Say it again. Say my name." 

"I want you to make love to me, Henry." Her words were a promise to give him all that he wanted and more. 

"No more running?" he raised his eyebrow jokingly and Y/n shook her head, unable to speak as he unclipped the front fastening of her bra, sensing that he wanted her to lie quiescently as he bared the last secrets of her body. 

She felt shy, like a precious gift being gloatingly unwrapped, but she didn't resent his moment of purely masculine triumph. The glory of the moment was also hers, this beautiful man that she had known for so long finally hers. He was giving himself to her and asking nothing but what she was willing to give in return. For tonight and perhaps for many nights to come she would let him satisfy the hunger in her soul, colour the cold grey corners of her world with a warmth and vibrant life that would dispel, at least for a time, the loneliness she had come to accept many years ago. 

"I want you, too…" she whispered as she welcomed the joy of his touch. 

Henry undressed himself with a fumbling haste that she found inexpressibly exciting and when he came down on to her she gasped at the violent energy of his enthusiasm. Y/n stared up at him, his cock hanging out for all to see. 

The controlled, disciplined man she had grown to know vanished completely. In his place was a greedy, intemperate, ardent and impetuous male, urgently intent with plundering each and every lavish pleasure of flesh. 

Henry smirked, his hand slowly pumping his dick a few times before he bent down and slid the tip over her slit and pushed inside roughly, allowing her no resistance as he filled her entirely.

This moment when he took her would live vividly in her memory forever.

 The shocking reality of his first thrust stilled them both but then he stilled, chest shaking, half across her body, his head buried in the curve of her neck. 

'Surely he's not going to stop now,'  y/n thought hysterically as her body slowly adjusted to the agonising fullness, and she felt the involuntary ripples of tension begin to absorb him even more deeply into her being. 

 Y/n dropped her head back as she let out a low growl as he thrusted sharply, allowing a moment between each as they were jolted into the bed. His hands were on her hips, holding her down as he slid in and out. 

Relax and enjoy was about all Y/n was capable of doing as his sensual onslaught built towards a fiery climax. He devoured her, feasting on her body with blind hunger, biting lushly into her skin, sipping and suckling the sweetness from her achingly swollen breasts as his hands adjusted her body around his, moaning and shuddering so violently when she even lightly caressed his body with her own that she  resorted to merely riding the exquisite storm as he sank deeper than before. 

Henry groaned and y/n felt a sudden burst of warmth, his cum leaking down her legs as she let the feeling of her own orgasm near

She plunged a hand into his sweat-drenched hair, and pulled his head back.

"Henry-" 

The moan came quickly and she hardly recognised him as she gawked up at him. His mouth was full, reddened, the skin drawn tightly over the bones of his face giving him a lean, hollowed-checked wildness, his deep set eyes open but blank with inner turbulence. He looked almost totally insensate. 

Y/n felt shaken by a sudden wave of tenderness as his cock slid over a soft spot inside her, her fingers curling tightly into silky-damp hair.

"Henry--" 

The tenderness flooded her being and was just swiftly followed by another wave of intense feeling as Henry stiffened and pulled back slightly, the pupils of his eyes contracting, his jaw clenching as he fought the blind instinct that was relentlessly driving him. 

"I hurt you, didn't i." he gritted. "I went too fast for you. I'm sorry." He moved up on his braced arms and tried to withdraw further but she stopped him, almost sobbing.

"No... oh, no" 

Henry hesitated and she moaned again, this time a bitter protest, "No, please, no, not yet…" 

Y/n's pussy tightened and she murmured in delight as he slowly thrusted against her again, her sensitive walls sending a thrill up her spine.

She was fighting to hold on, and he watched, puzzled and then fascinated, as she moaned, her eyes wide with a strange fear and confusion. Her fingers slid laxly out of his hair to clench and unclench helplessly on the pillow. A deep rosy flush spread up from her damp, heaving breasts to mantle her throat and face. He realised then what was happening to her and waited, afraid to move again for fear of breaking the wondrous spell, watching hotly as the inexorable momentum built swiftly to a flashpoint.

 Only when she rolled her flushed cheek sideways into the pillow did he move, cupping her face with his strong hand, forcing her to look at him.

 "No, let me see... let me watch it happen to you...I want to watch" 

Her eyelids fluttered at his husky command, her blush deepened, but she was too enraptured to feel embarrassed, too stunned by the speed of it all to deny him anything he asked. Her mouth trembled and parted and she began to gasp in light, shallow breaths that made her flushed breasts quiver deliciously, invitingly. 

He bent and touched a stiff pink nipple experimentally with his mouth, very gently. She jerked and cried out, exploding beneath him in a series of violent convulsions that almost unseated him. He gripped her thighs and held her steady while she sobbed and moaned and poured herself into him, and then, as she melted lovingly around him he at last began to move, uncertainly echoing her undulating movements until he established his own powerful rhythm, this time driving her with him, until his raw shout of exuberant satisfaction signalled that the whirlwind was spent. 

~

In the morning Y/n  was grateful for the resilience of her relative youth. Even after a long hot shower, her muscles ached with the extravagance of her strenuous exercise. She felt as if she had been battered, not by one whirlwind, but several. And she had. If she had thought that Henry's incandescent passion would swiftly burn them both out she discovered, through the ravishing reaches of the night, that she was marvellously mistaken.

 His desire, like his curiosity about her body, had proved insatiable. And, although the second and third time they made love it was not with the stunning speed of the first, it was still fiercely, gloriously energetic. He encouraged a boldness in her that she hadn't known she possessed. 

He made her feel unutterably sexy, as if she was the only woman in the world who could satisfy his lavish appetite for lovemaking, and he devoted and demanded the same kind of single-minded commitment to creating pleasure that he did to his more worldly objectives. In short, he was every bit the fantastic lover she had imagined he was.

Y/n smiled to herself as she sipped her coffee. Was this a case of being hoist by her own petard? If so, everyone should have such a virile executioner! 

"You look quite disgustingly smug." 

 Henry had showered, brought her coffee and toast in bed and casually dressed in front of her with the ease of a man who was thoroughly satisfied with himself and the world in general.

"You're looking fairly smug yourself," she answered boldly. 

"Making love in the morning obviously suits us both and in the evening, and at night. By the way, what are you doing at lunchtime?" Y/n couldn't stop blushing and Henry smirked.

 She wasn't that bold - yet.

 If she and Henry were lovers for long she didn't doubt that she could become very, very brazen. 

"Eating," she said repressively. 

Henry refused to be repressed. "you're a wicked, decadent woman." He leaned over and tugged at the sheet that was tucked over her breasts and down to her waist. Y/n squeaked and held out her cup, afraid she would spill some of the hot liquid as he bent to lightly kiss her rosy softness. 

" is all of you on the menu, or just selected divine parts?" 

"You're a glutton!" Y/n murmured weakly, closing her eyes, shivering at the tingling pleasure his delicately teasing tongue evoked. 

"Ouch!" Henry winched, The coffee having splashed onto his cheek as y/n unconsciously let the coffee cup slip.

"Serves you right." She didn't pull up the sheet, sitting primly among the crumbs and cotton sheets, deliciously aware of the contrast between her nudity and his dark, formal suit as he moved away. 

He had told her he had an early meeting --one reason for the necessity to rouse her just after dawn by making love to her sleepy, languorous body. 

Waking up to find Henry inside her was just one of the new, fresh pleasures of life! 

"Will you meet me for lunch? This meeting should be over by then." He straightened his tie in front of the mirror then walked back to her.

"If you want me to…" He cupped her chin, reminding her of the way he had refused to allow her to hide from him last night.

 "I want you to. Make no mistake about that, y/n. I have no regrets. None." 

"Good." She lifted her chin and tried for a little of the sophistication he was no doubt used to. "I wouldn't like to think that I had disappointed you." 

To her annoyance, he laughed. He straightened, letting his fingers trail down her throat. "There wasn't much chance of that, believe me." 

"Oh, are you so confident of your prowess?" she snapped defensively, feeling suddenly restless and mentative. "You can turn any woman into your personal love machine?" 

He seemed unruffled by her irritable crudity, a strange smile still playing around his lips.

 "On the contrary. I'm afraid I have no basis for comparison." 

"What?" Y/n stared at him blankly.

He scooped up a slice of toast and bit into it. "Couldn't you tell, Y/n? Was my gift such a paltry thing? I thought one's partner could always tell." 

What was he talking about? To her horror, Y/n suddenly realised that, although he had used protection afterwards, that first, rough coming-together had been utterly spontaneous and Henry certainly hadn't held back. Did he purposely try to get her pregnant? Was he not really the man she thought he was? No- that couldn't be it. 

 "What gift? T-tell- me. what?" she stammered, raising her cup to hide the quiver of her mouth, hoping he wasn't going to prove as selfishly arrogant as she suspected!

" Why, that it was my first time, of course." And, as she continued to stare at him uncomprehendingly over the top of the cup, his smile gentled into a tender warmth. "You were my initiation, Y/n. I gave you my virginity, you gave me my manhood." 

And, leaving her gasping and choking with shocked disbelief, a pool of hot coffee soaking into the sheets around her, he calmly turned and walked out of the house, a new found pride in his stomach and so much more to be discovered.

Taglist (added in reblog ❤️)

#Henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you #henry cavill one shot

[fanficshiddles]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 10

‘Are you sure?’ Loki asked Mia.

Mia nodded. ‘Yeah… I have often fantasised about it… I just, don’t know how I will actually take it.’ She said blushing.

Loki smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘That’s why we have the safe word. But this isn’t a punishment, it’s just for fun and to see where your limits lie in regards to a spanking. So that I know when you have been naughty how firm a hand you actually need to make it hurt.’

Her eyes widened a little and she swallowed the lump in her throat. The thought of being spanked by him was exciting… albeit a little scary. She had never been spanked before so had no idea how she would take it really.

It might be even just the first smack might be too much for her. Neither of them had any idea.

Mia knew he was strong, of course he was. He was a God after all. But his hands were large too, she knew he would cover quite a large span of her bum. Those hands she had gotten to know rather well. Often his long fingers delving between her thighs, teasing her clit and making her cum the past week. Or tickling her, which he enjoyed doing to make her laugh.

Neither of them could get enough of each other. Loki still came embarrassingly fast when she used her mouth on him. She found it hilarious and quite exciting that she could make him cum so quickly. Loki was working on trying to last longer, to enjoy her mouth more.

They also enjoyed grinding against one another after discovering how pleasurable and intimate it could be at the same time, without penetration. Mia was still delighted with that discovery.

Loki sat down on the bottom of the bed, he was wearing suit trousers with a black shirt, he started folding the sleeves up his forearms as he looked at Mia, who was standing a few feet on front of him.

‘Take off your clothes for Daddy, little one.’ He said lowly.

Mia still felt shy around him when anything sexual was first initiated. She ignored the way it felt like her face was on fire as she started to remove her dress.

They were not long back from a dinner date. Mia loved the way that Loki treated her like a proper princess. He made her feel so special.

‘And your panties.’ Loki smirked when she stopped at just taking off her dress.

Mia slid them down and stepped out of them, pleasing Loki. ‘Good girl.’

He put his hand out for her. She took it without hesitation and he helped her over his lap into position. Legs dangling down and her head down the other side. Her bottom at the right angle for him.

She was so excited, but a little scared at the same time of the unknown. But she trusted Loki, she really did.

‘Relax, my sweetling.’ He hummed, smoothing his hand softly over her bum. ‘Do you want your hands free, or would you like me to restrain them?’ He saw her toes curl at his question, so he had a feeling he knew what excited her more.

‘Uh… restrain… please, Daddy.’ She whispered.

Loki took her hands behind her back and held them firmly with one hand. Mia felt like she could slip off his lap at any moment, but he had a good hold of her and wouldn’t let her fall.

‘Mmm, this is a delightful position to have you in.’ Loki growled playfully. Mia giggled and closed her eyes, she was kind of glad she couldn’t see his face in this position, knowing she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. She felt so vulnerable right now for him.

When she felt his hand disappear from her bum, she braced herself and tensed up. But Loki noticed and he waited a moment. When she started to relax a bit, that’s when he struck.

As his hand connected with her backside, she yelped and jumped, her skin burning instantly under his palm. He rubbed over where he had just hit and gave her wrists a reassuring squeeze. ‘Alright, sweetling?’

Mia took a moment to catch her breath. ‘Ye… yeah.’ She squeaked. If that was him being gentle, she knew it was only going to get so much harder.

And it did, but not quickly. Loki did a few more swats in the same tempo, her skin started to turn a delightful shade of red. And it burned, but Mia was ridiculously turned on too… She was rather surprised at her body’s reaction to that kind of pain.

Loki smirked when he saw how wet she was becoming, her cunt was glistening beautifully. He smacked her again, making her yelp. Then he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers through her folds and over her clit, making her whine and squirm on his lap.

‘Oooo, sweetling. You are incredibly wet for being spanked.’ He chuckled while stroking her clit.

She didn’t respond with words, just mumbles and whimpers, making Loki smile. He loved how she was like putty in the palm of his hand.

Loki couldn’t resist making her cum, not that the point of this exercise was that per say… He just couldn’t resist it, he loved making her cum far too much. So with a few more well-placed smacks and some more stroking, she trembled on his lap and moaned as she came.

He petted her bum gently for a moment, until she was over her orgasm. Then he got back to business with the spanking. His hits getting harder and harder, until he knew he was at her limit. It was no longer exciting, it was painful and on the edge of unbearable. He could tell by the way the noises coming from her were no long moans or whimpers of surprise, it was becoming cries of pain.

Stopping and sitting her up, he saw her eyes were watery just before she hugged him tightly, hiding her face. He stroked her back softly and rocked her back and fore.

‘That was the very fine line right there between fun and punishment, wasn’t it sweetling?’ He asked knowingly.

She nodded against him. He leaned back and gripped her chin softly, so she had to look at him.

‘Were you close to using your safe word?’ He asked.

‘I… I don’t know.’ She said quietly, glancing down.

‘Speak to me, Mia.’ He urged on.

‘I just… It kind of surprised and scared me how much I enjoyed it. Before it became too painful. I didn’t think I would like pain play, even a little. I don’t want to like pain.’ She said shyly, fiddling with the collar on his shirt.

Loki smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a spanking for fun. You see, it’s the intimacy. My hand being there, marking you physically too. The vibrations likely stimulating you, since it’s so close to your quim. It all adds up.’ He grinned at how shy she seemed from talking about it.

He flipped them around on the bed, so she was beneath him and giggled when he nuzzled her nose with his own. He took hold of her wrists gently and raised them up above her, holding them together in one hand he stroked her cheek with the back of his other.

‘Do you feel like you enjoy being restrained?’ He asked, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

‘I… think so.’ She nodded eagerly.

Loki’s smile grew even larger and he gave her wrists a squeeze. ‘Perhaps I should tie you to my bed for a day, make you cum repeatedly, then you might not have the same opinion about it.’ He threatened playfully.

He felt her shift slightly beneath him at the thought, her eyes glazing over a little and her cheeks burning bright. The thought arousing her.

But first he had more important things to sort out. He had her roll over onto her stomach as he had a tub of cooling cream appear in his hand. He scooped some out and rubbed it onto her heated backside, she gasped from the coldness at first, but then relaxed as he massaged it in well.

It took the heat and sting out from her skin almost instantly, giving her some relief.

‘It won’t stop your bum from being a nice colour, but it will help with the after pain.’ Loki said.

‘Thank you, Daddy.’ She said and smiled at him over her shoulder.

Loki felt so warm and fuzzy inside. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. ‘You’re welcome, my little sweetling.’

-

The following day, Loki went to see Mia in her room. She was still in her pjs, having a long lie as it was her day off.

She felt a little shy being in her pjs when she let Loki in. But he kissed her forehead and gave her a hug, making her relax instantly.

‘You look adorable, sweetling.’ He purred, stroking her hair. She blushed as she smiled up at him.

‘I have something for you.’ She said as she bounded excitedly over to her bedside cabinet. Loki raised an eyebrow in surprise.

‘Oh?’

She took out a box and handed it to him excitedly. She bobbed up and down on her toes while Loki opened it. He was so surprised and warmed to find a lovely green and gold scarf. It looked like it wouldn’t have been cheap either.

‘Oh sweetling, thank you so much. This is beautiful. What did I do to deserve this?’ Loki smiled widely at her.

She shrugged and smiled sweetly up at him. ‘I just wanted to get you something.’

Loki pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. ‘Thank you so much, Mia. I love it.’

Mia beamed happily in his arms, she was so pleased that he liked the gift.

#loki #tom hiddleston #fan fiction #blushing in his colours

[voltage-vixen]

A Wonderland of Pleasure (NSFW)

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder (Voltage)

Pairing: Rhion Hatter x MC (Female) This fic was for one of my contest winners, @promisefairy ! I hope this lives up to your expectations and that you enjoy! You were so sweet to chat with, and a huge thank you for joining my giveaway contest as well! 💖

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Beads of water trickled down onto MC’s mane, slowly dribbling down her body while she sighed in the shower. Time had seemed to halt and she was at a standstill lingering as seconds passed into minutes since she was impatiently waiting for her lover Rhion to return from the penthouse. Her facial features were clouded in the shape of a pout because this morning was the morning that her and Rhion were supposed to have spent the hours in bed together-that is until Eisuke sent Baba and Ota into their shared quarters to summon the Mad Hatter when he had turned off his phone to woo his Alice and had failed to be reached. A faint crimson flushed her cheeks at the memory of the compromising position the two bidders had found them in.

Water splashed onto the walls of the shower as MC shook her head to erase that distasteful vision from earlier out of her mind. Thanks to the interruption of the auction managers, their alone time had to be postponed. That didn’t stop her from suffering in the misery of her pented up horniness though in the meantime. Biting her lip, MC was about to reach down to touch herself for some sort of relief to tide her over when she heard a surprising banging coming from the entryway of their home.

Rhion’s back!

“Darling? MC, I’ve returned,” Rhion’s honeyed voiced rang pleasantly.

The door to the bathroom flew open and his clothing was discarded onto the floor almost in tune to the blink of MC’s eye. He sauntered on into the shower, and instantly encircled her into his embrace. She relaxed into him, sighing at the rapid attack of his lips lightly grazing the smoothness of her skin.  

“Shall we finish where we left off this morning, my dear Alice?” he purred, playfully nipping at her earlobe. “I can tell by the way your eyes are begging me you’ve been waiting for me. Such a good girl you’ve been. Tell me, has my good girl already started the party without me?”

Her cheeks bloomed at his implication. Surely, he couldn’t possess a mind reading power now, could he? The innocence of MC’s reaction and the non-denial was enough of a confirmation for Rhion to assume his presumption was correct. A beautiful imagery of MC playing herself flashed in his mind, and the formed erection he was sporting had grown harder at the mere dirty thought.  

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Rhion whispered breathily, his hot breath blowing a reassurance into her ear. “But admit it. Admit that you want me. Tell me that my Wonderland is the only you will ever seek.”

Tilting his head, Rhion angled to try and kiss MC. However, since she was still feeling a tad bit annoyed that her man left her all alone this morning, an impromptu decision was made-it was her turn to take charge and rile him up for once. Denying his lips by burrowing her head in the nape of his neck, MC’s tongue flickered the sensitive spot on his neck, while her hands traced the cut muscles of Rhion’s abdomen, descending further south to reach the incredible heat of his arousal. A carnal groan pursed through the crease of Rhion’s lips as the slender fingers curled around the thick of heat that was pressing against her own thigh.

“You’re right,” MC huffed, sinking down onto her knees. “Your Wonderland is the only I’ll ever crave. Now allow me to lose myself in our own little version of reality.”

Glancing up to lock herself onto Rhion’s gaze, MC’s mouth encompassed the hardness of his length. He groaned out in a pure delight when the warmth he had long grown accustomed to, aligned in the sync of her seasoned movements, was pushing him beyond the brink of coherence. His angular fingers entangled around the locks of her damp hair, while the palm of his other pressed against the slippery shower wall to brace himself.  

MC took her time as she slowly ran her tongue up and down his erection. Each caress delivered a sweet tantalizing blissful jolting a burst of lust that tingled his every nerve. It felt good-more like great, but it simply was no longer enough. In a frenzied craving to join their bodies in a different matter, MC yelped when Rhion suddenly reached down to lift her up and planted her back against the wall.  

“You win this time, MC,” Rhion conceded, no longer caring about his initial agenda to toy with her.  “Let’s immerse ourselves in the high Wonderland has to offer together.”

MC enthusiastically nodded in anticipation, and mewled when Rhion’s fingernails dug into the contours of her curves. She willingly surrendered one of her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck. With a swift jerk forward, MC moaned as his heavenly affection intruded upon her in the best of ways. Each thrust Rhion delivered founded stars in her eyes. The way Rhion’s hips snapped in attention to indulge in each of her sensuous whelms was launching her closer into a dreamy euphoric state.    

 “Go harder, Rhion,” MC demanded with a whimper, pleadingly blinking at him for more.

“My girl is a greedy one,” Rhion smirked. “And if I go any harder, I might break you. Are you sure you can handle that possibility?” His tone was no longer teasing but forbidding. Rhion’s warning was legitimate. For he was genuinely concerned that he would past the point of being able to stop if he did resume at the pace MC longed for.

“I can handle it,” MC begged, fervently rocking herself to match the pace of his thrusts. “Please, I can handle it! Now hurry up because I want you to break me!”

MC had no idea just how much her yearning fanned the flames of Rhion’s inner desires. A savage awakened within him and that savage wanted nothing more than to ravage MC. An arch of his eyebrows was enough of a cue for MC to jump up into his arms and entrapped his waist close to her body with her legs. Rhion uttered an animalistic growl when she lowered herself down onto the proof of his passion. This new position permitted Rhion to penetrate her deeper. He buried into MC, each stroke of his immersing the two into their very own rapture world of wonder.

She bounced in rhythm to match his movements, arching her head back when Rhion’s mouth brushed along the smoothness her swaying breasts. His tongue gently caressed at the mound of flesh, paying special mind to the sensitive bud of her nipple while he claimed one of MC’s breasts in his mouth. Each whimper that escaped MC elicited Rhion to want to hark in more of those harmonious sounds. Turning the consideration of his lips to MC’s neck to leave a trail of his marks, Rhion’s fingers inched until they connected with the swell that educed a cry of pleasure from the woman he loved ever so.

The exquisite way Rhion stimulated her body soon proved to be too much for MC, sending pleasureful eruptions throughout her body as her walls finally resigned their final flutter. MC’s body sank into Rhion’s. He reached to turn the spigot on the shower off, while MC heavily panted in his arms. After a few seconds, she regained her breath and cupped his chin to draw him closer.

“I’m not nearly finished yet. I want to stay lost in Wonderland with you….perhaps for even indefinitely,” MC breathed, tracing the lines of Rhion’s lips with her thumb.

She had no idea what she was babbling about at this point, but fortunately Rhion didn’t seem to mind much. Throwing open the door of the shower, Rhion squeezed MC closer to him when she shivered from the cool air in the room grazing her skin and proceeded to take her to their bed. Placing her down on the mattress, Rhion stole a glance at the beautiful sight of her lying bare before him.

If his Alice was a drug, he would ride the waves of any high if it went they could escape away into their own Wonderland for the rest of their days.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #rhion hatter #kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb smut #voltage inc #voltage smut #voltage fanfic #love 365 #kbtbb rhion #kissed by the baddest bidder smut #rhion hatter smut #kissed by the baddest bidder fanfic

[yinyanchan]

NSFW Black/Reader

This is an excerpt from a Fanfiction called Bone-ifide Goods that hasn’t been posted yet. Basically Reader is in a tight spot and is helplessly trying to take care of her niece and nephew. After her sister in law up and left/disappeared with insurance money when it was announced Readers brother was missing in action and its assumed he is dead. Desperate for work until financial aide can help with her two new mouths to feed and literally on her last few dollars. She finds Bone-ifide goods, a grocery that is run by all the AU skeleton brothers Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Horrortale, Swapfell. They help reader get on her feet as well as a job. This was going to be an explicit rating one. (I know I’m partial to swapfell sans but I adore him so he got the first sex scene.)  Feature below under the cut. WARNING THIS IS NSFW. Biting, knotting, public sex. Writing mature themed things is still very new to me so I’m posting this to get a feel. I am open to critiquing!

You guessed right.

Black had been reading your cues and he had been salivating for this moment.

Looking away shyly as he closes the cooler door behind him… eyeing you ravenously.

It had been awhile for you to have some meaningful adult time since the kids have been with you. No walks of shame from late night drinking. Nothing to quench the burning lust you've started to develop for these amazing skeletons.

Noticing that some of them have been dropping a few hints that they might be interested in you too.

You decided to drop a few seductive hints to Black. It was a slow day so Orange had Blue manning the register while you two stocked the floor leaving you by yourselves for the most part.

Now here you were about to have sex with a skeleton co-worker. So scandalous… you could be fired for this but wouldn't he as well? Hard to know and this was a family run business and all. Your hormones are raging and as he quickly closes the gap and throws his arms around you… you weren't going anywhere. His mouth on yours making the cooler almost steam from the heat your bodies were already prepped and producing.

Caught in his passionate embrace, knowing you two had to be quick. Your disappearance could easily be explained as your 15 minute break which you often took with one of the skeletons you were working with.

Black seemed to understand the need for a hasty rendezvous as well and turned you around. Thankfully a skirt was your chosen garment today and was also the subject of tease as you've subjected him to near panty shots. Your skirt is riding a little high as you bend over. Getting the poor flustered skeleton worked up and wanting as bad as you were.

He pulled your Polo over your head but left it resting and still covering your arms as you braced yourself for what was to come.

You feel him against you nipping and licking your shoulder to the crook of your neck. He places a hand between your legs to splay them and widen your stance as the other grips your hip.

Your panties are pushed aside and the waters are tested and it's safe to say you are positively dripping at this point… you've wanted him all day.

His hand leaves and you hear a zip and you moan in approval as he continues to assault your neck.

Then he pushes himself on you with the passion of a wild animal. You feel his weight pressing down but not fully,  just to show dominance. His chest on your back as he adjusts and you can feel a throbbing cock getting slick against your folds. Hearing and feeling a deep rumble from his chest… a mixture of a growl and a groan at feeling your heat.

Knowing your warm core probably feels amazing to his aching member in this cold cooler. Nipping you harshly enough to draw blood as he lines up with your opening… leaving you a moaning mess in want.

"Black please! Please!" You cry out to spur him on.

Ask and you shall receive.

Black rams it in with a guttural growl upon hearing your plea. You throw your head back as you clench his length and thickness… almost sad that it leaves only to cry out in joy when it returns… again and again…

He pistons into you as you both try to meet your end. It has to be quick so you can cool down and clean up. Then act like it didn't happen… then maybe try it again.

With the way Black is clinging to you purring and groaning with every squeeze around his cock you provide… he might just be up for another round in the near future too.

Both of you have seemed a little pent up and he starts back with tender nips as his thrusts begin to get a little erratic. You are so close, yes. You begin to rub your sensitive nub to help you reach with him.

You hear him whine and start to pull away and you realize that he might be trying to pull out… Gripping his hands and pulling him back flush against you earned a surprised huff of air out of him.

"It's okay Black. Give it to me. I want it all." You whine back and hear a ferocious snarl before he bites into you to latch his teeth into a grip.

Your eyes bulge… did he get bigger? You felt his cock almost bulge inside of you. It left you gasping as he tried to thrust.

You feel him snake a hand down to finish rubbing your clit making you a moaning mess. A final thrust from him and it feels like an explosion erupts from his cock. Sending you into your own pleasurable climax.

Feeling his cum continuously spurting against your spasming insides sending you into another but smaller orgasm.

Both of you are breathing heavy but very satisfied. Reveling in the aftermath for a quick moment. Now you had to be quick. Both of you needed to get cleaned up before you were caught.

You try to break away from Blacks embrace only to get a surprised gasp of pain and down both of you went. 

Looking down Black was splayed on the floor and you very much still connected to his penis straddling him reverse cowgirl style.

"S-SHIT! Y/N I'M SORRY! I GOT TOO EXCITED AND KNOTTED INSIDE YOU!" Black is as red as a beet in embarrassment.

"Knotted? What does that mean? Are we stuck?" You ask looking back at him incredulously.

"YES… UNTIL MY KNOT HAS GONE DOWN." Black at least looks apologetic but you are terrified.

"What!? Black, if we aren't on the floor in a few minutes they are going to come looking for us! We can't use the 15 minute break excuse if we're gone longer than that!" You try to get up again only to grunt and come back down to rest on him. Then squeak in surprise when you feel another jet of cum coating your insides.

"S-SORRY… I'VE REALLY BEEN FANTASIZING ABOUT THIS AND YOU ASKING FOR IT MADE ME LET LOOSE." He sighs and blushes.

"What sex in a cooler?" You quip at him.

"STARS NO! BEING... INTIMATE WITH YOU." Black says looking away. You know he means it if he's embarrassed.

Black has a special place in your heart… you don't quite know if you're ready to give him everything but… since he made amends, from that fiasco when you first met him, by buying you and the kids groceries when you had nothing… you had a soft spot for him. He hadn’t needed to but he did it anyway.

Then when he started saying "YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL TODAY." along with his good mornings… and giving you appreciative looks… willing to help at a moment's notice… Then when you left him speechless getting all gussied up for chaperoning Angels school dance… you had also invited him to come along with you to help keep you sane… you both had a very good time and even danced to a few songs… making it very clear how bad you both wanted to jump each other's bones…

Bad thing was… you also liked all the other skeletons. With raising the kids in mind you needed to date around and find mr. Right but that didn't mean you couldn't have some fun. Especially when Black was a potential candidate for that role.

"Y/N, Black, Code 2 at the front checkout."  You hear Orange over the loudspeakers just outside the cooler and you both blanch.

Code 2 was a sudden rush at the checkout… that you two were too preoccupied to help.

You try to lift again and both hiss… lowering poor Black to the harsh cold of the cooler floor.

"I AM SO SORRY. THIS IS GOING TO TAKE A MOMENT." Black groans as another spurt of cum hits deep inside you. It flares that tingling warmth back to life a little.

Stars… you couldn't get horny again… could you?

You feel yourself moistening more and clamping down on his still hard member… making him whimper.

You look back to apologize only to see him give you the same needy lust filled gaze.

What the heck… you were stuck might as well get off again if he doesn't mind.

Make it count before you were fired.

Feeling more cum fill you… you started your hips rocking for friction. Rubbing your clit as he began to pump once again. His moans make you clench him tighter in pleasure. Black gripping your hips harshly as you rode him.

Still cumming but still going? All the guys you've been with were typically spent after they blew their load. Far too sensitive for another round. Black was still cumming from his first and wanting to do more.

Feeling his cock rub aggressively the sensitive places inside you. Arching your back as he bucks.

Over stimulated yourself from the pleasurable pressure that was Black's still swollen member and the harsh tugs as he thrusts, not able to truly leave your womanhood.

Black instantly raises himself to embrace you further. You both aren't going to last very long as his feather like kisses begin to grip and nip. A final throb and feeling him explode within you again had you almost cry out as it hits deep within your womb. Sending pleasant shivers of coital bliss as your partner purrs coming down from his high.

You relax back into him and he nuzzles you appreciatively. Still deeply embedded in you. You still feel him twitch and release small spurts. Your abused core, highly sensitive to it all… making you whimper and moan.

Thankfully his second orgasm must have triggered his knot to go down. You feel the pressure begin to fade. Both of you quickly try to get ready.

Black gives you his bandana for cleanup and hastily hides it once you are done. His pants however were a little on the wet side. You untucked his polo slightly so it would cover the spots. 

Getting a thumbs up when you ask how you look. You both make a beeline for the registers. You got a concerned look from Blue and Orange as Orange was trying to help man the registers as you two didn't show.

Both of you hopped on and helped take care of the crowded frontline. Once it went down it was Orange that piped up.

“So… where were you two?” He asks suspiciously.

“W-we were in the cooler. We were trying to rotate stock and one of the crates fell over.” You thought it was a good excuse to be late. However Black was rigid and when Orange looks his way for verification, he merely huffs.

“YOU ASK THAT AS IF WE WERE TRYING TO GET OUT OF DOING OUR JOBS.” He glares at Orange who humms.

“Is that right? So what happened to your bandana?” Orange smirks at him as he falters. He always had his bandana…. This looked highly suspicious.

“MISS Y/N!” You turn to look at Blue as he sounds panicked

He leans in close and whispers to you. If you could call it whispering.

“IS-IS IT THAT TIME? I THINK YOU FORGOT. YOU’VE GOT RED ON YOUR LEG.” You can only gape at him then look down and sure enough there is a little trail on the inside of your lower leg you must have missed… of red cum from a now very red skeleton.

“Oh! Thanks Blue I need to go clean this up.” You smile awkwardly at him when on the inside you are mortified.

Unaware that you completely left Black to Orange’s mercy. Of which you didn’t know… he lacked.

“I wonder what sans is going to say when he looks on the security footage.” Orange smirks as Black sputters.

“W-WE DON’T HAVE CAMERAS IN THE COOLER!!!!” He yells.

“We don’t have them in the freezer. There’s a difference.” He keeps the smirk up as Black looks horrified.

“Blue can you finish with the front stock while we don’t have any customers checking out?” He calls over to his brother who cheerfully salutes. As soon as Blue was out of ear shot.

“You think I can’t tell the difference between blood and magic mister? Then there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Orange eyes are lit an eerie orange. Black could see there was no getting out of this.

“SHE WANTED IT AND I GAVE IT. NO SENSE IN GETTING JEALOUS ORANGE.” Black smirked right back as it was Orange’s turn to gape.

[thewayshedreamed]

This Time— Part 8

Fic Masterlist

Somehow, we’re at the last chapter already! I decided there will be an epilogue, mostly because this chapter would have been obscenely long otherwise. 😳

I promised Nessian smut in my a/n at the end of Part 7, and here it is. 4k words of nothing but Nessian! I hope y’all enjoy it!

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Warnings for VERY adult content, strong language, depictions of sex. Definitely NSFW.

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“And do you want me?”

He pulled her hips forward at her question, bringing her to the edge of the countertop and as close to him as possible. “Always. In every way,” he purred, bringing his mouth to the soft skin beneath her jaw.

She tilted her head to the side to allow him better access. Her eyes fluttered shut as she whispered, “Show me.”

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A low, rough chuckle rumbled through his chest at her words before he replied, “Mmm. That sounds like a challenge.” She wasn’t sure if it was the tone of his laugh or the promise in his words, but a chill worked itself down her spine in response.

She sucked in a short breath when she felt his teeth nip gently at the corner of her jaw, followed by the softest brush of his tongue. Her fingers tightened over his shoulders, kneading the broad muscles and finally finding a home on his traps. She brushed her thumbs up and down the sides of his strong neck as she tightened her thighs around his waist, pulling a long groan from him.

“Call it whatever you want. As long as you’re up for it,” she breathed.

He snaked an arm around her waist to pull her impossibly closer. He rolled his hips into her in response to her taunt, and felt her hips angle up of their own accord in search of any friction at all. She wrapped one of her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his shoulder, while the other slid up the back of his neck and into his ebony hair. She gripped the strands at the root, tugging softly, and he relaxed into her so heavily that he had to use his other hand to brace them on the countertop. He was still wrapped tightly around her, hand on her rib cage keeping that solid grip on her, as their bodies found their rhythm together.

He pressed kisses to her jawline on his way back to her plush mouth and nibbled softly on her lower lip before his were slanting over her mouth yet again. She arched into him so that she could kiss him properly, sliding her tongue across his own. He groaned as he responded in kind, and they stayed there exploring each other in a way they’d yet to in the past. Before now, kissing was a means to and end; intense and purely purposeful. Now it seemed like they were basking in each other, appreciating their time together now that they weren’t pretending it was less than it really was.

They broke apart, taking deep breaths and moved their mouths to pay special attention to each other’s bodies. Cassian took her earlobe into his mouth, tracing the shell of her ear in soft bites until she was out of his reach. She panted into his neck before kissing him below the jaw, as he had already done to her. She pressed open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck, and his hand left the countertop to grip her thigh tightly, almost as if it were purely out of reflex. She pulled another groan from deep in his throat as she rolled her hips to meet his, whimpering in response. He shifted his grip on her thigh, moving up to the junction at her hip and running his thumb in small circles along the inside, so close to where she wanted him. He pulled his arm from around her waist to grip the other side of her rib cage and ran his thumb on the sensitive underside of her breasts, causing her to lose her point of contact with his neck as she moaned.

She adjusted, making her way down to where his collarbones met at the base of throat, gently dragging her teeth over them. She heard him sigh heavily as both of his calloused hands made their way under her top and gripped her around the waist. She kissed the parts of his tattoo that were shown by the open neckline of his henley and began tracing the small swirls with her tongue.

“Fuck, Nesta,” he whispered roughly.

She giggled softly into his chest and leaned back to pull his mouth back to hers. His hands were everywhere now; running over her stomach, her lower back, running his fingers roughly over her shoulder blades. He brought them around to her breasts, running the pads of his thumbs over her peaked nipples. She whined into his mouth, and he paused their kiss, lips still brushing as he spoke.

“You fucking kill me.” His lips locked on hers again, unable to finish his thought without tasting her again. “And to think we were going to stop doing this.” He pulled her top over her head and placed hot kisses across her shoulder.

“Tragic,” she breathed, as she ran her hands under his shirt and raked her nails down his shoulders.

He let out a low growl at the sensation; that fine line where pain turns into pleasure. He palmed her breasts, massaging them roughly and deftly squeezing her nipples between the knuckles of his first two fingers. She mewled into his mouth, writhing with her need to feel his skin on hers and his hips pressing into her as he filled her in the best way.

“Off,” she demanded as she pushed the hem of his shirt up over his chiseled abdomen. She shamelessly admired him as he pulled it off the rest of the way, watching the muscles of his stomach, chest, and arms contract and relax as he moved. He discarded his shirt on the floor, instantly forgotten, as his eyes trailed the shape of her. He placed a broad hand on her sternum, easing her backward until she was laying across his island. She hissed as the cool countertop met her skin, but it was quickly forgotten when she felt his callouses scraping down the middle of her body to her waistband. He flicked the button of her pants open with one hand and gripped her calves to move her legs over his wide shoulders. He grabbed the waistband of her pants and started to pull them down, and she used her legs’ placement on his shoulders as leverage to lift her hips.

His hazel eyes grew darker as he looked down at her, only thin scraps of lace obscuring his view of her body. She had the fleeting thought that she could never imagine herself being so bold with anyone else; sprawled across their kitchen island, nearly nude. But with Cassian, she felt like she could be anywhere, wearing anything or nothing at all, and she would feel wholly confident.

“Cassian,” she murmured.

His eyes snapped up to hers, almost as if she’d broken the trance she had him under.

“Touch me. Please.”

He took his bottom lip between his teeth and breathed heavily as his hands ran over her legs. He started kissing from her ankle, down her leg, and back up the other. He stroked the back of his nails up her legs until he reached her hips where he gripped her and pulled her ass to the very edge of the counter. He leaned over her, resting his weight on a hand next to her head, and she reached up with her own hand to grip his wrist. He kissed her roughly as his fingers ran over her folds, only the sheer lace separating his skin from her core. He stroked her lazily over the fabric, then gently tugged it to the side. He ran his finger through her folds as he pulled back from the kiss to look down at her. He traced a small circle at her opening, teasing the hell out of her in the most frustrating way.

“Cass,” she begged, rolling her hips as she tried to get closer to him.

He maintained eye contact with her as he inserted his long finger into her. She moaned obscenely at the pleasure just a simple touch gave and couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering shut. He pumped his finger several times before adding another, her back arching to take full advantage of the sensation. She was bucking her hips, effectively riding his hand when she felt his thumb start to circle her clit delicately. She cried out, one hand still holding the wrist near her head and the other white-knuckled at the edge of the countertop.

“Look at me,” he rasped. She met his gaze and thought she would come at the heat in his eyes alone. “I want to see you come for me.” Her breath hitched as he applied more pressure to her sensitive nub, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of her at a steady rhythm. She felt herself clenching around his fingers; every muscle in her body tense. In a matter of seconds, she felt her release barrel through her, her back arching sharply as she rode out the high.

She muttered a string of curses, his name tumbling from her lips in earnest as she came. She threw her head back, largely out of her control, nails digging into his wrist as he worked her through her orgasm. She had barely recovered when she felt him lower her legs, scoop her up under her back, and pull her into his chest. She hugged her body to his as she kissed him languidly, before running her fingers down his stomach to the waistband of his sweatpants. She ran her fingers back and forth under the waistband teasingly and watched as his abs tightened at her touch.

He lifted her by her thighs, her legs automatically wrapping around his middle.

“Bed. Now,” he said, between kisses, as he started to travel out of the kitchen and through the living room.

She felt his impressive length rest just below her, and she reached down to palm him through his pants. He hissed at the contact, and she lowered her mouth to his neck once again. The combination of her touch and her lips on his skin seemed to shred all of his composure, and she found her back being pressed roughly against the wall in his hallway, his weight leaning deliciously on her.

“Nesta,” he ground out. “I’ll never get us there if you keep touching me like that. Fuck.” He pulled back from her just enough to settle his length between their hips, and he was rolling them into her yet again. He dropped his head to her shoulder, and she felt his warm breath fan over her chest. Her arms were around him, cradling his head as she worked her hips in time with his.

“Cass. I don’t care where you fuck me, but I need you inside me,” she breathed, followed by a low moan as his cock applied the perfect pressure to her core.

He gripped her roughly around her waist with one arm and used the other to brace under her thigh. He walked swiftly to his room, not bothering to close the door before laying her down on his bed. He pushed his sweats and boxer briefs to the floor, stepping out of them, before crawling from the end of the bed over her body. His mouth was littering her body with wet kisses and small bites as she helped him remove her panties, tossing them off to the side. She arched her back, allowing him access to the clasp of her thin, lace bra. He artfully undid the clasp with just his thumb and index finger, tossing it over to join her discarded underwear. She thought she might explode if she didn’t have him.

When he made his way up to her face and rested his weight on his elbows above her, he paused, looking at her with so much devotion that she thought her chest would cleave in two. He smiled then, letting out a breathy laugh, and offering an almost imperceptible head shake as he looked down at her. She placed her hands on either side of his head, running her fingers through his hair and caressing his cheeks with both thumbs.

“What?” she asked, her voice quiet.

He looked almost shy as he spoke, “Nothing. You’re beautiful.”

She smiled, knowing he meant every word, but quirked an eyebrow at him. “Nice try. What is it?” She continued stroking his face, and she swore he almost purred as she did so.

He cleared his throat, closing his eyes briefly before looking into her eyes again. She could still see his desire for her there, but there was something monumentally bigger in his expression, too.

”I’ve just... never made love to you like this,” he stated. Upon seeing the confusion flash across her features, thinking of the dozens of times they’d slept together, he clarified, “... with you being mine, I mean.”

She was in awe of him, yet again, for his candor and for the trust he was demonstrating to her by being so open. Even after everything she had put him through. His emotional intelligence and flexibility had always impressed her, especially when hers could be damn near pathetic at times. However, he continued to surprise her with his ability to identify what he was feeling at a drop of a hat; case in point, transitioning flawlessly from pure lust and passion to unadulterated love.

She smiled at him, utterly speechless. Deciding against trying, and potentially failing, to express what she felt at his words, she pressed her hand to his shoulder to prompt him to roll over. She straddled his hips as she pressed her lips to his again. She kissed him slowly, thoroughly, hoping to the Cauldron that she could portray what he meant to her. She rocked her hips against him, her folds gliding over his cock as she moved. He groaned into her mouth and gripped her tightly at the hips to guide her rhythm over him.

“Are you mine?” she asked quietly, her lips still brushing over his. She barely recognized the sultry voice coming from her as she reached down to angle him properly at her entrance.

“Yes. Gods, ye—“ his voice dropped off roughly, turning into nothing more than a long groan as she sank down onto his length. Her hands were braced on his broad chest, her fingers free to trace the intricate lines of his tattoos once she was fully seated. She took her time admiring them, and the incredible build beneath, as she adjusted to having his generous girth fill her.

His thumbs were tracing circles over her hip bones as he shamelessly took in her body in return. When their eyes finally met, he sat up, wrapping both of his arms around her in a warm embrace. He reached up to tuck a small tendril of hair softly behind her ear, kissing her as his arm joined the other once again.

She started to move on him, riding him at a moderate pace. She experimented with her direction, her angle, and her speed, finding the perfect combination to have both of them moaning and their bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat. Her arms were draped around his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode him. He dropped his brow to her chest, holding her tightly around her middle as his breaths became more labored. She moved her hands, one finding its home on his bicep and the other on the back of his neck. She brushed his long hair to the side, allowing cool air to reach the back before using his neck to anchor her as she began rocking faster on his lap. Her breath was leaving her in pants, and she wasn’t sure when she started to emit whimpers at every other exhale. She may have been shy about how vocal she’d been thus far, but it didn’t seem appropriate when there was no way she could help it, even if she wanted to.

”Fuck, Nes. Just like that, baby,” he encouraged. “Oh, fuck.” Cassian had always been a talker in bed, but something about how he was speaking to her now was making her wild. She wasn’t sure if it was because she’d gone so long now without hearing it or if it was the new electricity they managed to kindle today. Whatever it was, it was doing things to her. When he dug his fingertips into her back, she couldn’t help crying out his name loudly.

Hearing his name must have sparked something in him, causing him to thrust sharply into her and use his hips to roll over. Her back was pressed deliciously into the mattress by his weight, their contact never broken during the transition. He settled his hips into hers before bringing one of his knees up and out to the side, the position causing her leg to prop over his thigh and providing him the ability to reach even deeper than before. He secured one of her hands in his on the pillow near her head, putting his weight on his elbow, and used the other to trail teasing touches over her nipples, the undersides of her breasts, and her abdomen. He took his time with his ministrations, pulling various forms of moans, whimpers, and curses from her as she writhed beneath him.

Her other hand was gripping the sheets, trying to use them to pull her even closer to him and create friction where she needed it. He adjusted accordingly, not allowing her to take any pleasure he wasn’t ready to deliver yet. “Cassian,” she commanded, her voice communicating the silent order: move.

“You’re so bossy today,” he purred, as he pressed his lips to her forehead, her nose, her lips, then her throat.

“I’m always bossy,” she said through slightly clenched teeth. She could barely stand the teasing anymore, it nearly driving her to madness.

He pulled back out slowly, and eased back into her with the same tantalizing pace. Once his hips were flush against her again, he pressed just a fraction harder and deeper. She saw stars at the extra attention to that sensitive spot deep within her combined with the divine pressure of his pelvis running over her clit. She clenched around him, earning a growl from deep in his chest, but his pace never faltered. She bucked her hips, encouraging him to drive her to the edge of her release. He used his free hand to brace her hips into the bed before he kissed her roughly.

“Patience, Nes,” he said against her mouth. He maintained the same slow thrusts, pulsing into her a little harder once he was buried in her, before pulling back to do it all again.

“Cass, please. Please. I need— Fuck. You feel so good.“ she was struggling to formulate a sentence, the growing pressure in her lower abdomen becoming almost too much. She wanted so desperately for him to unleash himself, knowing that moving faster would have her calling his name in a handful of thrusts. He was delaying her climax with his agonizing pace, but she realized very quickly his motive. The build up was so much more intense, her body taut as a bow string, waiting for that final stroke that would release all of her tension at a blinding level of pleasure. Sure, he could get her off quickly, but he wanted to draw this out and give her as much pleasure as her body would allow before it gave in.

She arched against him reflexively, and he moved his hand from her hip to wrap his arm around her waist, clutching her to his body. She was a mess under him, her moans increasing in volume and ending in high-pitched whimpers as he worked her.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I think I could come just looking at you.” His eyes scanned her face and he lowered his mouth yet again. He kissed her softly, her cries making it difficult to maintain contact.

“Please. I’m so close,” she managed to squeak out. He maintained his pace, but he finished his strokes harder, rocking her back and forth with the impact. He let out a growl as he felt her tighten around him, knowing she was as close as she claimed.

He ran his nose along her hairline at her temple, not wanting to overwhelm her or distract from the pleasure coursing between her legs.

“Cassian!” she cried, as she released the sheets in favor of gripping his shoulder blade. She was frantic, gripping to his shoulder and digging her nails in as she neared her release. He let her other hand go, moving his own into her hair and supporting her head where she had tucked it into his neck. Her hand mirrored the other, her fingers digging roughly into his back as she placed a firm bite to the skin where his neck met his shoulders. “Shit, Cass. Oh, gods. Oh, gods. Fuck. Please— I don’t think I can—“

”Hey,” he whispered into her ear, “Relax, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you.” He thrust into her firmly again before adding, “Cauldron, I love you. Come for me, Nes.”

Her head tilted back then, and he helped ease it back onto the pillow. Her mouth was open in the perfect “O”, and she held a long breath before crying out at her release. She uttered his name, a stream of curses, and gods know what else as the pleasure took her over completely. She was seeing a blinding white behind her eyelids, followed by stars, before her eyelids fluttered open to look into his handsome face. His jaw was clenched, flexing as he continued to drive into her. He was close, his neck and shoulders looking as rigid as ever above her. His eyes snapped shut, and she grabbed his face to kiss him roughly. His hips stuttered, and suddenly she felt his cock twitching inside her as his orgasm hit him. He tucked his face into her neck as he rode it out, moaning roughly and loudly crying out her name until he’d come down from his high.

His weight sagged on top of her for a few seconds before he braced himself on both elbows. He looked down, kissed her lips once, twice, three times, as he withdrew from her to roll onto his back. She threw one arm over her eyes as the other reached toward him, finding his arm and looping hers around it. She was too spent to move toward him yet, but she couldn’t bear not touching him either. She finally managed to turn her head toward him, finding that he was already looking at her.

“Hi,” he said simply. His smile was devastating.

She mustered the energy to roll his direction, ending up on her stomach. She rested her head on her crossed arms, and he rested his recently dismissed hand on her ass.

“Hey,” she muttered lamely. “Have you been holding out on me? That was...” She trailed off as she closed her eyes.

He turned his head toward the ceiling and closed his eyes as well. “Mmm. Not intentionally. I guess I was just inspired,” he said. She could hear the smirk in his voice, the cocky bastard.

“It wouldn’t be the first time my own prowess inspired greatness in someone,” she deadpanned.

A deep chuckle rumbled through him as he playfully pinched her on the ass. She yelped, opening her eyes to glare at him, but ultimately decided she was incapable of much else.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked quietly.

“Mmm. No. Just gonna lay here for a minute,” she replied, her smushed cheek making her words sound jumbled.

”You sure? You usually at least want something to drink. Or a book to read while I nap. Now that I think about it, you always read after we have sex.”

She felt emboldened by exhaustion and post-sex endorphins, muttering, “To be fair, you’ve never fucked me like that, though.” She huffed a laugh through her nose and offered him a half smile to ensure he knew she was joking.

He threw his head back as he laughed, the warm sound flowing over her like it had all those years ago. She’d been right— she’d do anything to keep him happy like this.

“Well, I guess you’ll have to rest up with me, then. I’m nowhere near done with you,” he promised. He turned toward her, pulling the sheet over her and resting his arm across her back. He kissed her on the forehead, settling down on the pillow next to her.

As soon as his eyes closed, he felt the drag of sleep gripping him. Before he drifted away completely, he heard Nesta’s soft voice; the very last thing he heard before getting some of the most restful sleep of his life.

“I love you, Cassian.”

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A/N: It’s hard to believe we made it to the final chapter already. It seems like I just published the first part yesterday, yet here we are on part 8. I was so intimidated to share anything I’ve created on Tumblr, but I have to say, y’all have been incredibly supportive of everything I’ve shared with you. Thank y’all for turning a scary experience into a fulfilling creative outlet for me— looking forward to sharing even more with you in time!

Enough of my sappiness— Hope y’all liked this chapter; the first with zero angst 😂 If you’d like to be added to my Nessian tag list, or master tag list, please send me an ask, comment, or reblog. You can send a private message, as well! I’m hoping for no tag issues this go around, but if for some reason you aren’t notified, let me know! I’ll be happy to look into it.

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Trick-or-Treat (Gavin x MC)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Gavin x MC (Female)

Warning: NSFW 

Requested by: Anonymous

Written by: @voltage-vixen

Excess water droplets trickled down the muscles of Gavin’s toned physique as he stood in the shower wiping the water away from the cuts of his body. Wrapping the towel around his lean waist, Gavin stepped out from the shower and went to grab his shaving supplies in the bathroom’s vanity. Tonight, was the eve of Halloween, and Gavin was preparing for his home date with MC.

The evolver’s work schedule had been gruesome recently; forcing him to travel away for mission after mission, leaving him pining for his time to spend with his special sweetheart. He almost didn’t believe it when the mysterious forces of the galaxy allowed the stars to align since his work told him to take the entire afternoon off to fit in some rest and relaxation time. The second the minute hand on the clock struck to signal his freedom, Gavin had called MC to invite her to spend the night. She immediately accepted his invitation, and he was just finishing getting ready until the sound of the doorbell interrupted him.    

“Gavin, it’s me,” MC’s muffled voice rang from the hallway. “I know I’m a bit early, but do you mind letting me in? I forgot my key at the office.”

“Not at all, I’ll be right there!” Gavin called out.

Placing his razor next to the sink, Gavin secured his grip on the towel and wandered through the living room to unlock the door. He let out a startled gasped and nearly dropped his towel when he saw MC standing there looking like a vision. She stood tall in her black heels that emphasized her legs that lead up to the tight-fitting jacket she was wearing. On the top of her head sat a pair of black cat ears, which explained the drawn-on whiskers and black painted on her button nose.

“Trick or treat,” MC purred, her hand resting on his chest to give Gavin an abrupt nudge back into the apartment. “I missed you so much.”

Without allowing her stunned man to respond, MC unfastened the buttons from her coat, and discarded the black jacket to the ground as she stepped out of her heels. Gavin gulped when her hasty strip tease revealed the sight of her naked body that she was baring before him. Now only wearing the cat ears on her head, MC glided towards him and snaked her hands inside the waist of his towel.

“Your turn,” she whispered, before drawing her lips against his own to steal a kiss.

MC deepened their kiss, catching each one of Gavin’s moans as her nimble fingers loosened the towel. Her hand sought the heat of his throbbing arousal, giving him a few hard pumps before eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Gavin.

“You seem more turned on than usual,” MC crooned, nibbling on the lobe of his ear to prolong her teasing. “Do you like it when I take charge?”

She curled her fingers around the thickness of his erection to illustrate her point, wanting to push Gavin wild past the brink of madness. Instead, MC was taken aback when his hand shot up and latched onto her wrist.

“Playing a trick on your boyfriend typically isn’t what one would consider nice,” Gavin retaliated, his hands traveling to seek the warmth of MC’s body as he grasped onto the lines of her waist.

He felt her quiver under the flame his familiar touch elicited. Countless times of intimacy they shared together left no circumference of MC unknown to Gavin. Every curve of hers, every sensitive spot, and all her desires were ravished by her ever-generous partner. The want was evident in her eyes when he lifted the woman up and settled her on the edge of his lap. Her hips squirmed in a frenzied plea for Gavin to allow them to become one. The officer’s lips curled when she fervently eyed the length of his shaft, longing to lose herself in his passion.

“Despite your mischievous behavior, my little kitty cat deserves a treat for being adorable beyond compare,” he coaxed.

Thrusting his hips with intention, the head of his cock brushed against the swell of her womanhood. MC’s head arched at the brief sensation of ecstasy, a rush of blissful electricity pulsating in the pool of her lower belly. Concluding that he had toyed with MC enough, Gavin bestowed mercy upon her and parted her thighs to make his entrance smoother.

“Would you like a treat, my darling pet?”  Gavin hummed, his lips grazing along the bud of her breast.

His tongue lazily lapped at her nipple, while he shifted to align his cock between the softness of her glistening folds. Gavin groaned when he was immersed in the warmth of her wetness as the tip of his manhood pressed into her core.

“Y-Yes, I-I want a treat!” MC mewled, her brain frantically searching for the words to respond when her heart was pounding in a gratifying vigor at the slight feel of Gavin stretching her. “No more tricks and no more teasing, so I beg you let me feel all of you, Gavin!”

“You’re a greedy little pet,” Gavin chuckled, leaning over to bite down on the nape of her collarbone before pushing the rest of himself deep into her. “But don’t worry, because you make greed look attractive.”

Gavin was met by the melodious sounds of her moans as his lower body rolled in pace with her bouncing. His fingers firmly held onto her rounded ass, and his teeth lingered along her neckline until a striking crimson pattern was etched into the fairness of her skin.

“My sweet pet deserves only the finest collar,” Gavin murmured, his mouth turning focus to bite the bottom of her luscious lip.  

The anomalous whispers of dirty talk heightened MC’s senses, causing her walls to flutter around the thickness of his member as she was beginning to become undone. A salacious grunt escaped through the crease of Gavin’s lips from the tightness of her clenching him. The buildup of his climax was intensifying, and he knew MC was close from the way she was digging her nails across the surface of his back. Keen for MC to lose herself with him, Gavin’s hand snaked around her waist and his able fingers went to work at stroking her like the kitty cat she was.

MC’s cat ears resided soundly in place while the locks of her hair swayed as her body quaked in growing closer to reaching her peak. Her hands crawled up his toned back, and she braced herself by gripping onto his strong shoulders. She noticed a drip of sweat was trailing near his brow from the exertion. Titling her head, MC sensually licked Gavin’s forehead clean. Each caress with her tongue was deliberate and tantalizing, purposely driving Gavin wild, and awakening his inner beast.

MC’s plan was a success because no sooner did Gavin utter a carnal growl before thrusting harder into her. Their hands were roaming over the canvases of their bodies, and their kissing heightened into a feverish rage. Alas, after a few more rhythmic movements, stars blinded MC’s eyes as she let out a euphoric scream. She rested her head on Gavin’s damp chest when she felt him expand, indicating he had also reached orgasm status.

“Wow,” MC breathed, rolling off from Gavin’s lap to take a seat next to him on the floor. “That was just….wow.”

“You’re easy to please,” Gavin retorted, reaching out to tuck her disheveled bangs behind her ear. He kept a watchful eye on her, ensuring her ragged breathing was in the process of returning to normal. “I can’t say I know of any other who would be able to rock the cat look like you do.”

“I wasn’t aware that you were going to be that into this type of thing!”

Gavin’s arms encompassed MC into his embrace, where she giggled at the tickling sensation of their bare skin pressing together. He rested his head in between the ears she still wore on her head when a sudden stroke of genius wreaked upon her. Turning around to face her man, MC removed the cat ears from her head and placed it onto Gavin’s.

“I don’t know, Gavin, this look seems to really suit you as well,” MC mocked, licking her lips whilst climbing onto his lap. “How about we go another round and see how you fare this time as the cat?”

Gavin happily obliged when MC gently shoved him down onto his back. Straddling him, she grinded down onto his cock which had hardened again for round two beneath her. Smirking as his erection twitched, she rested a hand on his chest and gazed down at him.

“Ready?” she challenged, rubbing her hips against his erection, reveling at the heated friction between them. “And this time I’ll be the one giving you the collar to wear.”

Gavin controlled his instinct to plunge into MC, and instead propped himself up on his elbows and pecked at the tip of her nose. Locking glances with each other, Gavin’s eyes were soft as he shared a tender smile with MC.

“Meow,” he responded, with a sexy smirk that should come with a warning as a small flood pooled in between her legs.

“Meow, indeed,” she purred back. Her world was instantly rocked with the blissful intrusion of Gavin sliding into her.

Each one of the evolver’s thrusts was a treat in itself. And while a little trick never hurt anybody before, MC reveled in the spoils of treat after treat Gavin spent the rest of the evening delivering as her teeth went to work on her promise to him.

#mlqc gavin #mlqc fanfic #mlqc smut #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc bai qi #mr. love gavin #love and producer #evol and love

[imagine-loki]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 10

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 10 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

‘Are you sure?’ Loki asked Mia.

Mia nodded. ‘Yeah… I have often fantasised about it… I just, don’t know how I will actually take it.’ She said blushing.

Loki smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘That’s why we have the safe word. But this isn’t a punishment, it’s just for fun and to see where your limits lie in regards to a spanking. So that I know when you have been naughty how firm a hand you actually need to make it hurt.’

Her eyes widened a little and she swallowed the lump in her throat. The thought of being spanked by him was exciting… albeit a little scary. She had never been spanked before so had no idea how she would take it really.

It might be even just the first smack might be too much for her. Neither of them had any idea.

Mia knew he was strong, of course he was. He was a God after all. But his hands were large too, she knew he would cover quite a large span of her bum. Those hands she had gotten to know rather well. Often his long fingers delving between her thighs, teasing her clit and making her cum the past week. Or tickling her, which he enjoyed doing to make her laugh.

Neither of them could get enough of each other. Loki still came embarrassingly fast when she used her mouth on him. She found it hilarious and quite exciting that she could make him cum so quickly. Loki was working on trying to last longer, to enjoy her mouth more.

They also enjoyed grinding against one another after discovering how pleasurable and intimate it could be at the same time, without penetration. Mia was still delighted with that discovery.

Loki sat down on the bottom of the bed, he was wearing suit trousers with a black shirt, he started folding the sleeves up his forearms as he looked at Mia, who was standing a few feet on front of him.

‘Take off your clothes for Daddy, little one.’ He said lowly.

Mia still felt shy around him when anything sexual was first initiated. She ignored the way it felt like her face was on fire as she started to remove her dress.

They were not long back from a dinner date. Mia loved the way that Loki treated her like a proper princess. He made her feel so special.

‘And your panties.’ Loki smirked when she stopped at just taking off her dress.

Mia slid them down and stepped out of them, pleasing Loki. ‘Good girl.’

He put his hand out for her. She took it without hesitation and he helped her over his lap into position. Legs dangling down and her head down the other side. Her bottom at the right angle for him.

She was so excited, but a little scared at the same time of the unknown. But she trusted Loki, she really did.

‘Relax, my sweetling.’ He hummed, smoothing his hand softly over her bum. ‘Do you want your hands free, or would you like me to restrain them?’ He saw her toes curl at his question, so he had a feeling he knew what excited her more.

‘Uh… restrain… please, Daddy.’ She whispered.

Loki took her hands behind her back and held them firmly with one hand. Mia felt like she could slip off his lap at any moment, but he had a good hold of her and wouldn’t let her fall.

‘Mmm, this is a delightful position to have you in.’ Loki growled playfully. Mia giggled and closed her eyes, she was kind of glad she couldn’t see his face in this position, knowing she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. She felt so vulnerable right now for him.

When she felt his hand disappear from her bum, she braced herself and tensed up. But Loki noticed and he waited a moment. When she started to relax a bit, that’s when he struck.

As his hand connected with her backside, she yelped and jumped, her skin burning instantly under his palm. He rubbed over where he had just hit and gave her wrists a reassuring squeeze. ‘Alright, sweetling?’

Mia took a moment to catch her breath. ‘Ye… yeah.’ She squeaked. If that was him being gentle, she knew it was only going to get so much harder.

And it did, but not quickly. Loki did a few more swats in the same tempo, her skin started to turn a delightful shade of red. And it burned, but Mia was ridiculously turned on too… She was rather surprised at her body’s reaction to that kind of pain.

Loki smirked when he saw how wet she was becoming, her cunt was glistening beautifully. He smacked her again, making her yelp. Then he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers through her folds and over her clit, making her whine and squirm on his lap.

‘Oooo, sweetling. You are incredibly wet for being spanked.’ He chuckled while stroking her clit.

She didn’t respond with words, just mumbles and whimpers, making Loki smile. He loved how she was like putty in the palm of his hand.

Loki couldn’t resist making her cum, not that the point of this exercise was that per say… He just couldn’t resist it, he loved making her cum far too much. So with a few more well-placed smacks and some more stroking, she trembled on his lap and moaned as she came.

He petted her bum gently for a moment, until she was over her orgasm. Then he got back to business with the spanking. His hits getting harder and harder, until he knew he was at her limit. It was no longer exciting, it was painful and on the edge of unbearable. He could tell by the way the noises coming from her were no long moans or whimpers of surprise, it was becoming cries of pain.

Stopping and sitting her up, he saw her eyes were watery just before she hugged him tightly, hiding her face. He stroked her back softly and rocked her back and fore.

‘That was the very fine line right there between fun and punishment, wasn’t it sweetling?’ He asked knowingly.

She nodded against him. He leaned back and gripped her chin softly, so she had to look at him.

‘Were you close to using your safe word?’ He asked.

‘I… I don’t know.’ She said quietly, glancing down.

‘Speak to me, Mia.’ He urged on.

‘I just… It kind of surprised and scared me how much I enjoyed it. Before it became too painful. I didn’t think I would like pain play, even a little. I don’t want to like pain.’ She said shyly, fiddling with the collar on his shirt.

Loki smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a spanking for fun. You see, it’s the intimacy. My hand being there, marking you physically too. The vibrations likely stimulating you, since it’s so close to your quim. It all adds up.’ He grinned at how shy she seemed from talking about it.

He flipped them around on the bed, so she was beneath him and giggled when he nuzzled her nose with his own. He took hold of her wrists gently and raised them up above her, holding them together in one hand he stroked her cheek with the back of his other.

‘Do you feel like you enjoy being restrained?’ He asked, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

‘I… think so.’ She nodded eagerly.

Loki’s smile grew even larger and he gave her wrists a squeeze. ‘Perhaps I should tie you to my bed for a day, make you cum repeatedly, then you might not have the same opinion about it.’ He threatened playfully.

He felt her shift slightly beneath him at the thought, her eyes glazing over a little and her cheeks burning bright. The thought arousing her.

But first he had more important things to sort out. He had her roll over onto her stomach as he had a tub of cooling cream appear in his hand. He scooped some out and rubbed it onto her heated backside, she gasped from the coldness at first, but then relaxed as he massaged it in well.

It took the heat and sting out from her skin almost instantly, giving her some relief.

‘It won’t stop your bum from being a nice colour, but it will help with the after pain.’ Loki said.

‘Thank you, Daddy.’ She said and smiled at him over her shoulder.

Loki felt so warm and fuzzy inside. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. ‘You’re welcome, my little sweetling.’

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The following day, Loki went to see Mia in her room. She was still in her pjs, having a long lie as it was her day off.

She felt a little shy being in her pjs when she let Loki in. But he kissed her forehead and gave her a hug, making her relax instantly.

‘You look adorable, sweetling.’ He purred, stroking her hair. She blushed as she smiled up at him.

‘I have something for you.’ She said as she bounded excitedly over to her bedside cabinet. Loki raised an eyebrow in surprise.

‘Oh?’

She took out a box and handed it to him excitedly. She bobbed up and down on her toes while Loki opened it. He was so surprised and warmed to find a lovely green and gold scarf. It looked like it wouldn’t have been cheap either.

‘Oh sweetling, thank you so much. This is beautiful. What did I do to deserve this?’ Loki smiled widely at her.

She shrugged and smiled sweetly up at him. ‘I just wanted to get you something.’

Loki pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. ‘Thank you so much, Mia. I love it.’

Mia beamed happily in his arms, she was so pleased that he liked the gift.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #blushing in his colours #chapter 10 #fanfichiddles

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #13: A Touch of Kindness

Prompt: contact (free write!) | Master Post | On AO3

SPOILERS for Shadowbringers MSQ through the quest “The Wheel Turns.” Prequel to (and explanation for certain phenomena) to FFXIV Write 2019 fill “Tonk!”

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“What about you, anyway? You must have friends like Seto. Chocobos, perhaps? Come on, you lot tell me something for a change.”

Well, with an invitation like that…

Ardbert was kind enough to let the four Warriors of Darkness clean up, first; Synnove, Rereha, and Alakhai scattered to their individual Pendants suites, and Ardbert patiently waited outside Heron’s suite, only going back inside once the others returned, freshly scrubbed. Synnove and Alakhai brought ingredients for a hearty stew, and Rereha two bottles of wine.

While Alakhai chopped potatoes and carrots, and Heron cubed the meat, and Synnove divided up the sandwiches for the carbuncles, Rereha regaled Ardbert with a story about how she and her sky blue jennet, Madrigal, had successfully led a group of bandits on a merry chase through the Shroud while the rest of their patrol from the God’s Quiver had freed the bandits’ prisoners.

“If we got too far ahead, she’d stop, turn around, and wark! to get their attention again,” Rereha said cheerfully while Ardbert clutched his stomach and laughed. “Hand to the gods, I wasn’t telling her a damn thing; hells, I kept begging her to stop taunting them, some of those arrows were a little too close for comfort!”

While Heron began a story about the time her destrier, Antoinette, had ended up the surrogate mother of a nest of ducklings, to the destrier’s irritation and Ardbert’s open delight, Synnove seared the meat, humming and occasionally rubbing at her chest. Once the stew pot was on the stove—and a generous pour of Rereha’s wine added—the Highlander shared the tale of how her Chantilly had been instantly enamored of a flyer’s shaffron they had seen for sale in Tailfeather and practically shoved her rider over to the merchant to purchase it. That had set Ardbert laughing and drew out just how Seto had received his beloved medallion.

Alakhai was in the middle of retelling the time her Bansh, bored and looking to start trouble, had stolen Chantilly’s shaffron from right off the other chocobo’s head, when Rereha slid off her seat and wobbled for the sideboard where the second wine bottle was. Ardbert, however, was in the way, but, well. He was a ghost. No big deal, after all, even if it was probably rude to walk through someone.

A flash of light sparked, and Rereha bounced off the hume’s shins, landing on her back with a thump! and staring up at the ceiling in a daze. “Ow,” she said, reaching up to rub her nose.

Dead silence settled on the suite. All of them stared at Rere, who blinked back before her eyes widened as realization settled on her. All four women swung their heads around to stare at Ardbert.

His jaw worked furiously. “Um,” he finally managed.

Synnove poked him in the cheek.

“Um,” he said again, when her finger didn’t go through. There was another flash of aether, but less brilliant this time.

“Experiment time,” Synnove said. “Alakhai?”

The Xaela kicked a chair over.

Ardbert carefully sat—and didn’t phase through. Blue eyes huge, he reached out for one of the glasses of wine on the table. This time, though, his hand did phase through.

“Oh, that is such bollocks,” he said.

“Another experiment,” Synnove said, grabbing him by the hand and yanking him to his feet.

He yelped. “Good gods, Greywolfe, watch it—”

She ignored him, dragging him behind her as she threw open the suite door and strode out and down the hall. Her three sisters-in-arms followed, peering around the frame around them. Distantly, they could see someone else—an elf—coming from the opposite direction. Synnove slowed and let go of Ardbert, turning her head to mutter something to him. He looked at her incredulously, but sighed, and as they passed the elf unlocking the door to her own suite…

…he walked right through her.

As soon as the elf’s suite door clicked shut, Synnove was bolting back to Heron’s suite, Ardbert hot on her heels. The other Warriors of Darkness stood back of the way of the door, and Heron hurriedly shut the door as soon as Ardbert crossed the threshold.

“What the FUCK,” Rereha whisper-shouted.

“Could it be related to the Echo?” said Heron.

Synnove shrugged helplessly. “Possibly,” she said. “Our only option to test that would be Minfilia, and that would need to wait until later.”

“Not the Echo,” Alakhai said, pointing.

Both women turned. Heron visibly melted and Synnove starting cooing.

Ivar, disturbed from his nap by the ruckus, had extricated himself from the pile of sleeping carbuncles over by the window and stalked over to Ardbert. The ruby carbuncle stood on his hindlegs and braced his forelimbs against the hume ghost’s thigh, glaring up at him and making a sound somewhere between a bark and yowl. Up! He paused, ears flicking, and chattered, less demanding. Please!

Ardbert, bewildered, glanced over to Synnove. She made an encouraging motion, and the hume bent over, carefully grasping Ivar’s upper body, and hefted the carbuncle up.

Ivar almost immediately curled up in Ardbert’s arms, snuffling at his face curiously, and turned to face Synnove with a happy chatter. I like this one, Mama!

And then he began to purr, crackly like a hearthfire, rubbing his face against the ghost’s. Ardbert squeezed him instinctively and swallowed heavily. He shifted Ivar so the carbuncle was mostly balanced in one arm, and used his free hand to scratch behind the carbuncle’s ears, increasing his purring threefold. Ardbert swallowed again, clearing his throat. “Damn, I’d missed this,” he said, voice rough. “We never had carbuncles here on the First, of course, at least none that I ever encountered. But. Something soft to hug…”

The Warriors of Darkness exchanged looks, and raised their hands to begin talking rapidfire in their private sign language.

What the fuck.

Not the Echo, or not entirely? Carbuncles use my aether.

If we’re the only ones who can see him, should we even bother to do the research?

I’m giving him a hug.

Alakhai, Rereha, and Synnove startled, and Heron didn’t wait for them to regain their words. Instead, the roegadyn took the three strides over to Ardbert, leaned down, and wrapped her arms around him and Ivar tightly.

Ardbert froze, eyes so wide it was almost comical. But Heron gave him a gentle squeeze, and slowly, very slowly, he relaxed little by little, until he was leaning fully against Heron. He raised Ivar up to bury his face into the carbuncle’s side, and Ivar just kept ramping up his purrs.

“Shite,” came Ardbert’s watery, muffled voice.

The remaining three Warriors of Darkness glanced at one another. Nodded.

And very carefully, they joined the hug, too. Rereha started humming, something soft and lullaby-like, and the group stayed that way, wrapped around their ghostly and each other, as Ardbert’s shoulders silently shook while he cried into Ivar’s fur.

#ffxivwrite2020 #final fantasy xiv #shadowbringers #spoilers #ffxiv spoilers #5.0 spoilers #ardbert #oc: synnove greywolfe #oc: rereha reha #oc: dancing heron #oc: alakhai noykin #synnove's carbuncles #dt's writing

[madpanda75]

“Taking Chances Part 7: All in the Family”

I’m back with the latest chapter where Rafael spends a Sunday with the Carisi family. So sorry it took me so long to get this out. Thank you so much for your patience and thanks for all of your sweet comments. Stay tuned for the next part ❤️

The clang of the bells of St. Thomas pierced through the Staten Island spring air, their melodic rings beckoning churchgoers for Mass. Rafael watched people dressed in their Sunday best walk through the red double doors of the stone cathedral as you drove the car into the church parking lot.

Turning off the ignition, you looked towards Rafael and gave him an expectant smile. “Ok, you ready?”

A sigh below past his lips. “Ready.”

“Are ya’ nervous?” you teased with a playful nudge to his shoulder.

“Me? Nervous?” Rafael scoffed. “Please, I do not get nervous,” he lied when in reality, he was a bundle of nerves. In his nearly twenty years as an ADA, Rafael had faced down cold-blooded murderers and rapists in the courtroom and yet he had never been more nervous than he was at that moment.

Ever since the unfortunate encounter in his office, he had been unable to shake Sonny’s voice from his head, a terrifying thought under any circumstance. What if your family shared his sentiments about the two of you dating? He could envision it now—a large Italian family shooting daggers at him as he walked arm in arm with you. It would be like re-enacting a scene from The Godfather.

You arched a brow at him, not falling for his cool facade. “Everything will be fine,” you reassured him. “Anyways, it's not my family you should be worried about. You should be more worried about bursting into flames when you step into the church.” You leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, “Especially after what we did last night.”

“How could I forget,” he purred. The image of you tied up and blindfolded to the bed, writhing in ecstasy as he licked whipped cream off your nipples was forever seared into his brain. He cupped your face and captured your lips with his, tracing the seam of your mouth with his tongue. You softly moaned and tilted your head, deepening the kiss when a tap on your driver side window caused you both to jump and split apart.

There was your older sister, Gina, standing outside your car with a smirk firmly planted on her face. “You might wanna watch where ya’ suck face, lil’ sis. Father Betino just walked past. See ya’ inside,” she said with a wink and headed towards the church.

You rolled your eyes and stepped out of the car with Rafael. “So which sister is that again?” he asked.

“That’s Gina. She just got engaged for the 11th time to a Wall Street broker. She claims this time it’s for real that he’s ‘the one’,” you explained, using air quotes before winding your arm around his as you walked up the stone steps. “Teresa, my other sister, strictly dates men who make six figures and above. I swear she considers Forbes to be her own personal dating ad. Ya’ already know Bella and Tommy, and of course there’s Sonny. Any questions?”

“Gina, Teresa, Bella, Tommy, and Sonny,” he softly repeated, trying to retain the information you had just thrown at him. “I think I got it.”

He opened the door, stepping inside after you to find your family waiting in the vestibule, their loud conversations echoing against the walls. Several children, who Rafael assumed to be your nieces and nephews, ran around the giant holy water font, laughing and squealing in delight. The door closed behind you with a deafening thud and the family chatter came to a halt, their attention now turned towards you and Rafael.

“Hi everyone.” You smiled and waved, being preoccupied with Rafael and work it had been ages since you had seen everyone. Your family swarmed you, sweeping you up in hugs and kisses. Spotting Rafael awkwardly standing off to the side, you reached out and grabbed his hand, leading him to your parents. “Ma, Pops, this is Rafael Barba.”

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Carisi. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said and extended his hand to your mother.

“Please, call me, Julia,” your mom replied and shooed his hand away, pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Rafael. We’ve heard so much about you.”

You tapped her on the back.“Ok, Ma. Please do not crush my boyfriend to death,” you joked.

When she let go, Rafael noticed how much you looked like your mother—the same warm eyes, same brilliant smile, same delicate nose. He briefly imagined what you would look like when you grew older and his heart fluttered at the thought of standing by your side in the years to come, surrounded by children and grandchildren.

Unfortunately that thought was quickly dashed when he noticed your father. Dominick Carisi, Sr. stood with his arms crossed, tilting his head as he inspected Rafael with a slight frown. It was the same look that Sonny had whenever he was eyeing a potential suspect. A look Rafael recognized all too well. Standing his ground under your father’s steely stare, he held out his hand.

After a pregnant pause, your father finally shook his hand. “You can call me, Mr. Carisi.” He wrapped a protective arm around you. “So, you’re the one my little patatina has been dating.”

“Pops,” you said in a warning tone.

“Oh Dom, relax.” Your mom waved him off, turning her attention back to your boyfriend. “So are you Catholic, Rafael?

“Ma, please,” you whined and gave Rafael an apologetic look.

“It’s ok, Y/N.” Rafael smiled. He knew all too well what it was like to have a prying parent. “I was raised Catholic. I used to go to St. Rita’s with my mother in the Bronx.”

“How nice. Maybe she can join us sometime,” Julia said.

“Ok, Ma. Why don’t you and Pops go grab our pew before the Marchese clan steals it from us again.” You gently lead your parents into the church. “We’ll see you in there.”

Your sisters walked past you both, greeting Rafael on their way inside to join your parents. Teresa gave you a subtle thumbs up and mouthed, “He’s hot,” before she ran to catch up with Bella and Tommy.

You stayed in the vestibule with Rafael, knowing he would need a minute or two to recover after meeting your family. “See that wasn’t so bad.”

Rafael let out a long breath. It was only 10:15 and he felt as if he had just ran a marathon. “They’re great,” he replied. “Hey, what does patatina mean?”

“My little potato,” you mumbled, your cheeks turning bright pink. “Apparently, I resembled a lumpy spud at birth.”

He laughed and took your hand, leading you into the church when Sonny burst in. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find a parkin’ spot,” he said a little out of breath. Giving you a big hug, he then turned and noticed Rafael. His face instantly fell as soon as he locked eyes with the ADA. “Barba.”

“Carisi.” Rafael gave a curt nod of acknowledgement.

Your eyes darted between the two men like you were witnessing a tennis match. “You know this may seem like a crazy idea, but while you’re out of work, why don’t you call each other by your first name?”

“Fine,” Sonny conceded and opened the door to the church as the choir began to sing. “After you, Rafael.

Rafael shook his head. “Oh no. After you, Sonny.”

Sonny feigned sincerity and placed his hand over his heart. “Oh no, I insist.”

“No, I insist,” Rafael retorted.

By this point, Mass would be over and Rafael and Sonny would still be arguing about who goes first. “Hey Abbott and Costello, how about I go first.” You walked between the two men and grabbed Rafael by the arm. “What am I gonna do with you two?” you whispered, leading him down the aisle to the front pew where your family was sitting.

*****

Rafael was a lapsed Catholic. He hadn’t stepped foot inside a church since the SVU squad arrested Monsignor Mulregan for an underage sex trafficking ring. The lack of humanity he had witnessed over the years combined with his turbulent childhood had made his relationship with faith complicated.

But on this particular morning with you by his side, all the cynicism and doubt he had towards a higher being seemed to wash away. Rafael focused on the words being spoken. The words forever etched into every Catholic’s memory; no matter how long it’s been since they attended Mass. The same words he would speak every Sunday as a child sitting next to his abuelita. Stealing a glance at you, he softly smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, feeling completely at peace.

After the service, everyone caravanned over to the Carisi home for lunch. Hearing stories of your childhood and working with Sonny over the years had made Rafael curious about your parents’ home. As you parked in front of 193 Sycamore Avenue, he was pleasantly surprised to find a red brick Victorian home with a front porch and bay windows. It was like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. There was even a white picket fence.

As you walked up the steps with Rafael, hand in hand, you overheard your sisters talking and kids screaming, creating a cacophony at a dangerously high decibel. “Ok. Easy part is over. Now we have to go to lunch.” You let out a long breath. “Brace yourself, Barba.”

Before you could pull your key out, Teresa beat you to the punch and flung open the door. “Come on in, baby sis and Mr. ADA.” She winked at Rafael and took his coat, placing it in the entryway closet. “Hey, uh...Mr. ADA?”

Rafael blushed. “You can call me Rafael.”

“Ok, Rafael.” Teresa furrowed her brow as she took in his state of dress. “I couldn’t help but notice your Tom Ford designer suit. Tell me how much does an ADA have to make in order to afford that type of fashion?”

You glared at your sister, stepping between her and Rafael, who was still stunned at the intrusive question. “Mind your own beeswax, Teresa Emilia Carisi.”

“Break it up, ladies. Don’t make me get the hose,” your mom warned, popping her head out from the kitchen before turning to Rafael. “Make yourself at home.”

“Do you need any help?” he asked, finally finding his voice.

“Absolutely not. You’re our guest.” She smiled and went back to work.

“Come on, Rafi. Let’s get out of here before Teresa asks for your pin number.” Teresa stuck her tongue out as you led him into the living room.

Your father came bounding down the stairs with a newspaper in hand. He observed how you giggled and wrapped your arms around Rafael. Just as he was about to step into the living room and tell the older man to watch where he put his paws on his angel of a daughter, Mrs. Carisi called him. “Dom, I need your help!”

“Coming, honey,” Dom grumbled and gave Rafael a stern look. “Behave yourself in here. Remember to leave room for the Holy Spirit.”

You rolled your eyes as soon as your father left. “I’m sorry about my family. I know they can be a little much.” Taking his hand, you traced a prominent vein, following its path up to his wrist. It’s not that you were ashamed of your family. It’s just that you knew how they could be. Overprotective. Nosy. Overbearing. There was a reason why you had only brought one other boyfriend home, apart from Rafael.

“It’s fine, hermosa,” he reassured you before wandering around the living room, taking in the fireplace, the cozy furniture, walls filled with family photos, and a large sign that read “La Dolce Vita.” There were also enough statues of saints and the Virgin Mary that Rafael was sure that Mr. and Mrs. Carisi could start their own church.

Rafael spied a picture of you as an enthusiastic twelve year old with braces and butterfly clips in your hair. “That was taken at a Backstreet Boys concert,” you said with a sheepish grin.

A smirk tugged at his lips, noticing a family photo hanging over the mantle. A large picture that appeared to have been taken at JCPenney during the height of Olan Mills. You were a happy chubby baby being held by your mom surrounded by your siblings and father. “Huh, you really did look like a potato when you were little.”

“Jerk.” You playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure, what do you have?”

“Well we have water.” Winding your arms around his neck, you tugged him down for a slow tantalizing kiss. “Wine?” You kissed him once more. “An assortment of products made by the Coca Cola Company?” With a flirty giggle, you captured his lips again, fingering the hair on the nape of his neck.

He pulled away and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Water will be fine.”

“Coming right up.” You teasingly nipped his bottom lip and went into the kitchen.

Rafael sat on the floral printed couch and looked over at the picture of you at the Backstreet Boys concert perched on the end table. The longer he stared at that photo of you as a tween, the more apparent the age difference between you became. While you were fangirling over boy bands, he had already been working as a lawyer, making grown men cry on the witness stand.

He turned away from the photo only to find all of your nieces and nephews, some of which had suspicious sticky-like substances on their hands and faces, standing in the living room, staring at him like a pack of meerkats.

Rafael audibly gulped but tried to play it cool, remembering that children could smell fear.

A young boy, who looked about 8, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes spoke first. “Are you Aunt Y/N’s friend?”

“Uh, yes I am,” he replied.

One of your nieces giggled. “Are you her boyfriend?”

“What’s a boyfriend?” asked another little girl with pigtails, who couldn’t have been more than four.

“That’s when a boy is friends with a girl but they kiss a lot,” explained the sandy blonde haired boy. From there it was an interrogation that would’ve put the FBI to shame with each of the kids asking him question after question.

“Do you kiss Aunt Y/N?”

“Are you gonna marry Aunt Y/N?”

“Are you gonna have kids?”

“Can I be in the wedding?!”

“Me too! Me too!”

“I wanna be a flower girl!”

“No me first! I wanna be the flower girl!”

“I can talk to dogs!”

Rafael’s head was spinning. He couldn’t get a word in edgewise over the kids and that dog comment left him completely stunned. Thankfully you and your father came in right before Rafael was sure the children were about to re-enact a scene from Lord of the Flies.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” You gave Rafael a sympathetic smile and handed over his glass of water while balancing a drooling baby on your hip. “Hey kids, why don’t we give Auntie Y/N’s friend a break. Uncle Sonny’s in the backyard and he has chocolate!”

“Chocolate!” The kids screamed and ran out of the room to go maul their uncle.

Rafael looked at you as if you had just offered him a seat on the last lifeboat during the sinking of the Titanic. You were about to sit down when you made a face and sniffed the air. Hoisting the baby in your arms up, you took a whiff of his diaper. “Phew, little man. Your diapers smell worse than the bathroom after your Uncle Sonny uses it.” The baby laughed in response. “I’ll be right back, Rafi. Bella, I’m going to change your offspring,” you shouted, heading up the stairs.

Dom Sr. placed a crudités platter on the coffee table and sat down in his usual chair in the corner of the living room. “So, I understand you work with Sonny.”

“Yes, sir,” Rafael said, reaching for a carrot stick.

“You know, Sonny was a big fan of yours. That is until you started dating Y/N.” He crossed his arms and fixed Rafael with an icy blue stare.

Rafael returned his gaze, refusing to back down. “This isn’t just a fling, Mr. Carisi. Y/N is very special to me. She’s my world.”

The older man was slightly stunned by Rafael’s admission. Before he could come up with a response, Sonny stumbled into the living room with a squealing little girl clinging to his leg. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was a mess. The man looked as if he was coming back from fighting a war and he was on the losing side.

“Ok, Y/N. You win,” Sonny said, completely out of breath. “Go play with Nonni for a little bit. Uncle Sonny needs a break.” He set his niece down and ruffled her hair as he left to go help his sisters set the table.

The little girl ran up to Rafael and gave him a bright smile, climbing up on the couch next to him. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Your name is Y/N too?” Rafael asked.

She nodded her head enthusiastically causing her pigtails to bounce up and down. “Yep. Mommy named me after my favo-wite aunt! What’s your name?”

“I’m your aunt’s friend, Mr. Barba.”

“Mista Bawba.” Little Y/N tested the name on her tongue.

Rafael bit his cheek to keep from laughing at the precocious child. “You can call me Rafi if you like.”

“Ok, Wafi!” She hopped off the couch and ran out of the room, returning in a matter of seconds with a book that was almost as big as she was. “Can you wead?”

Rafael chuckled a bit. “I think I can manage.” Y/N climbed back on the couch and made herself comfortable on his lap, ready for him to start. Glancing up, he saw Dom Sr. with a pleasantly surprised look on his face. He gestured for Rafael to go ahead. Clearing his throat, Rafael cracked open the book and began to read the story.

You came bounding down the stairs with a freshly changed baby only to stop in your tracks when you came upon a sight that made your heart flutter, soar, and anything else that might require a trip to the cardiologist. There in the living room was your boyfriend with your little niece sitting on his lap, making her giggle as he did funny voices while reading her “The Day the Crayons Quit.” The book you had gotten her this past Christmas.

Sensing your presence, he stopped mid-sentence and caught you staring at him. “Don’t stop now. This is the good part.” You immediately plopped down on the couch next to him and little Y/N. His expression softened and he paused, committing this moment to memory: you sitting by his side with a baby nestled in your arms. Locking eyes, you simultaneously knew that this was what you both wanted—a family. It never felt right with anyone else. But having a family with Rafael, there was no other way to describe it other than perfect. And he felt the exact same way.

*****

“How cute is that?” Gina cooed.

Teresa set the placemats down on the dining room table and went over to her sister. “I know. I think my ovaries just exploded.”

Bella nodded as she laid out the silverware. “Ma needs to get a mop cause I’m a puddle right now.”

Sonny walked in from the kitchen with an armful of plates, furrowing his brow when he saw his three sisters practically drooling. “What’s goin’ on in here?”

“Oh nothin’. Just watching the sexy Cuban man in the living room entertaining our children,” Bella said.

Sonny followed his sister’s gaze to find you and Rafael, surrounded by all of your nieces and nephews playing Candy Land, even your father had joined the game. “Rafael? Please,” he scoffed. “If you find uptight tiny men with overly coiffed hair attractive.”

Gina made a face. “What’s with you?”

“Yeah,” Bella chimed in, taking the plates from her brother and placing them on the table. “I thought you worshipped the ground this guy walks on.”

Sonny snorted. “That was before I caught them on Nonna’s table.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N told me about how ya’ cock blocked her.” Gina smirked and nudged her brother. “Sounds like our lil’ sis is getting satisfied.”

“I wonder if he has a brother,” Teresa mused.

Sonny groaned and plopped down on the dining room chair. “Not you guys too. Anyways, don’t start planning Y/N’s bachelorette party just yet. After tonight, I predict this relationship will start to fizzle out pretty fast.” He stood up and finished setting the table.

“Sonny, what did ya’ do?” Teresa put her hands on her hips and gave her brother a warning glare.

“Why are ya’ pointin’ the finger at me. I’m just sayin’ don’t expect those two to work out. There may be someone else out there for Y/N.” Sonny shrugged and grabbed a piece of garlic bread, taking a bite. “Someone more appropriate. Someone who’s not about to enter their twilight years,” he muttered.

All three of his sisters swooped in and surrounded him. There was no place to escape. He was trapped. Teresa narrowed her eyes. Gina smacked the bread out his hand.

“You better not fuck this up for her. I mean it. She’s happy.” Bella punched him in the shoulder.

“What’s going on in here?” Julia arched her brow, setting a large platter of ragu tagliatelle on the table.

“Nothing,” all of the Carisi children simultaneously said with innocent smiles plastered on their faces.

Knowing her children, Mrs. Carisi was not buying their act. “Uh-huh. Last time you said ‘nothing’. I caught you all fingerpainting the living room walls with chocolate syrup. Whatever you’re doing, stop. It’s time to eat.”

*****

“More parmigiana, Rafael?” Julia asked with a warm smile as the ADA devoured his food.

“Yes, please.” Rafael happily accepted the platter and took his second serving. “Everything is delicious.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” she replied. Mrs. Carisi had outdone herself. The dining room table was laden with various pastas, lasagna, mussels in a simmering broth, and bread. With each bite, Rafael could feel his stomach expand and yet he couldn’t stop himself from eating. By the end of the night, he was sure one of his buttons would pop.

Taking a sip of his wine, he noticed a painting of what looked to be a street market in Italy on the wall. Vibrant colors depicted vendors selling fruits, vegetables, and various wares on a cobblestone alley. Rafael lost himself in the artwork for a moment. He could practically hear the Italian women barter and bicker over the best price for tomatoes. “That’s a beautiful painting.” He turned to you. “Let me guess. One of yours?”

“Actually that was painted by my grandmother. It’s a market in Naples. My great-grandfather used to sell fish there every week and Nonna Carisi would go with him. She would paint to pass the time,” you remarked.

“You never told me that before,” Rafael said with a smirk.

“Nonna Carisi was an amazing painter,” Julia added. “She used to babysit Y/N. I would come home from work and find them both painting their next masterpieces.”

“Guess it runs in the family then.” Rafael gave you a sly wink.

Mr. Carisi softly chuckled. “I remember when I came home from the hospital after having my heart attack and Y/N announced at dinner one night that she decided to quit the MBA program at NYU so that she can devote her life to art. I swear, I almost had another heart attack right here at this table.”

You sighed, having heard this story countless times before. “Life is short, Pops. I would rather spend my time doing what I love and pursuing my dreams than being bored and miserable reviewing portfolio investments and marketing strategies, slaving away for the almighty dollar. Besides, aren’t you always saying that all you want in life is for your patatina to be happy?”

Mr. Carisi nodded and softly smiled. “Yes, I did and I’m proud of you and what you’ve accomplished.”

“I think Y/N is an incredible artist,” Rafael said. “When we first met, it was her passion for art that really struck me. Her paintings are absolutely captivating. She’s one of the most talented people I know.” He took hold of your hand under the table, running his thumb across your knuckles. Your sisters gave each other a knowing look, wiggling their eyebrows while your brother rolled his eyes. You blushed at his compliment and took a sip of your wine, never letting go of his hand.

“So, when do you two plan on tying the knot?” Gina asked.

You whipped your head around. “Gina?!”

Your sister feigned innocence. “What? I was just askin’. And anyways, time’s a wastin’, lil sis.” She held up her hand and showed off her 3.5 carat pear shaped yellow diamond engagement ring. “Tick Tock.”

Your mom’s eyes lit up. “You know, Nonna Carisi’s wedding dress is in the attic. We can head up there after lunch and try it on.”

“Just as long as you have the wedding in the fall,” Bella said and rubbed her belly. “It’ll give me time to lose the rest of the baby weight.”

Teresa shook her head. “No way. She should have a summer wedding. I bet my firm can book the Plaza for August.” She immediately took out her phone and started to shoot off a text to her assistant.

As your sisters argued over your wedding date, your mom continued, “Of course, we’d have to alter the dress. Nonna Carisi was a little hippy. God bless her.”

You turned beet red. The last time you were this mortified was when you were 16 and got busted making out in the movie theater by your parents. “Can we please stop this crazy conversation and come back from whatever insane alternate reality you ladies are living in and just enjoy our meal. Not another word about the Plaza, wedding dresses, or anything about my or Rafael’s future for the rest of the evening. Thank you.”

Everyone around the table was quiet and focused on their food until Rafael cut through the silence. “Just as long as our kids don’t look like a sack of potatoes, I’m good.”

Rafael’s surprise joke caused you to choke on your wine. He patted your back as you coughed and sputtered. Surprisingly, your father snorted a laugh. As the day progressed, he began to grow fond of Rafael. The laughter became infectious and soon everyone joined in. Well, everyone except for Sonny.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Sonny shot right up with a smug smile on his face. “I’ll get it.”

Your mom and dad eyed each other curiously from across the table. “Were you expecting someone? Dom asked his wife. Julia shook her head no.

You dropped your fork with a clang, instantly recognizing the voice of the person Sonny was greeting at the door. “Hey everyone! Look who’s here!” Sonny announced as he led Theo into the dining room.

All the color drained from your face, you looked as if you had seen a ghost. The shock of seeing your ex quickly began to wear off and was replaced with rage. White hot, explosive rage. As your blood began to boil, you silently debated who to kill first—your brother or ex-fiance.

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|THE PLUG|M|JIMIN|3|

SMUT/ANGST

***While out at a bar…one of Jimin’s “customers” finds out the hard way that he’s not one to be fucked with! And you find out he looks reallyyyy hot when he’s angry! Like..let’s have sex in the bathroom hot***

-JIMIN’S YOUR PLUG…AND HE’S KIDNA BECOMING YOUR MANS!

The OC is finally getting to see him in his...element...but can she handle it?

Dark haired Jimin has arrived…

The OC is officially his baby, he’s soo damn soft for her

Jimin’s smooth and fine AF and he knows it

Tatted and pierced Jimin’

Slight cliffhanger.....

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***This can be read as a stand-alone, without confusion but the topic of “TIM” which is discussed towards the end... Won’t have the same effect....until you go back to the previous chapter! ***

NOTE- I’m not sexualizing violence, what I AM saying is, yes it’s sexy when your partner can hold their own when provoked. Let’s be real nobody wants to see their man get his ass beat!

WARNINGS:Bathroom/ Public sex,Dom Jimin, Oral  I.E you let Jimin fuck your throat, then he goes down on you from the back, Dirty talk, Overstimulation, Light praise kink, Light daddy kink, Implied cumplay (it will make sense once you read it) A ton of teasing prior too soo ugh yeah, have at it!  

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“Do you ladies mind if we join you?” The sound of his voice alone had you shifting in your seat, a slight arch curling up your spine, subtly crossing your legs, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. Well, isn't this a pleasant little surprise? Already well aware of who it was before you even turned around, there was only one person that could have this kind of effect on you without even seeing their damn face.

Trying to play it cool as your gaze fluttered to your left, eyeing him under your full set of lashes though you failed miserably! Once your eyes finally took him in, like..really took him in, it’s just...fuck it’s only been two days...since you’d seen him! Two fucking days man! Apparently, within those two days, Jimin decided to wake up and choose violence, and his main attack was apparently opting against being a bottle blonde. Obviously, you knew that wasn’t his natural color, I mean...duh, but that's the only one you've ever known when it comes to his appearance.

And if you thought that look was lethal apprently you aint seen shit yet..

Currently standing in front of you with an almost jet black mane of hair on his head, holding it’s usual slightly tousled look, a couple pieces falling in his face. Though you can’t even deny how much healthier it looks, full of volume, damn near a Panteene commercial at this point! The dark contrast only amplified his features especially his cherry-stained lips and caramel complexion. Bouncing against a barely buttoned leopard dress shirt and distressed black jeans, you had to give it to him, Jimin had style. He’s a subtle flexer if you will, far from the stereotype that probably pops in your mind when you think of your “Local plug” A little less gaudy monogram designer, and a little more... Urban Outfitter. He didn’t want you to look at him and just “know” who he was or what he did…

I’ll tell you one thing, there wasn’t a damn thing subtle about how hard you were staring, eyes undressing him from head to toe without even trying. A slight hiss leaving your lips in the process, the smirk on his face proved he was pleased..gazing back at you, eyes demanding your undivided attention which you gave effortlessly. Head cocked to the side as he appraises you, piercing teasing at the corner of his mouth as it runs along his bottom lip. 

“Hi” Lashes fluttering in there direction, Melissa’s delivery was strong enough for both of you and you didn't blame her, I mean fuck, you really couldn't! Not when he was standing in front of you looking like the whole damn menu and the dinner mint! He was also accompanied by an equally attractive slightly taller gentlemen, dark wavy hair, dressed in all black. Thankfully he seemed to be the one she was automatically drawn too, would've been kinda awkward if her eyes swayed in the other direction.

“This is Tae, and I’m Jimin…” Licking his lips slowly teeth grazing his bottom lip, eyes locked and loaded in your direction, this man just really wasn’t trying to give you room to breahe! Just permanently keeping his foot on your neck and there wasn’t shit you could do about it. Thankfully your already sitting, so he can’t tell your knees are knocking together. Though, you already knew the game you just walked into, almost feeling like an unintentional form of roll play if you will. As both of you decided to keep this very, very low key until you figured out what “This” actually is.

“Melissa..”

“Y/n..” Purred off your tongue, casually flipping your hair over your shoulder, cocking your head to the side slightly as you continued eye fucking the hell out of him. Let’s just say you were a little more than thankful that this was just a little “Game” and Jimin’s already going home with you tonight if you even let him make it that far. Thighs already humming, you’d be down to bend over the bartop right now to be honest, fuck before the nights over you just might.

A pleased little humm leaves his lips in response, eyes flickering down to your almost empty martini glass. Bracing his weight on the bartop, diaglog to yours, fingers gently grazing your arm.Blunt nails teasing against your skin in the process...

“Aye Kol,” Flicking his head twords the four of you, indicating he wanted the bartendrs attention. “Let me getttt..mmm” Whisitling absently filling the silence while he contemplates on his posion of choice. Though all your thinking about is how good his lips look pouted out like that, and the way they feel wrapped around your-

“Four shots of Don..add it to my tab... “ Eyes drifting away from the bartender, only to shamelessly let his gaze drop down to your breast which you currently sitting and on full display in your LBD. “You are absolutely stunning by the way…”  A slight smile tugging on his lips as he raked his fingers through his hair. Casually invading your space placing a thigh between your legs just enough for his cologne and body heat to slowly consume you. I swear your a second away from melting against your seat as we speak! There was just something about the current gleam that laced within those big puppy dog eyes of his that just had you melting in your seat.

You couldn't even help the giddy, almost nervous chuckle that left your lips at that, feeling almost uncomfortably flustered actually, finding it hard to even hold steady eye contact with the man before you. 

Jimin shakes his head absently “Fuck adorable” Rolls off his lips low and warm, more so for him than anyone else, though you heard and it instantly rips you right out of whatever little world you were just floating in. Smacking him in the chest playfully, eyes rolling with all the sass in the world which only has him smiling even wider. So fuckin fond it’s ridiculous! 

I guess becase in all actuality the two of you technically skipped this phase in a sense. So having Jimin walk up to you at a bar, smooth as can be, flirting as if it was his first time meeting you, as if he was trying to make a lasting impression, was one of the sexiest things he’s ever done.

Before you could even respond the drinks were placed in front of you,and these were the biggest “shot” glasses you’d ever seen but okay, pop off I guess. Nose burning from the smell alone, a second a way from growing chest hair.

 “Are we toasting to anything?” Your eyes snapped in his direction and holyshit, that was the first time you heard this Tae human speak and his voice did NOT match his face! Like at all...the deep baritone caught you completely off guard, and that was clearly all it took before Mel was damn near in his lap doubling over.

Jimin shrugged short and nonchalant, waving the class around as he speaks ”Shit why not..” Pausing so you could all raise your glasses “Here's to us having a damn good night” Eyes wandering in your direction, gaze dropping, right along with his voice...  “...with two beautiful women…” Yup, theres a slight chill moving up your spine.

“Ohhh” Eyes flickering between both men “The toast is in our honor? Aren't you charming” Mel bit back playfully, something a little wicked playing within her iris which earned a quick wink from Jimin. Leaning in to click your glasses together,taking it straight to the head and instantly regretting the shot all in one gulp! Chest burning slightly once it slid down your throat, you watched Jimin bite into the lime with a smirk, clearly liquor was equivalent to water when it comes to him. He didn't even flinch, just as you were about to grab yours he grabbed your jaw, holding it ajar as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Letting the two of you volley the tiny piece of lime against your tongues before he ultimately ended up swallowing it. A slight moan leaving your chest as you relaxed into him the bitterness of the lime and tequila melting along his tongue.

Before you even knew it, your hands are hangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, he was pulling a way and you were damn near chasing after him. “God I can’t wait to take you home…” Slurred off his tongue, never fully pulling away from you..the admission ripped a smile from your lips.

“Who's to say I’m going home with you?” Eyes heady and full of mirth as you rake your nails down his neck “We just met sir…” Breaking away from the kiss, reclining in your seat,lashes fluttering up at him far to innocently for overall motive. Coly teasing the pointe of your stiletto up his inner thigh and the level of smugness that curled up his face let you know you really didn't wanna hear a damn thing he had to say.

Leaning down so his lips were brushing over yours, halting your motion, with a  hand firm around your thigh, spreading them apart slightlu. Teasing towards your heat which you know actualy feels like heat because your currently sitting here clenching around fucking imagination as his hands briuse against your skin. Fingers trickling up twiards the edge of your panties, toying ith the lace,and it took every once of self contraol not to grind into his hand. Not that  You already knew he got what he wanted, you were already wet … question answered! Brow arched arrogantly, pulling back signaling for you to hop off the barstool.

Casually dusting his tongue over his fingertips though you know in all actuality theres nothin there...but fuck man!

“That’s, how I know your going wherever the fuck I want you too…” Grabbing your hand to pull you in front of him before letting his hands find their home on your waist. Leaning don to pres another firm kiss along your lips. Now that ”Introductions” Where out of the way, Jimin didn't need to censor himself anymore. Realistically if you really had just met..this is the perfect setting for the two of you to be all over each other with no questions asked. “

“Aye Tae” flicking his head to the side slightly gesturing he wanted them to leave, Jimin lead the way..guiding your hips where he wanted you to go.

“Sooo, is this the part where you actually do something about the current situation you caused between my thighs orr”  Tilting your head up so your lips brushed against his ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth, the bite wasn’t the most playful to be honest, he sensed how impatient you already where. Not that he cared, Jimin loved getting you riled up, needy, begging...all the things you hate because you HATE to be teased.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, hands stroking up your sides, nosing at the rook of your neck “Not yet baby...daddy still has some business to handle first…” Fingers trickling down your forearm before intertwining your fingers, leading you through the sea of people. 

Business? What kinda business are you handling at Orleans on a Thursday night? You knew better than to ask, so you just conuntied walking. You weren’t expecting to see him until close to midnight. if you even saw him at all so just his presence alone was welcomed, sexual or not!  

Jimin lead the four of you to this area in the back of the bar, it was tucked into a niche within the wall, you’d noticed it before typically reserved for private parties. Once you enter you see about 10 people spread out around the black leather couches, a couple bottles sitting in the middle. The majority of them were girls, as expected but that’s when you realize you've seen this group of guys around before..with Jimin actually. Eight months ago at Jhonnys wasn't the first time you’d ever seen him it was just the first time the two of you actually spoke. Considering these faces were very familiar you couldn't help but wonder if two of them where Yoongi and Namjoon, especially considering the way they looked at you. As if they knew you weren’t just some random chick from the bar that Jimin planned to take home for a one night stand! A combination of a smile and a smirk tugged on there lips as you walked past.

“Business” Is exactly what this was though...a business outing if you will, Jimin was here for a reason, more than just drinks and domb brick oven pizzas! Since he lives almost 40 minutes away from where it appears he does most of his business which is probably intentional and really smart actually. Once or twice a month to cut down on the commute he stays stationary in a public..crowded place, like a bar or a club...and make himself accessible to his regulars. That’s also the reason he’s not alone..why he has backup if need be!

Giving daps to a couple of the guys sitting around, you noticed the way some of the girls attempted to size you up. Not that you gave less than a damn, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you swayed in Jimin direction. Little did you know they all took turns throwing themselves at him one by one  and he respectfully declined...nothing but salt dusting along there face.

Letting your hips get lost in the music as a mix of “LUV” By Tory Lanze came on...dancing your way back to him, eyes trailing you before head to toe. “Come’re” Biting down on his bottom lip as he signaled for you to follow him as he walked backwards. Actually he swayed backwards, body rolling effortlessly against the beat, luring you away from the group.  Leading you towards the back of the room until he was happy with the amount of ‘Privacy” the two of you had, pulling your waist against his, until your lashes were almost touching. Eyes leveled, while both of you found the rhythm of the song. One thing you knew for damn sure is Jimin could dance, and he danced just as smooth as he fucked! You found that out the first night you met him, in a setting very similar to this actually, pressed against one another in the back of a bar, grinding the night away.

He was a smooth, effortlessly sexy.. he knew how to grind against you without just slamming his hips into you, like he was playing bumper cars! The dim lighting in the bar only added to the overall aesthetic. Adding the perfect glow to both of your skin, making you look even more alluring than usual..almost mysterious the way the lights hit your features.  Brining your hands up to caress the back of his neck, eyes prying into Jimin’s merrsically as you rolled your hips with the beat. Effortlessly matching your rhythm with his hips as they swayed along with yours, letting you take the lead for now. Lips purposely ghosting over yours, refusing to give you what you needed..just enough to drive you insane.

Jimin’s hands were itching to get closer to you, soothing them down to take a possessive hold on the curve of your ass. Tiling your lips up to ease at his ear ”I need to feel you closer than that…” Purred off your tongue while your nails clawed at his scalp. Not even bothering to respond, grabbing your wrist to spin you around so your back was flesh against his chest..ass at perfect height to grind against his hips. Resting your head on his shoulder, gaze slightly hazy, caressing the back of his neck in one hand. Lips trickling up the side of his neck “You look really sexy tonight by the way…” left your lips in nothing but a moan. Pushing your ass back to grind into him even deeper, Jimin's hands taking a firm grip on your waist,

Now it was his turn to be in control.

“Yeah? Is that why you’re practically fucking me right now?” Breath hot and heady against your skin “ You’d let me have you right here wouldn't you?” An all-knowing chuckle rattled through his chest, fingers teasing the hem of your dress, edging it further and further up your waist “ You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you..” Nipping at your ear, guiding your hips to match the deep waves of his, lips panting into the side of your neck.

A low whine leaving your throat, eyes fluttering shut “You already know I would…..fuck your so hard right now…” You could literally feel his dick pressing into your ass, the imprint was so strong you almost questioned if he actually whipped it out! Slipping your hand between the two of you, cupping him in your palm until you were satisfied with the slight whimper that left his throat.  “Thatt’a boy..”

The two of you carried on like that even into the next song,,breathing each other in, hands gripping onto any and everything they could reach. Jimin started whispering in your ear , everything he wanted to do to you tonight everything he was going to do to you tonight, and at that point it was game over! Your entire body was aching for him, one more deep roll of the hips was all it took to snag his last ounce of self control. Swinging you around so your back was flush with the wall “Jimin fuckk-please..” Whined from your lips and you weren’t even sure what you were asking for...were you asking for him to fuck you!? NOW!? In the back of a VIP room..hell yeah you were, a second away from begging for it actually...until

“Tae-TAE! Aye...come’re man, come look at this shit!”

The words, more importantly, the delivery had Jimin halting momentarily, it was actually scary how quickly he could switch gears. While you were left totally breathless and a little confused as he pried his eyes from yours letting them flutter over his shoulder. Observing the way the younger slid Melissa off his lap so he could see what was going on. The voice flooded from behind the set of deep red curtains which acted as the “door” if you will.  Letting your hands smooth up his back, naturally you find yourself intrigued by the situation just as much as Jimin.

“Who is that by the way ” Eyes flickering in the tallers direction observing the way he actually almost appears to be arguing with whoever he’s talking too.

A slight smirk tugging on Jimin’s lips as he brought his focus back to you, caging your body between his and the wall with one deep roll of the hips. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. In an attempt to distract you as he knew you wouldn’t like his response. Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, teasing your skin with the cool metal of his piercing until he pulled a restrained moan from your throat. “Just… one of my boys baby…”

His very VERY vague response triggered an exasperated huff to leave from your chest eyes rolling to the back of your head. This only made Jimin chuckle unbothered as ever, as he continued trailing kisses up the side of your neck.

“Listen, when it comes to my feelings I’m an open book, whatever you want from me you can have.” Pausing slightly smiling at how adorably bratty you looked, a slight pout moving up your face.Flicking at your bottom lip with his thumb, soothing over the soft skin. 

“Buttt, when it comes to my business…” Brow tilited in your direction “For your safety as much as mine…for now…the less you no the better.” Leaning down to place a kiss along your forehead “ He’s a good kid though, if he wasn’t I wouldn’t let him within breathing distance of anyone you know…trust me baby..” Lips heading south until they finally met yours, the strong bite of tequila still laced against your tongue as he kissed you!

You wanted to continue pouting and argue but realistically you had no right so you checked yourself real quick ! This was still fresh, and Jimin’s not some pretty boy in a suit, he’s a pretty boy who also happens to be a drug dealer!

Hands slowly soothing up his chest before letting them have free reign to get lost in his freshly dyed locks! Hiking one of your legs around his waist so his hips could be buried as deep as possible. Yet Jimin couldn't focus, as much as he wanted too..and he really wanted too,he found himself constantly distracted by the bits and pieces of conversation that kept bouncing in and out of his ears! Hoping Tae could handle it on his own, but considering the way things kept escalating he knew he’d be forced to step in..and just like clockwork.

“Nah fuck that! You're not running this game one me! He’s right over there, I’ll just go take my issues up with your boss..” Jimin was waiting for it, it was clear as all hell he wanted to be heard to begin with. “Since you wanna act brand new! AYE PARK!”

Pulling away from you with a growl that made your chest tighten. Tossing his head back, taking a couple slow steady breaths as if he's tryng to recenter himself. Doing some form of inner “Don’t kill this motherfucker” mantra, the pause is so baited it’s almost as if he was debating weather to respond  or not! 

Once Jimin’s eyes fluttered open his entire aura changed withi seconds... “There better be a damn good reason for you to be interrupting me right now...” Gaze daggering in the duo’s direction  jaw tight, brow arched. Gently unwrapping your leg from his waist, ushering you to sit on his lap as he sat on the couch.

“No there's not! Ignore him he’s fucking wasted!” Tae tried, oh he tried, to cut in and end whatever “This” was but clearly that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Yes there is-”

“No there’s not-”

‘What the fuck is the issue!? I don't have time for dumbshit.” Though he wasn’t yelling the sudden grit within Jimin’s voice was something completely foreign to you...his demeanor was something completely foreign to you. “Who the hell are you, and what’s your malfunction?? “ Flagging his hand haphazeradly as if to say “Hurry the fuck up!”

A dry scoff left the mans chest at that, almost charging in your direction, Jimin didn't flinch but the grip he held around your waist tightened on instinct. You’d be lying if you said you didn't get a little nervous, body tensing slightly under his hold.

“Fix this shit!” Pouring out an entire eight of weed onto the table...just casually...in the middle of a bar, throwing the black plastic bottle in the process. Making it rithoche off the table, almost hitting you in the face actually, Jimin’s reflexes coming in without a second thought, swatting it out the way.  The way Jimin’s eyes cut into however the hell the idiot was..let you know he just royally fucked up! The sharp breath that slipped past your lips did not go unnoticed…it’s like the sound suddenly set a bomb off inside Jimin’s head.

“Joon…” Sliding you off his lap gently almost ushering you to the left, but it was clear you had no idea what he wanted that’s when Namjoon spoke up.

“Over here sweetheart..” Signalling for you to sit next to him, the warmest smile on his face, his gesture not at all matching the setting, but you couldn't complain. His voice extremely soothing which helped since you were feeling a little more than uncomfortable right now!

“Min, Escort all of the ladies out of the room please…..”

Jimin’s delivery mirrored Namjoons, calm, collected, unbothered actually... which had you questioning if stuff like this was a common occurrence for him! Just as you went to get up Namjoon grabs your wrist.”Not you..stay where I can see you love…”

Ohh..Ohhh..Kay??! I mean to be fair you’d prefer not to be here right now but sure okay!

Mellissa’s eyes searched yours cautiously because again, she didn't know your history with Jimin but you flagged her along. Thankfully Tae whispered something that must've put her at ease because she left.

Jimin's eyes cut down to all the contorbant lying out in front of him, he knew it would only be minutes before the smell flooded the entire back area of the bar. His crop was cured to perfection, every batch.

“I paid for an eighter , look at that shit! That’s not a fuckin eighth...I want my shit fixed, and weighed out in my damn face!”

A sigh of almost embarrassment left your chest at that, you could see the issue off rip, so could Jimin.  Outside of the fact that you could literally smell the cheap vodka pouring off his tongue as he spoke…Whatever strand he got was dense...so on the surface until it’s broken apart it may not “look” like an eighth. That’s why you weigh your weed...the nugs weren’t even open. All he did was open the cup ...poured it out ...and bitch!

Jimin raised up from his seat slowly, walking in his direction, nodding actually..almost as if he was genuinely taking in what this guy had to say. Not stopping until the pair were eye level, yet surprisingly whoever this dude was, he didn't back down. Eyes narrowing in Jimin’s direction, as you sat back anxiously, waiting  for someone to say something!

“Get the fuck outta my face.” You damn near choked when you heard that,who the hell is this man and where's Jimin!?

 “After all that...” Flicking his hand around as if to reiterate all the previous bullshit as he pointed down at the table ��I don't give a fuck what you paid for what you THINK your missin!” You could see his jaw twitch from where you were sitting, you’d never heard his voice that dark, stern, this level of dominance was a completely 360 of what he’s like in the bedroom. This was “The Plug Jimin”,  the one that lies beneath the pretty face when you push his buttons...and he was a different type of beast, literally!

“I just paid your boy $80.00, weigh my shit and fix it! I’m not fuckin leaving until you do...I got all night” Shoulder taut, chest puffed, though he still looks a tab bit ublanaced, you could probably knock him over right now. 

An almost inconvience sigh leaves Jimin’s throat, merely risiting the urge to smooth out the crease forming between his brows“I’m not askin. But for the record, what you paid for is lying on the table…” Pointing at the gangle of weed just chillin, again in the middle  “And that’s exactly where it’s gonna stay-”

“The fuck if it is …” Pressing both hands firm against Jimin’s chest, not knocking him back hard enough to earn the reaction he was clearly looking for though!

“Oh shit…” Accidently slipped past your lips thankfully in nothing but a whisper but Namjoon heard you, a low chuckle forming in his chest.

Leaning over to whisper in your ear ‘Yeah, he’s fucked…”

Jimin stagers back into frame, fingers clenched at his sides..“You came in here, disrespected me and my space, threw a bottle that almost hit my girl in the face…” There was a slight pause and you swore you heart about fell out of your ass, did Jimin just call you

  “His girl”!?

‘And you think I give a flying fuck about your eighth?” Head cocked to the side, looking genuinely perplexed as he posed the question “Again. Get. The. Fuck.Out.Of.My.Face.” Jimin’s push had more impact, damn near shoving him out of the room

At this point Tae stepped in standing in between them holding Jimin's arm slightly once he noticed the guy attempt to walk back in.

Ohhhhkay, now you were nervous, I mean you assumed Jmin could fight right!?HE IS a drug dealer pretty boy or not he has to be able to hold his own right!? RIGHT!?

“So this is the way you run business Park?” He has the nerve to look amused, a dirty little smirk tugging on his lips “Pulling slick shit on your customers ?! What you thought you could scam the white boy from the burbs and I wouldn’t notice? That's a bitch ass move even for you!” An arrogant chuckle leaving his throat “I bet you Tim’s reallllllllll  fuckin proud, such a fuckin joke!” Shaking his head mockingly…

Did he just!? Tim? Really!? Hell you were ready to knock his ass out yourself at this point, you wouldn’t even fault Jimin for whatever happens next! EVEN if he swings first, drunk or not there’s fucking boundaries!

Tae could feel Jimin’s body go completely rigid, it was almost scary how quickly he switched from frustrated to straight furry. Jaw sitting so tight yours was throbing at just the site alone, “What the fuck did you just say!?” You swore Jimin’s eyebrow was damn near touching his hairline it was quirked so strong, God you were hoping he wasn’t stupid enough to respond..the shit-eating grin and arrogant chuckle that feel from his lips said otherwise though...

“I said-“ The smile was knocked right off his face , literally Jimin's fist connected with his jaw so hard you almost felt the need to stroke your own! Especially with the amount of rings he had on, you knew that impact was nasty as he hit the floor, the little shit was resilient though! He tried to pop back up and Jimin literally pounced on him, you weren't even concerned or scared anymore you were lowkey cheering him on in your head! Not saying you want to see anyone get physically abused but fuck, he knew what button he was pushing when he mentioned Tim’s name and that’s exactly why he did it. He wanted this kind of reaction from Jimin, maybe he felt as though that was his “Win” if you will, being able to pull Jimin out of his typical calm, restrained persona! Well, you won...now you get to get your ass beat, and go home weedless so good on you sir good on you!

All you could hear was blow by blow, as Jimin’s fist repeatedly connected to his jaw, each grunt that left Jimin's chest deeper and darker than the last! The boys had somehow managed to step out into the main area which is what caught the bouncers attention. Jimin’s men were the ones prying at him, while security tried to free whoever this clown was from Jimin's wrath. It was clear at that point he gave up, not even trying to fight back.Your first instinct was to try and hide the weed that was literally laying across the table because you didn’t know his relationship with the club employees. The last thing you wanted was for Jimin to possibly get arrested thanks to whoever this asshole was!

That’s when you realized the guards were calling him by his name, which let you know they were very comfortable with Jimin, even there tone as they tried to calm him down. All you could hear was them saying was different variations of  “Relax man, relax, he ain't even worth it!!”.  

To be honest, it seemed as though Tae and yourself were on the same page as he was only half heartedly helping! Jimin was clawing at every piece of clothing he could reach, he was not trying to let this man walk free. What made it even worse is it was like he enjoyed this? You swore you could still see that shit  eating grin on his face once they finally pried Jimin off! A gritty chuckle leaving his lips as he spit on the floor nothing but blood leaving his lips, aiming in Jimin’s direction. “Bitch” Slipped past his lips, as they rangled him to his feet, funny how that's the first thing to leave his lips as he just got his ass beat!

Yoongi ended up being the one to actually get Jimin to let up, arm wrapped around the front of his chest, pulling his backwards by shoulder. Finally able to see how hard Jimin was panting as Yoongi whispered something in his ear which you assumed was in Korean because you couldn't even remotely understand what was said.

“Get him the fuck outta here!!” Growled from Yoongi’s chest with so much rage,and unrefined emotion,and that alone let you know how much he cared about Jimin. You could feel his anger as held his friend, who finally appeared to be calming down. Reclining almost fully into the man behind him, essentially dead weight as he tried to calm his body down. Not even notcing once the bouncers pulled the “customer” out of the room, he was still yelling some obsenary but that this point nobody even cared enough to feed into it! The room slowly started to clear out, I guess everyone got the unspoken memo to give the two of you some space! The air felt almost suffocating once they all left, not sure what to say, or how to approach him after what just took place.

Jimin just stood in the middle of the room for a minute, hands braced on his hips, head slouched slightly as he tried to pull himself together. Little did you know he was actually nervous, wondering if he just comepley shattered any and every chance he had with you after what just happened! Walking over to plop down next to you on the couch panting heavily, ruffling his fingers through his slightly damp locks. For some reason the minute he sat down, you could sense his body language, how uneasy he felt, so you made the first move. Silently playing with the strands of hair behind his ear until his eyes fluttered over at you. Before you even had time to say anything he moved you onto his lap, a slight squeal leaving your lips in surprise. One hand finding its home on the curve of your ass while the other caressed your jaw, a deep exhale leaving his chest before he posed his question.

“You okay?” Tone slightly weary as if he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know the answer to his own question.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you gazed down at him with nothing but fondness! Already well aware he wasn’t just referring to the bottle almost hitting your face he meant in general, especially where he was concerned!

Leaning down to kiss his nose, not even caring that he was slightly sweaty, keeping your lips in place for a moment, feeling the way his entire body lax around you. “I’m good baby…. but I’m also an educated weed  ...connoisseur, who understands density levels...within different strands soooo.....”

The ugliest cackle ripped from Jimin’s lips at that tossing his head back in pure amusement, the entire vibe took a complete 360 which is exactly what you were aiming for! Yeah, shit got crazy, your original plan when leaving the house was just to grab some drinks with your girl but hell here you are!

The smile that laid along his face was short lived,it was written all over his face how mentally and physically disturbid his spirit was! And it had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with you, cocking his head to the side slightly so his eyes could lock with yours....

 “I know-I don’t get to pick and choose but fuck, I really didn't want this to happen this way, I keep telling you “For you safety the less you know the better” yet... I damn near walked you straight into it tonight! You didin’t ask for this shit!” You could hear how frustrated he was with himself as he spoke, tone getting extremely gritty!  “I-You sure your okay? You sure your still down for all this?” The intinisty that laid within his eyes as he said that was almost stiffeling, Jimin was searching for even a flicker of uncertainty. He wouldn’t find it though,your mind was already made up! “I wouldn't blame you if you weren't at this point!You havent even gone a full month with me and your watching me step out of character on some dumb shit!” 

God you hated how hard he was being on himself right now, especially considering tonights circumstances “I literally got into a fight because some drunk idiot can’t weigh his own weed, and I physically brought you right in the middle of it, I told myself to leave you alone. Let you just chill with your girls but I just-couldn’t” Shaking his head in almost disgust as he relived the past half hour in his head,hearing how shaky and vunerable he sounds had your heart sinking “Fuck- I dont know, I don’t even knnow what I’m trying to say right now, I mean I can’t apolgize because this is my life, yet I feel like I owe you one…” Tossing his head back ruffling his fingers through his scalp hastily.

Jimin’s never promised you rainbows and butterflies, and he damn sure never once sugarcoated his lifestyle!  All he promised you was him...all of him, and he’s delivered every time! Cupping his jaw between the palm of your hands “Jimin, baby stop, I’m not goin anywhere.... don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl! I got this, plus “that” Gesturing at the weed still sprawled out along the table “ Was NOT your fault, the last thing you owe me is an apology,that asshole deserved everything he got! You warned me what I was stepping into with you, I CHOSE, to say yes, nobody forced me into this...and I still want it , I still want you! You never promised me a cake walk... you promised me you...as long as you give me that, I’ll figure the rest out on my own!”

You could litterally feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the couch while you soothed your palms, down the side of his neck, over to his chest, fuck he was so damn soft for you! You could see it in his eyes how much that confirmation meant to him, taking your hand in his, kissing the back of your palm. “Thank you” fell from his lips in nothing but whisper.”You already know you got me, in anyway you want me....I told you..you can have anything you want from me” Pulling you down for a kiss, just letting his lips linger against yours...not in any rush to do much else, he just wanted to feel you!

That alone had you moaning into his mouth, he had you wrapped around his finger jus as much as you did him! “I’ve missed you by the way, my beds been a little lonely” letting your hands have free reign under his shirt, your warmth pressing against his skin. “Plus.” leaning down to bury your face in the crook of his neck “I really want your dick in my mouth..,I still can’t get over how sexy you look when your angry... ” Sinking your teeth into “Your spot”, with a moan grinding your hips down into him.

“Babyyy, fuck” Moaned from his lips bucking his hips up into you making sure you felt how hard he was,but more importantly reminding you who was in control .

“You still feel really tense baby...I think we need to do something to release all this pent up adrenaline..” Rolling your hips into him even deeper

“God yes, you dont even know how bad I wanna fuck you...how hard I wanna make you come”  Just like clockwork, bedroom voice activated, panties completely soaked!  “Babyyy let me fuck you!”Not even attempting to pose it as a question because he already knew the anwser!

“Fuck, I’m not stopping you!”

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Within minutes your back was slamming against the bathroom stall so hard the divider was shaking, Jimin threw his entire body onto you, as he slid his tongue into your mouth with zero warning. Not even bothering to ease his way into it, he started off deep, needy, both of you needing so much from each other all at once .Hands romaing up your body, hiking your dress above your waist, not even caring to be quiet, if someone heard they heard, fuck it!

His hands were everywhere and so were yours tugging on his hair, his clothes, any and everything you could reach! Damn near ripping his shirt open you were growing so impatient to feel his skin against yours. Guiding your hand down to work his zipper, sliding his jeans down his thighs, while he pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the ground in front of his feet.. ‘Knees baby….” rolled off his tongue and to be honest you couldn't drop down fast enough, you already knew he was rock hard. No “Prep” was needed, this was solely for his pleasure as much as your. Mouth watering the minute you freed him from his boxers, he was thick and veiney, and just fucking perfect.

Glancing up at him almost doe eyed, adding a deep arch into your back as you blew on the tip “Fuck my throat…”

A smirk moved up Jimin’s face at that, letting his hand stroke your cheek“Open up, show me how much you can take baby”

Wrapping your lips around his tip, suctioning your lips around it, slowly massaging the head with your tongue. Eyes fluttering up at him, reaching over to dig your nails into his thigh, until his hand moved over to your hair, moaning out around his length at his tight he gripped your scalp. It was literally throbbing but that's why you wanted, slowly rolling his hips into your mouth “Oh fuckkkk..” head hitting the wall as he felt your jaw lax. Not stopping until he hit the back of your throat, pulling back tentatively, you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your hand. Not expecting you to start off that deep, you decided he needed a little push so you slowly started sucking him deeper, and deeper, until he yanked your head back. Holding you in place the smirk more than evident in your eyes “God I’m gonna fuck you sooo damn hard..” Growled from his lips as he slowly started to roll his hips into your mouth, everytime your mouth came flesh with his pubic boone his hand caressed the back of your head.

“Babbyyyy fuckkkkk” there it was, your favorite sound ...Jimin whining! Glancing up only to find him completely lost in the moment, eyes shut, jaw slightly ajar. His opposite hand soothing it’s way up your back as he started to pick up momentum. Rolling his hips into your mouth at a deep steady pace almost making you gag, making him feel like you were almost swallowing his dick. “Mm, your soo good baby that feels so good” the words were so faint, the fact that you already had him THIS GONE, in combination with his words of praise had your entire body tingling. Jimin’s dick was throbbing from how tight your lips were wrapped around him, fluctuating the pressure you applied, while stroking his length with your tongue.  His fingers taking an even stronger grip on your hair, as he bucked up even harder into your mouth. “Fuck stop, baby stop, stop!” Almost begging at this point, and when you decided to be a little shit...he pulled you up by your hair. Lips swollen and wet, licking his way into your mouth just enough to say  to tease you, spinning you around, letting your face almost slam into the wall in the process.

“You reallyyy fuckin askin for it tonight!”

Dress sitting mid stomach, “Well, I have been ask-fuckkkk” hand connecting to your ass with such impact you literally screamed, your skin was throbbing under his palm. Somehow you missed the part when Jimin dropped to his knees the realization came once you felt his teeth sinking into the curve of your ass. Sucking down on your skin until it was the shade of his liking, keening out in the perfection combination of pleasure and pain!  Spreading your cheeks, leaning up to bury his face within your heat, Jimin wasn't teasing tonight he was on a damn mission. “Jimin fuck-”  Reaching up, to hold onto the top of the stall devider for support, actually you were falling into it! Jimin's tongue was every damn where, the perfect angle to get his tongue deep into every crevice within your folds.  Body jerking, at every lingued stroke of the tongue, still not used to the added pressure Jimin’s piercing added, and honestly you never wanted to get use to it!   ‘Oh my godddd..” Eyes squeezed shut as his name fell from your lips repeatedly as if that was the only thing you knew how to do right now.

You could fee the tip of his nose brushing against your lips as he worked your entrance with his tongue, waving it in and out until you started trying to clench around him for more stimulation. You could hear how wet you were, how messy he was, the sound of your juices sliding around as he laped his tongue from top to bottom, teasing at your ass slightly. Moaning out as your juices slide down his face, the added vibration almost had you  toppling over yourself. Wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking, hard..as if he was trying to suck your soul out of your pussy you couldn't even breathe. “Jimin-Jimin-fuck please...just fuck me pleasee…..”

Soothing his hands up your thighs, laying his tongue flat against your heat, taking a couple long slow strokes, kissing his way up the curve of your ass as he finally got off the floor. Pressing down on your back “Arch for me baby….” Spreading your legs apart, as you lowered your spine “Put your other hand up here...your gonna need it..” God you could hear the arrogance within that but you were too needy to be a smart ass right now! Running his fingers up and down your lips which were currently dripping down his hand sliding in three fingers deep, with ZERO warning. The high pitched  moan that left your throat bounced off every wall in the bathroom, and you couldn't even get yourself to care.  Not wasting any time as he curled his fingers upwards pumping them in and out, just enough to have your walls slightly at ease. “Fuckkk…baby “ face contouring in nothing but pleasure as he felt  how wet and warm you were. He knew you really weren’t stretched out enough but fucking you open with his fingers felt like pure toture at this point. Sliding his fingers out, using your juices to coat his length, making sure he was nice and wet before he slid in.

Lips kissing along your shoulder as his tip teased up and down your folds “Jimin pleasee fuck me!”  

You were getting bratty, and impatient as you rocked your hips into him. Forcing his tip in slightly rocking back until his hands met your scalp, pulling your neck back onto his shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the base of your neck “Don’t fuckin rush me!” Growled against your neck as he dug his nails into your thighs, finally sliding in completely. You almost choked, as you felt him force his way through your heat in one steady stroke.His body flush against yours. Even though you were dripping , you still needed a moment to adjust to his stretch and he could tell. Massaging your ass gently kissing his way up your neck. He could feel you pulsing around him as you tried to adjust both of you moaning from how good he felt inside you. You couldn't help it, you were just sucking him in, involuntary clenching and releasing, and you heard him wince every time. “You ready for me baby?.” His tone was different this time around, more..intimate if you will ...instead of physically responding you just rolled your hips back into him which was all he heeded, to get him going.

Suddenly the two of you heard the stall open, the person actually into the one to your right “Good luck with that…” before you even had time to process what he meant he slammed his hips into you, a gritty chuckle leaving his throat once he heard the squeal that left yours! “Sorry...”Nothing about that even seemed sincere, considering the way continuously kept pounding into at that pace. The grip he held on your waist was so tight you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. “Shhhh” taunted off his lips with a smirk as he pounded into you …

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was enough of an indication as to what was going on, not to mention you weren't even close to quiet at this point which only added fuel to the fire.  “God your so fucking loud!” gritted through clenched teeth “You like having daddy cock inside you that much baby? Hmm you don’t even care people can hear me fucking you right now? Hear how wet your pussy gets for me” He was right you could physically hear your wetness as he slide in and out, you were dripping down his balls.

“Yes, fuck, feels so good-” you were practially whsipering you were so winded Hhs strokes were long ...deep, but fast, he was trying to ruin you and he was succeeding.  Everything was hazy you didn't care who was or wasn’t around, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body so desperate for realise you were milking every inch of him. You could feel him hitting every spot, unraveling you never by nerve, he was all you needed, and more right now. You felt high when he was inside you, everything was just hypersensitive, It was like you could feel every detail of him. From how veiny he was  to the way his dick curved,as he coursed through your walls,coating every inch of him in your juices. And the best part is, he wants some fling at a bar he was yours..alllll yours!

“You wanna come so bad don’t you baby, look at you..dripping down my cock, such a good girl for me . I can feel you sucking me back in, fuck…” His hand smacked against the wall, as he continued to roll his hips into you, one hand digging into your hips, neck reclined, jaw extremely tight. He was just as fucked out as you were trying to hold it together,until he had you were he wanted you.

“Fuck, please, please let me cum god I can't-” You legs were starting to give in, you needed him to give you that little bit of stimulation you needed or let you do it yourself. You felt his hand move over to your bottom lip, eagerly sucking  them into your mouth, moaning against skin. His hand finally meeting the area that’s been crying out for him, and your body almost caved in, at the sudden stimulation and he wasn't gentle. Attacking your already overly sensitive bud, moving his fingers in a counterclockwise motion as he kept steady pressure on your clit. You felt the familiar feeling start to build up in your core again, you were clenching around him so tight you almost felt light headed . His lips met the side of your neck again as he flicked the skin with his teeth.

Not even able to fathom how you hadn't passed out and how he was able to continue at this pace, as he slammed into you. He’d rock his hips into you fast and hard, yet almost rolling them out of you, so it felt like he was almost..curling upwards..hitting every inch perfectly . “Right there baby? Is that what you need? You wanna make a mess all over my dick???” Nodding frantically, because you really couldn't hold it anymore..”Fucking cum then…” That was all you needed your body was quaking, clenching down around him so hard, you almost lost you balance. Eyes squeezing shut, you skin was on fire, not even able to fully process all the feelings that were taking over your body you were in such intense pleasure. Almost cumming in silence, because you forgot to breathe..”Fuck yes, that’s my baby,soo good for me..keep coming” 

“Oh my- fuck, god...yes...” Your cry wasn’t even audible as you pressed your face into the walls. nails clawing at his clothed thighs, surprised you actually didn't rip a hole straight through ..as pure pleasure rang through your ears feeling yourself drip down your thighs. You felt his hand take a firm grip around your neck, almost knocking the wind out of you as he rolled his hips into you.. deeper..teeth grazing the skin beneath your ear .

“Louder..” The command coming out in the form of a growl coursed through your veins as his opposite hand stayed connected to your clit almost making your knees buckle. You were already so swollen and beyond sensitive ”I said..LOUDER.. You've been begging to come let everybody hear you..let everyone know how good I’m fucking you, and how wet, your pussy gets for me..fuck baby your so wet..” Still amazed how he could sound just as needy as he did dominant, because all of that rolled off his tongue in nothing but a moan..half of his words slurred together. 

Continuing to rock his hips into you as you rode out your high, you felt limp at this point your body was drained..Not even able to cry out anymore instead you were just dry heaving. You honestly weren't sure, how much more you could take, you were starting to get extremely sensitive. Every stoke made your body shudder around him, each stoke made you clench even tighter. Luckily you also felt  how hard he was and how sparatic his thrusts were becoming so you knew he was close. He finally removed his hand from your clit, which allowed you to pull yourself together enough to coach him on “Is daddy gonna come for me? You made me come so fucking hard, You fill me up so good baby..” You started rocking back against him slightly, you felt his damp head of hair hit your back, as his faint moans grew stronger as they got lost against your hair.

“Is that what you want? You wanna feel me between your thighs until we get home??” He was so damn close you could hear it in his voice

Wrapping his arm around your waist his thrusts slowed down but got deeper , reclining  your neck, reaching back to grab the back of his head, making him look at you. Eyelids heavy, skin damp as he sucked his bottom into his mouth, fuck he looked so good. “Yesss, come for me baby pleaseee I need it, fuck you feel so good, ” A deep husky moan left his lips at the sound of your parise,, he fucking loved, it, damn near melting at your touch.He crashed his lips into yours. Tighten your walls around him, as hard as you could and that was all he needed, hearing him moan against your tongue was probably one of the sexiest things you've ever heard. The harder he came the deeper he kissed you, as the grip on your waist got tighter.

Even after he came, while his breathing was still erratic, his lips never left yours, just letting his tongue play with yours lazily and he sucked it into his mouth. You honestly lost track of how long the two of you stayed like that, both of you were sweating hard as hell.You felt his hands sooth up your thighs, as you massaged his scalp, you could the mixture of both of your arousals still running down your thighs.”Your fuckin amazing…” Something about his delivery let you know he meant that more than just sexually! Smiling into the kiss he pressed along your lips as he pulled out,spinning you around so you were finally facing him. “My pretty baby..” Fell from his lips, as he gazed down at you, eyes glazed over, skin dewy, hair a tousled mess over your head..your loose curls now long gone.Panting hard as hell yet in his eyes you looked fucking perfect! 

The feeling of both of  your arousals slicking down your thighs, had you ready to come all over again, Jimin filled you to the brim. Holding onto the top of the divider for support, thighs still shaking especially because you were wearing heels!  “W-What are you doing??” Staring down puzzled once you saw him sink to his knees….

“Look how much of a mess I made…” Teasing his fingers up your folds, playing with his cum that was currently seeping down your thighs “Your drippin everywhere baby..I gotta clean you up a little before we leave..”.

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The two of you walked out of the bar hand and hand, both still head and body high, legs feeling like complete mush in your heels as you clung to Jimin for dear life. Face nuzzled in his side, the cool breeze was more than welcomed, while the two of you maneuvered through the lot. Still full of druken people moving far too slow for your liking! Alll you wanted was to get Taco bell, shower, and crawl in bed with Jimin...in that order!

“Fuck where the hell did I park!?”

Slapping Jimin’s chest playfully ‘How the hell should I know I rode here in a Uber! I swear to god Jimin I’mma make you carry me in a minute my thighs are not set up for this right now, hit your damn panic button!”

“Aye Park…” A voice whispered through the parking lot, the sound alone had Jimin head spinning, squeezing your hand a little tighter, pulling you behind him slightly. Almost as if to shield you from the gentlemen that was currently posted on the hood of a lime green Camaro.

“What’s up?” You could read it in his tone, it was friendly but somewhat cautious all at the same time...clearly, you weren't the only one who picked up on it either. Am amused chuckle rumbled in the stranger's chest, as he wrapped his lips around a cigarette.

“Don’t sound too excited to see me...I drove all the way from Cleveland  JUST for you, you should feel special. Plus..ya boy needs a favor”

You watched Jimin’s eyes flutter shut briefly, reaching into his pocket to hand you his keys “Hey baby..go wait in the car for me...” His blatant shift in demeanor had you a little concerned, more so now than earlier, you weren’t good at hiding your emotions either so he read it all over your face.

“I’ll be there in a minute….” Flicking his head to the left, indicating you needed to dismiss yourself..so that’s exactly what you did! Slipping the keys from out of his hands, scurrying to find his car. A million and one scenarios spinning through your head in the process! 

“Who’s that?” Cocking his head to the side slightly, eyeing your ass, as you walked off...Jimin didn't say shit though, and it took everything in him not too! He didn’t want him to know that he cared enough about you to say something, the less he knew about you the better!

“Don’t worry about it! What do you need Jay?”

  THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW! IF YOU LIKED IT “LIKE IT” COME HIT UP THE ASK AS LONG AS THE SERIES KEEPS GETTING LOVE  I’ll CONTINUE IT! LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI!

FINAL NOTE- OH, IF YOU FOLLOW THE SERIES THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER 21 QUESTIONS BUT THERE WILL STILL BE A PART TWO.THE QUESTIONS THAT ARRISE WITHIN THAT MINI SERIES WILL CORRELATE WITH THE MAIN SERIES...HINTS WHY TIM WAS DISCUSSED IN PART 1! SOOO IN PART 2 THERE WILL BE A HINT AS TO WHO “JAY” IS AND GIVE YOU A IDEA OF WHAT HE WANTS. 

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[yourdeepestfathoms]

Caged Birds Don’t Fly -Chapter Three-

Chapter Three

Birds Of a Feather Flock Together

When Joan turned on the tap, Bee instantly became interested in the bathtub. She hangs from the side of the wall so she can bat at the water, which caused Joan to laugh. She jumped at the sudden sound, but goes back to what she’s doing once she confirms her human was okay.

“Okay, I’m going to try and get that smock off of you.”

Joan grabbed the scissors that she had brought in and waved Bee over. Reluctantly, she climbs down and sat in front of her like a dog.

“Good monster.”

The dual blades slip under one of the laces. For a moment, the leather held, making Joan think they were indestructible, but then the scissors chewed through the binds.

White and blue veins were crawling across Bee’s back, starting from the base of her wings. They clear as day despite her dark skin tone. They seemed to glow a little, pulsating slightly. Joan looks over this new sight before continuing her work, removing the straps and metallic clasps and plates. When everything was off, Bee stretched out her wings and shook herself out.

“There we go. Now, go on, get in the bath!”

The monster eyes her crossly, chuffing softly under her breath. Joan puts her hands on her hips.

“Don’t give me that look, missy. I know you hear me.” She nudges her tail with her foot, “Go on.”

Bee grumbled and then crawled into the bathtub. She loved it almost instantly, purring as she relaxed in the hot water. She leans down and feels a cluster of bubbles with her antenna. The beast sneezes.

Joan grabbed a washcloth and douses it with soap. She starts with the creature’s back, scrubbing off layers of grime and dirt. Bee was very patient, sitting still for her, even when she took the time to clean each of her claws thoroughly.

“Tail.” Joan says and she obeys.

The rag shines the hook-like barb on the tip. Apparently it was supposed to inject a paralyzing nerve toxin or even spray boiling acid.

Right then, Joan realizes what she’s doing. She’s been treating Bee like a friend or pet; a benevolent mute companion. She was the same species as the thing that hurt her- that ruined her life. And yet...

Bee makes a confused noise. She turns around and Joan shrinks away, white-knuckling a rag that was covered in monster grime. She senses that she was probably going to climb out of the tub and touch her. Comfort her. She didn’t want that.

“You scare me.”

For a long time, girl and monster just stare at each other.

It didn’t feel real. The feeling was similar to when you do just about anything at 3AM but without the lucid, otherworldly touch. No, this was sitting inside a thin salt circle at witching hour, shrouded by shadows where something deadly lurks.

What was this? A paradox? A cycle of madness that left her questioning her protector? A wormhole that constantly repeats her meltdowns? A liberation from madness, or an episode? Was this desperately breaking free of something that was going to lull her into mindlessness, or was this a foolish denial of her only possible anchor? Was this hell?

Fear ached in Joan’s stomach. Nameless fear. Unexplained fear. Overwhelming fear. She had to run. She had to get out of the room. She had to get out of the house, away from this, away from this monster, away from this insanity, she needed to breathe, she needed-

The bathroom didn’t feel right anymore. Bee started to snarl. It wasn’t her harmless little growl- this sound was rabid. She gripped the edge of the tub with her front talons, cracking the plaster slightly with frightening amounts of strength. Her tail arches over her back, barb gleaming menacingly. Spines started to grow out of the lacy veins, sharp and quivering, creating a horrible buzzing sound. Those were new; Joan stared in utter horror.

“Bee, stop!” She cried, “Stop it, please!”

Bee rears up with a deafening screech that sends Joan collapsing into a cringing ball of pain. She pressed against the cabinets and writhed, clutching at her ears. From above, the monster continues to frenzy.

“Stop!”

Joan forced herself up onto her knees, flaring out her one wing wide open.

“You know what? Fuck you! If you want to tear up this bathroom, too, then fine. But if you disappear, if you leave me alone like this, if you abandon me, I won’t forgive you!”

Silence.

Bee twitches and then chuffs softly. Her quills retract and she settled back down in the water, gurgling softly. When Joan crawls towards her, she moved away and pressed against the wall. The girl stops and then held out her hand.

“Here Bee,” She called out softly, “Here Bumblebee. Come here. It’s okay. You won’t hurt me.”

Slowly, the monster inches closer and presses her head against Joan’s hand. Her arm looped over her neck and she welcomed the touch.

“I’m keeping you.” The owl murmured, “Let me keep you. I feel braver when you’re here with me.”

The monster purred and rubbed against her in an affectionate way. She was agreeing. She wanted to stay.

“Good monster,” Joan cooed, stroking the base of her wings, “Whatever I did to set you off, warn me next time, okay?”

A gurgle.

Once the two of them parted, Joan continued to wash off the WingEater. They were both a lot more relaxed and Bee ended up playing in the water again.

The bath water became murky grey as more and more soot was removed. It seemed like dirt collectively clung to the leathery flesh over time, making it horribly dirty. It took around ten minutes to just get the top layer off and the water was already blackened. Joan ended up filling up a bowl so she could wash off her rag.

The fledgling uses her nails to get off the tougher layers of grime, something that even she’s a little surprised about doing. Black dirt and ash gets underneath her fingernails, but she doesn’t care. She’s completely focused on cleaning up the monster.

While Bee’s wings were beautiful, some feathers had to be cut off because they were just too stiff and dry. It’s almost like they were rotten. They floated lazily in the water with other clumps of burned fringes or fallen down.

Various kinds of soap and shampoo were rubbed against dark pelt, making the bathroom smell pleasant, despite the burnt scent that tried to combat it. Suds and bubbles filled the surface of the water, making Bee sneeze when they get in her nose. Joan laughs.

Soon, the water became way too dirty to properly clean Bee, so Joan decided to pull the plug. The WingEater gave her a confused look.

“Brace yourself.”

She was so glad she warned the monster, because she was almost positive she would have attacked the shower head if she hadn’t. Hot water sprayed out from the spigot, causing Bee to jump backwards and stick to the wall. She looked completely startled, but slowly lowered herself back into the tub. She began twisting and turning under the streaming rain, purring happily. Joan let her do a little dance under the stream before turning the shower off. When Bee reached for her smock on the floor, Joan scowled and kicked it away.

“You can’t put that back on! It’s filthy!”

Bee chuffed. It’s not like it mattered if she wore anything or not- WingEaters didn’t have visible genitals.

“Let me clean it first, okay?”

When the monster agreed, Joan bundled both the smock and her stained sheets into the washing machine. Bee didn’t expect a stew of bleach, though, so she began to mope. She followed Joan around the house, bleating miserably. Repeatedly. For over an hour.

Joan ended up giving her a plate of leftovers, but she just stared at it unhappily. She yowled and fretted and whined, padding into the laundry room to check on the progress of her weird WingEater clothes. After a moment, she would always return, disgusted by the bleach. Once she took a few trips and tugged helplessly on Joan’s shirtsleeve without changing her situation, she flopped to the floor, huffing and grumbling. Finally, she began to eat.

Joan was actually a little surprised that she would even consume human food, but she seemed to be enjoying the spaghetti. She sat down, watching the monster. Her monster.

———

Was sneaking into a barn to show your pet monster farm animals considered trespassing? Maybe. But Bee’s reaction was worth it.

For once, it hadn’t been a nightmare that woke Joan up. She had plans to sneak out with Bee and just wander around, bonding with the beast. Night seemed to be the only time she could take her out, so naturally she chose to go to a small farm nearby.

Joan steps into the large barn, shutting the door quietly behind her and Bee. The farm animals made startled noises at the sight of the owl and the strange creature. After a minute, they settled slightly, unaware of what Bee really was.

Bee happily pet on the cows and sheep and goats, chirping happily and tail wagging. Joan watched her, smiling.

While she was having her fun, she began to think. Bee was very strange. She was so different compared to what other WingEaters are like, not to mention she can weirdly disappear and reappear at will. It didn’t seem like the rest of her kind could do that.

Joan turned around and opened the door to make sure the farmer was still asleep. That was the plan, but she ran into a problem.

A twisted monster was standing in her path.

It was almost skeletal due to how thin it was, dark red skin pulled tight over its bones. There were chunks missing from the arms and blue WingEater blood was crusted around the mouth. Hunger blazes in its eyes.

“BEE!” Joan screamed.

The beast lunged forward, chipped claws catching on the girl’s coat and ripping the fabric. She spasms in fear, kicking it in the shin and making it stagger backwards. This would have been the perfect chance to run, if the door hadn’t slammed on her wing. Joan’s spine arched and she hissed between her teeth. The WingEater has regained its balance.

“Bee!!”

There’s a roar, similar to the battle cry of a tiger or panther. Bee is perched on the roof of the barn, suspending the rabid WingEater upside down in the air by one of its legs. She growled lowly, seized the tail with her other hand, and ripped it out in one clean motion. The spine comes out with it, along with a gushing fountain of blue blood. Joan feels her stomach turn.

The lights in the farmer’s house flick on. Bee throws the body into the crops, jumps down, grabs Joan’s hand, and runs into the forest. Nestled in the bushes, they watch as a man steps out of the house with a gun and looked around.

Joan is still shaking. Her wing stung from when she was yanked out of the doorway. A few feathers were missing, but that was the least of her worries.

“Bee,” She croaked, “Why was it...?”

Bee wrapped her in her arms first, then her wings. Her claws rubbed soothingly against her back. It was like she was saying, “It’s okay. It was just a fluke. It wasn’t here for you.”

Joan clung to the monster, waiting until her fear quelled. It was easier than before, thanks to her beast.

#wingeater au #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfiction #six ff #six fic #joan on the keys #tw: blood

[authorlmfletcher]

WILD CHAPTER SEVEN - RUN

Marinette stood looking out her bedroom window, hands twisted together awkwardly as she attempted to calm her nerves. It had taken all day for the firefighters to get the fire under control and there had been a worldwide cry at the devastation of such an important historical landmark. Alya and Nino had stayed with her the whole day, watching the experience unfold both from the news broadcasts and their vantage point of Marinette’s balcony.

Now, the sky was dark, air filled with the residual heaviness of smoke. The tears that stung her eyes, however, weren’t so much a result from the air, but more from the complicated emotions that plagued her.

The thought of having to face her partner again in his increasingly aggressive behaviour. She felt torn between her sense of duty to protect Paris and the love she held for the boy who had been her other half for so long. She wanted to save him, help him, free him but at the same time, she had to admit that maybe it would need to be more than that. That she would have to shove her feelings aside and force herself to fight him more brutally than any other Akuma she had ever faced before.

Sinking into the cushions of her chaise, she allowed herself one brief moment of internal panic, picturing the rage she had seen behind his eyes, the roughness of his lips pressed against hers, remembering the feeling of his cataclysm beneath her feet. A shudder ran through her at the memory.

Tikki let out a soft sound, pressing her red cheek against Marinette's as a sign of support.

"I know you are scared," began the small creature. "But Chat Noir needs you. You know that. Over and over, he sacrifices himself because he knows you will save him. It is the same this time. He is counting on you."

Nodding solemnly, Marinette wasn't sure if she felt encouraged or devastated by the reminder of how much Chat loved her. Whatever she was feeling, she knew Tikki was right. Chat was counting on her. He needed her.

Steeling herself, she gave Tikki another cookie, and dumped more into the backpack she planned to bring under her suit.

Alya pushed her way through the trapdoor on her floor and entered the room with Nino on her heels. In silence, the three looked at each other in understanding.

Theories had sprouted all afternoon about Chat's abilities and limitations. He could obviously use Cataclysm, but could he use it again repeatedly?  Did he need to recharge at all? So many unknowns. The main plan was to catch him, bring him somewhere safe (or as safe as possible) and try to break through the Akuma somehow.

But first, they had to find him.

Preparations all set, the three teens headed out of the bakery on foot, kwamis hidden away carefully in their pockets and bags to be called on when needed. The streets were still full of people milling about, chatting about the destruction of the cathedral and speculating on what has happened.  

Careful observations of the rooflines and alleyways revealed that Chat was nowhere around the cathedral nor the bakery. Marinette felt like she knew exactly where he would be waiting.

When the others agreed, they hid together to transform, leaving Alya slightly giddy at the continued reminder that her best friend was also her idol.

Three flashes of colour raced across the houses, heading to the Eiffel Tower. They weren't disappointed.

Chat lounged casually against the beams of the tower, swinging his leg slightly while spinning his tail in a manner that seemed far too calm for his current personality.

"Ah, Milady, you are finally here," he purred coldly when they all landed on the platform near him. "And with part of the team, I am honoured."

His leap to his feet was lithe, a lazy smirk curling his lips. Ladybug tried not to let his relaxed demeanour throw her off. She swung her yo-yo in front of her so quickly it was nothing but a red, whistling blur - a shield against her enemy.

"I tried being reasonable, Chat," she snapped, watching as he shifted into the same predatory stance as before. Rena and Carapace flanked her sides closely. Chat's eyes narrowed as he watched their defensive performance. Noting his ears pressed against his head and his teeth peeking through his snarled lips, Ladybug braced herself for his attack.

It was fast and furious, baton twirling out of nowhere and cracking hard against Carapace's heavy shield with a loud clang. His feet were barely on the ground again before one swung out and brushed against Rena’s legs, sending her jumping back to avoid being knocked down.

Instantly she responded, flute to her lips and a ball of light flashing brightly in front of his eyes, creating an illusion of blackness, blinding him to not be able to see anything. The action forced him to roll away from them, crouched low as his eyes could see nothing in the void that Rena had created, relying only on his hearing instead.

Seeing her opportunity, Ladybug tossed her yo-yo, allowing it to wrap tightly around her partner and pinning his hands and baton by his sides. He tumbled over, eyes screwed shut, trapped by the string of her weapon.

It felt too easy. They couldn’t have defeated him in a short battle, could they? Ladybug was hesitant but hopeful as she approached him, her friends close behind her. His ears twitched slightly as she got closer.

She didn’t know how he got loose from the ties, but suddenly he was on his feet, arms wrapped tightly around her and shoving past Rena and Carapace with a snarl. She didn’t even have time to react, he ran so quickly to the other edge of the platform. They were in the air, falling before she even made a startled squeak.

Instinctively, her arms flew around his neck and her face buried into his collarbone as she trusted him to keep her safe. Many years of partnership trust kicked in without realization while he helicoptered them to the nearest rooftop and raced across the city to a warehouse. Sliding to a stop, he released his hold on her and detangled her arms from his neck with a wicked looking grin.

"I am still purrrrty irresistible, milady, aren't I?" His voice was smooth, but lacking every bit of Chat's usual twinkle and sass. It was harsh. Shaking her head to set her mind straight, she took a step backwards.

“Stop that. You aren’t my kitty,” she ground out, hand dropping to the yo-yo at her waist. “Unless you want to let him out and go away.” Chat just laughed - a cruel, haunting sound ringing in her ears.

“Start running, Bug. Be my mouse. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” A glint of excitement few through his eyes as he ran a claw gently down the side of her face, head tilting sideways. “Make it a challenge, Bug. I love a good game of chase.”

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Black Velvet - Richard Camacho *SMUT*

Pairing: Richard Camacho x Reader

Word Count: 2,195

Warnings: S M U T T Y S M U T

Author's Note: I know I said I would post my Erick one, but it's only half written. As an apology, here is my Richard smut. I hope you enjoy~💋❤

I only ever met one man who knew how to steal hearts, mine especially. I guess you could say that we’ve known each other for a while, but I never expected to give into these thoughts… these feelings I have for him.

I’m getting ahead of myself here. My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I just turned 21 in August. No one knows me better than my best friend, who suggested that we go out together. Now, my best friend was already 21 since March, but she promised to wait for me so we could get drinks together. Katie Kingsley is my best friend and she’s also my personal hypeman.

“Bitch! I thought I told you to get ready!” Katie scolds.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I protested, gesturing to my outfit.

“EVERYTHING! Are you 21 or 81?” Katie groaned as she pulled me towards my room.

Katie handed me a box, gesturing wildly for me to open it. “I got you a gift to open for later, but since you clearly don’t know how to dress yourself-” She cut herself off.

I shushed her by throwing a shoe at her, earning a screech. I laughed before I opened the box. My jaw fell to the floor.

“Katie, what the hell is this?” I asked.

“It’s a dress, dumbass. Are you blind?” She snorted.

Inside of the box was a beautiful, black velvet dress that looked to be my size. After checking the tag, it only confirmed my thoughts. It was my size. She also held up a pair of black heels to match the dress.

“Wear these with that dress. You’re going to look K I L L E R.” She ushered me into the bathroom.

Why did she seem more excited about this than I do?

Oh well.

I stripped my previous outfit and left it on the counter for now. Then, I slid into the dress that she had given me. Damn, it was tight and hugging my curves. It was giving me shape that I didn’t even know that I had. As much as I hated to admit this, Katie knew exactly how to make me dress. I put on the heels as well and put on some gold jewelry to match it.

“(Y/N), I swear if you don’t hurry- HOLY FUCK!” Katie exclaimed. “You look HOT!”

I laughed before asking, “What the fuck?”

“If I weren’t dating someone, then I would eat you up.”

“Let’s not do that.”

She laughed and sat me down so she could do my makeup and hair. I was seated at my little mirror vanity so she could do my hair and makeup.

Once she styled my hair and did my makeup, I looked to see she had curled my hair. Katie also had applied a gold eyeshadow, did a sharp cat eyeliner, and she had given me a sultry red lip. I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror.

“Wow, I look amazing.” I gasped suddenly.

“You’re going to tear it up out there.” Katie winked.

She pat my shoulder, “Come on, hottie. We gotta get to the club soon, or else we’ll lose our VIP tickets at Club La Noche.”

“You got tickets, VIP tickets at that, to that club? Don’t they have like a month long waiting list?” I looked at her incredulously.

“I have my ways.” She winked.

I’m in for one hell of a night.

*Time skip to the club*

The music was bumping through the speakers, blaring Kiss Kiss by Chris Brown as I recognized the tune. Damn, they’re playing the good tracks tonight. Taking in the scenery, there were bodies bumping and grinding on the dance floor, people crowded around the bar in hopes of getting a drink to quench their thirst.

Obviously alcohol isn’t the way to do it, but I mean, anything to have a good time, right?

There are neon lights flashing on the wall, and LED strip lights running around the club in various places. It looked like it had a blacklight effect.

What am I currently up to right now? I’m having a drink with Katie at the bar. We had found two barstools that were empty and we decided to occupy them. She and I were mindlessly chatting about everything from our favorite types of guys, to how good the drinks are at this place.

Suddenly, Katie gets approached by a guy and I give her a look. “Katie, I think you have a visitor.”

Katie turns her head and she stood up, giving him a gentle hug before turning to me. “Do you mind?”

I wave her off. “Go on. I’ll be here.” I smirked.

She stuck her tongue out and was pulled to the dance floor.

However, I was watching her disappear when I hear a voice behind me.

“Hola, como estas?”

My head spun around as I noticed a very muscular man come up to me. He appeared to be Hispanic and he had a lot of tattoos. His shirt was sleeveless, showing off his nice arms. His very veiny arms. I was speechless because wow. Holy. Shit. He looks so good.

“I-I’m good.” I answered after clearing my throat.

“Me llamo Richard, y tu?” He asks as he gestured to myself.

I gestured to myself. “I’m (Y/N).” I answered.

After a little bit of talking, he bought me a few drinks.

“So, what brings you here?” He asked suddenly.

“Oh, today’s my birthday. I just turned 21.”

“Oh! Happy Birthday!” Richard grinned.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“Did you come here with someone?”

“I came with my best friend, but she was pulled to the floor with someone.”

He nodded and then he seemed quiet for a moment. “Would you like to dance?”

Oh my god. This really hot guy just asked me to dance. I realized I was being a little quiet because he was looking at me expectantly. I stood and brushed my hands over my dress to straighten it a bit before smiling.

“Sure, I would love that.”

Richard seemed to smile as he takes my hand, pulling me to the dance floor. Nothing seems to flow through my mind for a while as we started dancing. We were dancing pretty close to one another as Run It by Chris Brown played in the background. I was facing him, shaking my hips and moving fluidly to the beat before I turned around. His hands rested on my waist as I started to grind with him.

There we were, grinding fluidly and I could feel his hands running up my body. Did I mind? No. Did I want more? Absolutely. I could feel his lips brushing against my neck, pressing feather-like kisses and sending shivers down my spine. A soft moan passed from my lips and I could hear a deep chuckle behind me. Suddenly I was spun around in his arms, pressed against his chest. He sways his hips and engaged me in a dirty grind. But he pulled me close, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss. I could taste the bourbon on his lips.

It was sweet and savory at the same time. God, the kiss was lighting me up inside. I could practically feel him tasting my lips.

He leaned in and he kisses by my ear. “Wanna go with me?”

Mindlessly, I nodded in a hazy bliss. I knew I wasn’t drunk. Tipsy maybe.

But I could be drunk on the taste of Richard alone.

*You already know what’s going down*

*At the hotel room*

It was like we were attached to one another as I held onto him. He was kissing me, I was kissing back, and our hands were flying to feel one another. As we got into the hotel room, he picked me up and held me by my thighs, biting my lip. I decided to tease but then he growled, it ripping through my body and to my core.

God, those noises aren’t human. But I’m glad he’s making them for me. I finally caved and gave in, letting him have the access he wanted. That tongue of his darted into my mouth, exploring every inch and crevice. I began to picture what that tongue could do to me.

Or where I would let it go.

Then he did something. Richard had thrown me onto the bed, making me giggle as I hit the pillows.

“Te gustas, princesa?” He purred and I nodded.

He attacked me once again by kissing me and pushing his hips against mine as he grinds. I could feel everything, especially his dick pressing against my thigh. He was probably rock hard and aching. It felt huge against me and I could only imagine the way it would feel inside of me.

His fingers were clawing at the material of my dress, and I happily complied by letting him slide it off of me. He was exposing my matching underwear and bra set. I felt my face heating up from him staring at me.

“Muy bonita, princesa.” He tells me and I relaxed.

His lips began traveling down my body, making my breathing hitch. He leans up and removes his shirt, exposing his sculpted body and his eight pack. How did I manage to get so lucky? His fingers traveled down my body again.

“Like what you see?”

“Mhm, I do.” I replied as I run my hands up his abdomen and his chest.

His skin felt nice and smooth to the touch, not to mention, I could feel when he breathes. He smells like a warm cinnamon, as well as other spices like cloves. It was hypnotizing to watch him moving and touching me. His lips found mine again, taking my breath away as I slowly undid his belt, tossing it aside. He shimmied out of his pants and left him in his boxers.

Richard was quick to undress me the rest of the way before he started to slide his fingers into me. Using his middle finger, he began to work and massage my clit. Feeling the sensation, I moaned almost instantly. I didn’t have to wonder anymore what it felt like to feel his fingers work me. He used a circular motion to massage it and earn more moans from me. My fingers clenched the bedsheets beneath us as I moaned yet again.

He seemed to like watching because he chuckled. Then he added another finger. I moaned more intensely after feeling that. I happened to look up just as he licked his lips.

Fuck, that looked so hot.

After he continued moving his fingers, I eventually reached a climax and released onto his fingers. He removed them and chuckled, licking his fingers to clean them.

“Mm, bueno.” He purred as he slowly looked me over once again, and sending me into another blush.

“Are you ready, bonita?”

I nodded, my hands immediately going to his biceps to brace myself for the pain that was sure to follow. I noticed he had tossed a condom wrapper on the floor. Thank god.

Then I felt it.

He slid his dick into me and I gasped from the sharp pain. I was being stretched and filled in such a way that I had never experienced before. I waited for a few moments before whispering that I was alright. Just then, he took over and he started to move his hips. Of course I was a moaning mess and calling his name softly.

“Louder, princess. I can’t hear you.”

This fucker.

I moaned a bit louder as he began to nail my sensitive spot. Holy fuck. I was in pure ecstasy as he continued to hit that one spot. He knew it too because I could practically hear the smirk within his moans. They were musical and deep, gruff at times as well. I could have sworn this is what heaven was like.

After a while, we both reached our climaxes and I could feel him come undone at the same time I did. He pulled out of me and he laid down beside me. I snuggled into his warmth and we shared a few lazy kisses.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).” He told me one last time.

“Thank you.” I told him one last time.

“I would like to see you again, if you don’t mind.” Richard says.

“I would love that.” I replied.

This was the best birthday I had ever had, and it was thanks to Richard. In the morning, he had made me breakfast and given it to me in bed. How sweet! I could definitely see myself dating him and having more days like this.

I noticed my phone ringing. Oh man, it’s Katie. I answered after hesitating.

“(Y/N) (L/N) WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

“About that… I went home with a guy last night.”

“Oh thank god. At least you didn’t get kidnapped. I expect a full report later.” She hung up.

Richard poked his head in, “Something wrong?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Everything is great.” He laughed and then kissed me. Best birthday ever.

#cnco #cncowner #cncowners #cnco imagine #richard camacho #richard smut

[starboundfic]

Chapter 14

Scattered, Part I

Chapter 13 - Chapter 15

That the barrier surrounding Zarkon’s central command—also having been what prevented the castleship’s teludav from operating—disappeared was a strange occurrence, but ultimately not nearly as much of a concern of what came after that.

In the span of a few ticks, the Lions were all torn back out of their hangars, and sent spiraling away into the edges of the spatial rift, communications with all five of them being lost immediately.

It was with some effort that Allura forced her thoughts to the matter at hand. The castle’s controls simply would not respond—at the most, she could bring the primary menus up, all of which were reporting errors of varying intensity, but the ship may as well have been stuck on autopilot.

“Coran, where is this wormhole going to lead out to?” she asked, looking ahead.

“The scanners were all scrambled as soon as it corrupted,” he reported, visibly tense at seeing the approaching exit point. “I can’t even get an idea on what quadrant we might end up in! Brace yourself!”

Exiting the corrupted wormhole was about as pleasant as entering it had been. Which was to say, it scrambled the systems yet again, and it felt like being physically shocked.

The castle drifted straight ahead for a few leagues, carried by the leftover momentum, before she managed to rein in the controls, which had started responding again almost immediately. Clearly, the energy radiation in the wormhole had been the source of the problems.

She sighed deeply before bringing the exterior display panels back up. “Coran? I don’t suppose you recognize any constellations here?”

The adviser stared at the display screens for a few long ticks, before slowly replying, “I’m not sure. I—I feel like I’ve seen some of these before, but I’ll have to get the navigation systems back online to be sure.” He turned to look back at her. “What about the Lions? Can you locate any of them?”

“I’ll try to.” Allura closed her eyes, reaching for the faint link tying her to the five ships. Three were about as cold as the average dark-season temperatures on the planet Crydor, even after a few doboshes of concentration on nothing else but the task, but the other two…

“Stan and Koji are both in the same quadrant as us, at least.” She sighed before adding, “But they’re still too far for me to pinpoint exactly where. I can’t feel the other three at all.”

“Well, it’s better than us not knowing where any of them are,” Coran commented, not looking away from the console, and she nodded. “And I think I’ll need their help in going over the systems,” he continued, voice taking on a weary edge. “Whatever corrupted the wormhole did a real number on the castle.”

Zarkon’s witch was behind that, no doubt. Allura had only heard rumors about her during the war, before her father had put her into stasis, but she’d finally seen Haggar herself before the others had come to rescue her.

That encounter by itself had been an ordeal and a half, and it had only gotten worse. Shiro wasn’t as good as he likely thought himself to be at hiding injuries, and Eva had been attempting to face off against Zarkon by herself.

Not by herself, she corrected herself swiftly. The Red Lion had been fighting him too. If anything, Red had probably been the one to make the push to start the fight in the first place.

A series of frantic squeaks preceded the mice scurrying up to her shoulders, all in varying states of alarm. “Oh! I’m fine, don’t worry,” she placated, looking back and forth between the four of them. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Ah—a bit of good news, princess. There’s a planet nearby that should be safe to stop on, for both repairs and perhaps some resupplying.”

Allura paused. Coran hasn’t sounded surprised, not quite, but it was something close to that. “Which one is it?”

Now he turned to look at her, smiling thinly. “Alwas.”

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One second Blue was falling away from the castle, and the next they were free-falling—and now Jordan was opening his eyes to see the roof of the cockpit above him and the lighting being…well, not much light to begin with, given that it looked like they were underwater, and the only light was a flashing red sourced from one of Blue’s many alarms.

If he had to guess, the impact with the ice (he remembered seeing ice) had thrown him out of the seat, and he’d hit his head just hard enough to black out for a bit, helmet notwithstanding.

The headache he had right now was a clear enough indicator that it had made contact with something hard, probably the floor.

He pulled himself up into the chair, looking around as much as he could before asking “Guys? Any of you there?” No response came, and he hissed out a breath. Okay Jordan, it’s no big deal. They’re probably just…on the surface. Yeah. Blue hit a thinner part of the ice and we fell through, and the comms are down because of the wormhole messing up like that.

He didn’t know wormholes could get screwed up like that. By the sound of it, Coran hadn’t either.

An experimental pull on one of Blue’s handles didn’t get a physical response, but her presence flickered with some apology—she needed a bit to reboot. “You do that,” he said, looking ahead. He couldn’t see much out there, but it looked like they were sinking.

A few small blurry shapes went by, probably fish, before the Lion hit the surface of something. The seafloor, maybe. (Something was weird here. Weird in a way that was leaving him on-edge.)

Minutes later, Blue purred a split-second before the consoles came back online, lighting the cockpit up cerulean, replacing the blinking red of the alarm. “Okay, that’s one thing down,” he said aloud. “Where are we?”

The Lion hesitated, before seeming sheepish in reporting that her navigation system would need longer to bring back up. The same went for her weapon systems, which was first on the priority list, given that they didn’t know where they were—the wormhole’s energy-radiation had messed practically everything up.

“Okay, so where’s everyone else?” Blue hesitated again, uncertainty rolling off of her. “Wait…they’re not here?” The uncertain feeling stayed, sharpening with a confirmation.

The constant brain-static that he’d since gotten used to, that was the other four in the link, just wasn’t there. Jordan shoved down the tight feeling in his chest that formed as soon as that thought was processed, before sitting back in the chair, and attempted to relax.

He could clearly remember the simulation training they’d first done back on Arus, when they’d first learned about that whole thing. Everyone had felt so distinct—and for him to not even be able to feel it faintly like when he and Coran had gone out to the Balmera that first time…

The others had to be far from where he was. It would make a lot of sense, given how they’d all spiraled off away from each other before he’d lost sight of them.

A soft purr reverberated through the cockpit around him, coinciding with a calm presence moving in to smother the panic, and Jordan forced a smile. “Hey, you really think I’d forget about you five seconds after we talked?”

Or, well, not really talked, but…whatever. He still didn’t get how the whole telepathic-ships thing worked, and probably never would.

“So, uh, got any ideas?”

The Lion went over her list of damages again. The internal lighting was out, and so was the artificial gravity. Not that he’d noticed the latter, given that they were on a planet with its own gravity.

There was also the matter of her interior-temperature-regulation, which was probably why he could see little clouds whenever he took a breath; the slight pointedness when she mentioned that to him hinted that it was something he could do while she started on her headlights, which would be useful while they were underwater.

Blue directed his attention to a panel under the leftmost console, which the covering to came off easily, though it took both lying flat on his stomach and some stretching to reach the two tubular crystals that were out of alignment and click them back into place.

The change in temperature was felt in seconds, though it had been instantly heralded by the visor to his helmet fogging up, which was comical enough to get him to chuckle a bit out loud.

“Hey, quick question—how do those things even change color?”

Blue seemed to mull it over a bit, before pushing the idea of it having to do with the electrical currents reacting with what the crystals were composed of; they were typically orange, but direct contact with electricity made them turn blue. It was why they were commonly used out on this half of the universe.

I…guess that makes sense. It definitely made things sound a lot simpler.

Outside, a wide swatch of water was abruptly illuminated when Blue tested her headlights, with the one living creature caught in the rays being quick to swim out of view—but it had been there long enough for Jordan to get a quick look at it.

For a few seconds, he wondered if the crash had given him a concussion, because whatever was out there looked like, of all the possible things an alien could even look like, a mermaid.

Which prompted the thought of If it is a mermaid, and Fiona finds out I didn’t get a picture of it, she’s gonna kill me.

A seven-year-old Fiona might be, she could be scary when she really wanted to be. And while Jordan was pretty sure that coming home with a giant space lion would be enough to offset anything, he wanted to play it safe.

Not to mention it would also depend on just how long they were in space for. Jordan had a sinking feeling that they wouldn’t be seeing Earth again any time soon.

“Hey, uh, Blue? These suits are fine for being underwater too, right?” The Lion gave a bemused affirmative. If they worked for being in space, they’d work for pretty much anywhere—and they had a mechanism for recycling air, so he wouldn’t have to worry about that either.

The entryway to Blue’s interior was sealed off before she opened her mouth, which was a good thing considering the speed at which the water came flooding in.

To go along with the fact of the ocean’s surface being covered by ice, the water was also cold. The upside was that the suits had their own temperature-regulators—that was something they didn’t have back home.

The visors also had an infrared setting, so the darkness wasn’t a problem. That didn’t mean he was seeing the fish alien anywhere, though.

Maybe I scared ‘em off, he thought, looking around again—and then he heard someone say “Hello,” behind him. He definitely did not scream out of surprise at turning before trying to backpedal a bit, which only resulted in him flipping over because of being underwater and therefore having no footing on anything.

The fish-alien giggled a bit—they (she?) did look kind of like a mermaid, at least in the vaguely humanlike aspect, but the eyes definitely weren’t human, being a solid wet-sand color. “I did not mean to startle you,” she said, smiling. “I am Florona.”

“Uh—I wasn’t—” Jordan stammered out, before an amused purr from Blue informed him that there was no use in pretending it hadn’t happened.

“Queen Luxia sent me to guide you to our village,” Florona went on before he’d finished. “She would love to meet with you.”

“That…sounds great, but I really have to…” He trailed off, Blue pushing the idea to follow Florona. They could probably help.

You sure about that? Something feels weird about this. How did that Luxia person know he was here?

The Lion pushed a memory in response—a visit here ages and ages ago, greeted with some surprise by a largely-agricultural civilization that only had to worry about the occasional larger predator. It should be safe.

“Alright then,” he muttered, prompting Florona to turn and start off away from the Lion, with him making sure to stay close, because infrared or not, it was hard to see down here.

Besides, maybe there was an off chance of them having a long-range communicator he could use to get in touch with the others.

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Wormhole jumps in the castleship were fine. It had taken some getting used to, but they were okay. But when the wormhole had its integrity compromised (somehow) and there was no telling where it would’ve left out—even if Green hadn’t slammed into one side of it and been promptly ejected from it—it was the exact OPPOSITE of fine.

The sickly purple color abruptly gave way to red-hued sky, and Koji just barely caught sight of the Yellow Lion also spinning out of control alongside Green before noticing the rapidly-approaching ground, just in time to brace for the impact.

It still almost resulted in him being thrown out of the seat, and had him wondering just why in the world the Lions didn’t come with seatbelts, inertial-dampeners or not. (Reeling as she was from the crash, he felt Green start thinking the concept over.)

“Well, that could’ve—gone better,” he heard Stan say between breaths after a minute, the words having no shortage of sarcasm.

“I think that’s an understatement,” Koji agreed, making note of the flickering HUD overlays. Pulling on the handles during the plummet hadn’t gotten much more than a stutter from the thrusters, and now that Green was running a system scan, everything was pretty scrambled.

Whatever had messed the wormhole up wasn’t friendly to electronics; no movement, no weapons, and no navigation. Short-range scanners still worked, though, and the air on whatever planet this was happened to be safe to breathe.

Wherever it was, red sky didn’t equate to sunset; if anything, it looked more like noon. The ground outside was primarily a sandy expanse, with a few knotted leafless trees scattered about. The two Lions had landed close-enough together to leave a single crater that was vaguely shaped like an 8. It wasn’t necessarily warm wherever they’d crashed, despite the sunlight, but it wasn’t too cold, either.

Koji made note of what looked to be the edge of the plateau they’d crashed on—of the spinning image he’d gotten of the surface of wherever this was, that was the only clear detail he’d gotten—before hearing the sound of a light impact on dirt.

A panel had slid open on top of the Yellow Lion’s head (which was angled more sideways at the moment, given how it had crashed) to let Stan out.

“How’s Yellow doing?” Koji asked.

Stan huffed a bit. “He’s got a busted jaw-hinge. Communications are out, and so is pretty much everything else. Green?”

“Not much better. What about navigation?”

Stan just shook his head, pausing before saying, “I don’t think anyone else is around. It’s too quiet.”

It took a few moments for Koji to realize what Stan meant by that, and Green went to running a long-distance scan before he could even think to ask. “Green picked up the castle’s signal,” he said after a moment, feeling uneasy. “It’s…in the same galaxy, I think?”

There was nothing on Shiro, Eva, or Jordan; the Lions were all linked to each other on a phenomenally-deep level, but the best Green could do at the time was just point them in a general direction. The castle was definitely nearby, though. Relatively speaking.

“Any idea how far they are?”

“Not really.” Stan sighed at hearing that. “Well, maybe we can take a look around? Try to find out where we are?”

A shrug was the only answer Koji got before Stan turned to stand by the edge of the plateau—and he tensed visibly. “Uh. Koji?”

“Yeah?”

“I think—I think there’s a town down there.”

“Okay, so it’s inhabited. Is this good or bad?”

“Considering that there’s other humans down there—”

“Wait what—?!”

Koji almost overshot the distance, Stan having to grab him by the shoulder so he wouldn’t fall off the edge, and the visor’s binocular function kicked in almost immediately. And Stan was right.

There really was a town in the valley down there, surrounded by an orange-hued forest, and there were other humans. “Well it—we’re definitely not on Earth because the sky’s the wrong color, so it’s gotta be one of the colonies—”

“And Elpis is the only one with a red sky,” Stan cut in, stopping Koji mid-rant.

Elpis. The same one the Red Lion had flown by, before calling the wormhole that had brought them to Arus. Of all the planets for them to have ended up on.

“Should—should we go down there?”

“Should we?” Stan’s tone was something Koji couldn’t exactly put a good description to at that time, but there was a muted spike of hope that wasn’t from Green, tinged with a deep-seated longing that he understood all too well.

This might be the closest they’d be to home in a while.

Green rumbled audibly from somewhere behind him, giving her own affirmative input on the question. It wasn’t like they could go anywhere right now anyways.

The others probably wouldn’t blame them for checking it out, right? And maybe they could even get some supplies while they were there—he mentioned the second thought aloud, which prompted “Then what’re we waiting for? Let’s go!” from Stan.

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Pinpointing where to land the castle had been easy enough—the largest landmass the planet had featured an open plain easily large enough for the ship. The sky may have been swathed with clouds, but that didn’t mean it was chilly in any way. In fact, the first thing that had hit Allura when the doors of the main lift had opened was the sheer humidity.

The second thing was the silence. There wasn’t a single soul in sight, for the entire fifteen or so doboshes she and Coran been walking. Things looked different from what Allura remembered, but given the fact that the last time they’d been here was ten-thousand decaphoebs ago, it was to be expected.

The many ruined buildings they’d seen in the distance from the field were the most markedly different in terms of design, but the souk’s layout was more or less the same. “Coran, you don’t think they would’ve abandoned the village?” she asked, noticing a few structures that had clearly collapsed and hadn’t yet been repaired or replaced.

“It’s entirely possible, princess,” he replied quietly. “If only temporarily. This site’s considered sacred. They wouldn’t leave it for too long.”

But would it have been long enough by now? Coming to a decision, she called “Is anyone here?” while looking around again.

For one very long dobosh, the only sound heard were a few distant birdcalls, until she heard a shuffling sound, followed by a crash; Allura pinpointed the source quickly, there being three Scrubs in a building that had its missing wall covered by what was likely meant to be an awning. They froze when they saw her, and she quickly put her hands up in a nonthreatening posture.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” she reassured. “We’re only here to trade for some supplies.”

What felt like a few doboshes crawled by before they glanced at each other, one of them saying “You’ll have to run everything by the elders first.”

Caution, with a touch of hostility. Given what the paladins had told her when they’d first met, Allura simply couldn’t be surprised by it.

The trail up to the temple that served as a gathering place was the same, at least, though it also gave her a clearer view of the destruction that the Galra had wrought—the amphitheater was pocked with craters, and larger chunks of stone were still left strewn across the area below the stands.

The Scrub that led them there murmured for them to wait at the entrance before disappearing inside, returning shortly after with three others. “Yes? What do you want?” one of them asked shortly.

Coran took over from there, thankfully, and Allura let her attention wander back toward the settlement.

This was where the Red Lion had been hidden away for so long. There was no chance he would have come here on his own—if anything, Allura would have thought that he would have been on a volcanic planet somewhere—but if her suspicion was correct…he’d brought passengers with him here.

One of whom who had been here before.

She excused herself quietly before heading back down the steps, making note of the activity slowly resuming around the village, now that they were deemed not a danger. Their eyes followed her, however, which was partially why she wandered away from the clustered buildings.

The oblong structures gave way to a grassy field on either side, and then larger stone structures arranged around a lake, all in varying condition. Some looked untouched, while others had all but collapsed entirely. She did not miss the singed chunks of metal lying forgotten away from the paths, either.

Further from the buildings, the grass grew longer, reaching waist-length when the stone trail arced along the cliff bordering the ocean.

Allura stopped at a curve in the path, looking out at the ocean. She recalled having walked this way, the last time she’d been here. There seemed to be a rock formation in the ocean missing, but it was otherwise the same.

Right up to a chittering sound breaking her out of her thoughts and having her turn, coming face-to-face with what, by all means, was a giant beetle.

It took every ounce of her self-control to not cry out, instead focusing the burst of energy into tensing in case she had to run, while also wondering just how in the world something of its size had managed to move so quietly. The beetle chittered again, sounding almost questioning, before seeming to shrink back slightly.

At the same time, a Scrub burst out of the grass, panting out an apology. She was wearing a murky-yellow shawl over a vest, and was holding onto a short rough-hewn staff that had a few pieces of sea-glass strung to the top of it, and while Allura couldn’t be certain, she seemed younger than the others seen earlier.

“He usually keeps his distance from everyone,” she went on, looking up at Allura. “At least, everyone he doesn’t see too often.” She paused. “You…weren’t here for the Pre-Selections, were you?”

“No, we weren’t,” she replied, slightly put-off, before an idea came to her. “He was with one of the pilots?”

The Scrub nodded. “The Nourasian team. Both of them—they both went missing.” The way she said the last two words had another implication, as did her grip tightening on her staff. “I’ve been looking after him since.”

Another quiet screech had Allura look at the beetle again, hesitating before reaching to pat his head a little. She knew from the mice that animals and other creatures each had their own kind of sentience, and she had little doubt that this one understood what had occurred.

Yet another peaceful world, left confused and in shambles by the Galra, even with the Aenidesian Blockade—and then more, in the families of the pilots who were now held prisoner somewhere in the universe.

To the side, the Scrub abruptly facepalmed. “Forgot—my name’s Mariposa.”

“Allura. It’s nice to meet you.”

Mariposa nodded, before frowning slightly. “You know, you kind of remind me of an old story we have.”

At that, the princess mentally stilled. “What story?”

“A really long time ago, I guess there was some sort of guardian that fell from the sky and hid under the ocean. And the people that came with them, the pictures aren’t really that great and they’re faded, but they kind of looked like you.”

“What happened to those people?” she asked.

Mariposa shrugged. “Dunno. All three of them were buried not too far from here when they died though.”

She’d known it was coming. She’d known since she’d first woken up from cryosleep—but hearing it hurt. “If—if you don’t mind—could you show me where?”

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There was something weirdly surreal about it, at least in Stan’s opinion.

The excitement he’d had about it had petered out after the first few weird looks they’d gotten—because who wouldn’t give two people in armored outfits weird looks—which had been enough to convince them both to borrow something to use as cloaks while they were there.

But it was still seeing other humans after nothing but aliens for almost a month.

First thing was first, after Koji had stopped to mention it: getting some currency that’d work. Given that they really couldn’t stay for too long, as much as part of Stan wanted to, they’d have to resort to something quick.

Specifically, petty theft.

The good news was that Elpis was more urban when it came to the few towns it had, given that it was an older colony, which meant more people of varying age groups. Including some kids maybe around Jordan’s age who left their bags in the back of the truck now parked at the edge of the nearby lot near an arcade.

Yeah, he felt bad for doing it, and Yellow was giving him a mental pout for it, but they really should’ve known better. We’ll pay ‘em back someday, okay?

A soundless sigh came in response; Yellow knew there was a good reason for it all, as much as he didn’t like it, but he pushed for taking pictures of the name-tags on the bags. Koji, ever the polite one, took a pen and a piece of paper to write a short apology note for the missing currency.

The second piece of good news was that the on-duty clerk for the nearest convenience store barely batted an eye at them, being engrossed in whatever magazine she was reading.

Canned vegetables were a definite, as was anything preserved or dried in general in terms of food.

Toothbrushes were on the list too, since those were back on Alwas—the castleship lacked any, only having some sort of mouthwash that tasted like something between a raspberry, a peach, and a pineapple. Toothpaste went with that.

A few bottles of sunscreen, some of those little tissue packs, a new razor because that was back on Alwas too, and since this was one of those rare ones that had some cheap clothes, some of those too; Stan thought to grab a few the kids might like. And some new boots for himself.

He wasn’t expecting to see Koji staring at a shelf displaying a few seed packets, looking like he was seriously debating on picking a few up. “There’s a greenhouse near Green’s hangar,” he’d explained quietly at being asked. “I figured it—I don’t know, might be worth a try?” Stan looked at the shelf for a few seconds before shrugging and picking a few. He didn’t know anything about gardening, but Coran might.

Not to mention having some familiar food out in space would be nice, if it worked.

It looked like they’d gotten mostly the same things, though Koji had picked up a few newspapers too. “Is that everything?” he asked.

“I think so,” Stan replied, thinking it over. The clerk looked surprised for a few seconds at seeing them, made one little comment on the weird getup, but otherwise didn’t ask anything.

Though Koji did get another weird look when he abruptly paled a few shades, hissing out a breath, and Stan had to try very hard to not jump when Yellow went tense all of a sudden. The idea of being found came across pretty damn clear, and Stan was silently berating himself for not thinking of it sooner.

They crashed onto a colony planet in giant metal cats. Of course that would get some sort of response, given that the two ships were obviously alien in origin.

“Okay, so we’ll just—have to wait them out?” Koji suggested once they’d made it out of the town and to the alcove where the speeders had been left, the borrowed sheets being put back near where they’d been found. “I mean, at least—maybe if we get in there fast enough—”

Yellow shot down that idea both hard and quick enough to an involuntary exclamation out of Stan, and Koji had flinched equally hard. “What’s going on over there?” he asked in a mutter. The Lion paused, still tense, before mentioning one specific part of his damage diagnostics.

He had a barrier crystal out of alignment, which meant he had no particle-barrier. And that wasn’t covered by the self-repair protocols, if only because of the sheer odds against it happening to begin with.

The response team that Elpis’ governing officials had sent had since figured that they weren’t going to get anywhere with Green, so they were focusing on Yellow. Including bringing in some bigger vehicles in.

“Well fuck,” he muttered, before saying, “Uh, Koji? We might have to steal my Lion back.”

Koji sighed heavily. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”

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Eva woke with a jolt, scrambling to her feet before really thinking anything through, stumbling while hissing in a breath at the lightheadedness that followed, deciding to sit down in the chair before looking up.

They’d obviously crashed, given the crater Red was currently lying in. That was also probably how she’d ended up on the floor. “Red? How’re you doing?” she asked after realizing that the screens were all dark.

A small flicker of irritation not directed at her came in response—the short answer to that was not well. He could move, sure, but he had a lot of self-repairing to do. “You start on that,” she murmured, standing up again. That was one heck of a fight.

And then some.

Zarkon had been the one to take Voltron apart at the start there, like it was nothing, with just the…just the mind-link. That he could even get into the link like that in the first place was definitely not good.

Something else hit her then. During that fight, when she’d found herself thinking about the day that her dad had left her at the boarding school and about her mother’s crash—she hadn’t been thinking about either of those things at all. Or anything even close to them, for that matter.

But if it hadn’t been her, then…nope, she wasn’t going there. Not right now. It was bad enough that she already had five other things at a time in her head, she didn’t want to think about there being a chance for anything else getting in. (All that thought did was set off another warning bell in her head, but she couldn’t tell exactly why.)

Red growled a little; the irritation became noticeable again, and part of it was at her remark this time, but it also seemed to be at least partially directed at the Black Lion.

The Black Lion. She could just remember seeing Black being flung in the same general direction as Red, now that she was thinking about it, and—

“Eva?”

The comm crackling made her jump. “Wha’—Shiro! Where are you?”

“About thirty meters behind you. There’s a canyon—can you move the Red Lion at all?”

“Well, yeah. A bit, I think. He can’t fly right now though.”

“That’s good enough. Bring him into the canyon.”

Her Lion’s motions were stiffer than usual as he stood and turned around to walk into the canyon Shiro had mentioned—easily wide enough for them both to fit in with some space between, narrowing toward the top so that it looked more like a crevice from above.

Eva paused to pat one of the side consoles a bit after standing again, murmuring “You take it easy, handsome,” before starting out. Red directed her toward the secondary exit—a hatch above the pilot seat—before she could go through the doors. A wave of dry heat hit her as soon as it was open, and she squinted against the sunlight that was directly ahead of them now.

Further beyond the crater Red had made, Eva could see another, larger one, which suggested that Black’s landing had been rougher than theirs. She winced a bit in sympathy before finishing pulling herself up on top of Red’s head, then becoming aware of something like a faint stinging sensation in her right side. She didn’t notice any difference when she experimentally poked at the spot it seemed to be coming from, though.

Getting down from Red was a little trickier than getting up to the escape hatch—she opted to slide down his back a bit before relying on the jetpack to slow her fall, taking the chance to look around again. The canyon went on behind the two Lions, too dark for her to see anything, and she’d already gotten a look at the outside—but she couldn’t shake the suspicion of them not being alone here.

“Shiro?” she called out, not seeing him anywhere.

“Over here!” Eva paused, confused at the strain in his voice, coming from the other side of Black. She was about halfway around the bigger Lion when the stinging feeling got stronger; it felt dull, like a bad bruise, and Eva had half a mind to go back into Red just to make sure that there wasn’t a mark there or anything.

She hadn’t really thought about the size difference between the two Lions until now, either—Black was an absolute mountain of a ship. Red huffed in amusement at the comparison, and she turned her head to stick her tongue out at him.

She saw Shiro after turning around Black’s paw, sitting down by a circle of rocks that featured a bunch of dry-looking sticks in the middle, and was holding his actively-glowing prosthetic near it. “You’re…trying to start a fire?” she guessed.

“Trying to,” he repeated, wincing. “Not having much luck though. You were out for a few minutes. I was starting to get worried.”

Eva shrugged, before realizing something. “H-Hang on, where’s everyone else?”

Shiro hissed in a breath before saying “I don’t know. We were all separated when the wormhole started falling apart, and Black can’t get a signal from anyone.”

“…oh.” So that was the different thing—there were only two background-noise sources in her head right then. “Okay, what about where we are?”

There was a pause of a few seconds, Shiro looking momentarily distracted, before replying “The planet’s called Epona-6. And there’s a base not too far from here.”

And that was probably why he’d asked her to move Red under cover. Eva looked up toward the top of the canyon, then at the walls of it, before saying “I’m gonna climb up there for a better look around,” and heading back out.

The cliff face went on for what was probably miles in either direction, but there were some thick patches of some kind of moss or lichen scattered over the ledges, sticking to the rock hard enough for her to use it to scale it for at least part of the way.

After that, a thin ledge trailed along the wall and into the canyon. She paused for a second when she felt a brief third mental touch, a sort of wordless be careful making up its entirety, and she eyed the dim-eyed Black Lion briefly before continuing.

The ledge widened eventually, along with the canyon narrowing, all while sloping upwards more, before giving way to a plateau that dropped off abruptly after a minute’s worth of walking, and she saw the base Shiro had mentioned almost immediately, off sitting on another plateau, with a ravine between it and the one she was on. Eva could barely make out a river far below.

The base itself had one narrow building with one addendum to the right, with angled arches making up the primary part’s roof. To the left, there was a high fence, though the base’s plateau being at a lower altitude meant it didn’t matter much. Within the confines of the fence were multiple aliens, all wearing outfits like the one they’d first seen Shiro in.

Eva swallowed reflexively at that observation, and she took a deep breath. Okay, so there are some prisoners there. Shiro’s probably gonna want to know about that. At the same time, one part of her was curious in a dark sort of way—what if she recognized any of them?

Her visor’s binocular function kicked in as soon as she thought about it, helpfully zooming in on the base. The first group of aliens she saw weren’t familiar in any way, but the second group—all staying to what shade there was provided by the wall—were five Scrubs. One of which she recognized as the second person she’d raced on Alwas, and a second as the one that had been manning their star-racer’s defenses.

Further to the side was someone unmistakable: Rush. And a bit further to the left was…was…

Eva flinched, shutting her eyes for a few seconds before shaking her head, looking to the other end of the field. She remembered Ceres after a few seconds, among a few other vaguely-familiar faces that she couldn’t put names to.

Then she froze, all the air leaving her lungs at once. She blinked once, twice, took off her helmet to rub at her eyes before putting it back on, and looking harder to make sure she wasn’t imagining it.

“Rick?”

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“I’ll thrill you more than any ghost ever would.”  Leon (NSFW)

Halloween Countdown--- Day 25

It was Hallow’s eve, and the spirits were visiting the heavens from the under realm. All was well, until a few of the visiting dead decided to slip through the security measures that had been put in place for their arrival. They managed to flee from the kingdom in the heavens and escaped down to the earth. Roaming the empty streets, the spirits were desperately searching for a living soul that could be devoured to replenish their energy source. A lone woman just happened to be exiting from a nearby building and began walking down the vacated sidewalk. Her aurora was pure and virtuous, which made her the perfect target.

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MC had just finished her shift at the planetarium and was softly humming to herself. She was supposed to meet Leon at her apartment, so she was attempting to hurrying home to see him. Distracted by her happy thoughts of Leon, MC failed to notice the presences of the dark figures that had been lurking behind her. A cold hand suddenly latched around her throat, and MC gasped for air, while desperately trying to free herself from her attacker. Her vision began to grow hazy from the lack of oxygen, and she felt unconsciousness start to take over her body. The grasp that had been around her neck was now gone, and MC collapsed to the ground. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, but she sighed in relief when she heard the familiar voice.

“Let go of her!” Leon roared as he unleashed his powers on the deceased souls that were roaming the earth. A glow of white light was released from Leon’s fingertips, and MC clenched her eyes tightly shut. She was no longer able to hear the anguished screams and felt herself instantly relax when Leon picked her up. Neither said a word to each other, and he snapped his fingers to return them to MC’s apartment. Leon gently placed her on the bed and held her tightly to his chest. The adrenaline had worn off, and MC began to tremble when she started to have flashbacks from the incident. Seeing the goldfish frightened like this was displeasing to Leon. Wanting to distract her, he leaned in to bite her upper arm. Not expecting that, MC was caught off guard, and let out a yelp.

“Why did you bite me?” MC grumbled, while she rubbed her arm. Leon pushed her down on her back, and he was looking down at her. “Because an all mighty god such as myself, deserves nothing more than your full attention,” he smirked arrogantly, “I should be the only person on your mind right now.” MC went to make a retort, but Leon’s hands had pushed up her shirt, and his tongue was dancing around her belly button. She arched her back, and Leon swiftly removed her skirt she had been wearing. His hands traced her curves, while his head moved lower down, stopping when he reached her underwear. Using his teeth, he dragged the lacey material, purposely rubbing his nose against her clit as he passed it. Shivering in pleasure at his teasing touch, MC’s lower body was now fully exposed, and she felt herself dripping in anticipation.

Leon lazily crawled back up to her core and nestled himself in between her thighs. He gave her soft folds a teasing lick, and he grinned at her. “I’ll thrill you more than any ghost ever would.” His lips placed a few delicate kisses on her inner thighs, before sucking on her outer lips. MC was now thrashing, and Leon braced her hips, before sticking a finger inside of her. “God, Leon,” she moaned, “Give it your best shot already!” Stopping his assault on her, Leon paused to chuckle. “Oh-ho, that’s pretty bold demand to make from a god. Fortunately for you, I’m going to grant your wish, and fulfil your most inner desires.” Adding a second finger, MC grunted in satisfaction, as she felt Leon stretch her out. The combination of the grinding of her clit, the stroking of Leon’s tongue, and the pumping of his fingers was enough to push MC over the edge.

Leon watched in delight, while MC was still feeling the pulsating shocks throughout her body. When she finally regained her ability to speak, she turned to Leon, and affectionately stroked his cheek. “Thanks, Leon, for making me feel better,” she whispered softly. “I couldn’t have you sitting around moping all night,” Leon causally responded, “How else would you be able to pleasure me?” MC rolled her eyes, because she knew that Leon was trying to play it cool. She couldn’t stop herself from snuggling up into him, allowing him to rub her head. He abruptly pinned her wrists down and placed one of his fingers underneath her chin. “My services don’t come for free goldfish.”

Eager to return the favor, MC leaned up, and began to unbutton his shirt. “You’re not the only one who knows how to thrill someone,” she retorted with a wink, “This time I’m going to show you how it’s really done.” Leon blinked, startled by her sudden boldness, but maybe letting her take charge every once in a while, wasn’t a bad thing. Climbing on top of him, MC dragged her nails against his chest, and he happily purred, both looking forward to the rest of their long evening together.

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