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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Three’s Fun | Bokuto, Kuroo

Pairing: Bokuto X Reader (female), Kuroo X Reader (female)

Genre: sinful-

Request (from thirst night): “THREESOME 👏🏻WITH👏🏻BOKUROO👏🏻 KING👏🏻👏🏻SHIT👏🏻RIGHT👏🏻THERE👏🏻” - anonnie

Summary: A movie night with your two best friends didn’t sound bad at all..

Author’s Note: Here’s my “i. o. u.” from thirst night and also this thirst nite’s wrap up! akjdhadhd happy reading, my loves 🥵

The mirrors were fogged up, unable to see any of your bodies as the hot water showered down. Upbeat chill music played from your speaker as it echoed off the walls of your spacious bathroom, the entire room having a purplish blue lightning with no lights on, the only source coming from your skylight in the center.

Your body was pressed in between Bokuto’s and Kuroo’s, your foot just a few inches hovering off the ground of your square shower. The couldn’t stop lathering hands all over your wet body.

Bokuto’s lips suckled and nipped at your neck and shoulder from behind, his thrusts not too fast but they went deep enough, stretching your back wall entrance just the way he loved it. The hot water mainly hit his back, the rest misting off his frame to the rest of the shower. He left your left leg up while the other gripped your hip, spreading you wide open as Kuroo twisted his tongue with yours, his hands exploring. One kneaded your breast while with the other, he rubbed his fingers against your clit, sliding your nub between his fingers. His mouth muffled your moans but yours were unable to stifle his completely, his low groans turning into hisses as you kept one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, your other pumping and squeezing his erect cock.

“Fuck, y/n,” Kuroo hissed, his vein appearing on his forehead as he looked down to your devilish smile as you looked up to him. But your smile was soon washed away as you let out a loud yelp, your breasts bouncing as Bokuto snapped his hips, breathing harshly through gritted teeth. He now held you up between both legs, spreading you even wider and Kuroo had the best view. You gripped your nails hard into his shoulders as you help them.

“Bo, lighten up,” he called out to the silver haired man, his words falling on deaf ears. “Shit..” he could feel himself almost cumming as he pumped himself vigorously as he watched his best friends. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him, your teeth biting into his shoulder at his hard Bokuto was ramming you. You moaned loudly with every breath, every thrust.

“K-Kuroo...” you looked up to him, your brows knitted, so close to release but just at the cusp of it. Your eyes were so needy, so desperate to feel as much as you could, so different from your eyes on any other day. You pushed your face into his collar and your breasts into his chest as you let out a loud yell as Bokuto made you cum, your walls squeezing harshly against his cock inside of you. You dragged your nails, down Kuroo’s back, making him hiss, his cum shooting up to your belly, dripping off his hand and down his length and leg.

He brought your face to his, your mouth and tongue moving lazily with his feeling drained. Your body still bouncing as Bokuto madly chased his high, his grip searing into your leg beneath your knee until he came, deep inside, your squeezed walls milking him as he slowly bucked out of you, settling you down to the ground.

Your body and energy was drained as they always were every Friday night. Every Friday night, it was always the three of you at your house. First it was to watch movies, eat, have a good time, but then it became more, becoming this one night after Bokuto really needed help fixing the problem in his pants. He begged you to help him and just as you were, Kuroo came in, witnessing it all. He didn’t want to feel left out so of course you invited to join. Three was always more fun than just two.

You didn’t realize you sunk down to your knees when you felt the shower floor on your legs, their erect cocks right in your face. Kuroo took the chance with the position you were in and stoked himself a few times, his wrist twisting near the tip. From the look he gave you, you already knew what to do. You opened your mouth wide and turned your body toward him, sticking your tongue out as he brought his cock to your mouth, sighing at the way your mouth felt, the way your tongue swirled around his tip every time he pulled back out before sliding back in. His hand combed your hair, grabbing a handful before guiding your head on his cock, your hand resting on his thigh. Bokuto, not wanting to left out, brought your other hand that rested in thigh and brought it around his cock. While Kuroo’s was longer and slimmer, his was just about an inch shorter but much thicker.

He shut off the water, saving it as he squeezed your hand around his cock.

“Y/N your hand is so small,” he teased, his voice echoed loudly in the glass shower as he looked at how your hand couldn’t wrap around his girth. This was always something he brought up almost every Friday- the days he didn’t genuinely surprised you. “Hey!” He hissed as you squeezed his dick even harder than what he had you hold, side-eyeing him as Kuroo kept you faced him. You sucked in your cheeks, Kuroo’s tip now rubbing the back of your throat, his eyes closed and rolled back feeling your throat contract, tightening around him. He threw his head back onto the tile wall, his wet hair in his face but not caring at all, not with the way you were able to make him feel every single time.

He slicked his wet hair back, looking down to you with his golden amber eyes, never able to get used to the sight of you taking in his length so good. He went faster, brushing his tip harshly down your throat til he came. He creamed down your throat, coating your tastebuds with the taste of him as he pulled out.

You opened your mouth wide as he finished dribbling the last bits, lightly slapping his tip on your flat tongue. He swiped your chin with his cum, prepared to wash it away with some water before you brought it to your mouth, sucking his finger clean while never breaking eye contact with him.

“Shit, Y/N.” He cursed as he stepped out, leaving you and Bokuto to the shower as he dried off and got dressed. “Hey, don’t break her, and actually dry her off this time.” He stared into his best friends golden eyes. It was their little deal between each other since you were the one doing the most for them. Whoever got out first would be the one to moisturize your body after being dried off by the last person in the shower with you. Last time, Bokuto got too lazy and ended up dressing you with your body damp. Kuroo scolded him like a child for almost making you sick and instead took the time to properly dry you off, even if he made you a little more wet down there while at it and made sure every inch of you was moisturized.

“I’m gonna make sure she’s absolutely clean before I dry her.” Bokuto smirked down to you. He turned on the water again, not too hot but warm enough that was able to fog up the glass and mirror again.

You stepped back and felt the cool tiled wall pressed to your bare skin. He towered above you, blocking all the water with one arm pressed to the wall as he leaned, the other feeling your sides. Kuroo switched on the lights as he left the two of you, now giving him such an enticing view of your body glistening from how wet you were. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and you couldn’t either.

He crashed his lips to yours, kissing you fervently. He wanted to feel more, to taste more. With a swipe of his tongue to your bottom lip, you let him in, letting him take control. He snaked the arm that rested on the wall around your lower back, pressing your stomach to his and breasts to his chest. His cock rubbed right between your legs, poking at your inner thighs, making you smile into the kiss.

“Bokuto, do something,” you breathed into his mouth, getting a mouthful of water into yours and into your eyes. Your wish was his command but not in here. He shut off the water and brought you out at a rushed pace. He was quick to bend you over your sink counter, pushing your speaker into the luckily empty and dried sink, making it echo music louder. He pushed apart your eye with his foot and pushed himself with a sigh.

He set a quick pace, making you relax around him as he rubbed you in all the right places. You couldn’t think straight as he thrust into you, your breasts smushed into the sink, not giving a care about how soaked your mat was now from all the water that dripped off your bodies.

He lifted one of your legs and pushed it over the edge of the counter, letting himself go deeper inside of you. He brushed his hair back as he kept his eyes down, watching the way he disappeared inside of you as you kept your eyes closed, humming to the feeling of Bokuto, wishing Kuroo was also here so he could see and you could make him feel good too. However, the music wasn’t that loud. He could hear the shaky breaths as the two of you panted, the sound of Bokuto’s skin slapping yours. He groaned lowly to himself as he palmed himself through his boxers, his back pressed into the plush sheets if your bed as he laid there in only his boxers.

“F-Faster,” you wished and he complied. He pushed down into your hips, arching your back. He smirked the way seeing your cheeks bounced on his cock. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to feel everything. Opening your eyes just the slightest, you could begin to see somewhat blurry forms of your bodies in the mirror.

Bokuto wrapped his hand up around your neck loosely, making you arch your back even more. Now he took in the view of the way your breasts bounced with every movement he was able to make, the way your eyes squeezed shut and your brows knitted, lip being bit and it was all cause of him.

His breathing got heavier and his rhythm was beginning to grow a bit off. You came first, filling the humid room with your moans, the sound of your voice shaky with his thrusts. He came shortly after you, pulling out and shooting his cum all over your back and ass, grinding himself between your cheeks to get the last bits of him out. And now, it was time for you to be dried before being sent to Kuroo.

He quickly dried himself off first, not caring too much about half his back still being wet or how damp his hair was, but now his attention was on you and only you. He wrapped your towel around your body and hugged you dry, squeezing you in his arms. He rubbed your arms and legs dry while leaving a trail of his touches and kisses all over.

You were lifted and sat on the counter as he dried your legs slowly, rubbing the fabric over your legs, leaving slow, passionate kisses to your inner thighs as he looked up to you with half lidded eyes, his hot brats tickling your heat as he switched to your other leg, making butterflies flutter in your stomach, adoring your like you were his goddess. He made sure to leave his mark on your stomach as he dried you there, taking his sweet time and trailed his lips up your body between the valley of your breasts. He parted your hair to the side as he dried your arms at your sides, your hands holding his waist as he suckled and nibbled at your honey skin.

He made sure you were thoroughly dry, making sure to feel every inch of you before he let you get dressed into your pajamas which was just your panties and an oversized shirt, but the shirt came on after lotion. The air was much cooler when you opened the door, your towel wrapped around your body with Bokuto behind you, rubbing his damp hair with a smaller towel. He lounged on the edge of your bed, scrolling about on his phone. The sky was officially dark and the moon had begun its rise, your room illuminated by your lamps- a small one on your nightstand, the other your taller one in the corner by your dressers and closet.

“About time,” Kuroo sat up, a bulge clear in his pants which tugged the corner of your lips.

“I just did what you told me,” Bokuto huffed as he plopped down to the other side of your bed that was pushed into a corner, spreading his arms over your pillows with a sigh. “I love our Friday nights,” he let out a deep breath as he relaxed into your pillows.

“We know,” Kuroo barked, just the tiniest bit annoyed since Bokuto always took his sweet time, even keeping you in there and having to dry you off repeatedly sometimes while Kuroo had to wait for him. You dropped your towel, the fabric pooling around your feet. His eyes took in your body, his gaze always lingering on your skin every week, sometimes even seeing new spots that either he or bokuto made while in the shower, as you laid on the bed on your stomach, Kuroo sitting beside your lower bad on the edge. He pumped some lotion into his hand and rubbed them together as you gathered your hair and pushed it to the side before relaxing your arms at your sides. He started with your back, lathering your skin with the lotion, massaging your back.

“Feel good?” He asked already knowing the answer from the way you hummed into the mattress, your eyes closed with a slight smile on your lips. Your smile grew even bigger form the way he pushed his thumbs up your back, lining your spine between his fingers before he curled them back down.

“Always,” you moaned as he worked out the kinks in your muscles you didn’t know you really had. The room was silent, your music no longer playing but instead was filled with your sighs as Kuroo massaged your back. It felt so good, you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there but he wouldn’t let you. After your back and neck, he worked his way down your body. He slid off your panties and put them to the side so he could fully moisturize your body. He kneaded your cheeks in his hands, the sounds of your erotic moans going straight to his cock, making the boxers he wore feel the slightest bit tighter around him. He squeezed you just the right way, parting your cheeks as he massaged them, moving his hands in circles. Moving down your thighs, he spread your legs a bit so he could get your inner thighs, purposefully brushing his fingers through your folds that made your breath hitch, your hand grasping the bed sheets. He worked on the rest of your legs but his eyes kept trailing back to your folds, already seeing the light glistening off some of the juices you were leaking from your entrance.

“Turn.” He helped your body turn to your back which was one of your and his favorite parts about Fridays. He lathered more lotion onto his hands and worked from your legs up this time. Bokuto was surprisingly silent as he watched from his seat, a clear view of your bare body as Kuroo massaged you, low grunts escaping his lips every now and then as he palmed his cock through his shorts, rubbing his thumb over his clothed tip. He licked his lips, eyes trained on your body as he slowly brought his gaze down every inch of your body.

Kuroo lifted one of your legs into the air, readjusting himself so he could kneel between your legs. He rested your ankle on his shoulder, his face mere inches away from your leg as he massaged up your leg, closer to your heat, his breath tickling you there before he pulled away, moisturizing your other leg. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding to your dismay when he didn’t do anything.

“Y/N, is there something he want?” He purred into your ear as held himself up with his left arm, his right hand grazing your sides and stomach, reaching up to cup tour breast in his hand. You tried to close your legs, rubbing them together only to be blocked by his leg between yours, the mattress dipping considerably from your weights. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t do anything for you,” he feigned innocence, watching the flushed look gather on your cheeks as he spoke, his lips ghosting right above your own.

“Touch me..down there,” you turned your head away into the blanket you laid on. He moved away from your face without a word and spread your legs open, his hands and forearms veiny.

He teasingly drew his fingers down the edges of your folds. “Like this?” He pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed it in painfully slow circles making you whine.

“Faster, Kuroo, please.” You bit your lip wanting to feel so much more than the ministrations he was teasing you with.

“Anything you want, baby,” he rubbed his hand up and down your outer thighs, kissing your plush skin, nibbling ever is gently as he went faster. He adored your body, loving every bit of it, how you were always able to leave him breathless every single time he saw you. There wasn’t nothing about you he would ever be able to get used to. He rimmed your entrance with the tips of his middle and ring finger before he eased himself into you, his thumb still working your clit. You let out a sigh, your eyes fluttering open and locking eyes with an unusually quiet Bokuto who watched from the side, the tip of his cock peeking out from his slightly pulled down shorts as he rubbed his slit with his thumb, his mouth salivating.

Kuroo’s eyes glanced back and forth between your heat and your face, watching how your mouth hung open, your eyes shut with your eyelids fluttering, your head pushed back into the covers you laid on. He couldn’t hold back- he wanted to feel you. He sat back onto his knees and removed his hands from you to your dismay, feeling empty.

“Kuroo~” you whined like a needy child, peeking your eyes open to feel butterflies fluttering within when you saw him pull out his erect cock from the confines of his boxers, stroking his length in his hand.

“I know, I know,” he moved himself even closer, the springs inside your mattress creaking beneath the weight. “I’ll give you what you want, after all, you always treat us so good,” he tapped his tip to your sensitive clit, making you jolt a little. He lubricated himself with the juices leaking from your entrance before he eased himself in, his tip poking at your cervix, his balls pressed into your body. You let out a sensual moan as your face squeezed in ecstasy at how much better this felt compared to his fingers. “Thank you for Fridays,” he pressed kisses to your cheeks as a minor distraction as he pulled back out before snapping his hips into you, making you let out a sharp yelp right into his ear, your breasts bouncing with the movements. The way he moved into your body had your metal bed frame shaking just a bit.

You pushed your head back into the mattress, letting out mewls of moans, one after the other. Tonight, so far Bokuto was the only one who filled you with his cock but now that it was Kuroo’s turn, it felt entirely different and it felt like your body was electrified, every nerve on fire. You arched your back, trying to grab a hold of something, your hands latching to his bare tone back, dragging your nails on his skin, making him hiss at how good it felt.

“K-Kotaro, come h-here,” your voice was unstable with Kuroo’s actions but you didn’t need to tell Bokuto twice. You did your best to wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him. He guided your hand and squeezed it hard around his length, sighing, throwing his head back at how good it felt. He reached down and took your bouncing chest into his grasp, bending his head down to your chest, his cock even closer to your face, your mouth just a couple centimeters away.

You saw an opportunity with the way Kuroo was making your body move on the bed. You opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue. With every thrust Kuroo made and pushing your body up, you ended up kitty licking Bokuto’s cock, the taste of his precum coating your tastebuds that had you wanting to taste more, a sudden hunger to feel and taste more making your stomach growl.

Bokuto moaned into your breasts as he lapped his tongue around your hardened nipples, Kuroo holding your leg up still, keeping the steady pace. The entire room was filled with the sounds of your guys’ arousal, the creaking of the springs in your mattress getting louder.

You reached your hand up and grabbed a handful of Bokuto’s now dry hair, tugging at it. God the three of you were insatiable, Bokuto couldn’t handle it anymore. He knelt back on his feet and pumped his cock right over your face at a harsh face, his arms, hands, and cock veiny too. He was so close, he wanted to cover you with his cum tonight and so did Kuroo. He picked up the pace seeing his best friend go so hard, why not him too?

He pushed himself impossibly deeper, letting out louder grunts with every thrust, your bed creaking even louder, the neighbors would sure be complaining by tomorrow. Your walls tightened around him, your eyes squeezing shut, seeing the white stars litter the darkness. The pitch of your moans got higher and higher until you felt and tasted it. Bokuto shot his cum all over your face and into your mouth, continuing his brutal pace with his hand, his curses filling the room as he milked himself dry. You followed him in suit and came around Kuroo with a loud, shameless moan, not giving a care of who heard you. You felt good and you made sure to make it clear.

Kuroo chased his high like a beast, not wanting to be left behind. He turned you to the side, still holding your leg up. For you, your head swirled and it felt like you were beginning to lose feeling. You felt so hot inside, he could feel beads of sweat lining his hairline. His cock twitched inside of you and with a loud grunt, he creamed your walls with his cum, bits of it oozing out from your entrance despite being buried balls deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim with everything he had.

He collapsed his body on top of yours, cock still deep inside of you as the room now filled with heavy breathing but all you could hear was the sound of your heart racing in your chest. Bokuto fell back, his upper back banging against your wall as bits of cum dribbled onto his abs, his cock softening now after cumming for the nth time today.

“Thank you,” Kuroo panted, pressed a loving kiss to your rosy cheek, Bokuto thanking you as well to which all you could do was nod exhaustedly. You couldn’t even think straight at this point, let alone speak. You let out a whine as he pulled out of you, his cum leaking from your stretched entrance now feeling empty. Fridays were your favorite days and you couldn’t wait for next week to come sooner.

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nite-shay · 3 years

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My Neighbor: Hawks - (Takami Keigo / Hawks x Reader

Funny Idea: Your neighbor is hawks.

Winged hero: Hawks. One of the fastest and youngest heroes pro heroes. Number 2 in hero ranks and number 1 in most eligible bachelors in all of Japan.

And drum roll, please! *Drummy sounds* Tada! He is your neighbor! Shocking, I know, right? The title totally doesn't give it away! Nope, not at all!

Anyways, you might be wondering, 'Nite! How did that happen?'

Well.. ya see... that funny story…

Also, sorry for any typo :)

Enjoy!

Notes: reader is 20+. No warning. Mild rating.

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"Please be fixed. Please be fixed. "You quietly prayed as you hesitantly reached for the handle that leads to the lobby of your apartment building.

The leasing office sent out a mass email earlier, letting all the tenants know that the central air was 'currently out of order' and they are 'working quickly to resolve the issue.' At least they were 'extremely sorry for any inconvenience this may cause and appreciate the patience of all tenants.'

They also explained how per the lease agreements, no discounts would be provided for maintenance issues and that the full rent would still be due.

I really need to move…

It just had to go out right smack dab in the middle of summer. And on one of the hottest days on record, no less!

You took a deep breath and pushed open the door into what could only be described as a magma cavern. Nope, you weren't on a tropical island; this was just the lobby. Damn, if it was this hot here, you can't imagine what your apartment must feel like.

You trudged your way through the muggy lobby grabbing your mail on your way over to the stairwell. By the time you made up to the very top floor, you were out of breath and drenched in sweat. Honestly, it looked like you just took a dip in a pool. Your clothes clung to every part of your sticky, overheating body. Hell, you were just happy you didn't have a heat stroke by the time you reached your front door.

You prayed your apartment would be cooler.

It wasn't!

It was giving the stairwell a run for its money.

Oh, hell no... NOPE! Not dealing with this.

You marched through the doorway, making sure to lock the door behind you, not like it would make much of a difference. You didn't see or hear anyone on the trip up or in the hallways. No doubt the other residences did the smart thing and retreated for someplace much cooler. You tossed the stack of mail on your end table without checking it. You'd deal with it later. More than likely, the postal carrier had mixed them up again with the tenant next door.... again...

Later problem for later me! Cool now!

You barely made it to your living room before you started peeling your sweat-soaked clothes off. Thankfully you lived alone, so you didn't have to worry about shocking anyone as you made your way to your bedroom. Tossed your clothes in the hamper before slipping into the thinnest shorts and tank top you could find. You would have said to hell with clothes in general at this point, but if you were going to cool this place off, you need to get some airflow in this place asap. That means windows and doors need to be open.

And for the next hour, that's what you did. Every window you had was open as far as they would go, along with the sliding glass door that led to your balcony. The breeze that flowed through your home was still hot and muggy, but it was then nothing. You also gather any and every fan you had, even the pitiful little desk fan that sounded like it was on its last leg. If it ocellated or moved air in any way, shape, or form, that bitch was on high!

It took a little bit, but it felt like you could breathe as the temperature started to drop. Of course, by then, you were on the verge of dehydration and also contemplated, more than once, curling up in your fridge until that accursed flaming ball of gas in the sky went down.

But you had food in there, and you can't waste food. Damn it.

Speaking of food...

You enjoyed a large bowl of ice cream and about three glasses of water. You reveled in the coolness of the sweet treat in your stomach, which gave you motivation for your next venture.

A nice cool shower.

You let the cool water flow over your whole body for what seemed like forever. Letting it wash away the stress, heat, and sweat of the day right down the drain. By the time you were done, your fingers were pruney, and the sun had descended entirely.

Damn, you were tired.

You lazily dried yourself and considered just going to bed as you were. You were on the 15th floor of your apartment building, so it wasn't like you had to worry about anyone peeking in your window. But you still didn't feel comfortable sleeping naked with your windows opened, and you really didn't want to close them.

After a short debate, you settled on a thin tank, and underwear was a good compromise.

Your body felt sluggish as you made your track to your bedroom. It was still relatively early, but between your job and the heat, you were completely and utterly wiped.

Bed... Sleep...

You showed your bed no mercy as you tore the covers off the nicely made bed and tossed them across the room. Then with no grace whatsoever, you let yourself collapse into the cool embrace of your mattress. Between the comfort of your bed and the white-nose of the fans, it didn't take long for drifted off to sleep.

***Later that night

The summer night air was hot and humid as the Wing hero: Hawks, flew high above the city. Even at the higher altitude, the air was so thick, it felt like he was swimming in a dense swamp rather than soaring through the sky. His whole body felt sore and heavy, so much so that he was actually an effort to keep himself afloat.

Damn, that villain really did a number on me. One more hit, and my goose would have been cooked.

The shift today had been long and hard, thanks to a tough group of villains that left him banged up and exhausted. He ended up having to get patched up at a hospital. The doc that ended up putting him back together tried to get him to stay, but he managed to talk him into agreeing on releasing him. Though, he would have flown the coupe either way. He couldn't stand hospitals or clinics. Not that there was anything wrong with those places. They just reminded him too much of the commission. Orderly. Sterile. Functional.

Which is nice for a hospital, not for life. He has almost 20 years of experience with it to make him an expert on that subject.

Shit got old quick….

Though honestly, it wasn't like his place was much better. It was a simple bed, one bath apartment. Top floor, of course, with a balcony that looked over the inconspicuous neighborhood it was built in. Now being the number two hero, you'd think he makes enough to live somewhere a bit more… well, expensive. But while he did live the high life, it was nice to have a place he could go and just be Keigo, not Hawks.

And speaking of, he could see his balcony coming into view.

He swooped down over the rallying, stumbling a bit in the landing. It was pitch black, and his eyes felt as heavy as his body. Thankfully, though, he didn't fallout then there. Camping wasn't his thing, and while the balcony was rather spacious, his bed sounded much more comfortable.

Ahh, home sweet home.

That's weird. Did I forget to lock the door again?

He shrugged, not giving it much thought. He'd been in a hurry this morning, getting called in for an emergency issue downtown. And it wasn't like the first time he'd forgotten to lock the door behind him. Plus, he lived on the top floor; it's not like he had to worry about people just walking in off the streets.

Lot easier targets than his humble abode.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Damn, it was hot. He must have forgotten to turn the AC on this morning. The apartment was hot and muggy, but he honestly couldn't have cared less. An oven sounded like a good place to take a nap at this point. His body started moving on its own towards the bedroom, stripping out of his hero costume along the way.

Bed. Sleep. Bed. Sleep. Bed. Sleep.

His mind chanted over and over, clothes would be tomorrow's problem. He didn't even bother turning on any lights as he maneuvered through the living room and down the hallway. He'd lived there for over a year, so he knew the layout like the back of his hand.

By the time he made it to his bed, he was down to only his boxers. He was about to pull those down, too, but the moment his legs came in contact with the mattress, it was like whatever energy was left was drained out of him.

He sighed and let his body fall forward across the bed that would give him the sweet relief he so desperately needed.

Thump!

Huh? Why did his mattress feel all lumpy?

A loud shriek jolted him back to life long enough to realize that he was not alone. That the lumps in his bed weren't his covers, but a body.

There was a person in bed.

He shifted his weight, forcing himself up as the body under him started to trash and yell.

"Huh? What are you doing in my-" He managed to murmur out before a sharp pain to the side of his head finally did him in, and his mind gave in to the darkness of unconsciousness.

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Your dreams were a God sent.

You were in a winter wonderland. Cool snowflakes danced all around. A cool breeze would blow every now again. It was like you could hear the clinking sound of ice hitting the window. Oh, what was that? The sound of heavy snow falling from the tree limbs? How wonderful!

So wonderful. So peaceful. So cool.

But everything changed when you were jolted awake by something pinning you to your bed. Whatever it was, was large, heavy, and sweaty.

You shrieked as you realized it was a person! There was a person on top of you! You trashed about trying to push the weight off of you, but you couldn't seem to get them off you. You screamed louder and struggled harder until their weight shifted.

"Huh?" The voice above you was drowsy sounding definitely that of an adult male. Your panic doubled as he shifted again, giving you a little more wiggle room. You still couldn't get free, but you took the opportunity to reach for something, anything to defend yourself with. Like hell, you were going down without a fight! Finally, you managed to wrap your fingers around something large on your bedside table. "What are you doing in my-?" You didn't let your attacker finish as you bashed the lamp into the side of his head.

He let out a loud 'off' as he rolled off the bed, giving you enough time to scrabble to the opposite side of the bedroom, hitting the lights.

Were those....wings?

Peaking over the side of the bed was, in fact, crimson feathers.

Who or what the fuck is that?

*******

Hawk's head pounded as he slowly stirred.

Shit, did he get drunk last night?

Slowly he opened his eyes, wincing from the light flooding the room along the memories of the night before. That's weird; he didn't remember turning on any lights.

Was it morning already?

He went to stretch his sore, aching body but quickly realized he couldn't.

He glanced down at himself and saw that yeap he was in his boxers and tied- wait.... were those power cord and... belts?

He blinked. What the hell? His upper body was bound in what looked to be a mix of various power cords and belts. Did someone break into his place and attack him?

Who in their right mind would break into his house? He was a hero! One of the top in the country!

He sighed as he tested the 'ropes.' Well, if this was a robbery, it was poorly planned, to put it mildly. The assailant left his wings completely free, and the binding was so poorly tied that he could slip right, with little effort.

A squeak of a floorboard caused his head to jerk up and glare at his attacker. A person carefully stepped into his view. And well, of all the things he'd been prepared for... you weren't it. And certainly not you, in nothing but your underwear, a tank top, and wielding a lamp like it was a baseball bat.

Well... this is... unexpected.

He could only stare at you in confusion that years of training couldn't even stop. Huh? You didn't look like a villain, much less a burglar. Honestly, you didn't look like a fighter at all.

If you weren't a villain, then...

He mentally groaned.

Great. You were a fan... and a crazy one at that.

Over his career, he's had a few run-ins with crazy or obsessed fans of his. He couldn't count the number of times he's had to change his phone number or move his safe house. Even with the commission on his side, his info still got out!

Maybe they should start hiring them instead...

Well... at least you were easy on the eyes. He thought as he gave you a once over. Your hair was a mess, and was that a bit of drool on your chin?

Yeap, just another crazy yet fairly active fan.

"Hey there." He greeted you with a warm smile, causing you to jump. He needed to play this out some. Escaping wouldn't be a problem, and he already had a few feathers at the ready in case you tried something. But he was hoping it wouldn't come to that. As irritated as he was at you, he didn't want to hurt you. You weren't a villain, just... confused. "It's not every day, I wake up to beauty like you. How about you untie me so I can introduce myself properly."

He gave you a charming smile as he watched your face go from nervous to confused and then to anger.

"L-Like, hell, I'm telling you my name after what you did!" You took a step forward and raise your weapon up slightly higher, ready to strike. "And don't flirt with me, you creep!"

Hmm, that usually works.

"My bad. I didn't mean to offend you. If you untie me, I'm sure I can figure out a few ways to make up for it." He winked, keeping his smile friendly and inviting. He needed to figure a way out of this that didn’t involve him hurting you or land him on every news station in the country.

*****

"You're seriously fucked up in the head, you know that! I am not untying you!" You yelled as a blush slowly crept over your cheeks. You were shocked at the stones this guy had! He broke into your home and attacked you while you were asleep. And now he was flirting with you?! Like this, a date or something!

Something in his eyes flashes for a split second, and you saw one of his wings twitch.

Why did he keep looking at you like that?

"D-Don't try anything! The police are on their way!" At least you hoped they were. You hadn't been able to call them, cause stupid you forgot to put your phone to charge when you got home. It was completely dead. You could only hope one of your neighbors who stayed had neared the commotion and called for help.

"Police?" His golden bird-like eyes went wide for a moment. Did he really think you wouldn't call for help?

"Yes, the police! You broke into my home and attacked me in my sleep! What did you just expect me to call for a parade?!"

"Wait…" You could see the gears turning in his head as he glanced around your room. His eyes suddenly went wide.

"So… you're not one of my fans?"

"Fan? WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE A FAN OF A PSYCHO LIKE YOU!?!"

"Wait! This is just a misunderstanding!"

"How the hell is breaking into someone's home, attacking them in their bed in the middle of the night a 'misunderstanding'?"

"Look, all I remember is flying home. Walking through my…" The man trailed off. "Wait, what address is this?"

"Like I'd give my address to a villain?" You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"I'm already here like it's really going to make a difference?" He growled before giving you a glare. You watched as his wings poofed up a bit. "Also, watch the insults. I'm a hero, not a villain."

"Likely story." You deadpanned. "You could at least come up with something more believable than that..."

"W-wait... You don't recognize me?" You gave him a once over. "Take a really good look at me." His wings stretched out a bit. "Anything thing ring a bell?" You just stared at him blankly. Granted, he was good looking, and if he wasn't a criminal, he could easily be on the cover of a magazine. "Seriously?"

"Pretty convenient of you to pick the home of someone who doesn't follow heroes, huh?"

"More like, inconvenient. If you did, you'd recognize me in a heartbeat." He sighed. "Look, just check my pants pocket. You'll find my credentials."

"How do I know this isn't just a trick? Or maybe they're fake."

"It's not a trick! Look, if you're that worried, just get your phone and google me. I'm the wing hero: Hawks." Huh? Why would he suggest that? He wouldn't know about your phone... so why would he tell you to get it? You could call for help. That should be the last thing he wants. You pondered for a moment.

****

"Fine, I'll check. But this better not be a trick," You paused. "cause if it is, I got another lamp with your name on it!" He watched as you gradually made your way towards his discarded clothes. While you searched for his wallet, he glanced over to the shattered remains of what he assumed was your first weapon.

Well, that explains the small blood trail on the side of his head and his headache.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you found it. You made your way back to him as he watches you juggle, keeping your on him, holding the lamp, and reading his ID.

"Hero license, Hero: Hawks, Name: Takami Keigo." You mumbled as your eyes darted between the ID's picture and himself. He could still see the doubt in your eyes. Damn, if this didn't work, he was going to have to free himself. Hopefully, he'd be quick enough to do that and subdue you without hurting you much. "Wait… Takami… Keigo.." Your eyes went wide, and he had to admit, his name sounded a little too good coming from you. "Wait! That's the name on the mail that keeps getting put in my box!" A look of realization and shock washes over you. "You're my neighbor!"

"Ah, so you're the one that's been slipping my mail under my door!" He couldn't help but smile and sigh internally. Finally, somethings going right! " Nice to finally meet you! Sorry I haven't had a chance to introduce myself before now. Work keeps me pretty busy."

"You're a hero… and you're my neighbor…." Your eyes were wide as you stared at him.

"Looks that way."

"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BREAK INTO MY HOME!"

"It was an accident! I swear! I was exhausted and just flew to the wrong balcony. Honest. The glass door was open, and I didn't even realize I was in the wrong place." He tried to reason with you.

"Didn't you think it was a little strange that the furniture wasn't yours, or how about the fact that I was IN the bed?"

"Like I said, I was exhausted." He just shrugged before mumbling. "And well, let's just say you wouldn't be the first time a fan found where I lived and tried to surprise me in bed."

".... so you thought I was some psycho who broke into your home just to try and sleep with you…" You glared at him, clearly annoyed. "You realize I'm still holding a weapon right now, and remember..." You gestured with the lamp. "I gotta pretty mean swing..."

"Easy there, Chickadee. I'm joking. And I wouldn't call you psycho just... A little touched in the head." That earned him a glare that made him chuckle. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

"You like pissing people off, don't you?"

"I've been known to ruffle some feathers from time to time."

"Look," You sighed as you tried to process everything that just happened. "This is just... too much..." You sat the lamp down finally. "Damn, I'm sorry."

"No worries. This one on me." He made a move to stand.

"Oh, here, let me..."

"All good, I got it." He stood up, letting the restraints fall off of him like they weren't even there, let alone tied.

"H-how did y-you?"

"Oh, yeah. Word of advice, ya might wanna work on knots." He chuckled as he stretched.

"Y-You could have gotten free at any time… why didn't you?"

"Like I said, I'm a hero." He walked forward while you moved to the side, eyes still wide-eyed." If I'd freed myself before you realized who I was, you would have freaked out. Honestly, the last thing I want is for you to get hurt or you to go screaming down the hallway in your underwear." He informed you as your face turned beet red, and you then tried to pull your shirt down. He laughed at the poor attempt to hide. "Well then, gotta say this would make a hell of a story, but I'd really appreciate it if we kept this between us." He could help but tease you more. You looked so damn cute when you're flustered. "Not to brag or anything, but I'm a pretty well-known hero and have a reputation to uphold." He sent out a few of his feathers to help gather his gear while he talked to you. You were so entranced watching his feathers work that he had to repeat himself again.

"I-I-I… Yes!" Your eye finally snapped back into focus on him. "Of course! Just between us!"

"Great! Glad that's settled." He took a step towards you and held out his hand. You finally got the message and handed his wallet back to him. "My superiors and PR would have my tail feathers if this got out." He ginned. "Well, would you look at the time!" He grinned while making his way to the sliding glass door and out to the balcony, his floating clothes trailing behind him. "Best be on my way. I have an early shift in the morning. Sweet dream angle." And with that, he stepped out to the balcony and fluttered over to his.

Damn, what a night!

*****

Extra:

The next morning.

You woke up late, groggy and sweaty. The AC was still out, and your apartment was slowly heating up.

With a heavy sigh, you forced yourself out of bed, put on shorts, and headed to the kitchen.

Last night was a hell of a night.

Your neighbor is a hero...

What are the odds of that?

You reached up into your cabinet and pulled down your favorite cereal.

Whatever, he can't be that good if he made that big of a mistake, right?

You quickly made your breakfast and headed for your balcony. There was a slight breeze blowing that morning, making it almost bearable outside.

Almost...

Huh? What's that?

There was a large brown bag sitting on your patio table.

That wasn't there before...

You sat your bowl down and picked it up. Whatever it was, it was a decent size and heavy. You opened the bag, and the first thing you found was a note.

'Sorry again about last night. Here's a little gift for you to make up for it.

Bet you could do some real damage with this one. Batter up, chickadee!

Your neighbor,

-Hawks'

You reached further into the bag and pulled out... a lamp?

It was made out of wood and metal, making the damn thing large and pretty heavy. It was well made and couldn't have been cheap! You pulled it further out of the back, and when you saw the shape of the body, you couldn't help it: you busted out laughing. The damn thing was in the shape of a roaster!

Your neighbor... is a hero... and a strange one at that...

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Day 5 - Satine Lives AU

Author’s note: I love Satine Lives AUs, because they allow for such a wide range of thoughts and ideas 🥰

Summary: Assume the Nite Owls attack at just before Maul kills Satine and that they manage to escape Mandalore. What could transpire between Bo and Satine right after?

As usual, you can read it on here on AO3 or below the cut.

Tagging: @bokatanweek

05 - Satine Lives AU

They are in hyperspace now, hurtling toward Krownest. Satine had insisted on Coruscant, naturally. Honestly, that woman. Injured as she is, she is still snarling commands at people. Well, Bo-Katan thinks, you can take the Mandalorian out of the fight, but you can’t take the fight out of the Mandalorian.

Her own thoughts make her frown. Hadn’t been her own reasoning for years that Satine wasn’t Mandalorian? Dar’manda? She sighs. Now isn’t the time to sort this out.

Bo leaves the flying to one of her Nite Owls and walkes toward the ships tiny medical bay where she had left Satine in the care of her medic, together with Korkie and Satine’s Jedi.

Kenobi. How that man had managed to safe Satine is still beyond her. In the end, it was probably sheer dumb luck. Maul had most like been distracted for the fraction of a second by the sudden attack from Bo’s warriors. A blink-of-an-eye moment that was enough for Kenobi to push Satine just enough out of the way with that Force of his for the blade to not pierce her, but to just wound her badly. How badly though… It had been hard to tell in the mayhem that had followed. Satine had slipped in and out of consciousness, swinging between looking almost dead to giving snarky side comments. Honestly, what is it with that woman?

Just as Bo reaches the doors to the medical bay, they open, and her medic comes out of the small room.

“She’s stable for now,” the woman, Nu’ur, says. “But she needs a real doctor as quickly as possible.”

Bo just nods. “We’ll be on Krownest within an hour.”

“That should do,” Nu’ur answers. “She’s awake, if you wanna talk to her.”

With that, Nu’ur walks away in the direction of the cockpit.

Bo doesn’t enter the room immediately but looks at the scene in front of her through the open door.

Satine is on the cot, pale as a sheet, but awake. Korkie is sitting on a chair right next to her, his head resting on the edge of the cot. His breathing looks erratic, though Bo can’t hear any sobs. Satine is gently stroking the boy’s hair. Her lips are moving, but Bo can’t make out the words, whispered so quietly only the boy and Kenobi can here.

Kenobi sits at the foot of the cot, looking at Satine. It’s hard to say how the man is feeling. His expression changes every few moments between impassiveness and such a turmoil of emotions Bo-Katan can’t make them out.

And Bo understands that just too well. She, too, doesn’t know how she’s feeling at the moment. If she is honest, she might not be feeling anything at all right now.

Her father ones explained to her that this happens at times when lives are on the line. When your mind pushes it all to the side. You function, you go through the motions, you do what needs to be done. You don’t think too much, you just act.

So maybe, it’s what she should do. Just keep going, strictly business. Maybe she should just go back to the cockpit and not disturb the scene before her.

But Kenobi had risen while she was standing outside, and he is now heading for the door.

“I’ll be right back,” he says over his shoulder toward Satine and Korkie, and steps into the hallway. He closes the door behind him.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“Krownest,” Bo answers.

Kenobi nods. “Good, that’s close by at least and Maul won’t expect us to go there.”

“Ever been there?” Bo inquires.

“No,” Kenobi shakes his head. “That was enemy territory during the Civil War.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

They fall silent for a moment.

“Are you alright?” Kenobi asks quietly after while.

Bo opens her mouth to answer and closes it again. Was she alright?

“I don’t know,” she answers truthfully. “I…I haven’t had time to think about all of this too much.”

Kenobi nods.

“Yes,” he answers, “I think I can sympathize.”

“Didn’t you plan on rescuing her?”

“Of course, I did,” he says. “But I haven’t spent a single thought on what the Council will do to me afterwards.”

“Your Council didn’t send you?”

“No. I…,” he trails off, looking like a kid who got caught steeling uj cake from the kitchen. “I might have acted against their very clear instruction to leave ‘an internal matter for the Mandalorians’ alone.”

“And here I always thought Jedi were not supposed to have soft spots for other people.”

“And I thought all members of Death Watch wanted the Duchess’ death. And yet, here we are.”

Bo looks down at her boots. “Yes, here we are.”

After a moment, she adds “I never wanted her death. I just…I don’t know. At least not right now.”

Kenobi nods again. “Yes, well, as I said. I can sympathize.”

After yet another moment, Kenobi gestures for the door. “You should talk to her,” he says. “At least…about what will happen next. Or however far ahead you can plan for now.”

Bo takes a deep breath, then pushes the button for the door. The doors swish open, and with an effort of will, Bo steps into the room.

Korkie and Satine both look at her. Korkie gets up.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells Satine, then bows down and puts a featherlight kiss on her forehead. Satine nods, a smile ghosting over her lips.

Korkie straightens up and walks toward the doors. When he reaches Bo-Katan, he suddenly throws his arms around her. For a second, Bo-Katan freezes. But then, as if on its own account, her hand comes up and pats him on the back.

“There’s food and water in the galley,” she finally manages to say. “Try and see if you can eat something maybe, alright?”

Korkie lets go of her and smiles. “I’ll go have a look. Thank you, Aunt Bo. For helping to save her.”

And then he, too, vanishes through the door, leaving only Bo-Katan and Satine.

“Where are we?” Satine asks.

“On route to Krownest,” Bo answers.

“The Wrens?”

“Yes. Their stronghold is well equipped. They can take proper care of your wound there.”

Satine nods. “And the Wrens will just do that?”

“When Ursa tells them to, yes.”

“And will she?”

“Yes.”

Satine closes her eyes. “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Satine tries to shift then, and her face contorts in pain. But she does not cry out.

“Keep still,” Bo tells her.

“Easier said than done. Everything hurts.”

“You want more pain meds?”

“No,” Satine answers, her blue eyes fixing Bo-Katan with a threating stare. “No, they make me fuzzy. I don’t want to be…fuzzy.”

“Very eloquent,” Bo snorts. “But I know what you mean.”

The look in Satine’s eyes changes then.

“Bo, come here, sit down,” she says.

“Satine, I-“

“Please. Just for a moment.”

Bo exhales but does as asked. She sits down at the edge of the chair.

“I know this isn’t the time to talk about…everything,” Satine says. “I just…want a moment.”

Bo nods. But the silence that follows feels too quiet.

“Korkie adores you,” she says, looking at Satine. “You’ve always been more of a mother to him than an aunt.”

“He’s easy to love,” Satine answers with a fond smile.

“Yes, I know,” Bo answers.

She suddenly feels Satine’s hand on her arm.

“He likes you, too, you know. Despite everything. His memories of you are very fond. He’s a good judge of character, you know. Just a little reckless sometimes.”

Bo snorts. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“He could be what we are not.”

Bo frowns. “And what is that?”

“The middle ground. The future.”

“Is there such a thing?”

“We must believe there is, Bo. Otherwise, what is all this good for?”

Bo has no answer to that. At least not right now.

“Get some rest, Satine,” she says instead. “You look like hell.”

“Well, look who’s talking.”

And then, they both chuckle until Satine lets out hissed curse.

But Bo does stay a little while longer. They are not talking, but that is alright for now. There will be time for that later.

#bo katan week #bkw 2021 #Bo-Katan Kryze #bo katan kryze #bo-katan #Bo Katan #have I tagged every possible way to spell bo-katan?#star wars #sw tcw #s05e16 the lawless #Obi-Wan Kenobi #satine kryze #obitine #korkie kryze

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Massage Therapist Erik

warnings: Anal, AU Erik, Nasty talk.

I am here to worship your mind and your body.

To me in this moment no one exists but you.

I am here to appreciate every stretch mark,

Love handle,

Blemish,

And scar.

You are more than your pain.

You are the embodiment of life and love.

Let me help you find you again.

As a massage therapist you must be careful to make your clients feel as comfortable as possible from the moment they step into the office. A clinical style office with bare white walls and empty shelves will make a person seeking relief feel more like they walked into a doctor’s office than into the hands of a competent, caring therapist. Paint the walls a warm color. Start with pale neutrals or warm, dark colors such as shades of brown or a rustic red or orange. Set the ambience with candles of different scents on shelves. Candle light always sets the mood and sparks relaxation. Invest in massage tables with thick foam cushioning and thermal capabilities. A whirlpool jacuzzi tub is a beautiful, visually pleasing, and fulfilled look that will have your clients envisioning they are in the comfort of their home. Soothing massage oils and creams will leave your clients skin extra soft and incredibly smooth while giving them a rich healthy glow at the same time. Your clients can also add the oils to their jacuzzi bath for a long and relaxing soak that will leave them practically glowing.

Erik Stevens, licensed Massage Therapist and Instructor for six years just opened his very own center titled Infinite Pleasure Day & Nite Spa with a full staff of young black Massage Therapists and Estheticians fresh out of the school he’s an instructor for. Erik offered them full-time and part-time positions and pay starting at $25 HR with the chance to earn more. The center closes at 10 PM but depending on the clientele, the center can stay open as long as it needs to. The uniforms for the ladies are black tunic wrap tops with black pants and the guys wear black polo shirts with black pants. On the back of the uniform shirts in gold is Erik’s business logo. It's the Hand of Midas with the silhouette of a woman’s curves superior to it. Even though Erik has his own spa, he takes personal house calls from some of his favorite lady clients. Erik will have a consultation with his clients to discuss and collaborate on how the mood should be set for the therapy session. Some prefer total silence because it heightens their senses, others like it if he talks with a soft spoken voice, sometimes they like it when he plays R&B music, and almost always they want the lights out with candles lit to set the mood.

As much as he loved being a Massage Therapist, the physical demands can cause you to burn out. Self-care is indubitably important and being as physically fit as possible. The most important piece of equipment a massage therapist has is their own body. Erik stresses the importance of proper nutrition and diet, getting good enough sleep, and taking time out. It’s all about rejuvenation. Poor body mechanics can cause injuries to your hands, arms, shoulders, and back. Generating pressure from the core of the body and relieving neck strain by not looking at his strokes----keeping the head and neck in a neutral, extended position, and resting his chin against his neck to relieve the extensors is how Erik prevents work-related injury. Erik prefers to close his eyes when working because it reminds him that he does not need to watch the work being done so often---it allows him to better focus on what he is feeling with his hands. Erik’s strong, smooth hands have been compared to that of an angel or silk dragging across your skin. His smooth baritone allows you to let go and heal. Imagine how intense it is to have Erik as your Massage Therapist and not be turned on?

When I touch my client’s body, I touch their whole being---their intellect, their spirit, their emotions…

It’s a Thursday evening at Infinite Pleasure Day & Nite Spa and so far throughout the scorching hot day, at least twenty clients have been tended to. Kobi, the new hire receptionist, grabs the keys to the spa entrance, locking the commercial glass double doors. She twirls the key ring around her left pointer finger while walking back to the front desk. Kobi removes her black blazer, stretching out her arms to relieve tension in her back before pulling the bottom of her white blouse down since it had ridden up from her stretching. Kobi leans her head side to side, cracking her cervical vertebrae and then she rolls her shoulders before grumbling in pain. Her cleavage heaved when she released a deep breath before grabbing her black, mini Tory Burch bag from beneath the desk. Kobi then grabs her phone and charger, placing it within her bag. Shuffling from behind the desk, Kobi shuts off the front lobby lights, turning the corner towards the back of the spa.

Kobi punches out with her personal PIN number on a wall-mounted time clock. Finally, Kobi lets her heat-damaged, curly nut-brown hair down, using her fingers to separate the half wavy, half curly strands. The faintly lit hallway made Kobi’s skin more sepia as she walked towards the back entrance of the spa. Kobi notices one of the massage room doors is still open, sighing with a roll of her eyes before approaching the door to close it. Upon arriving at the door, Kobi fought back a rising panic when she noticed the room was still occupied. When the person turned around, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

“Erik, I thought you had left,” Kobi says with a faint smile and a hand to her chest.

“Spilled some of this massage oil, I forgot to recap it,” Erik chuckles at her terror stricken face while using a black cotton rag to absorb the oil spill from one of the shelves used to store items. Once he was finished, Erik tossed the rag in a linen basket before blowing out the candles.

“Will you be in tomorrow?” Kobi asked as she watched Erik cover each candle. Kobi’s eyes cascaded down Erik’s back like she was following a stream of water. Even through his black polo, Erik’s sculpted body is clearly seen and wickedly tempting to caress.

“Hey, Kobi, can you push that button to turn off the music?” Erik asks. Kobi pushes a black button beneath the automatic lightswitch to the room, pausing the instrumental to Brian McKnight’s Anytime. While he wiped down the massage table, Kobi examined the way his muscles flexed and bunched beneath the russet skin of his bicep. Eyes traveling up the length of his bulky arm, Kobi allowed her coffee-brown eyes to outline the shape of his thick lips, and chiseled jawline. His tapered locs were covering his onyx eyes before he straightened his back, extending his neck to remove them from his line of vision. Erik could feel Kobi staring and when his onyx eyes connected with hers, Kobi immediately looked away before bringing her hand up to massage a kink from her neck.

“Still in pain I see. So, that must mean you didn’t take my advice?” Erik raises an accusatory brow at Kobi, “You know how important it is to take care of your posture, Kobi...c’mere,” Erik motioned with a curl of his finger for Kobi to come to him, “Sit right here, it should be dry now.”

Kobi takes a seat on the edge of the massage table, resting her bag, black blazer, and car keys next to her right thigh. Kobi clears her throat nervously before straightening her back, a whimper slipping past her oval-shaped lips. Erik shakes his head before standing behind Kobe, bringing his skillful and veined hands up to her slender shoulders, leaving a little space between them to make it more comfortable. Erik formed a loose ‘C’ shape with his hands while keeping his thumbs straight. Erik feels for the smooth contour of the muscles just above her collar bones with his fingertips.

“I didn’t even realize how long your hair is, Kobi,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone.

“Oh,” Kobe shakes her head so the strands can fall forward, “Yeah, I do wear it up a lot.”

“Well, maybe you should wear it down more often,” Erik begins, drawing Kobi’s muscles up with gentle, consistent pressure. He constantly presses the tips of his fingers and thumbs into her trapezius muscles from both sides, starting at the inside of her shoulders closer to her neck. Everytime Erik would roll her muscles up towards her collarbones without releasing his grip, Kobe would groan. The muscles in his arms worked to squeeze and lift and as quickly as he started, Kobi became more comfortable and relaxed.

“This damaged hair? Please,” Kobe lets out a panting breath before closing her eyes, “I need to chop it all off and start over again.”

“Shit, I think it’s pretty,” Erik raises and lowers his forearms with slow, smooth motions while focusing on the side of Kobi’s pretty brown face, “The two different curl patterns...I like this wild look on you.”

“Stop with the lies, Erik,” Kobi rolled her eyes before hissing, “Damn...that felt good.”

“Yeah?” Erik went slower to make it feel even better, “Wait until I get to your neck, you’ll be moaning then.”

Kobi’s eyes shot open and her eyelids rapidly blinked, “Then I guess it’s a good thing that I’m wearing pants instead of a skirt---shit, that was inappropriate,” Kobi slaps her forehead. Erik could do that to you---make you say the first thing on your mind no matter how vulgar and X-rated it is.

“It was honest,” Erik clarifies with a deep voice so close to Kobi’s ear that it made the tiny hairs on her earlobe raise, “It happens all the time believe it or not.”

“...What happens all the time?” Kobi says with rapid attention.

“My lady clients getting wet,” from her shoulders, Erik starts to massage Kobi’s neck with light, long strokes, finding her tension spots and applying focused pressure, “A lot of my clients get nervous and scared because they think they’ll get wet or aroused...who cares...if you’re stopping yourself from getting turned on you have too much control over your body...I always tell them to let go, it’s okay, we replace the sheets between every client,” Kobi and Erik share a laugh, “But honestly it’s just about enjoying yourself and letting your mind run free during the experience...I got you,” Erik kneaded his thumbs into Kobi’s tense muscles in a circular motion before gliding his fingers into her hairline.

“Can I be your new client?” Kobi says with a honeyed voice. Erik bites his lip before bringing his fingers around to massage Kobi’s throat.

“Why? So I can make you wet?”

Kobi wanted to say, “But you already make me wet, daddy.” Instead, she says, “So you can help relieve this pain, Mr. Stevens…” Kobi blushes.

“You know I got you, Kobi...I do house calls too.”

Kobi nibbled on her bottom lip. She realizes that her panties are soaked. If only she could let go and unfasten her pants, kick them off, and pull the crotch of her panties to the side. If his fingers feel this good on her skin his tongue would feel even better licking her clit. Her imprudent thoughts in this precise moment are barbaric and Kobi wanted nothing more than for Erik’s heavenly hands to slip inside of her blouse to twirl her nipples. Kobi’s thigh jerked and her fingers gripped the edge of the massage table so harsh that it rubbed painfully against the palm of her hand.

“Better?” Erik’s voice knocked Kobi out of her fantasy. She flexed her back and rubbed her neck before turning to Erik with her appreciative eyes sparkling, “Thank you so much, Erik. I don’t know how else to thank you.”

“Come in with your hair down tomorrow...like this,” Erik uses his thick fingers to part Kobi’s hair and stroke it to the left side of her face for a more untamed look, “You look freshly fucked.”

Alarmed by his words, Kobi’s coffee-brown eyes blinked at Erik slowly. No man has ever talked to her so boldly like that. Kobi licks her lips then bites her bottom one. Kobi was definitely playing with fire since Erik is her boss and she does have a boyfriend waiting for her at home. It would surely be inappropriate if Kobi were to lay back on the massage table, take off her black pants and drenched panties, and spread her thighs so wide so her wet little pussy can open up for Erik to see. She could almost feel the warmth of Erik’s breath drawing closer and closer as his head lowered between her trembling thighs. Kobi wondered if he stroked pussy with his tongue first or if he wrapped his thick lips around the inner folds to suck. Either way, Kobi’s clit jumped, her walls quivered, and her nipples stiffened to pebbles.

“Is your boyfriend picking you up? Erik gives Kobi a teasing smile with a tilt of his head. His onyx eyes damn near tunneled through hers the more he stared.

“No..I drove the car today, “ Kobi inhaled sharply, “It’s getting late, I should probably head out.”

“Yeah, he’s probably worried,” Erik creates space between them both and it felt much colder, “Go ahead...get some rest baby girl, you know it’s gonna be yet another busy ass day tomorrow.”

“You’re right, let me get my ass home,” Kobi laughs nervously before standing from the table. She adjusts her pants, “Thanks again, Erik. For real...I appreciate it.”

“Don’t trip, you know I got you whenever you need me.”

Silence hung between them both and from the way Erik was watching her Kobi was worried about what she would do...what she shouldn’t do. Gathering her things, Kobi gives Erik a final polite smile before turning to leave, sauntering out of the massage room as quickly as she can leaving Erik and his fattened dick behind.

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XMilanaRoseX: It’s demon time, how should I fuck this phat pussy tonight?

Milana Russell--- Nevada born and raised before she moved to California. Milana graduated from the University of Southern California with a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and is now pursuing a master’s in criminology. Milana has a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, full lips, shoulder length locs with honey blonde tips, 5’10 and full-figured. Her golden eyes are captivating and her mellifluous voice makes you bend at her will. Milana has her webcam set up in her newly furnished bedroom for some late night play time. There are an assortment of toys on her bed and she’s already oiled down to make her curves stand out more for her horny viewers. Milana is wearing pastel multicolored fluffy cat ears with a holographic heart choker and dramatic grunge makeup with pink glitter and glitter gloss on her lips. Milana kneeled on her heart-shaped bed in white velvet while cupping her large breasts and pointing them towards the camera. Milana jiggles both D cup breasts before releasing them and making them sway in the camera.

“I know Tuesday was titty day but you can never have enough titties,” Milana massaged her oily breasts sensually, “I bet you would love to have a pair like this...these pretty ass titties...you wanna dick my pussy down while sucking on these big ass cocoa titties? Huh? Suck on these chocolate hershey kiss nipples? Hm? I bet your girlfriend don’t know how much you wanna lick and suck on my nipples...not to mention this sweet juicy black pussy,” Milana sucks on her fingers before dragging them down to rub her clit. Her attentive eyes focused on the screen of her Macbook, reading the comments and giggling at some of the responses.

SoulSnatcherrr: Damn babi they are so beautiful.

TyanaBiLove: Can I have you please?

Nuttinyou_: I’ll hold them up for you mama don’t worry. Then I’ll slobber all over them bitches.

TribbQueen94: You wanna meet up? I just wanna rub my pussy against yours all fucking night baby. Then I wanna eat your pussy over and over until you cum on my face. 😛

LaflameDaddy: Made it home just in time to see my favorite girl in action...as always those titties are looking scrumptious...I’m tryna see that chocolate pussy...can’t forget that tight ass either...turn around and show big daddy where his dick belong at girl...stop playing with me.

“Oh yeah, Laflame?” Milana says to one of her fans, “you wanna suck my pussy and fuck my ass? You always wanna fuck my ass, daddy,” Milana turns around, showing her orbit of an ass off that filled up the entire camera. Milana takes one of her hands to spread her cheeks to reveal the amethyst jeweled butt plug snugly fitting into her asshole.

LaflameDaddy: I’ll stretch that tight ass until your eyes roll back little girl...I see you got them toys out…Always ready to fuck that tight pussy like a good girl...I need your pussy in my mouth...wish I could show you this big dick right now standing straight up.

Milana read the comment from LaflameDaddy while biting on her bottom lip, “That’s exactly what I plan to do, daddy…” Milana and whoever LaflameDaddy is have been flirting and sexting back and forth for about three months now. His avatar is a picture of his muscular torso oiled down, his thick brown pipe in his hand, and the devil emoji enlarged over his face. Out of all the nasty, freaky comments Milana receives, LaflameDaddy stood out the most. Milana was sure her other fans envied his gifted tongue that impressed Milana. She really wanted to know how he looked. Milana didn’t do meet-ups with any of her fans for many reasons but LaflameDaddy was worth the risk.

“So, I don’t know which one of you sent me a new toy to play with but I’m excited to use it tonight,” Milana reaches behind her with a big smile on her face, grabbing the little pink love egg to show it off proudly, “isn’t it adorable?!! I heard about these things and I’ve always wanted to try it out,” Milana plays with the little antenna with her finger, “this shit is powerful. I turned it on to test it and the vibration is so damn strong...and it’s controlled with Bluetooth technology so I already know whoever got this for me has something planned,” Milana positions herself towards the edge of her heart-shaped bed with her legs elevated and spread wide open. Milana grabs her bottle of oil, tilting it over so that the heated oil can glaze her phat pussy lips.

LaflameDaddy: your soul is about to be knocked out.

AlluringAlyssa: I have one! We should FaceTime and cum together!

blackhornyyyvirgin: I can’t wait to see you squirt 😊

Shaq_88: ummmmm 😋

Milana rubs her outer lips, leaning back on her elbow while rolling her hips seductively in the camera. The tips started racking in and LaflameDaddy was tipping in a lump sum amount. In a short amount of time being a cam girl, Milana’s tip goals were hit faster and faster. They tip her because they WANT to see her shows. Milana always does things right, and her viewers anticipate it all day. Her computer chimed each time Milana would show off her yummy pussy.

LaflameDaddy: $30

LaflameDaddy: $40

LaflameDaddy:$50

LaflameDaddy: Stop teasing and put that vibrator in…and that butt plug is adorable but I know that asshole is begging for some dick...ummm I see that pussy leaking mama...I wanna lick up every drop of your pussy juice and bury my tongue in your ass 👅

“You’re a nasty nigga, Laflame,” Milana laughs lightly, “You live in Oakland?”

I-love-eating-pussylipss: I’m in Oakland. What's good baby?!

Nastyasfuckkk: $25 👀

PussiiFairy: Laflame can you tip me too? 🥺 Check out my OnlyFans big dick daddy…

LaflameDaddy: 😈 didn’t I tell you to put that vibrator in daddy’s pussy? Stop playing with me.

“Okay, daddy, shit,” Milana laughs again before bringing the pink bullet vibrator to her snug entrance, rubbing it up and down her labia before pushing it inside. The pink antenna dangled from her pussy. Milana brings her knees to her chest and with her phone in hand, Milana starts playing some music. The viewers were even more provoked by Milana’s little show when Twista ft. Trey Songz- Girl Tonite started playing. Milana hisses, here golden eyes love-struck as she focused on the camera. Full lips wide with surprise, Milana started panting. There is no way she could hold her moan. A single vein popped out of Milana’s neck and her gluteal muscles clenched. The different vibration patterns were jumbled on purpose so she wouldn’t expect it.

“FUCK!!!!!” Milana’s fists clenched and her hips left the bed, “Umph, mmmmmmm, uhhhhh, Unh!!!!!” Milana closed her thighs, “Oh my God—“ Milana was creating a puddle of liquid beneath her cheeks, “Goddamn, who is controlling this?!!!”

The vibrations stopped. Milana sat up in her bed, wiping the sweat from her chest. She brings her left hand down between her legs, tugging on the antenna and pulling it out. There, creating a honey trail is her sticky arousal. Her expressive eyes alone showed how shocked she was. That tiny, almighty toy made her squirt and cream in less than a minute. Milana’s golden eyes focused on her camera, wondering just who was the culprit that sent her this heavenly toy. It came with a hand-written card. Milana still remembers those compelling words as if it was recited to her.

Surrender yourself so I can cater to you.

Submit to my flow.

Aren’t you tired of being in control?

Don’t you deserve a moment to see what it feels like to be catered to.

To have all the attention on you.

Don’t make me wait...come get on this table.

Milana was confused by the last bit of the note until she noticed a free pass for an all-in-one spa experience. Infinite Pleasure Day & Nite Spa. Milana heard so much about it. Her best friend, Kobi is a receptionist there. She always talked about how amazing the black-owned business is. Milana had been meaning to get around to it but the pricing was extreme and she already has so many other things to take care of. Car payment, rent, student loans, utilities, cat food, and not to mention anything she needed for herself. Seeing that free pass reminded Milana of how much she needed to relieve stress, reduce muscle tension, and increase her joint mobility and flexibility. A playful smile spread across Miana’s lips as she typed a message on her live chat.

XMilanaRoseX: Thanks daddy Laflame 🥰 are you gonna come clean me up with your tongue when I’m done cumming on this amazing gift?

LaflameDaddy: girl I would eat all of that. Why don’t you put that toy in your mouth and tell daddy how good you taste so I can bust a nut. You’re welcome cutie.

Milana sucked on her toy, “It tastes so sweet.”

DigHerOut_: I wanna eat the hell out of her!!!!

EroticSoulBeauty: fuck that’s so damn juicy 🤤

LaflameDaddy: Yummy...phat creamy pussy...ima indulge in that deliciousness all fucking day when I get you...make your Lil ass cum all over my thick dick.

Milana lifts one leg up before impatiently bringing the vibrator back to her pussy like it never left. As soon as her vaginal walls clenched the toy the deep, rumbling vibrations damn near galloped through her body. Milana bites on her knee to focus but there was no way in hell she was going to fight off her next nut. Laflame was not playing with her. Milana locked eyes with the camera as if he was staring right back at her. She didn’t need to rub her clit because the intense vibrations had her entire pussy trembling and begging for a release.

LaflameDaddy: That's a good girl...I wanna suck that phat cum filled pussy baby...let me lick all that for you girl...shit…

LaflameDaddy: DAMN!!

Milana was leaking all over the place. When she tried to take the vibrator out Laflame turned it up higher causing her fingers to tremor. Her body fell backward against her bed and her hips started rocking back and forth. The vibrations would start off faintly and increase pulsate to a supreme level that has Milana’s abdominal muscles tied up in knots and her heart skipping a beat.

“Shit daddy you got my pussy cumming so hard…” Milana grabs her nine inch, girthy crystal dildo, sucking on it sloppily while twirling it in her mouth. The vibrations continuously fluctuates and at this point Milana didn’t even anticipate her orgasm——it just happened within the blink of an eye. Dildo slipping from her mouth, Milana yanks the vibrator from her pussy and replaces it with the crystal dildo. Her pussy was jammed-full with the circumference of the dildo. Milana rests the vibrator against her clit at the same time she fucks herself. From the tip and down to the base Milana saturated that dildo, covering its transparency with her cream.

LaflameDaddy: got me throbbing hard Milana. Can I have some of that pussy? That thick wet pussy needs some dick mmmm 😋

LaflameDaddy: ima hit that pussy hard...oh you really creaming now...that’s a pussy I’m not pulling out of.

“This big ass dick...I know how much you like to watch me fuck myself...you wanna stretch me out just like this dick don’t you? both of my holes?” Milana knows exactly what to say to drive Laflame crazy. He tips her money again.

LaflameDaddy: It would be my please to stretch that asshole open for you...get it used to being filled up to the brim 😩 ima have your ass addicted fucking with me.

Milana started seeing black spots. Her loud, ear piercing moans were on replay. Milana’s clit was stiff and hypersensitive from the vibrator. It dropped from her shaky fingers and for the third time that evening Milana climaxed. The grip from her pussy around the dildo caused her to squirt yet again. It was the wide tip stroking her G spot that created the water works. Milana blinked tears from her eyes. Words couldn’t describe how hard she just orgasmed. Usually, Milana can last at least an hour in a session, however, her body was so weakened that she couldn’t even sit up in her bed. Every time she tried to touch her clit Milana would yank her hand away because of the heightened sensitivity. Her walls would lock up like a boa constrictor would his prey.

LaflameDaddy : Milana, you still tryna meet up? I need to take care of that body, baby...I just need one night to change your life, girl...you know you want daddy to make you cum so what’s good?”

XMilanaRoseX: tonight? 🥺

Brownskinmami: Can I join y’all? 😢

DarkskinZaddy: ayo Laflame we can share her bruh!

LaflameDaddy: Yeah tonight, I’m not playing no games.

Did this even need a thought process? Laflame sent Milana a $180 dollar tip tonight and that’s not even the highest he’s tipped her. He sent her a gift, spending more money on her when he could simply be a freeloader and watch her cum without emptying his pockets. Laflame made her pussy wetter than any big dick man that had the opportunity to sample her cookies. At this point, she didn’t even care if he wasn’t the best looking guy, his body and his fat dick was enough to convince her that he could do whatever he wanted to her.

XMilanaRoseX: tonight it is then. My place 😊

LaflameDaddy: Bet. I’ll bring my stuff to set up 😏 ima send you a DM.

“Hello?”

Milana spoke into her cell, voice barely audible. Laflame kept his word and sent Milana a DM for her address and cell number. This was probably going to be the only time Milana ever met up with one of her webcam fans. She hoped that he was about that action.

“Milana,” His smooth baritone voice rocked her like an unsteady boat.

“You said your name is Erik,” Milana nibbled on the rim of her wine glass.

“Yeah, that’s me...I’m on my way to you but I gotta ask you something first if that’s okay.”

“Sure,” Milana was a little wine drunk, “Ask away.”

“Aight, so, I’m a professional Massage Therapist. I know I sent you a free pass to my spa but I really want to give you the experience at home.”

A male masseuse. This man was the total package. He’s a freak, he’s an entrepreneur, and he’s got gifted hands. Milana felt spoiled and she wasn’t about to turn down a goddamn massage especially when she needs one tremendously.

“After all that squirting you were doing you need me to take care of you.”

“So...are you coming to fuck me or massage me?” Milana cracks a smile.

“I’m coming to fuck you and massage you…”

“Mmm...so what’s your question?”

“I like to give my clients the full experience, you know? Make them feel appreciated, give them a taste of passion...what do you like? Music playing? Me whispering in your ear? Candles lit to set the mood? What?”

“I’d like all of that actually,” Milana twirled her glass of wine with a blush on her face, “I need that so bad tonight.”

“Well I got what you need, I’m here to relax you. Are you allergic to strawberries? Coconut?”

“I don’t have any allergies.”

“Good, cuz I got something special in mind for you, Miss Milana.”

“A man who’s not only gonna dick me down and slut me out but also worships my body...I want and need this, Erik,” Milana says with a soft, smooth, and pleasant sound of her voice in Erik’s ear.

“I'm one of those men that likes to take care of a woman... not only dress her in sexy clothes... take her out when the opportunity arises... but pamper her stressed out body with no expectations... treat her to a sensual massage not only to relieve the worries of the world but also to help her heal from the relentless pounding of my always horny and hard dick. Daddy has to take care of his play things.”

“Damn...you have so much passion for what you do.”

“...Nothing I love more than giving a woman a great massage followed by a deep, strong dick down.”

“Ohhh yes,” Erik was stimulating Milana’s mind with his sultry tongue, “When I say I need a massage....this is exactly what I mean...what I gotta do to get this treatment on the regular?”

“Open your door first.”

Three knocks at her apartment door has Milana jumping up from her spot on the couch, fixing her black silk robe. She tucked a few of her locs behind her ear before sauntering towards her apartment door. With one golden eye, Milana glimpsed through the wide angle lens of the peephole to find a man dressed in athletic attire and carrying a bag on his shoulder and a portable massage table under his left arm. Opening her door, Milana comes face to face with LaflameDaddy himself. He’s wearing a pair of black and gold Nike running shoes, light grey Champion sweats, and a black muscle tee. His tapered locs are pulled back into a ponytail with the sides faded. Erik’s eyebrows knitted together and his onyx eyes surveyed her like she was standing naked before him.

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Everything on Milana was heavy-set; her breasts, her hips, her pudgy belly, her thighs. Her skin reminded Erik of the rich amber color of honey. Those striking golden eyes and lashes that framed her eyes like black lace are spellbinding. Erik would have never guessed that Milana was a tall, thick woman. His affixed eyes slowly descended her body and when they came to rest on her feet he had to bite back his gravelly groan. Pretty pussy, pretty asshole, and pretty toes. Erik wanted all of them in his mouth. Milana’s French tip acrylic nail lifted Erik’s jaw off of the floor. He chuckles with a bite of his lip. Erik stared at the doe-eyed beauty attentively as he walked into her apartment. Erik notices a few totes piled near her apartment door, a new suede sofa set, a mahogany wood coffee table, abstract black woman wall art, and an open balcony with sheer autumn-colored curtains billowing from the wind of the eventide sky.

On Milana’s upper left thigh is a large tattoo of a lion with a mandala flower design. She looked like she was fresh from the shower——smelled like it too. Erik sits his bag on her couch and leans his portable massage table against a nearby wall before moving Milana’s mahogany coffee table out of the way to create more room. Erik grabs his massage table and starts setting it up within the space he created. His sexual appetite for Milana became excessive when she took a seat on her couch with her robe loosely wrapped around her body to expose her big tits for him. When her tits spilled out Erik could only smile at her eagerness.

“Do you offer naked massages?” Milana asks with her beautiful voice like music to his ears.

“I already planned on doing that. Question is, can you handle it?”

“I can handle whatever you give me, daddy...I handled that gift you sent me.”

Erik checked to make sure the massage table was sturdy and secure before strolling over to Milana, taking a seat beside her on the couch. Erik pulls out his phone and unlocks it to show Milana his mobile STD testing results. Negative across the board. Milana did the exact same thing, grabbing her phone and showing Erik her results. Also negative. It was something so mature and sexy about the entire exchange and it made Erik crave her more. Without evening thinking about it Erik’s hand reached out to caress Milana’s exposed left thigh while his hungry eyes drifted to her heavy tits spilling out of her robe.

“So...then I shouldn’t be worried about how you can handle the way I nurture and admire your body and slut that pussy and ass out on repeat?”

“No need to worry baby,” Milana’s hands fondled Erik’s biceps, “ Exactly what I need right now, the sooner I get undressed, the sooner we can do it.”

Erik couldn’t wait to satisfy this freak. Closing the space between them, Erik presses his thick lips against Milana’s. She tasted damn good. He couldn’t combat his tongue and now it was slithering between her full lips and into her wet mouth. He could taste the fruity, tart flavor of the red wine she was drinking. Since it was so silent, the sound of their wet lips smacking with each kiss and their soft moans were amplified. Erik’s lips left Milana’s sticky ones gently but his hand didn't stop stroking her scalp. He doesn’t even remember it being there. The scalp is full of nerve endings and even with the slightest brush of the hair can send tingles through your body. Milana’s eyes closed and her head fell forward slightly. Erik ran his fingernails slightly over her scalp, paying close attention to the space behind her right ear and just above her neck. Milana moaned in his ear when he tugged on her locs in between massaging her scalp.

“Damn, baby, that shit is amazing,” Milana whispered.

“This is lightwork, baby,” Erik spoke with a low tone, “Let me relax you...tell me about your day.”

“It was dull until tonight,” Milana’s lips parted, “mmm, yes.”

Erik’s hands left her hair and Milana’s breath halted when she could no longer feel his touch. She looked up at him through her lashes with pleading eyes for him to continue.

“It’s time for me to give you a good, hard, powerful massage that'll really have your ass moaning and weak to these knuckles and fingers.”

Erik rose from the couch and went to open his bag. He pulls out five different massage oils, a fluffy white towel, a thin white sheet, and three hand-poured massage candles.

“Aight miss Milana, I want you to take off your robe and go lay on that table for me face down,” Erik dug into the left pocket of his sweatpants and his hand came up with a lighter. Milana unfastens her robe and as she walked to the table she allowed the robe to fall from her body. Erik couldn’t fight the urge to steal a peek when Milana climbed onto the table with her round derrière sitting up. Milana folded her arms and rested her chin there with her head propped up and eyes closed.

“Which oil would you like for me to use? I have coconut pineapple...it reminds me of having a cool drink in my hand while relaxing on an exotic beach.”

“That sounds perfect...what are the others?”

“I have Strawberry dreams...it’s pretty sweet. I also have vanilla sandalwood, tropical mango, and island passion berry.”

“That’s a hard one,” Milana giggles, “Uhm...which do you prefer?”

“Well, if it was me and I’m giving my girl a massage I would go for the vanilla sandalwood. That creamy, rich vanilla with that alluring scent of sandalwood...it’s like spending all day in the spa without leaving your home.”

“Then let’s do that,” Milana stroked her locs from her back to give Erik more access.

“Good choice,” Erik sits the massage oil on Milana’s table followed by the three massage candles. Once that was set up, Erik set fire to the candles before turning off the lamp lights in her living room. The candle gives far less illumination than the meanest of electrical light bulbs, yet it is all Erik’s eyes can take. By the flickering yellow the room is dark, the shapes of the furniture discernible but the colours so muted that they are almost grey. The blend of jojoba and soybean oils with warm notes of amber, cedar leaf, and lemongrass, was gentle and soothing.

“Any music preferences?” Erik questioned, his eyes focused on the smooth skin of Milana’s back while he covered her ass with the thin sheet.

“Something sensual would be nice.”

“I can do that,” Erik says with a smirk before finding his favorite R&B playlist. Discovering the perfect song, Erik let’s it play, before resting his phone on the table. There is a sort of poetry behind real R&B music. Usher’s Nice & Slow was one of Erik’s favorites. He was anticipating showing Milana his skills. Removing his muscle tee, Erik grabs the vanilla and sandalwood oil. The bottles were warmed up before he came. Erik applies a little to his hands before doing the same to Milana’s back. His large, veiny hands rubbed in the massage oil with gliding movements in long, even strokes. He could practically see her worries melt away when his hands started working.

“Like that?” Erik inquired.

“Hell yeah,” Milana’s eyes focused on Erik, “you have soft hands for a man.”

“My guess is you ain’t used to that,” Erik tilted his head down at Milana, “where do you have the most tension?”

“My upper back and my lower back.”

“Okay...take slow, deep breaths for me...it’ll help you relax.”

“Like this,” Milana demonstrates her breathing for Erik.

“Exactly,” Erik used the whole of his hand and started at the bottom of Milana’s back, moving upward while applying pressure, and then he lightly brings his hands down the outside of her back delicately. His fingertips stroked the sides of her breasts each time he brought his hands down. Milana’s teeth tugged on her bottom lip. This is definitely foreplay.

“You’ll have me leaving a wet spot massaging me like that.”

“And I’ll be right here to lick it up when I’m done,” Erik reminds her while maintaining contact without applying pressure as he brings his hands back down. He didn’t forget Milana’s shoulders and neck area. This went on for 3-5 minutes while he gradually increased from light to medium pressure to warm up her back muscles.

“Mm,” Milana’s brows furrowed.

“Got a lot of tension in your back, girl,” Erik started with a petrissage technique using shorter, circular strokes with more pressure. He rolled and pressed his hands into Milana’s back to enhance deeper circulation. Erik has her moaning with every motion of his strong hands. Erik’s dick tented the front of his sweats. Looking down, he could see his thick rod twisted to the side. Rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, Erik ignored the pulse from his crotch and continued massaging Milana.

“You are great with your hands, daddy...lawdddd,” Milana hissed.

“It’s nothing like making you feel good with my hands,” Erik whispered.

“Just your hands?” Milana raises a single brow satisfyingly.

“I promise I'd fuck u just as good if not better...let ur pussy wet my dick up…”

“Talk nasty to me,” Milana gasps when Erik’s fingertips tickle the small of her back. The slightest touch there evoked Milana’s pleasure. Erik lowered his head and started licking and kissing that area. Milana’s head shot up and her hips arched from the table. Erik’s forceful hand pushed her back down. Milana looked over her shoulder at him, her golden eyes unblinking. Erik slowly lowered the thin sheet to the floor, revealing her plump backside. Grabbing the oil, Erik covered Milana’s ass while rubbing it in with his free hand.

“I can’t wait to stroke this ass...can you take it?”

“Never did it before, I’ve been training with my plugs.”

Erik spreads Milana’s cheeks and with his thumbs he starts rubbing between her cheeks. That phat pussy from the back caught Erik’s attention and now his thumbs were rubbing up and down her outer lips. Milana’s thighs spread open further for Erik to have more access. With her permission, Erik takes his thumb and pointer finger, spreading Milana’s pussy lips. Her pink glistened like the juiciest piece of fruit. Erik’s tongue is getting hard. He wanted to drop his fat dick all in that pussy. Squeezing his dick through his sweatpants wasn’t a good idea because any type of contact had him ready to bust a nut.

Walking around the table, Erik stands in front of Milana, his hips leaning over her head. Erik started to perform muscle-lifting strokes to Milana’s back in a twisting motion, “When you finally let me fuck that ass ima have you falling in love with anal for ever. Have you wishing you would have been given this ass up,” Erik pushed gently down toward Milana’s lower back, massaging the muscles on either side of her spine.

“With a dick this huge I’m sure you will.”

Erik lowered his head when he felt Milana tugging on his sweatpants. He didn’t stop her, why would he when that monster needed to be freed. Erik’s hands extended down to Milana’s ass and he started kneading the flesh. Milana brings Erik’s sweats down to rest on his upper thighs and she comes face to face with his dick since he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Grinning, Milana grabs Erik’s dick in her hand and starts jerking it.

“Fuck, here,” Erik straightens his back, reaching for the massage oil. He squirts some oil on his dick and Milana’s hand. Recapping the oil and sitting it down,, Erik brings his hands to rest on Milana’s shoulders, kneading them gently while she rubbed the oil in on his dick. With both hands now, Milana jerked Erik’s dick like she was grinding pepper. Before her golden eyes like magic Erik’s dick thickened even more in her hand. The oil brought out the beautiful definition of Erik’s veiny shaft and wide tip. Milana’s eyes glossed over and she exhaled deeply when Erik’s thumbs smoothed out the tension from her shoulders.

“Give me your throat baby... It’s not too much to ask for right?”

“Definitely not,” the flexible tip of Milana’s tongue stroked the head of Erik’s oily dick while she jerked him with both of her hands in a twisting motion. Erik grew impatient and palmed the back of her head, applying pressure and forcing her to swallow him like he wanted. He didn’t care if there was oil on his dick, all he wanted to see was all ten inches of his dick vanish down her throat. Milana’s noisy sucking blended with the R&B music in the background. With her oily hand, Milana massaged Erik’s nut sack while eating his dick up with her drooling mouth.

“I see you know how to handle this fat dick with your mouth,” Erik closed his eyes and extended his head, “take care of daddy’s dick baby and I’ll take real good care of you.”

Milana purposely gags on Erik’s dick while innocently looking him in the eyes. When her lips slipped from around his dick she started jerking him with a smile on her face, “can you please explode on my face daddy?”

“You’re my sexy dick pleaser?” Erik smoothed Milana’s dreads from her eyes.

“I’m your sexy dick pleaser, daddy...make me choke on your big black dick until I cry...I want you to cum on my face.”

“All over this pretty face? Hm?”

“Yes, please,” Milana sucked on the tip of Erik’s dick with a tight suction that had Erik’s nut sack so tight it almost retracted into his body.

“Deeper...open that mouth...stop playing,” Erik pushes forward into her mouth with his toned hips, “oh? You wanna keep playing with me, Milana? I’m gonna put it all in ya throat watch and see,” Erik gripped Milana’s head and started fucking the shit out of her throat like it was a pussy. Yes, he did come here to relieve some tension in her body but he always wanted to slut her out with his fat ass dick. Milana has been teasing him for a few months now. He’s already insatiable when it comes down to pussy. So greedy that he was willing to blow Kobi’s back out in that massage room. Boyfriend or not he was gonna stretch Kobi pussy the fuck out. Now, he finally has Milana’s freaky ass to himself.

Erik puts it all the way down Milana’s throat and watches her get too messy with it and gag because Erik was training her throat. He held his dick there to remind her of how daddy’s dick is supposed to be sucked. Her tears cleansed her cheeks and just when her nose began to run Erik’s dick drew back from her throat. She stared at Erik’s dick with her eyes crossed like she was bewitched.

“I love fucking a pretty face...stay focused baby and make daddy nut...fuck, Milana,” She was driving Erik crazy with the jerk and suck combo, “just like that baby...damn...nasty girl, suck that dick,” Erik licks his lips, “Open that pretty little mouth of yours for your daddy,” Erik takes hold of his dick and slaps it on Milana’s tongue, “Fuck I’m about to bust all over your face, hell yeah that’s a good girl, begging for more? So fucking hungry,” Erik painted Milana’s face with his cum and she tilted her head back far enough to catch some in her mouth as well.

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A real-life fantasy is what Milana was experiencing.

She giggled at first, but once she got past the tickle response her laughter was replaced with moans. Milana is on her back now, the front of her body completely exposed for Erik to caress. With his soft, masculine hands Erik rubbed-down Milana’s breasts with the warm oil while his thumbs circled her nipples. At this point, Milana is leaking on the massage table. She didn’t think her nipples could actually get this hard. In between his rubbing, Erik would give her nipples a nice suck to change the pressure. Now, Erik is kissing her neck and moving his hands to her torso. With his hands on her hips, Erik lifted Milana’s back from the table in an arch position.

“I wanna put my face in your ass and pussy so bad...fine ass.” With his fingertips, Erik stroked Milana’s torso with his onyx eyes ablaze and his dick ready to bust yet again. Milana gives Erik a sultry smile before grabbing his dick in her hand again to remind her of how big he is. Erik’s hands slid against each other in opposite directions across her stomach, repeating it over and over until Milana’s hips thrust from the table.

“Patience, baby girl...I gotta work my way down,” Erik walks to the foot of the table to stand between her legs. Erik grabs one of her legs, bringing it up so that her foot could rest on his shoulder. Erik used gentle and light pressure near her bones and sensitive areas. As his circular motion increased, the intensity of the massage increased. Milana was up on her elbows from the bed to watch him knead all the kinks out of her legs. She didn’t know how much she needed this until now.

“You got some pretty feet,” Erik gives Milana’s foot a soft kiss. Grabbing her by the ankle, Erik rests Milana’s toes painted coral pink against his lips. Up and down, Erik rubbed Milana’s toes against his lips. His eyes were enough to show Milana that he was surrendering to her but this time her toes are in his mouth. She never experienced a man sucking on her toes and wouldn’t have imagined how sexy it is to feel and watch at the same time.

“Mmm, that feels so good, baby,” Milana gasps when Erik’s tongue licked the side of her foot, “You’re such a freak, Erik.”

With a smirk on his face, Erik uses his teeth now to nibble on her ankle while his hands massage her foot. Using his thumbs, Erik applied pressure to the ball of Milana’s foot and she almost sat up on the table.

“Yesssss, fuck,” Milana brings her other foot to Erik’s oily chest, “Do this one now...fuck, I like that,” Erik sucks on Milana’s toes, “Unh, fuck, that shit is so damn good baby.”

With her foot, Milana makes Erik’s dick bounce before dragging her toes down to his balls. Erik’s hips jerked back and he playfully bites down on the side of Milana’s foot causing her to giggle. After massaging her other leg, Erik seized both of her legs, pushing her knees towards her chest. There, covered in oil and sitting phat and pretty between her thighs is Milana’s sweet pussy. Seeing it up close and personal almost made him weep. Rubbing down the back of her thighs, Erik really wanted to eat that hot meaty pussy right now. He would eat that pussy till his tongue fell off. Then there’s her tight asshole. He wanted nothing more than to beat it down from the inside. Same thing for her creamy pussy. Hitting both g spots with reckless abandon and endless precision. Play with that pussy and make her focus on him while he beats that ass into submission...and she better not look away...

“...Perfect ass for anal pleasure. Do you agree?”

“Mhm,” Milana moves her hips in a circular motion, “Don’t you wanna eat me up? Have a taste baby? It's good for you,” Milana uses both of her hands to spread her pussy lips.

“What a beautiful view baby,” Erik’s head disappears between Milana’s thighs and the first thing she does is grab for his hair, yanking it from its ponytail, “I want that pussy cumming in my mouth too since you wanna pull on my hair like that.”

Erik tongued every drop of that delicious sight before his eyes. So much pussy juice. He was absolutely overwhelmed with how much she produced the more he licked. Now, Erik’s mouth is watering and his spit is mixed in with Milana’s wetness. Stunning, absolutely delicious it looks so tasty, how good would it be to taste the juice of this gorgeous pussy. That was Erik’s first thought when he first saw Milana’s pussy on webcam. Pussy is the prettiest thing, he would think while he fisted his fat dick into another explosive orgasm. He was sucking Milana’s pussy into submission. He was sucking not just on her clit but on her inner folds and outer lips as well. Got to get the whole pussy in his mouth to really make her cum. At this point, Milana was Erik’s favorite thing to eat with the way she creamed in his mouth. With the way his lips are slurping up and down her pussy, Milana lost whatever control she had and surrendered herself to him for the rest of the night.

“Eat that pussy,” Milana’s eyes grew wide when Erik’s tongue started stroking her ass, “oh my fucking goodness.”

Was Milana really ready? He talked about fucking her in the ass so many times before so she already knows that he will take it by force. He must have read her thoughts because now Erik is fingering Milana’s booty at the same time his mouth found its way back to her pussy.

“Daddy?” Milana questioned while his finger twirled in her booty, “Are you gonna fuck my ass first or my pussy? Unhhhhhh, fuck,” Milana’s thighs locked around his head.

“You got that phat pussy running away from me?” Erik held Milana in place with one strong arm, “When that hole give up and you finally take it you’ll be hitting my phone for this big dick to fill your ass up anytime...fuck, it’s so damn tight...can’t wait to get in this ass,” Erik stopped talking and continued slurping on Milana’s pussy. Her cries were ignored the more he worked his thick lips over her pussy. She could feel herself getting ready to cum again and it was so strong that Milana’s lower half was lifting from the massage table. Her sweet moans of defeat came soon after she started cumming in Erik’s mouth. She had no other choice but to lay there and take it. His mouth didn’t leave her pussy, he sucked his way through her nut until he felt as if she had enough.

“That sweet pussy cumming?”

“YES!!!! Fuck yes it’s cumming for you.”

Erik’s lips were back on it.

“Yes!!!! Yes, make me cum, make me cum, Unhhhhh fuck,” Milana was frozen but her stiff body didn’t stop Erik from licking up every single drop. When he lifted his face from between her legs, he was glazed from the oil and her juices.

“I think it’s time for me to massage that pussy with this dick don’t you think? Get up and go to the couch now,” Erik didn’t wait for Milana to answer his question. His fat dick was in his hand and he jerked it with a desperation to finally dig deep in Milana’s guts. Milana sat down on the couch causing Erik to kiss his teeth and slap her right thigh.

“Turn over,” It was a request that needed to be fulfilled with how deep his voice was. Milana was on her belly again, Erik’s hands landing on her ass with two rounds of rough slaps that stung her flesh, “Daddy’s got your back baby, lift this ass up.”

Milana carefully positioned herself with her thighs nice and wide and her face resting against the suede cushion of her sofa.

Mhmmmm,” Erik tapped his dick on Milana’s pussy before grabbing a handful of her ass, pushing himself inside. Even with the amount of lubrication Erik’s dick still expanded Milana’s pussy past limits she wasn’t used to. Sure, she’s taken long dicks before but long and fat? That’s a different story.

“Is this dick up in your guts?”

Milana rapidly nods her head the more Erik pushed. Milana had her doubts that Erik was going to fit but he proved her wrong. Erik’s entire shaft fit perfectly inside of Milana’s pussy like a puzzle piece. His hands stroked her oily skin from her twin globes all the way down her arched back and back up to her hips. Gliding in and out of her pussy, Erik can feel Milana reaching back to grab his wrists.

“If you think I’m about to fuck you with half of this dick because you can’t take it you got me fucked up,” Erik slaps Milana’s hand away a few times before she decided to loop her arm around his, “Nah take this punishment from daddy.”

“Fuck me just like that,” Milana moaned.

“Fuck you just like that? Oh, now you want this dick?”

“Yes. I need that big fucking dick.”

“This big dick right here?” Erik’s hips smacking against Milana’s ass was vivid in her ears, “All up in this puss with my dick…keep that fucking arch Milana I’m taking this pussy.”

Erik started off with that rough sex, straight giving it to Milana. As much as she cried she was taking that long dick. It felt so good that the feeling of his dick applying pressure to her stomach was worth it. He was pounding Milana out like he had pinned up tension towards her. It was as if he wanted to leave her pussy shaking. He was punishing her for sure, Milana couldn’t even look back over her shoulder at him. He was making her take responsibility for her actions——teasing him on webcam.

“I’m pounding this tight little pussy...pussy getting dealt with right?”

“Unh,” She couldn’t only moan.

“Talk to me, oooh this pussy wet wet…beating this wet shit up baby…come on, open your fucking mouth...tell daddy how much you love this dick.”

“I love this big dick,” Milana exhales when Erik slows down to stroke her at a moderate pace. Slowing down made Milana feel just how much dick she was taking. Erik would pull out all the way to the tip of his dick then push all the way in down to the base. Milana could feel the urge to squirt and she really didn’t want to do it on her new couch but it was too late. As soon as Erik’s wide tip hit the bottom of her pussy, Milana was squirting on her couch.

“Got my dick extra messy with this pussy...I needed to fuck you so bad shit ain’t even funny,” Erik slaps her ass, “Make it rain baby, yessss,” Milana was squirting again, and Erik increased the speed of his hips, “pussy so fucking good girl.”

“Umph!!! Unh!!!!!” Milana was whimpering into the couch, “Erik, please, I’m about to cum!!!!”

“Fuckkkk!!!” Erik’s jaw clenched from Milana’s grip, “Nasty Bitch taking all this dick you better cum like a good little slut, Milana.”

Milana did exactly as she was told and made even more of a mess beneath her. Erik starts slapping her ass cheeks around with his dick still buried inside of her.

“You ready for me to get in that ass?”

“Uh-huh,” Milana’s eyes rolled shut when Erik’s dick left her quivering pussy. He didn’t bother to tell her to clean off his dick with her tongue because he wanted to use as much lubrication as possible to fuck her in the ass.

“Let’s take this shit to your bed, it’ll be better,” Erik picks Milana up from the couch and carries her towards the direction that she pointed to. The infamous room of Milana Rose. That signature heart shaped bed. Erik lays Milana on the bed while he is on top of her. They both share an intense kissing session with a whole lot of tongue and spit.

“Come on, girl, bring your legs up,” Erik whispered.

Milana’s knees are against her chest for Erik to do whatever he wants. Standing from the bed, Erik positioned Milana on the edge so he could have the perfect angle. That asshole is...Erik couldn’t even form words. Dick still wet and Milana’s ass nice and oiled up, Erik bends his knees slightly before planting one hand on the bed while the other grabbed his dick, bringing it to her ass and then with a slow, easy stroke, Erik started pushing and Milana was so nervous that her asshole clenched up.

“You gotta relax if you want me to get in that ass, Milana. It’s okay baby...you’ll love it...I know you will...you’re a nasty slut…” Erik tried again, pushing enough to get the tip of his dick in, “mmmmm, you just might make me cum and I ain’t even have this ass the way I wanted to yet.”

“Daddy it hurts,” Milana pushed at Erik’s abs.

“Hold on I got a little bit more for you...it’s almost in there I promise,” despite her cries, Erik finally conquered the tightest hole he ever fucked.

“Ima pull out a little bit,” Erik withdrew his hips, “Fuckkkkkkk,” Erik pushed back in, “I should be balls deep but you acting like you can’t take this dick.”

“It’s too big in my ass,” Milana’s mouth grew wide with shock, “Oh my God it’s in my ass…”

“Milana, stop clenching up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth, “If you relax I can open this ass up how I want…”

Erik pushes and pushes with his hips. So tight it felt like Milana was trying to squeeze his dick like a tube, “I’m already in there, baby, just take this dick,” Erik’s hands are resting on either side of Milana’s head. She was loosening up for him and her cries of pain turned into soft sighs. Her phat pussy sitting right above her ass needed to be filled too so Erik takes three fingers to finger fuck her.

“Oooh, shit,” Milana eyes rolled back, her body shaking with only half of Erik’s dick in her, “That big dick looks so good in my ass…”

“Grab my dick and push it in this ass.”

Milana sat up on her left elbow with her other hand reaching between her thighs to grab Erik’s dick. When her hand wrapped around his shaft she couldn’t believe how much of him was left. Adjusting her hips Milana forced Erik’s dick in.

“Take your time to ease it in, I’ll wait,” Erik’s fingers twisted and twirled in Milana’s pussy, “There you go baby, there you go,” Erik moves her hands out of the way, “Hold your cheeks open…” moving his hips, Erik started digging Milana’s ass out.

“I’m laying this pipe all in your ass-“

“Yesssssss,” Milana really thought she would be able to handle the way he was fucking her but her hands on his thighs pushing him proved to Erik that she wasn’t ready. He didn’t give a fuck, Milana knew what it was from the beginning.

“Next time, I’m tying your fucking hands down, you can’t take it but you’re moaning while I’m stuffing this ass,” Erik’s fingers rapidly stroked Milana’s pussy, “That's it, spread your cheeks slut and look at this hard dick sliding in and out of your tight little asshole.”

Milana’s eyes connected with Erik’s dick, “Unh, fuck.”

“You’re a good girl?” His dick started hitting her ass faster.

“I’m a good girl-yes, get it baby.”

“THAT'S what i'm talking about,” Erik could finally go at the pace that he wanted, “Train me daddy, fuck,” Milana’s ass started creaming Erik’s dick, “I’m a good girl I’ll take it in the ass.”

“Damn, girl…” Erik chewed on his plump bottom lip.

“Let me show you I’m a good girl,” Milana gripped her sheets and started moving her hips to meet Erik’s strokes. Just minutes ago she was crying about how it hurt and now she is accepting Erik’s fat dick in her ass.

“Oh yeah? Put that work in for daddy,” Erik’s fingers alternated between rubbing Milana’s clit and fingering her pussy.

“Yes, daddy,” Milana’s face frowned with ecstasy, “Unh, fuckkkk,” Milana started squirting.

“Yeah, you’re a good girl, keep squirting, come on,” Erik pushes Milana’s thighs back and pounded her ass. Milana’s hips kept moving and Erik was growing frustrated. Slapping her ass, Erik’s fingers squeezed Milana’s legs harshly and his nails were digging into her skin. He really loved her ass. Milana scratched his abs and slapped his chest. He was getting balls deep in her ass, growling in her ear, biting her neck, and gripping her thighs.

“If you keep it up daddy will fill this ass up with my fat nut,” Erik whispered in her ear. The squishing sound of his big dick pistoning into her ass as he rocked her body brought him to the brink of climax just as Milana reached hers.

“This big ass dick got me squirting…UMMMMMMMPH! FUUUUUCK,” Milana pushed that squirt out her pussy and it stained Erik’s dick and thighs. The dick was buried in her ass and yet her pussy still reacted to it. Erik quieted Milana with his lips. He swallowed her cries and pushed himself in deeper to make his balls slap her ass. Unable to hold back any longer, Erik pushed himself all the way in and held it there. Dick pulsating, Erik’s thick cum filled Milana’s ass. Her warm hole drained him dry like she was sucking the life force out of him. Erik couldn’t speak, all he could do was sweat all over her and kiss her lips and face. Pussy a creamy mess, ass filled to the brim with Erik’s cum. Lifting his sticky body from hers, Erik kissed a trail down Milana’s body before his thick lips found her pussy. He used the suction of his lips to clean off her pussy.

“You still want that free massage? I’m there all next week.”

Eyes like stars, Milana gives Erik a tired smile with her hand stroking his goatee. It felt so good and so right in his arms and this was her first time with Erik; to accept the adoration that was being given to her. Milana was very certain that Erik has other women waiting in line for the opportunity to have him. What transpired between them has Milana anticipating future sex. If only.

“How does next Friday sound?”

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jaeminzie · 3 years

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day ‘n’ nite | l.dh

↳ lee haechan x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: smoke sesh with the dream 00’ liners led to best friend!hyuck feeling a little overly clingy and you were the only one available to fulfill his cuddling needs

genre: fluff

word count: 1,131

warning: mentions of marijuana

a/n: um i’m currently writing this high after eating some edibles lmfaoo so if this sucks or if it has grammar mistakes then pls excuse that,, i probably won’t post this until tmrw when i’m back to normal so i can edit haha... hopefully this doesn’t suck

updated a/n: okay i’m back, n e ways i recommend listening to day ‘n’ nite by kid cudi while reading bc of the title and it’s a good song hehe (it’s not related to the story at all but yk it’s still a good listen lmao)

‘day ‘n’ nite’ by kid cudi

“yo you have to inhale it, dumbass.” hyuck snorted after watching a confused jeno take a hit but only to exhale the smoke out of his pink lips right away.

jeno frowned and wailed his arm up in annoyance, “shut up man. it’s my first time.”

“you don’t say,” renjun muttered underneath his breath but you were all seated so close together forming a circle that everyone could hear everything. “pass it.”

jeno scoffed and handed it to jaemin who inhaled a big hit smoothly but then coughs followed a couples seconds later, passing the blunt to his left— donghyuck. “you know what, whose idea was this?” jeno mumbled, bringing his knees up so he could hug them while watching hyuck taking a satisfying hit. his expression was in awe as he wondered how a person can inhale the drug without coughing nor cringing at the heat and smell.

hyuck sighed contently after inhaling the smoke, letting some extra seep out of his body. “mine.” his eyes slowly closed, letting his whole body relax while passing the blunt to you. “we all need to relax for a bit, jeno.” the name of the boy felt harsh when hyuck spoke it.

as hyuck’s best friend, it definitely wasn’t your first time smoking as he’s the biggest stoner in school so your lungs were used to the burn. yet, you weren’t as greedy as jaemin who took a long hit. you inhaled a good amount but enough to save some for another round in the circle. “damn y/n, why so shy all of a sudden?” hyuck nudged your shoulder snickering at you since he’s seen you at your greediest times during these kinds of situation.

laughing softly, “shut up. just tryna save some.”

jeno cleared his throat, “you guys can have it. i’m done.” the rest of you nodded your heads at his statement, not even trying to get him to change his mind which eased jeno.

the roll only lasted two more rounds but it was enough for you all, leaving jeno to take care of your slump bodies laid on the sleeping mat on his living room floor. he mentally thanked his parents for leaving for a business trip during the weekend, or else he’d be a deadman if his parents saw the condition of their living room.

jeno looked down at the four bodies on the floor and cursed at them before leaving to get a blanket then returning to lay on the couch behind the sleeping mat that his pungent friends were relaxing on. renjun, laying on your left, was humming and tapping his fingertips on the carpet as if he was in his own little world. jaemin who was sprawled out on the other side next to hyuck was fast asleep with his mouth wide open. you and hyuck laid still next to each other, staring at the ceiling like it was a television. super entertaining.

it wasn’t long until jeno and renjun joined jaemin in dreamland, filling the room with snores and deep breathing. “can we cuddle?” hyuck turned his body to face you and pleaded with his sparkling red doe eyes. “you’re really warm. i’m cold.” he pouted.

it took some power to not smile at his words and his puppy face so instead, you extended your arms out for him to enter and embrace your body, leaving you to be the big spoon. hyuck immediately went for your neck to snuggle into, his hair strands tickling your skin but you stayed still for the sake of his comfort. you could feel him smile against your skin as he took in your scent and tangled his legs with yours. “you look pretty with red eyes.”

you waited for an insult to come out of him as that was his favorite term of endearment, but he stayed silent. it wasn’t the first time you two have cuddled obviously since your best friends with hyuck who is, if not the most then, one of the clingiest person in the universe. but it is the first time he’s called you pretty without insulting you afterwards. you assumed it was the drug taking over his system so you tried to swat away the butterflies swarming in your stomach over such a small compliment. though, you couldn’t control your heartbeat and your annoying ‘bestie’ seemed to notice.

“do i make you nervous, y/n?” you could just feel his smirk when he began to play with your hair which made your heartbeat race faster. “don’t be.”

“don’t flatter yourself.” your voice was impressively calm unlike your body that was heating up and forming goosebumps. “you’re making me hot.”

he lifted his head out of your neck to hover over your body. “you’re already hot, sweetheart.” you wanted to slap the smirk right off his face but your palms were sweating excessively and you did not want him to know his effect on you.

“i don’t wanna cuddle, you ruined it.”

hyuck laughed above you, but making sure to stay quiet to avoid waking up the others. “too bad.” he flipped your bodies over so you were the one laying on his chest, his arms trapping you to stay on top of him and his hands began to caress your body softly. “just relax, sweetheart.”

your eyebrows quirked at the petname. “dude what are you on?”

“well, i mean, we did just smoke sooo.” he hummed softly while rubbing circles on your heated cheek with his right hand while the other ran through your hair. “but i was being honest earlier when i called you pretty. sober me would’ve agreed.”

“i know i am,” now you began to draw circles on his chest unconsciously.

his small giggling fit caused his chest to vibrate against your cheek. “you should sleep now.”

you hummed in agreement when you felt your eyelids becoming too heavy to hold. “goodnight hyuck.”

“goodnight, my sweet.” his voice was calm and collected, his tone wasn’t teasing unlike earlier. his fingers continued their movements and he began to quietly hum slow melodies making it easier for you to drift off into your sleep. he made sure that you were asleep before placing a kiss on the top of your head, staying there for a while to inhale the mixtured scent of your floral perfume that he gave you as a birthday gift and the blunt from earlier.

hyuck stayed up for nearly the whole night daydreaming of dating his best friend. although it was just in his head, he felt content inside knowing that you probably have spent sleepless nights thinking of him as well— he was correct. he looked down at your sleeping body and listened to the purrs you made in your deep sleep. looking at you made his body relax under you, a smile never leaving his face when your body cuddled closer to him. it’ll be a long night for hyuck, but he definitely did not mind admiring your pretty face until dawn.

#this was kinda bad i am so sorry lmao #nct #nct 2020 #nct dream #nct 127 #nct drabble #nct dream drabbles #nct dream fanfic #nct dream scenario #nct dream imagine #nct 127 fluff #donghyuck #haechan #haechan fluff #haechan scenarios #haechan imagine #haechan drabbles

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staranon95 · 3 years

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DinCobb Week Day 2: Hurt/Comfort (SFW)

here’s my take on @dincobbweek day 2′s prompt Hurt/Comfort

in which Din gets severely injured after the fight with Gideon and is taken to Tatooine to recover

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Tend to Me

“Mando?”

Din blinked at where the Jedi had been just a moment earlier, carrying Grogu away as it should be.

“Mando.”

He blinked again and turned to look at the others. Cara was speaking to him, turned towards him. And he could see Bo-Katan and her Nite Owls and Fennec Shand and . . .

There was something wet trickling down his side that he was aware of all for handful of seconds before the floor was coming up to greet him.

His head felt light, but there was a distant pounding, and he didn’t feel all that here in the present moment.

He blinked and saw Cara above him. He blinked again and thought he heard the stern voice of Bo-Katan against Gideon’s steady timbre.

Someone was pulling at his cuirass, and he tried to sit up against it. They had already seen his face. They all had. The Nite Owls. Cara. Fennec.

Gideon.

He couldn’t let more of that be taken from him.

“Easy, vod.”

The sound of Mando’a settled him, and he lay back down when he saw a familiar helmet above him, partially blocking out a fluorescent light above him, giving the person an almost halo like appearance.

“Vanth,” he muttered.

“No, Din,” a gravelly voice said. “It’s not.”

Still, his eyes rolled back and he knew nothing more until later.

Whenever later would be.

He opened his eyes and found himself on his back. There was something around his torso, but his skin felt cool. Too cool. He looked and found himself bare to the waste. There was thick gauze and bandages wrapped around his torso, and at some point he’d been given an intravenous. The area around him seemed familiar.

“You’re on the Slave.” Fennec appeared above him.

Din parted his lips. She could still see him, and he felt panicked at the idea of it. “What’s—”

“Fett plans on taking you to Tatooine,” she said in that same matter-of-fact tone she always had. “You were injured in the fight. Either with Gideon or with the darktroopers, but the damage is extensive.”

Din blinked. “Why not heal me here?”

“We didn’t think you’d want to be here. Not with Bo-Katan breathing down your neck.”

The sound of heavy footsteps came upon them, and Din looked up to see Fett himself, still armour, unlike Din.

“Are we clear?” Fennec asked.

“Marshal Dune plans on watching Gideon until the New Republic arrives. And Bo-Katan has stepped back. For now.” He titled his head in Din’s direction. “She’ll want to know when you’re back on your feet, but I told her you don’t do well with droids, so healing will be a slow process.”

Din looked back up at the ceiling above him. “I’m a disgrace.”

“No, you’re not. Well. Tatooine’s not going to wait for us forever.”

As much as Din knew of Boba already, he knew even less of the man’s current aspirations. Apparently, that included overthrowing the last remnants of the Hutt presence on the planet and installing a new crime syndicate. His own.

Fortunately, for Din, he was asleep and in too much pain to worry about how this was all going to go down, and by the time he was awake, he was being lifted into a bed, and that movement alone stole the breath from his lungs. There was a sharp current of pain lancing up the right side of his rib cage and into his right shoulder. It pricked at his hip and down, and he gritted his teeth, breathing out harshly through his nose as he was settled.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He heard Fett around him, somewhere to his right. “It wasn’t going to be an easy move. Here. Got a hypospray for that.” Din tilted his neck back enough to let Fett inject him. He could feel the rush of the hypospray along the side of his neck and slowly—slowly—he felt it go to work in the worst parts of his body until he could finally relax against the bed.

Din closed his eyes and breathed out deeply before he looked to Boba. “Bringing me here was your idea?”

“Well.” Boba had his helmet off now, but the rest of his armour was still in place. He looked to the side and found a sturdy chair against the wall that he dragged up to the side of the bed. “I can’t imagine it would’ve been nice to patch up you with whatever stores of bacta they had on that ship and send you right back out there.”

“Would’ve been better.”

“To what? Handle the Princess and her self-righteous cause? Finish off Gideon and the rest of those Imps? Din, you’ve been going at it for weeks now. And I’m speaking from experience here, but when you’re down, stay down. Don’t try to get back up if it’s only going to make things worse.”

Din frowned. “The darksaber—”

“It’s here.”

“No, not that. She’ll want to discuss with me what that means. You should’ve—”

“I wasn’t going to leave you with her. Din, do you even remember what happened during the fight with Gideon? Stars, any of it?”

If Din were to be truthful, he would say he didn’t remember most of it. Certainly not now. He remembers being physical assaulted by one of the darktroopers. How it clutched his head and smashed against the metal panels of the ship over and over again. His helmet being the only thing protecting him from being seriously injured.

But he had been injured, hadn’t he? Otherwise, why would he be here?

But then later, after he had finally dispatched the darktrooper, Gideon emerged with the darksaber. He remembered parts of the fight between the beskar spear and the saber itself. Gideon had been an accomplished fighter with it and then—

“I’m not . . . sure.”

“Well,” Boba said. “Best we could figure, one of the darktroopers hurt you pretty bad. Lacerations on your neck from when one of ‘em grabbed you. At some point you were struck or you collided with something and fractured your arm up here.” He tapped a point high up on his own arm, up near the shoulder. “You’re shoulder blade didn’t fare much better. And then when you faced down with Gideon.” He chuckled. “What I would’ve given to see that fight. But he must’ve swiped you. Gotten the upper hand because he scored you along here.” He marked a long cut along his rib cage, right where the padding of his armour would’ve ended, leaving him open to Gideon’s attack. “It’s long, but not terribly deep. You got lucky.”

“Yeah, because this is what’s lucky. Lucky I didn’t get blown up in my ship. Lucky I lost the kid. Lucky I got to see him get taken by the Jedi—”

“Easy, vod.”

Din breathed in deeply.

“Feel better?”

“No.”

“Figured as much. I’ll be looking into getting you doctor. Someone local. Medical supplies of high grade are rare on this planet so it’ll be a slow recovery, but I think you could use the time off. And I doubt you want a medical droid.”

“Preferably not.”

“Right. Slow recovery it is.” Boba then stood and reached down to pat his good shoulder. “Rest up. Fennec and I will be in and out, but for now, sleep. You need it.”

He turned then and left, leaving Din to his quiet contemplation.

Even after the hypospray, he could still feel the throbbing effects of pain as it lanced up and down his side with each beat of his heart.

It was only luck that he did fall asleep from the sheer exhaustion coursing through his body.

He was left with a broken arm, a broken body, and a broken Creed. He wasn’t sure how much Boba knew of Mandalorian customs—especially Din’s customs which weren’t universal. He was still coming to terms with that.

But as it was, Din had no idea to the current state of his tribe. He knew many of them had been slain with the fallout of their exposure in the city of Nevarro. The survivors had been scattered. Or they could all be dead and Din would be the last of the Watch.

The only one who cared about a broken Creed was him, and even now he didn’t know what that meant.

What did it mean to be broken?

He shared none of these thoughts with Boba and Fennec whenever they came to visit, neither did he say anything to Boba’s hired doctor when they came to check him over and change his dressings.

He was silent through it all and needed to be prodded to get out of bed so he wouldn’t develop bed sores. He was a ghost of his former self and he could see it in Boba and Fennec’s eyes. They didn’t know what to do with him, so he guessed that’s why they contacted him.

There was a knock on the door to his room.

“Come in.” Din pushed himself to sit up against the bed with some effort and felt something pull in his side and he set his free hand upon it to try and soothe the throbbing. Then he saw Cobb Vanth enter the room.

His immediate instinct was to try and pull his helmet on, maintain some dignity, but he caught sought of his beskar’gam—helmet and all—across the room.

Besides, Fett’s doctor had already seen him without his armour. Why should he get so worried that Cobb was here?

“Fennec told me where to come find you,” the Marshal said, coming to sit slowly in the chair next to Din’s bed. “Gotta admit, this place is a whole lot bigger on the inside.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Din said, keeping his gaze to the bedspread despite how much he wanted to see Cobb’s face with unfiltered eyes for the first time. But he couldn’t get himself to do it. He didn’t think he deserved it. “Why are you here?”

“Ah, two reasons, I s’pose.” Cobb’s drawl felt like a balm. “First being business related. With Fett bein’ the new crime lord n’ all I suppose it’s only good that we negotiate a bit. See what he can offer Mos Pelgo and what he’s askin’ for in return. Pretty agreeable guy, I have to admit. Second reason . . . they asked me to see you.”

Din slowly looked over at Cobb. He looked the same as before, much more narrow now that he didn’t have Boba’s armour to cover his frame. But he looked good. He was wearing dark green today and not his usual red, but the colour still looked good on him.

And then up to his face. The cut of his beard. It was neater now than what Din remembered. He must’ve had more time to shave up a bit without the threat of krayt dragons and tuskens weighing him down. And that silver hair was still slicked back over his head, leaving bare a pair of hazel eyes.

They were hazel. And Din could see all the colours there.

“Looks like you’ve been through it,” Cobb said. “How you holding up?”

“How much do you know?”

“Bits and pieces mostly. Shand and Fett wouldn’t share much, and really it’s up to you if you want to share.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

He remembered the nights he spent with Cobb when he had first arrived to Mos Pelgo. During the long stretches of travel between the town, the Tuskens, and the krayt dragon. After enough time, he had begun to speak more companionably with Cobb and shared stories of his own. But even now, he had so much to tell Cobb, to have him understand, because he felt Cobb could understand.

Besides, who knew more about loss than Cobb himself? The slave, the rebel, and the leader?

He was quiet through it all, only asking for clarification. And when it was all done, Din sat there with his head tipped back against the headboard, looking up at the ceiling to ignore the way tears pricked his eyes.

Cobb whistled lowly. “Seems a lot. But I am glad that Fett brought you here. Seems like you needed me.”

Din looked down to him and saw a teasing smirk on Cobb’s lips. “And what exactly would I need a Tatooine Marshal for? Are you even licensed?”

“Appointed. But that ain’t the point. The point is, I’m here for you.”

He felt Cobb’s hand on his leg there, just above his knee and the man squeezed, prompting Din to look at him.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen after this,” Din said, hardly above a whisper because how could he admit to the fact that his life was falling apart? That he didn’t know who he was anymore. He wasn’t the Mandalorian that walked into Mos Pelgo to kill a dragon. Not anymore.

“We’ve all been there,” Cobb said, squeezing and keeping a steady gaze on Din throughout it. “And you know I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m so tired.”

“It’s okay. You can sleep. I’ll be here, waitin’.”

With great effort, Din slowly lay back down on the bed and he lamented the fact that he couldn’t reach with his left hand to hold Cobb’s, to hold him there and know he wasn’t going to leave.

But Cobb was there all the same, and for now that would be enough.

#dincobb #din djarin #cobb vanth #dincobbweek #dincobbweek2021 #dincobb week #mandalorian #star speaks #star writes

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addercharmer · 3 years

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Izumi is so excited to be going to the cat cafe, when Sansa-san had told her it was a place to get hot chocolate and spend time with kittens she had begged Tsukauchi-san to take her.

Now she was standing just outside of the building all but shivering in her excitement. Tsukauchi-san had told her to wear the pants that he had bought her, he said it was because cats were strange creatures and he didn't want one to doing something that could make her uncomfortable.

Izumi didn't really care to be honest, cats were soft and fluffy, she knew that they could be mean sometimes, but all living things were like that.

Tsukauchi-san sighed a little as he pulled open the door for her, she knew that particular sigh was only something he did when he felt he was 'soft'. Izumi didn't really understand, the only soft thing about Tsukauchi-san was his hair, and sometimes the sweaters he wore at home.

"Go find a seat Izumi-chan." He told her, and walked toward the counter to hopefully get the promised hot chocolate.

Izumi skipped her way over to a large pile of pillows, it looked like a nest that she could maybe shift around a little for maximum comfort.

Her shifting of the pillows to allow for support but still give the feeling of a nest didn't take long, but it did attract the attention of a big fluffy gray cat.

Once Izumi was settled comfortably the big cat climbed into her lap, he was almost the same size as she was.

"Hello kitty!" Izumi chirped quietly. "I'm Izumi."

With light fingers Izumi started to pet the top of the cat's head, it took her a little but she saw a baby blue collar hiding in all of the cats fur. With her free hand she gently turned it to look at the tag.

"Mor-phe-ous." She sounded out the name carefully, it wasn't a word she was familiar with, it made her fingers itch to know what it ment.

When Tsukauchi-san came over to where she was he had the men they had visited yesterday with him. Izumi wanted to be surprised but she knew from when he agreed that this was a set-up of some sort.

Not really bothered by it, Izumi asked the group of men. "What's a Mor-phe-ous?"

Tsukauchi-san looked a little confused when she met his eyes, she looked at the black haired man who the photos had said was her uncle. He looked just as confused, Izumi sighed at that and looked at the blond.

"Morpheous is the god of dreams." The blond answered her quietly, Izumi smiled at the man.

"Oh!" She exclaimed happy with the answer. Turning back to the cat in her lap she says. "You must bring good dreams then."

Tsukauchi-san is sighing again before he drops into the nest beside her, he's holding two plastic cups, one he passes to her.

Izumi sniffs the little opening where she thinks that what's inside will come out and gives a happy hum when she smells hot chocolate.

"Thank you Tsukauchi-san." She chirps before taking a careful sip.

"Can we sit Izumi-chan?" Her uncle asks her, she just nods at him.

He sighs and Izumi wonders why all the adults seem to do that so much.

"Hi, I'm Izumi." She says to them finally, remembering that she should be polite no matter how scared she is.

"Hi Izumi-chan, I'm Hizashi, and this is Shōta." The blond speaks, there is something about his voice that Izumi likes, it's soft and deep, there's something in it though that draws her attention.

"And I'm Tsukauchi." Izumi giggles lightly at the detective trying to make a joke.

With the adults finally sitting more cats come over to investigate their little group, Izumi is beyond happy when a pure white cat lays next to her in a loaf. Quick light fingers find their collar and look at the name.

It's another word she doesn't know, but she still carefully sounds it out. "Se-le-ne." She looks at Hizashi for an answer as to what it means.

"Selene is the goddess of the moon. Looks like the cats are trying to make you sleepy." He tells her, Izumi can't stop the giggle that wants to come out.

Shōta snorts and sighs into his own plastic cup, Izumi kind of wants them to just tell her why they are here, she needs to know what's going to happen to her. But she keeps quiet and pets the fluff that's taking up more of her lap than she has to give.

All of them are quiet, more cats joining them as they sit there. Izumi feels the awkwardness in the air but she's refusing to pay attention to it.

"So, Izumi-chan." Her uncle, Shōta-san starts talking. "I know I asked before if you knew who we were, but can you please tell us what you know?"

Izumi tilts her head to the side and looks at the man through her bangs.

"You are Inko's brother." She tells him simply, turning to face the blond. "You are my dad." Her words are blunt but Izumi believes that she needs to be.

The blond 'Hizashi' she reminds herself, jerks backwards a little and his lips start to wobble.

"Ah, yes." Shōta-san says slowly. "We didn't know about you."

"I know. Inko liked to tell people I was her cousin. She didn't want people asking questions." Izumi tells them. "It's okay if you want to forget about me, I know something is wrong with me."

Hizashi-san jerks backwards again, then he learchs forwards and grabs her hands.

"Nothing is wrong with you." Hizashi-san tells her, his eyes are wet as Izumi meets them. "If I had known I had a daughter I would have been there to take care of you, even though I was still in school when you were born." Tears are falling down Hizashi-san's cheeks.

"Oh." Is all Izumi can get out, Hizashi-san is still holding her hands, but she's lost on what to do.

Shōta-san clears his throat, catching Izumi's attention.

"It's not that we don't want you Izumi-chan, it's that we don't think we can be good guardians." He tells her, and Izumi is a little confused about how that matters.

"What?" She asks as she looks at Tsukauchi-san.

The detective seems to understand what she's asking, his lips are set in a hard line that Izumi has learnt means he's unhappy.

"How Inko and Hisashi treated you wasn't right. Yamada and Aizawa are scared because they are very young to take care of a little girl." Tsukauchi-san tells her, Izumi nods.

"But…" She begins to argue, then stops when she remembers what Sansa-san had told her about how parents are supposed to be. "Oh." She finishes lamely.

Shōta-san sighs, and it sounds a lot like the one Tsukauchi-san when he wants to do something but is scared of the outcome.

"I'm okay with your choice. I mean I don't know how a family is supposed to be, so it's not like I'll miss anything." She tries to soothe the adults, but it doesn't seem to be working as Hizashi-san starts to cry harder.

Izumi doesn't know what to do, but following some instinct she carefully slides out from under the cats and wraps her arms around Hizashi-san's arm that isn't pressed against Shōta-san.

"Please don't cry!" She begs the blond. It seems to make him cry harder so Izumi takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and sings an English song that one of the nice grandma's taught her.

"Listen, children, to a story

That was written long ago

'Bout a kingdom on a mountain

And the valley-folk below."

On the mountain was a treasure,

Buried deep beneath the stone,

And the valley-people swore,

They'd have it for their very own."

Izumi loved singing, this song the grandma had said was a prequirk protest song. Izumi didn't really understand, all she knew was that the words and melody tasted good on her tongue.

"Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend,

Do it in the name of heaven,

You can justify it in the end,

There won't be any trumpets blowing,

Come the judgment day,

On the bloody morning after,

One tin soldier rides away."

The verses of the song tasted sad and angry, it gave the same feeling of a slow burn spice, the kind that sneeks up on you after a few bites of food, but it stays with you even after the meal.

"So the people of the valley,

Sent a message up the hill,

Asking for the buried treasure,

Tons of gold for which they'd kill,

It came an answer from the mountain,

With our brothers we will share,

All the secrets of our mountain,

All the riches buried there."

The choras of the song always tasted like 'giving up' and 'its your own fault' did. It was a flavor Izumi liked but she hardly found anything with the same mixture as this song.

"Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend,

Do it in the name of heaven,

You can justify it in the end,

There won't be any trumpets blowing,

Come the judgment day,

On the bloody morning after,

One tin soldier rides away."

Coming to the last verse of the song Izumi finally notices the arm she's hugging has stopped shaking, but she doesn't care, she wants to finish her song.

"Now the valley cried with anger,

"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!",

And they killed the mountain-people,

So they won their just reward,

Now they stood beside the treasure,

On the mountain, dark and red,

Turned the stone and looked beneath it,

"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend,

Do it in the name of heaven,

You can justify it in the end,

There won't be any trumpets blowing,

Come the judgment day,

On the bloody morning after,

One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend,

Do it in the name of heaven,

You can justify it in the end,

There won't be any trumpets blowing,

Come the judgment day,

On the bloody morning after,

One tin soldier rides away."

She lets the last nite of her song fade, and cracks her eyes just enough to have the men's expressions.

#dadmic #dadzawa #blue tongue #female midoriya izuku #tsukauchi naomasa #bnha #boku no hero academia #chapter4

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underworldobsessed · 3 years

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Can I Get Through? ll Bo-Katan Week Day 6 Bo-Katan and Korkie

Title: Can I Get Through? Rating: T Ship: None Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Korkie Kryze, Satine Kryze (Mentioned), Obi-Wan Kenobi (Mentioned) Series: This Life is Mine (Bo-Katan Week 2021) Summary: Not long after finding one another, Bo-Katan leads Korkie through the battle torn streets of Sundari as they searched for a secret pathway Satine had taught Korkie about in a way in and out of the palace. If they find this, they may have a chance to succeed and reclaim Mandalore. However, the remains of those loyal to Maul still roam the streets and will do anything to stop the two of them from accomplishing their goal. ll Bo-Katan Week Day 6 Bo-Katan and Korkie Author’s note: The missed chance of seeing Bo and Korkie together for more than three seconds will bother me through the end of time. I love the idea of Bo-Katan being a protective Aunt to Korkie, so I hope you guys enjoy! And maybe we'll get lucky and in Season 3 of The Mandalorian, we'll see Korkie.

Tagging: @bokatanweek

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Finding Korkie after her sister’s death was definitely difficult, but standing with her nephew as they worked to reclaim and rebuild Mandalore was worth the time it took. He had an understanding of how the Mandalore her sister had built that she did not, which allowed them to go places pretty well unnoticed. Unlike her sister, he wasn’t afraid to defend himself if necessary, which meant she didn’t always have to look out for him.

But it didn’t mean she didn’t do it anyway. He was her last tie to her sister after all, he was family.

They slipped through the destroyed streets of Sundari, the battle between Death Watch and those loyal to Satine left the city scarred and damaged. She knew that she would be up to the task of rebuilding if she could only get her hands on the dark saber and take down Maul. From beside her, she heard Korkie let out a shuddering breath and she stopped to look at him. Her heart broke when she saw that he was staring at a slightly burned poster of Satine, the words on it lost but it was meaningful all the same.

“It’s okay to mourn her loss, Korkie.” Bo walked up behind her nephew and placed a hand on his shoulder. “If this is too hard for you, we can turn back and do this another day.” Her sister would have forgone her vow of pacifism and killed her if she had forced Korkie to do this when he wasn’t ready. While it had been some time since Satine’s death, she knew the boy had taken it harder than he let on. After all, he had learned after her death that the woman he had always called auntie was actually his mother, and so he mourned her not just as a nephew, but as a son as well.

“No, we have to continue forward.” His words were slightly cold towards her and Bo nodded, continuing on. She knew that somewhere, deep inside Korkie, he still blamed her for being a part of Death Watch and leading to the moment that Satine was killed. And truth be told, she couldn’t blame him. She still blamed herself as well, for not being there for Satine, for joining Death Watch, and for not trying to dissuade Pre from using Maul in the first place.

The two of them continued on in relative silence, neither speaking as they looked through the rubble for a hidden entrance that Korkie mentioned existing near here which was supposed to be an exit for an escape tunnel from the palace. This could be their key to get in and finally get ready to launch the attack that they had been planning since her sister’s death.

The sound of a blaster being pulled out caught Bo’s attention and she immediately pulled her own out in turn. “Korkie, get down!” She pushed him out of the way and stood in front of him as the blaster fire rang out. She shot back, making sure every since shot counted. There were only two men against her and she was able to take them down with relative ease.

“We need to move,” Bo grabbed Korkie’s arm and took off back towards their ship. The sighting of the guards was a good thing, it meant that they were close to that underground entrance. Unfortunately, being attacked meant word would spread of their attempt, meaning they might have to rework their strategy a bit and they definitely would have to retreat right now.

Her heart hammered in her ears as she ducked through alleyways and stayed out of sight to get back to their ship. If anything happened to Korkie because of her, she would never forgive herself. Thankfully, their trip back to the ship managed to remain uneventful, avoiding the soldiers from Death Watch as they got onto the ship and started the flight back to their base.

Once autopilot was engaged, Bo stood from the captain’s seat and went to go check on a few things when she heard Korkie’s concerned voice.

“Auntie Bo… you’re bleeding.”

She reached and touched her side, feeling her hand grow sticky with her blood. How had she gone so long without realizing that she had been hit with Blaster Fire. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, her head spun from blood loss and she felt her body start to crash to the ground. They had hit one of the points where her armor was not, dealing a lot of damage to her.

She felt arms wrap around her to try and catch her as she fell, and Korkie led her to her bed, laying her down. Her vision swam and she could feel her eyes flutter. Maybe she could just rest a little bit… Korkie was a fine pilot and he could land her ship once they got to the Nite Owl base.

“You need to stay awake.” Korkie sounded like he was underwater, but she forced her eyes open to try and appease him, despite how tired she was. “Auntie, where’s the medkit here? You need medical attention.”

Medkit? Where did she keep those again? It was so hard to think and focus when she was so tired.

“In the cockpit,” Her words slurred slightly “There’s a locker there where I keep medical supplies.”

She was certain he said something, but she couldn’t hear him, just saw his lips move as he got up and ran out of the room. He was so much like her sister. She smiled at the thought and felt her eyes start to drift closed again. Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for her to get a little bit of sleep. She was certain that Korkie would understand…

When she next opened her eyes, she almost didn’t recognize her surroundings. It took her a minute to realize that she was in the Nite Owl base, in their medcenter. She jolted up, gasping in pain as she held at her side, wrapped in bandages. “Haar’chak!” The curse slipped through her lips, not realizing that she wasn’t alone in the room. Korkie, who had been sitting in a seat beside her bed, jolted at the sound of her curse and stared at her.

“Auntie Bo, you’re awake.” She could see the relief on his face when her eyes opened. “I was… you were so badly hurt, Auntie. I did what I could but, you… I was so worried about you. The medical staff here was working on you for a while.” His eyes filled with tears and she moved to wipe the tears from his face. She could tell he was weighing what he was going to say next, and she didn’t want him to worry.

“You did a good job, Korkie.” She reassured him, brushing a finger against his cheek. No one besides Korkie, and before her death, Satine, had seen her be this gentle, this loving. She wasn’t heartless like many thought, but she wanted to keep her emotions below the surface. “I’ll be fine, thanks to you.”

“But you almost weren’t,” Her heart broke and she adjusted to sit up, carefully this time so as to not aggravate her injury. “I came back with the medkit and you were unconscious. I thought… you” Bo felt the burn of tears in her own eyes, knowing what was coming next. “I saw Buir in your place. You’re my last… you’re all the family I’ve got left. If I lost you, I’d be alone..”

“You wouldn’t be alone, Korkie.” Bo tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t looking at her. “Ad’ika,” He looked up finally at the affectionate nickname that she directed towards him. “You’re not going to be alone, not just because you have my owls, but… I’m pretty certain your father is still alive.”

She couldn’t be certain, but rumors were hard to ignore from her Nite Owls, who may have seen a man who looked like General Kenobi, alive, before the purge, and his name was on the most wanted list… It had to mean that he was alive somewhere. She just didn’t know where. She would search for him, for Korkie’s sake.

“No I-I…” Korkie’s breath hitched and he took his Aunt’s hand. “Ba’vodu… I don’t know my father. I may have met Obi-Wan Kenobi, once? Maybe twice? You’re my family. He’s my buir, of course, but he’s not really… I don’t know him. I know you and I know the Nite Owls. This place is my home and my family… I don’t want to lose you.”

Bo’s heart broke, and she looked away for a moment. She didn’t think her loss would have affected him like this. She had assumed that he still blamed her for Satine’s death, but they were family, and it was more important than anything. Family and clan.

“You won’t lose me, Korkie.” She tried to reassure him. “If you worry that much, I promise I will be more careful. I don’t want you to worry about me anymore.” She knew Satine also wouldn’t want her son to worry about Bo either, to not have any worries. She would want them standing together, as a family. So standing together she would ensure they would.

“I will always worry about you, Ba’vodu. Mother would want me to.” Korkie mumbled “She would want me to make sure you were okay. Perhaps… we can look out for each other.”

Bo gave him a smile, before allowing her eyes to close again. She remembered when her sister would look out for her when they were younger, and she would look out for Satine in her own way after she left Mandalore. Perhaps it was time she had someone to look out for, and someone to look out for her in turn.

“I’d like that.”

#Bo-Katan Kryze #Bo Katan Kryze #Bo-Katan #Bo Katan #Korkie Kryze #Jen writes #Bo-Katan week

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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okay since you said someone (I forget the tag, my apologies!) bought you edibles, I’m assuming you have some sort of experience with them, so would you ever be willing to write about getting high/doing edibles with Calum or better yet Cashton? I love your writing so much! xx

ah yes, @calumscalm bought me edibles because she is a doll and i love nadya

i have experience smoking, but i don’t have any experience with edibles, that’s why nadya decided to order some for me lol. but, i have several fics about getting stoned with calum, but i don’t have any with both calum and ashton. so, here you go my dear! i hope smoking with the both of them will do! if not, send in another request about edibles specifically and i’ll write it after i’ve tried them!

here are the calum fics i was talking about: (thin white lies) and today, i saw the whole world, and it was right in front of me (this contains smut!)

A/N: also, warning, this got a lot smuttier than i intended, but hey uh, here we are. there’s no sex but there’s sexual imagery.

“Why are we listening to Kid Cudi?” Ashton asks, his nimble fingers taking the joint from his mate’s grasp. Calum rolls his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa, looking at the dark, curly haired man with absolute annoyance.

“Because why not?” He scoffs, letting his eyes flutter shut as he listens to the remix she had gotten him hooked on.

“There’s two types of music you listen to when you’re stoned,” Ashton comments, wrapping his lips around the roach and inhaling. He feels the smooth smoke coat his mouth and throat, dissipating into his bloodstream before he inhales again, bringing the smoke into his lungs. He sits, holding in the breath before exhaling slowly, feeling the warmth of the buzz weaving into his brain and his eyelids. He repeats his motions, each time experimenting with the way he exhales: the first was through his nose, then letting it drift out his mouth and inhaling the smoke through his nose before letting it out again, then through circular rings. She watches with curiosity, surprised that he was able to French inhale.

“You guys and me,” he finishes his thoughts from minutes before. Calum rolls his eyes again,

“You’re telling me smooth rap with a strong beat that hits your chest is not the music to listen to when you’re stoned?” Calum asks. She stands up from the couch, stretching slightly. Ashton uses his free hand to tap his friend’s ass. She whips her head around, narrowing her eyes at him before smiling,

“Cheeky bastard,” her accent is thick and wraps around the words like Ashton’s lips continue to wrap around the joint. She pushes the coffee table in front of the sofa to the side so she can lay on the plush carpet of Calum’s living room. It’s soft to the touch, caressing the skin of her midsection that her crop top and gym shorts didn’t cover. Her eyes are hazy, looking up at the two men on the sofa in front of her. Ashton’s thighs are covered in gym shorts whilst Calum sports grey sweatpants. Both opt to remain shirtless, the heat of the summer seeping through each crack and crevice of Calum’s house.

“You enjoy it,” Ashton muses, taking one last, long toke before passing the woman on the floor the joint. She sits up, aware of their gazes as she takes the first hit off this specific joint. This one was Calum’s, both Ashton and her’s had already made it around the small group. She tilts her head back, basking in the feeling of warmth that hits the back of her head, heating her cheeks and fading her inhibitions. They watch her throat as it bobs around the breath of smoke, bringing it into her lungs. She opens her mouth, not necessarily exhaling, but letting the smoke escape through her parted lips.

“Eh,” the pitch of her voices raises and Ashton can’t help a deep chuckle that escapes his chest. She lays back again, taking another hit off the spliff in between her fingers. Her chest expands and she knows that they’re shamelessly staring at the movement of her breasts.

“Dogs,” she mutters with a small smile on her face. This catches their attention and their eyes land on her’s. Each set of eyes is ringed with red, glazing over as each and every molecule of THC makes a home in their blood cells. She almost laughs at how stereotypically stoned they look, but laughing takes too much effort, and she’s too stoned to give a shit. She sticks the joint in between her lips before mumbling around it, “If I were to take off my shirt and just lay here in my bralette, would you care?”

The men share a look, as if to say to the other, since when would we ever care and shrug their shoulders in response. Her head lulls to the side, looking at them head on, “Good enough for me.” The joint sits on her lips as she fumbles with the bottom of her shirt, pulling the material over her chest and over her shoulders. She’s careful to not bump the lit end and spill ash over herself. She lifts her back and shoulders to rid herself of the shirt and she lays back down, only clad in small shorts and a PINK bralette.

“Why are you lying on the floor?” Calum asks and she rolls her eyes,

“Why aren’t you lying on the floor?” She challenges. Calum shrugs, again, as if it’s the only response he’s capable to giving to other people’s questions. He slides off the couch, joining her and laying on her right side. He admires the soft tickle of the carpet against his sweat licked skin. He turns his head to Ashton,

“Now, you’re the odd one out, again,” he jokes, referencing Ashton’s music comment from earlier. It’s Ashton turn to roll his eyes, before getting up from the couch and occupying her left side. The three of them lay on the floor, height differences between the men and the woman quite humourous. They lay shirtless, skin damp with perspiration as their heads float away. She takes another hit, inhaling into her lungs nearly straight away with another breath. She holds it again for a few seconds before blowing it out.

“Post Malone?” Ashton nearly groans, his voice a near whine when the music switches.

“Oh my god, mate,” Calum groans in return, “shut up and stop fucking complaining.” Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Ashton mimicking Calum’s mouth movements with a scowl. She just chuckles to herself, inhaling again. The room starts to tilt a little, so she takes another hit and passes it to Calum. Calum grabs it with his right hand, clasping onto her thigh with his left in gratitude. His skin his hot but his rings are ice cold, the platinum freezing marks into her skin, causing the flesh of her thighs to erupt in goosebumps. The heat of her high carries towards her centre as she acknowledges the height of Calum’s hand on her leg. His fingers tickle her inner thigh, barely pressing into the skin. She swallows, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, trying to forget the heat of his touch. She exhales, focusing on the sensations that run through her system.

For a while, the only thing she could smell was the weed, but as Ashton and Calum lay close to her, she can smell their cologne sticking to their skin. Ashton’s cologne is bright, refreshing, contrasting to the heavy smell of the weed. Calum’s cologne seems to mix just right, the smell of cigarettes lingering on his fingers adding to the heaviness and woodsiness of his fragrance. She had laid on the ground, hoping to cool down, but the men’s bodies are almost touching her’s, heating radiating off them like they were on fire. She can feel sweat starting to lick the crevice of her breasts and behind her knees at the sudden increase in body heat. The carpet starts to warm up the longer they lay there, but all of a sudden, she’s too tired to move.

Her mind begins to float, listening to some ‘Rockstar’ remix that Calum had put on the queue after her remix of Kid Cudi’s ‘Day ‘N Nite’. The beat of the song thumps through her chest, off rhythm with the beat of her own heart. Her heart is racing, both with the high and the proximity of the two men. She swallows, letting her eyes flutter open at their silence. She turns to look at Calum, to see if he was still puffing on his joint, which he was. He looks down at her, his brown eyes hazy, pupils blown. She smiles up at him and he doesn’t hesitate to respond. He brings the joint to his lips again, the bracelet around his wrist moving and twinkling in the dim light. The chain matches the longer one that dangles around his neck, laying on top of his tattoos. Her eyes cast down to the black ink etched into his skin, admiring the way the black contrasts, yet blends with his brown skin. The sun had tinted it even darker, the melanin casting his complexion the true brown it was when it was tanned by the sun, almost like the Australian sun he had grown up with.

He notices her zoning out and takes the second to tap her inner thigh, she jumps slightly, the sudden pressure dragging her out of her thoughts. She doesn’t bother to apologise, knowing that Calum had seen her admiring him on multiple occasions, and him returning the favour on more than one occasion as well. He hands her the joint, hearing Ashton huff next to her,

“Greedy prick,” Calum mutters as she just laughs, shaking her head and inhaling again. Her gaze turns to Ashton next, who’s already gazing at her. His green eyes are electric, sharply contrasted against the red staining the whites of his eyes. The dark dye of his hair only adds to the contrast, the green and hazel flecks popping. His complexion doesn’t have the same brown undertone to Calum, but he’s tan just the same. Hairs tickle his broad chest, his arms thick as they cross over his chest, in a relaxed manner. He gives her an earth shattering smile, the scruff forming on his cheeks and jaw only emphasising the whiteness of his teeth.

“No, you just suck at sharing,” Ashton comments, eyes never leaving the woman next to him. If both men were to say they hadn’t at least admired her shape at least once that night, they would’ve been caught in a dead lie. They couldn’t help but notice the curve of her breasts, covered with a lacey patterned bralette. The shade of the fabric went nicely with her skin tone. The black gym shorts she had on left little to the imagination, the curvature and girth of her hips stretching the material. A matching lace print could be seen peeking out the top of her shorts. Her legs looked heavenly, moisturised with lotion and absolutely shining luxuriously under the light. Her hair was splayed out beneath her head, leaving her shoulders and collarbones fully exposed. She hadn’t bothered to take out her hoops before laying down. The light bounces off the reflective metal. Her eyes are the most fucked out of the three of them even though her tolerance was better. When Ashton had gone to pick her up from her apartment, her eyes were already burning with red, glassy to soothe the irritation.

“You done?” She asks, taking one last hit of the joint and passing it to Ashton.

“Hm, not yet.” She feels Calum’s hand trail even further up her thigh and she has to resist coughing out her last toke. She manages to swallow down the cough, keeping the smoke in her lungs and exhaling when she was ready. Ashton’s eyes notice Calum’s hand. He places his own hand on her left thigh and she lets out a shaky breath. Their proximity allows to hear the exhalation over the music still playing from the speaker.

“Definitely, not yet,” Calum murmurs turning on his side. Ashton repeats his motions, reaching above his head and stubbing out the joint that wasn’t nearly finished, but something had caught his attention instead.

And she didn’t mind one fucking bit.

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killervibe · 4 years

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Give and Take

Stargirl fic - Hournite post 1x09

Summary: Beth and Rick debate Henry’s right to a position on the team.

@diorsromantics @azhamdrety

~.~

Beth watched Rick pace from her seat on Mr. Dugan’s leather loft couch. She curled her fingertips into the sleeves of her sweater in an attempt to curb her nail-biting habit, one leg folded under the other. His own hand flexed like he wanted to do something with them.

A nervous tick, Chuck informed her.

She wasn’t looking to know—It wasn’t like Beth was prying for Rick’s tells. Chuck just sort of gave her the information she didn’t know what to do with, as he did with nearly everything. Beth always had questions for her questions, but she was beginning to learn that embracing Dr. Mid-Nite came with accepting too much detail. Still curious, her questioning concern never wavered. Her mind spiralled with thoughts so fast, all the time. She ached to know things.

It was different with Rick. After discovering the truth about his parents’ accident, Beth’s feelings were conflicted about what she had a right to learn so freely about him.

It was just a hand flex.

With a stab of guilt, she tucked Chuck into her backpack.

The chilling realization that the ISA might be cementing a separatist agenda in the space between sewers and pipes under Blue Valley did little to curb the mounting pile of untouched homework. But it was easy to shove that work aside for later when she couldn’t even concentrate, not in this uncomfortable, eerie silence with Rick’s agitated footsteps.

“...Rick.”

“I don’t get it, Beth. I don’t. Are we the JSA or are we the Care Bears?”

He met her gaze when she bit down on her lip, barely suppressing her giggle. He let out such a heavy sigh it was almost a groan.

“No, I’m serious—I wanna know.”

Somehow their conversation shifted from the urban planning books to Courtney’s plan to talk to Henry. She shrugged.

He tugged at the strings of his yellow hoodie and his eyes narrowed at her.

“You’ve been awfully quiet about this. You’re usually doing all the talking.”

“Courtney sees the good in people.”

“—And you?”

Beth’s eyebrows creased together, looking down at her hands. “Courtney said he was confused and that we could help him by showing him what it’s like to have a team. Friends.”

He didn’t answer. Beth swallowed, chancing a glance to find him looking right at her. His eyes were so piercing, she froze in place, unable to do anything but return his gaze, transfixed. Something prickled at the back of her neck. Heat--not a shiver. Mr. Dugan’s garage had good insulation. Her palms itched to reach for her backpack zipper to ask Chuck what this feeling was, how it was caused.

“Beth,” he said quietly, his voice softened as he took another step closer. “You’re not Courtney. I asked about you.”

He took the opposite edge of the couch, his arm leaning against the back of the cushion.

Beth took a deep breath. “Yolanda has a right to be angry and disagree, but I don’t think Courtney is wrong to talk to him.”

“—So you think we should just let Henry work with us as what—community service? Then hope Yolanda comes around?”

“Maybe?”

“Well shit, Beth. Life is more complicated than that.”

“You asked for my opinion,” she snapped. “So don’t swear at me.”

Rick started at her tone.

“Henry is different,” Beth continued, pulling her knees to her chest on the couch. “Henry has been...insensitive since we were little, but he’s also been so close to Cindy Burman. Maybe he knows something is off about his life, but he’s never been offered any alternative. We could be that alternative, Rick.”

“Henry ruined Yolanda’s life. That’s not insensitive. It’s cruel.”

“I know.” Beth groaned, burying her head in her hands. “I know. I don’t know.”

“He’d know everything about you, and I don’t mean what Chuck tells you. I mean every nasty crooked tiny thought flooding through your mind. He’d know about it before you could even process. Who the hell would want that, knowing what he’d done? He’d knock us on our asses after a single disagreement.”

“He’d do that anyway if we let him get groomed by the ISA. We don’t know the whole story.”

“Damnit, Beth.” He smacked his hand hard against the edge of the coffee table. He knew she was right. He knew it. It was an extremely inopportune time, but she felt her smirk coming on anyway.

“I never said that I’d like having him on the JSA if we had to have him.”

Rick let out a sigh, dropping back onto the couch.

“Hey,” Beth said, inching closer. He lolled his head to the side. She grabbed his arm, inspecting the red line through his palm from his hit. “You need to stop doing that. You don’t have super strength all the time, okay? This furniture looks as old as Mr. Dugan’s cars here.”

“Are you mom-ing me?”

“Noooo,” she said, drawing out the syllable. “I’d just hate having to explain to Mr. Dugan that I had to drag you to the hospital for a tetanus shot.”

Rick laughed, pulling his hand away and shaking it out. “I can’t believe you call him Mr. Dugan.”

Beth’s mouth twisted at the thought of the alternative. “I’m not calling him Pat.”

He smiled. “Sure.”

Beth’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, scrolling through texts from her parents. They wanted to know where she was for once. It’s been a while since she sent them hourly updates, it’s possible they’re starting to notice her disappearances are no longer to walk around the giftshops or cafeterias of the hospital.

When she finished typing out a reply to reassure them she’d be coming home soon and sent another stream of texts to Yolanda, Rick picked up one of the abandoned urban planning books.

“I thought you wanted me and Chuck to go through all of those.”

“I changed my mind,” said Rick.

Beth tried not to let her amusement show, throwing a few of them into her own bag to read up on after her homework.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yeah, my parents want me home. You want to come?”

“I think I’ll stay here a bit longer,” he said. “My uncle doesn’t want me home.”

Beth’s face softened, that heat creeping up her neck again. “Okay.”

On second thought, her parents were still on their double shift. It wasn’t like they’d be waiting for her at home. She could stay a bit longer. Instead of making her way down, she pulled out her English lit notes, returning to her spot to go over them a couple of times for that reading comprehension test on Thursday.

Rick shifted to give her some room but didn’t comment on her change of mind.

“...Rick?” she asked, thirty minutes of studying later.

He didn’t take his eyes off his page. “Yeah?”

“We can agree to disagree about Henry,” getting up to go for real this time. “But whatever happens, we stick up for Yolanda. She is JSA and our friend. Henry isn’t. If Henry chooses to be a part of the team, it has to be his own decision, not because Courtney told him we want him here. I think it’s clear we don’t.”

Rick’s eyes flicked above the top spine of the dusty old book. She couldn’t see the rest of his face from her angle standing up by the stairs, but by the glint in his eye, he didn’t look annoyed. Far from it, actually.

“You’re not as naive as I thought, Beth.”

She pulled on the strap of her Champion bag, holding onto her blue helmet tightly, a funny smile spreading across her face. “Thanks, I think.”

“Yeah, it’s a compliment.”

#stargirl #hournite #beth chapel #rick tyler #tkv fic #hournite fic

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demiwonder-a · 4 years

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how do you fly with no wings? // young justice

WHO: Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Tim Drake.

WORD COUNT: 4939 words.

LOCATION: New York City.

GENERAL NOTES: Young Justice is back, baby! Well, they thought they were back. A mission goes awry and Cassie falls and falls hard.

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, guns, mentions of drugs/drug trade, mentions of past injuries.

CASSIE: There was something in the air that Cassie felt settle deep into her bones, none of it good. Her mind whirled with possibilities of what it could possibly mean. The team was back together, officially. It couldn't be them. This was good, right? It had to be good. It felt like there was some dark cloud hanging over her head despite the joy she felt at being back together with her friends once more.

The mission was easy enough. It was supposed to be, at least. Intervening in a drug trade that was to go down between two of the traffickers they had been following. Something for them to ease back into working together once more. Cassie was situated on the top of the building across from the meeting place, ready to spring into action as soon as Tim gave the go ahead. "In position. Is everyone else ready?"

KON: The super's eye peeked open at the sounds of his girlfriend's voice in his ear. He had been lounging atop the building where the meet up was supposed to occur for what felt like hours, just waiting to be given the go ahead to crash through the roof with only a pack of gum to entertain him.

Phones could be tracked, according to Tim. That and he hadn't wanted a ringtone to go off in the middle of an interrogation, which, in Kon's defense, had only happened once so the fact that their fearless leader was still harping on felt a bit unnecessary to begin with.

Either way, he popped another piece of gum in his mouth, humming at the sweet taste of juicy fruit as he pushed his sunglasses further up his nose. "Born ready, babe. I've been stuck up here for forever!" He complained, flicking his ball of foil into the air and turning into sprinkling ash with a quick flash of red, "Tim's the one taking forever, right Bart?" He snickered as he turned the volume down on his com. He'd know when it was time, and even if he didn't, it was always cooler to make a late entrance anyway. It added pizzazz to these things.

TIM + BART: "Cut the Bat-Brat some slack, Slug," The speedster's chipper voice sounded over the link, following gusts of wind and quick electric snaps. Tim had to smile. It felt so familiar, something old that resurfaced after a good dusty coat had been brushed off, still a bit rough in practice and use, but... These guys had been running their hero gig almost longer than Tim had, in the team sense at least. When Tim had left Young Justice to Cassie, it was to distance himself, to protect them from the possible consequences of his presence causing their utter demise. It was still a prevalent memory, the mass of them to be truly honest, amassing in a visceral fear that made his stomach turn every time he thought about it. Kon, Bart, gone and back within the same... No. They're here. You're all here, you're all getting back into the swing of things. Just keep it cool, keep everyone else in line like you were trained to do. You're a Robin, God damnit.

Crouching from his high vantage point, Tim could clearly see all three members of his merry band, whether they knew it or not. The shadow of the concrete around him kept him near invisible, if it wasn't for the glowing white lenses of his mask and the bright flash of red that spread over the new uniform's arms. Fingerstripes, those were Dick's thing... But Tim needed a change. Needed something new for the new Red Robin. The old one... Well, the old one died at the hands of Ra's Al Ghul, when he told himself he'd never be able to get back in the game because of what he'd done, what he was made to do to keep his city and his family and his friends safe. Besides, with his old gear either destroyed or left to ruin, he figured he'd need to do some upgrading regardless.

"You still thinkin', feather-brain?" Another breath of a laugh, shaking his head and glancing in the direction of the speedster. Bart was keeping himself occupied, as always, by playing around with the rusty lightning that haloed every appendage as he ran. Short sprints gave him just enough to practice throwing the thin bolts at the gravel, every strike leaving a blackened mark on the ground, throwing his already wild hair back further over the open top cowl. "You're almost scarin' me with how spooky silent you are. Then again, guess we've just worked with a boss that likes to be a little more commanding-" ZZRP! "... Not that there's anything bad about that, Wondy."

Bringing his arm up out of it's draped cape coverage, Tim glowered at the holographic screen appearing in his field of vision, working on typing in commands on the gauntlet. White lenses narrowed as he worked, a sly smile forming as information flooded the screen. "I'd have thought you all discovered patience while I was off the team. Guess that's what I get for assuming." Remotely, Tim snagged footage from the hidden security cameras outside of the building's loading bay. Without much more than a second to lose, the familiar lights of a transport truck came up on the screen. People or product, didn't matter, that was their cue.

"Transport approaching, East loading bay. Go for Operation Hart Protector. Flash, keep the truck from parking, watch perimeter. Superboy, Wonder Girl, bust in. Keep watch for digital storage, and don't destroy them please and thank you."

CASSIE: A small smile tugged at Cassie's lips even through the ominous cloud she felt darken with every passing moment. There was always a part of her that couldn't help brighten up around her team, her best friends. When Tim had left she had been a bit wary of leading the team herself, not wary in her skills but in everyone not wanting her to lead after having Tim as a leader. She never had trouble finding her voice, making sure it was the loudest and most commanding. Almost on the other side of the spectrum from Tim, cool and calculating while she was loud and commanding.

"Thanks, Bart. I think," Cassie snorted out. "No destroying, you got it." This part was easy, putting herself in the mission mindset. She could push aside the looming gray cloud and the way her stomach was churning, head starting to spin. It was fine. Maybe a trip to Dr. Mid-Nite was due, but she'd keep that to herself for now.

Cassie took to the air, flying towards the loading bay and faltered in the air as her head spun. She quickly righted herself and let out a shaky breath, shaking her head and surging forward to punch in the door. "You're slacking, Superboy!" Cassie quipped despite the words feeling heavy on her tongue. What had just happened?

Didn't matter. She had to keep going.

KON: It wasn't like he wasn't paying attention, he was great at multitasking, after all, but he was almost always more attuned to Cassie's heartbeat than anything else. Most days it thumped solidly in his ear, grounding him when work got overwhelming and comforting him when he caught glimpses of Clark flying across the sky. He figured it was just a super thing, really, because he knew with certainty Clark did the same with Lois and he would bet his last Dr.Pepper Jon did it with Damian. It was nice, knowing that the person you loved most in the world was safe and happy but now his head snapped toward where Cassie's heartbeat was coming from, the falter in its beat making him frown.

Cassie never got nervous. Not even when they faced foes that were far more terrifying than some drug traffickers. It worried him and a part of him wanted to rush over to her but he would never hear the end of it if he did. Not from Tim and certainly not from Cassie herself. She could take care of herself, always had.

He tore through the ceiling with a grin, grabbing one of the few guards by the collar with a quick, "Sup?" Before grabbing onto the man's weapon and tossing it across the warehouse.

"C'mon!" He whined, "Ladies first and all that. I was just being a gentleman." He grinned, winking at her as he tore a strip of metal from a parked van and formed it around the guards wrists in makeshift handcuffs. "You think Robin would buy us some handcuffs or do you think he'd be worried we'd use them for less than PG purposes?" He asked, dropping the man onto the ground as he glanced toward Cassie.

TIM + BART: Bart didn't need to be told to GO twice. He was off running the minute the order was given, a blip on Tim's visual radar as he appeared to just.. Appear in front of the parking truck, leaning against the hood, still humming from an engine that didn't have time to turn off. "Hi, boys. I'm gonna have to ask you to vacate the premises, orders from the boss." A gear shifted, the tires crunched against the pavement. "... Haha, oops." The speedster pushed his hands against the hood, flipping himself onto the trailer in a few quick motions, holding onto the edge for fear of getting flung off. "I don't think they bought it!!" He called out over the engine revving, the vehicle scraping the side of the building as it attempted to throw the hero off.

Tim was still waiting, a looming shadow at his post, listening and watching like a... "You do know I can still hear you all, right?" He sighed, closing down his holographic computer and standing on the edge of his vantage building. May as well get into the fray, he wasn't trained to just sit back. Besides, he'd been doing far too much of that lately. Grapple launcher in hand, the bird leapt into the air and soared for what felt like the first time in forever. Flying was really more Dick's thing, but there was a special kind of feeling in that free fall, the calculations you had to make, to get yourself to safety without hitting the ground or pulling your arm out of its socket. Without another spoken word, or much other thoughts, the red bird swung up to fall near silently through the hole the Super left in the ceiling, crouched and ready to strike.

A loud crash against the wall and a mumbled "Owwie..." In his ear caught his attention first, head whipping over to the wall the noise. "Flash?"

"M'fine," came the grunted reply, Bart pushing himself back up on his knees. "Truck's not parked. In fact, it's way past that."

"Shit."

"Not to worry, Captain, I'm on it." Funny, Tim doesn't recall Bart ever sounding annoyed himself. His scowl deepened even as he tossed batarangs into the onslaught. There were a lot more hostiles than he'd initially thought...

"Hey, Rob, did these guys also have a weapons trade deal? 'Cause it's a little hard to catch up when I'm also being shot at."

Double shit.

CASSIE: Whipping her lasso out, Cassie snapped it out and wrapped it around the nearest man's forearm. She tugged hard and sent him flying back. A smile pulled at her lips and she rolled her eyes at Conner's attempts at flirting in the midst of them taking down the guards. "Definitely not," she tugged her lasso back and kicked out at the guard who was attempting to charge her, sending him crashing into the nearest wall and making him crumple in on himself. Tim came swinging in and it was like something clicked into place despite the persistent bad feeling that had made itself home in her chest.

Of course, that couldn't last. Bart's voice sounded out through the comms and Cassie's heart sunk right down into her stomach. "Shit," she breathed out, trying to think of a solution and quick. "Flash, I'm coming! You two handle this!" She barked out the orders and shot out of the doors that were no longer hanging on the hinges after her hard punch. There was a memory that flashed across Cassie's mind of Bart and his knee, the way Deathstroke had put a bullet in it with no hesitation. She couldn't let him get hurt again. She wouldn't.

The dizziness was back and Cassie felt like she was seconds away from throwing up, but pushed it back. She pushed herself harder and faster, shooting through the air and throwing her lasso to wrap around the exhaust pipe of the truck. A scream tore its way through Cassie as she tugged and tugged hard, lifting the back of the truck up and dragging it backwards. Shots sounded out and Cassie tugged up harder, bullets ripping through the air and bouncing off her bracelets. Pain shot up her arms and spread throughout her body unlike she had felt before, the gas being pressed harder to try to get away from her. The exhaust pipe snapped and Cassie was sent flying back, a surprised yelp leaving her. "Oh no you don't!"

Cassie caught herself in the air and tried to push through the dizzy spell and pain tingling in her entire body. Then something seemed to just snap as she pushed through the air, her body faltering up high in the sky and suddenly dropping down. Cassie scrambled, trying to force her body back up airborne but nothing happened, the dread setting in.

A blood curdling scream escaped Cassie as she yelled out, "CONNER!" She was falling down towards the ground at a rapid speed and unable to stop it.

KON: He smirked, happy at the sight of his girlfriend's lips twitching into a small smile at his antics. He swiftly dealt with another guard, tossing him against a wall and pointedly ignoring the man's loud groan of pain. "Hey, if you didn't want to deal with us you probably shouldn't be doing... whatever it is you're doing here," he said before turning to Tim, "What are they doing here again?"

His head whipped toward Cassie, his eyes following as she punched her way through the metal doors and off toward Bart. "Goddammit," He sighed, turning to Tim, "Does she seem a little off to you? Her heartbeat is going crazy."

He sighed, pulling Tim behind him as a barrage of bullets came through the open door, a large truck screeching to a halt as "What are we supposed to do n-" His words were cut off when he heard, once again, Cassie's heartbeat falter and then, no more than a second later, the terror-laced scream of his name. He glanced at Tim, eyes wide but before the man could say anything he was flying up through the roof once more, dropping Tim onto a different building before he pushed himself toward the sound of the scream.

His heart raced and he swooped down, his heels digging gouges into the street as he skidded right under Cassie, his arms ready to catch her before he was shooting back into the sky with a relieved laugh, his arms pulling her closer to his chest. "What the hell was that, Cass? Are you okay?"

TIM + BART: This was... Too familiar. Too nostalgic. The staff in his hands seemed to transport him back to a time when he was just a teen, a teen in green tights, a little too obsessed with ninjas, given the gruff command to take care of his own team as his predecessors before had done. A near mirror image of the League, the ones stuck to their sides or in their shadows. The wind in his hair as he whirled around, added more to the momentary illusion, and he forgot for a fleeting moment that the four of them had ever been apart. It was clockwork, just as easy as muscle memory...

That was, until things went wrong.

Just their luck, the world gave them a sign that they should've kept to themselves, it seemed. Tim barely had the chance to answer Kon's questions before the scream nearly blew out the speaker in his ear. White eyes went wide with shock, a whispered "Cass-" making it's way out of his throat. It didn't take much more than a shared look of fear to know that his teammate had heard it too, possibly a million times louder than either of them wanted to hear. He was trying to think of a plan, to send Kon off so he could fend off the rest of the hoard himself, to call back Bart and get at least someone on his 6, but his brain doesn't run on super speed, the ground flying away from him faster than he could start to talk again.

"What the hell-?!" Another sentence, reflexive and reactive, and again barely spoken before he was dropped out of the air again. Damn it all. Tim rolled to a kneel again, looking up to see a blurred streak racing off into the horizon, his plans fizzling out like a match in a puddle. They had this, they had this under control and ready to get done. What the hell was going on that he didn't plan for?? He wanted to make a retort, tell the other that he was fine, that he should've just left him there to duke it out, but... He worried. Lips pulled into a tight frown, masked eyes watching the blur fade away, he waited... Listened... Watched. It's what he was good at, right?

Bart skidded to a full stop just behind the capture zone, though his gold, sparking eyes darted from the sky to the road. "Grife, they're gone," He sighed, a gloved hand flicking through the windblown nest of hair, letting it fall into his face. He wasn't about to get another hospital trip out of them coming together again as a team, no sir. Besides, he had the plates, make and model, and gaudy off-white color scheme committed to memory, it wasn't like it was going to be hard to find with a now broken exhaust.

It was a moment of silence from the both of them, just staring at what they could only assume was the super-couple above them. All was quiet until Tim decided it was time to speak up again: "Status report."

CASSIE: There was a certain sense of helplessness as Cassie fell down, down, down. The wind caused her hair to whip past her face, not because of her pushing her body through the sky but from her descent down towards the ground. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears stung at them, so many faces flashing in her mind as the air rushed past her body.

Conner, Bart, Tim. Her team she had let down in a course of action she hadn't even seen coming. Donna and Diana, two Amazons and her sisters she had felt so disconnected from for far too long. She didn't feel a part of the Amazons and entirely too much like a boat floating far out to see. There was Kara and Jon, the two other Kryptonians that had wormed their way into her heart. The anger she had quietly held for Kara despite being able to relate far too deeply. There was a regret in the fact she had been angry with her in a place that had only come from wanting to protect Conner. Her mom. Her mom, who had only wanted to take care of her and was horrified when she decided to become a hero. Her mom who she hadn't talked to in so long and ached for her in this moment. Maybe she was right, Cassie didn't know what she was doing and hadn't in a very long time.

Suddenly, arms were around Cassie and she was shot back up into the air. She let out a startled gasp and her eyes opened, arms scrambling to wrap around Conner's neck tightly. She parted her lips to answer and wasn't even sure what to say. What did happen?

"...I don't know," Cassie whispered weakly, a tear escaping and rolling down her cheek. She wasn't one to fall apart like this, but she had been scared, terrified even. "I was...I've been feeling off lately. Dizzy and just like something wasn't right. I ignored it for awhile, was gonna go visit Dr. Mid-Nite...then I just—" Failed them. She failed them and the mission. Their first mission back as a team and she had ruined it.

"I was flying after the truck and it was like someone tugged the power chord on my powers. I just...fell. I couldn't make myself fly no matter how hard I tried. If I had to guess I probably can't even make a dent in a door I punch. I'm...useless. I don't have any powers." The reality came crashing down on Cassie swift and fast. She didn't have any powers. She had had powers for so long now, was one of the heavy hitters on the team alongside Conner. What good was she without them?

Tim's voice crackled to life in the comms unit and Cassie's response was half hearted—monotone at best. "I'm fine." She didn't feel it. Not in the slightest.

KON: She was safe, here in his arms with her heartbeat fluttering wildly and her voice breaking. He looked down at her and his teeth dug into his bottom lip as his fingers squeezed a little tighter only to ease up again in an instant. His flight wavering as his brows stitched together in concern.

There had never been a time that he could remember that he had been scared to hurt her, but now as he looked into her eyes and saw the vulnerability shining there he had to take a deep breath just to collect himself. He shifted her weight into one arm and brushed away the stray tear as best as he could, his lips pursing as they continued to flow. He landed them on the ground and glanced around, a small dry chuckle bubbling past his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. They were farther out than he had anticipated, somewhere upstate from the look of it. He had been so terrified, so panicked in the moment that he hadn't even realised how fast they were flying. His only thought had been getting her away as quickly as possible but now he felt guilty. Bart needed him, he had left Tim on a random roof, his need to protect her so strong that he hadn't given a second thought to abandoning the team, his best friends.

They could have been captured, they could have been hurt, they could have been killed.

He took a shuddering breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he reached blindly for Cassie's hand and cradled it in his own. He needed to focus on her right now. Bart and Tim were smart and capable and probably already tracking them.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, hating how just a few weeks earlier she had asked him the same question. When did they start keeping secrets? Lying by commission? That wasn't them, was it?

"You are not-" he huffed, snatching the comm from his ear and pinching it between his fingers until he heard a satisfying crunch. "Look, we'll figure it out, Tim will- I don't know, do Tim things and we'll fix it, okay? Don't cry," he said pulling her into a hug, "I hate when you cry."

TIM + BART: No visual, they disappeared... That wasn't too odd in a normal sense, but this wasn't a normal mission. He knew they were out there at least, knew they were still alive. He wished that was all the assurance he needed. Cassie wasn't fine, and Kon wouldn't be fine unless she was. Something had gone terribly wrong here. Possibilities flooded his head, nearly blocking out the mental work he'd already put in that he'd take on solo to try finishing what the four of them had started. Maybe it was easier that way, anyways-

Nope. Fuck. Stop that, you promised you'd stop that. You're fine. Just breathe.

A deep grumble sounded at the back of his throat when he pulled up his screen again, typing quick commands to try and find the pair... And noticed he could only see one dot on his radar. Damn it. Damn it all. "Well, at least he won't get to whine about calling it off."

"Yeah, he can get pretty whiney, huh?" Without a second to spare, it seemed, the yellow-clad speedster had come up to flank the vigilante, his eyes slightly glowing from the sparks that threatened to take his vision for the moment. "I don't think he'll be doin' much of that now, though."

“What happened?" Tim asked, concern filtering through the gruff mask he attempted to put on his voice.

"She just..." Lost, confused, worried, the speedster looked back up at the sky. "She just kinda' fell."

The two shared a moment of silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. If Tim wasn't trying to figure it all out at once, he'd have to laugh at the fact that this was probably the longest time Bart had ever stayed quiet. Deep down, Bart knew it too, but he was stuck in place, rooted, grounded, frozen. All words he never wanted to be. But... What could either of them really do? No one had the full story, least of all Cassie, they were sure.

"... Head back home, Bart," Tim eventually sighed, closing down the holograph screen, turning his head at the familiar sound of an engine on the streets below. Hello, old faithful. "Get some rest. I'll send a report when I can." Walking, not running, Tim dropped off the edge of the roof and onto the waiting top of the Redbird, waiting until he was actually in the old car to lean back and... 'Relax'. To say he had a bad feeling would be rhetorical.

And Bart only watched, still at a loss for words. Did he really want to go 'home' tonight? It felt like he shouldn't, he should let the two of them be alone as much as they could. Maybe he should leave a note, send them a text, maybe he should go to the Garricks or his old place he shared with M-... No no, don't do that, Allen. With the feeling of tears threatening to take his eyes, the speedster set a sort of concentrated scowl on his face at the horizon line. Without another second to lose, he was gone in a flash, taking off to no destination in particular. There were no problems while he ran free, there wasn't anything he had to worry about if he just kept going.

He'd be back tomorrow anyways, always smiling, always happy.

CASSIE: Conner was trying, but all Cassie could feel was a never ending sense of dread and disappointment. She hated letting them down, had been afraid of it for so long even. Back when she was the leader of the team that was a constant fear. For as confident as she was, she truly had lost all faith and confidence in herself steadily over time. She saw Diana, even Donna, and didn't know where she fit into the picture. They were Amazons through and through, but she...she wasn't. She could pretend all she wanted, but she was just some girl who happened to be part god and was only ever gifted these powers by her deadbeat of a grandfather who just so happened to be Zeus.

Why didn't you tell me? The question was enough to make Cassie grimace and flinch the tiniest bit. She had told Scott, breaking down in a similar fashion in the man's new home on Genosha that something was wrong with her. She hadn't said anything to anyone else, almost afraid if she uttered any more about it that something would happen. Little did she know, she was doomed regardless.

"I didn't mean to...I was scared. I thought something was wrong and I was afraid if I talked about it then there would actually be something wrong with me. How am I supposed to explain that? I can't explain it other than I had a terrifying gut feeling that there was something absolutely fucking wrong with me." Cassie sighed weakly and scrubbed at her eyes tiredly, she felt completely drained. Whether it was from the loss of powers or just...emotionally being completely destroyed was up for debate. The lasso at her hip felt entirely too heavy and she wanted to rip it apart, throw it away with her bracelets and never look at either again.

"Yeah. We'll figure it out." Cassie parroted halfheartedly at best. She had a feeling that they wouldn't. That she would be...stuck like this and wouldn't be needed. By anyone. "Let's just...can you take us home, please?" She requested quietly, moving to wrap her arms around Conner's neck once more as his arms moved around her. The wind in her hair and the clouds in the sky were a far different experience when someone was carrying her rather than her flying through them herself. Her head fell to Conner's shoulder and she squeezed shut tightly. They'd figure it out. They had to. Right? Right. (She hoped so at least. She didn't know what she'd do if she was stuck like this forever. She could only hope and try not to let that diminish for now.)

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