#if you don't want him right after he's been all commanding and cocky like this what is wrong with you

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One / Part Two (You are Here) / Part Three 

A03

Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition. 

Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place. 

Black eye, bruised chin, split lip. 

More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck. 

 The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.

Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital. 

Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten. 

He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled. 

(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but. 

He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.) 

"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen. 

Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.

Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair. 

Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."

"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.

"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants." 

Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him. 

Would Harrington pitch a fit? 

Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did? 

Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper. 

Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life? 

Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it. 

Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.

"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--" 

Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out." 

"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.  

"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.

The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying. 

"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.

He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness. 

"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone." 

A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box. 

How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…

He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home. 

"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope. 

He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet. 

There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand. 

Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list. 

Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."

Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that." 

The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."

'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'

Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."

"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face. 

He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him. 

He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.

 "You'll check up on Robin too, right?"  He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?" 

"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."

Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.

Another act that was far beyond the kid's years. 

A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.

(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)

A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.

"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.

No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.

Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here. 

He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder. 

Several somethings, in fact. 

"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck. 

"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick. 

Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie. 

An unfair advantage, really. 

‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly. 

Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.

"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie. 

Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.

Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting. 

"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie." 

Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.

 "What do you mean Si--Wayne." 

"Nice catch.”  Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.” 

It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.

Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much. 

Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither. 

Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.

"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat." 

"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"

Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked. 

He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?" 

"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret. 

"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt." 

Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle. 

"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end." 

Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink. 

"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?" 

"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.

Judged.

Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when  he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be. 

Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless. 

"Anybody else?" He asked. 

"Nobody human." Steve replied. 

"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that. 

He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.

"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?" 

Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency,  I'd be happy to." 

He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through. 

The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation. 

With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus.  "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER." 

All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword  home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it. 

Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair." 

The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound. 

Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble. 

"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.

Steve blinked. "Uh…" 

"You take any today son?" 

Steve his head. 

"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack. 

Course he hadn't. 

"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.

Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in. 

He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once. 

#hands on knees #this is gonna have more than three parts fffffff #FAIR WARNING I do jump between Wayne and Eddie’s pov in this. #Everything Ive written so far while in parts for tumblr would basically be chapter 1 on A03 #Eddies POV change would be chapter two #Ugh Im gonna have to put this on A03. Dammit brain. #also I updated this very fast for me #no one get excited Idk the brain is doing #steddie #beat to shit Steve Harrington #wayne pov #outsider pov #wayne as a BAMF #I tried to get to the part where Eddie shows up but it just got too long for a tumblr post #pre steddie #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #tw injuries #0o0 fanfics #stranger things

[yawnderu]

A/N: We made it to 3k less than a month after I reached 2k followers 🥺<3!!

I was genuinely not expecting this when I first made my account, but so far I've gotten so much support and I've met so many lovely people. I'm always reading your comments and reblogs, you mfs are hilarious JFEHJBFEHJB💕Onto the nasty sinful monkey sex now.

Synopsis: tired of working a dead-end job with no rewards, your childhood best friend offers you a job at his company, promising the stress levels are minimal and the pay is good. You accept with no second thoughts, not realizing you were tricked into becoming a stress relief toy for his men.

CW: humiliation, hard sex, gangbang, double vaginal, triple penetration, unsafe sex, creampie, 14 vs 1, cum swallowing, bukkake, spit kink, cockdrunk reader, deepthroat, handjobs, size kink, watersports.

Being a commander who saw his soldiers as family, Graves knew he always had to watch out for his men, reward them for their hard work and loyalty, and what better way to do that than with a sweet little thing like you? Their own personal stress relief toy, who was tricked into taking a job at the Shadow Company, yet so willing to please. So eager.

"You're enjoying this more than you should." He's teasing you, of course, yet his cocky expression does nothing to help the pooling warmth on your stomach. One of the shadows is sitting behind you, gloved hands hooked under your knees to keep your legs open while Graves grinded his clothed boner on your bare cunt, the fabric feeling almost painful if it wasn't for how wet you are.

"Maybe I am." You manage to reply, barely able to speak between whiny moans and soft gasps, his cock rubbing in all the right places, but the stimulation wasn't enough. No, he had been teasing you like this for the past 20 minutes, making his men watch as you became a putty mess in his hand. The shadows were men of discipline and self-control, keeping their hands folded politely behind their backs, ignoring their painful, throbbing cocks until their commander allowed them to use their brand new chew toy.

"I want you to know," He began, hand slipping under your chin firmly to force you to look up at him, hard cock rubbing faster up and down your cunt, pressing into you harder. "That I ain't playin' with you, Stray. My men will do anythin' I tell them to. Last chance to pull out." He warned and you shook your head no, his cocky smile growing even wider as his other hand went to squeeze your tit, looking for any signs of discomfort and much to his delight, seeing none.

"I can take it." The words are more of a reassurance to yourself, gaze drifting around the room and counting the men inside. 14, including Graves. You swallow thickly, nervous eyes drifting back to Graves, who simply raises an eyebrow in return, waiting for you to realize just how fucked up you are if you don't pull out.

"I can take it." You repeat, slowly believing the words more and more. He simply smiles and ruffles your hair affectionately, the same way he always did growing up.

"Attagirl." He pulled away from you and you can see the satisfaction in his eyes, knowing you'll do a good job for him. He nods to his men and they quickly get to work, hands groping you all over, long fingers entering your cunt roughly to the point you're becoming nothing but a whiny, whimpering mess. They're rough and impatient, your wrists being grabbed and forced onto their hard cocks until you're willingly jerking them off, hands barely able to wrap around their thick lengths. It's intimidating, yet so hot to be locked in a room full of hormonal, pent-up military men.

"On your knees." One of them commands, yet you're forced on your knees before you can even try to get up. Four cocks are in front of you and you begin sucking with no hesitation, eyes closing as you give into your role at the company. Your lips wrap around one of them, slowly taking him deeper until he gets too impatient and forces your head down to the base, the gagging noises your throat lets out simply making it feel better.

"Good girl." You don't even know who's praising you, but it's enough to give you the encouragement you needed, starting to bob your head up and down until you're pulled off the cock, a new one being shoved down your throat. They're using you— you know it, and you're letting them. You get passed around, tasting and sucking on different dicks while your hands keep themselves busy, deep moans and groans coming from above you. They get too impatient quick, the man you recognize as Oz wrapping his fingers on your hair, pulling on it until you willingly get up, throwing you into bed and opening your legs wide with brutal force. You look down, eyes widening as you see just jow thick he is.

"You said you could take it, ain't that right?" He uses your words against you, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your folds, your head dropping back as a moan escapes your lips. That's all he needs for confirmation, hands firmly holding the curve of your waist before he buries his cock to the hilt in one thrust. A pained moan escapes your lips, eyebrows furrowing as your nails dig into his arm— the pretty, long acrylic nails Graves paid for earlier that day.

"Shit... S‐slow down, asshole." The way you struggle to take him is almost cute, a cocky smirk pulling on his lips as he shakes his head no once, holding onto you tighter while he slams in and out of you. You don't have much room to complain before another cock is being shoved into your face, your lips willingly wrapping around the tip, hollowing your cheeks while your tongue circles all over it. Your whiny moans are muffled as you slowly begin to suck more and more, the pleasure of being groped all over and being fucked good slowly getting rid of any hints of regret you may have.

"Fucking slut." Oz says, hand coming up to gently pinch and pull on your nipples while he fucks into you faster. All you can do is nod, tears dotting your eyelashes at the mix of pain and pleasure, using the cock in your mouth to cover up the embarrassing sounds escaping you from being a used like a whore. Your body is manhandled into another position, a different shadow underneath you who wastes no time on fucking into your cunt, filling you just as much as Oz was. Your hands are kept busy jerking off more cocks while your mouth is put into good use again, muffling the moan of protest that threatens to escape when you feel the tip of a dick teasing the entrance of your ass.

"Wait—" You manage to speak when the shadow takes his cock out of your throat to give you time to breathe, only to be interrupted by your throat being forced open again. You close your eyes tightly, trying your best to relax, the folds of your tight hole slowly being eased, the man is being surprisingly gentle for someone who holds so much power over you.

"Good girl." He praises softly, voice deep with desire, yet holding so much care. His hand gently caresses your ass as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust before his hands rest on your waist, pulling you up and down his cock, the thin layer of skin diving your ass and cunt making the pleasure even greater. It doesn't take much before you're willingly slamming your hips down, moving in your own pace and fucking yourself into the big cocks inside you like a greedy whore, too eager to wait.

"Lovely girl, ain't she?" You can recognize Grave's voice, choosing to ignore it for now as you simply focus on feeling good. It doesn't take long until the men are taking turns with you, wet cunt leaking everywhere, yet none of them seem to care. You wince as you feel a second cock on the entrance of your pussy, nervous, yet eager to please. You don't even have to lift your head to know whose cock it is— fucking Phillip Graves. The man who got you into this situation on the first place... which you're now glad happened.

He's surprisingly gentle as he squeezes his cock into your airtight hole, the pain of the stretch only being overpowered by the feeling of a cock slamming back into your throat, nose hitting dark, curly pubes every single time the masked man makes you deepthroat him. Your whiny moans are mixed in with the lewd, wet sounds of your holes being used and abused. You lost count of how many times you were filled, mind too hazy from all the overstimulation, yet you can register the door closing behind them, leaving you alone with Graves.

''Attagirl.'' He praises, his hand running down the length of your sweaty hair as his soft cock settles into your cum-stained lips, half-lidded eyes looking up at him with curiosity. Your mouth is suddenly filled with a warm liquid and you swallow without thinking about it, eyes closing once he's done pissing into your slutty mouth. He slowly pulls out, putting his cock back in his pants and admiring the mess his men did of your body, covered in cum and small bruises from their strong hold when they were fucking you.

''I got another job for ya. Ever heard of the 141?''

#shadow company x fem!reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #shadow company x reader #shadow company #shadow company moose #phillip graves #cod graves #graves cod #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #phillip graves x reader #oz x reader #cod oz #mw2 oz #mw2 smut #mw2 x reader #mw2 2022 #mw2 fanfic #cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 x reader #mw2 x you

[thelov3lybookworm]

Weeping Heart (part 2)

Part 1

Summary: An unexpected visitor arrives.

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A/n: here you go children, my lil shawarmas. have fun 😉

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The cold wind bit at Y/n's cheeks, and she had to wonder whether even all of the world's warm clothes would be able to ward off the cold that had seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her bones.

"Woah, look at you. I thought it was some beast coming out of your tent."

Y/n rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore that remark from her second in command, Herb. She did agree with him though. She did look like a bear, with the thick blanket she had thrown around herself over her jacket, under which she wore her armour and her clothes.

She walked up to her mare, preparing her for their trip to a nearby small town. The small party that had left from the palace on this mission included about a dozen soldiers who were all too happy to follow Y/n into the freezing hell, and they were camped just a mile away from the border of the town that harboured their next target.

The rumours of rebellion Y/n had left to inspect had been just that. Rumours. But it had taken a whole month to make sure that no one got any ideas. And after that it had just been travelling to every village and city on the way back and spying on all the people and their families who had helped Madoc.

It had been a long time since Y/n had last seen her best friend, and a part of her was glad, even if her heart hated her for running away.

Before leaving, Y/n made sure to inform Jude to keep giving her such missions, to keep sending letters if there were more such quests to ensure she could stay away and keep whatever was left of her heart intact.

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side-"

Y/n was glaring at the handsome male before he could finish his sentence. He lifted his hands in a I'm a harmless little man gesture, the grin on his face wide and carefree.

Y/n turned back to her mare- one she had named Toad one drunken night- and continued to stroke her mane with a brush.

Herb came to stand on her side, stroking Toad's nose as he began humming a tune. Y/n put away the brush in favour of smoothing her hand down Toad's body, lost in thought.

"Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you. We received a letter this morning from the Queen."

Y/n stilled, then resumed stroking the mare. "Oh?"

She felt him nod. "It has not been opened, though the men are dying to know if we get to return."

Y/n hummed, turning away from Toad to begin her walk back to her tent to discard the extra layers she had put on. And then she would lead her best soldiers to the village and get into positions as planned before.

Easy and simple.

Later she would want to laugh at her assumptions.

Herb, of course, followed her, but thankfully he kept his big fat mouth shut until right before Y/n's tent came into view.

"Oh, and also, someone is here to meet you."

Y/n glanced back at the fae, his skin the lightest shade of green, so light it was barely noticeable. His beady, completely black eyes shone in the early morning light as she rose a brow at him.

"Are you sure you are not loosing your memories? You should see a healer." He shrugged, his smile unwavering. "Who is this someone?"

Y/n turned back to look forward, and she got the answer to the question before Herb could answer.

There, standing right outside the flaps to her tent, was... him.

"The high king."

Y/n stopped midstride, her eyes trained on the male who looked around, rubbing his hands together for warmth before his onyx eyes met hers. He smiled his signature, careless and cocky smile.

"Herb?" He hummed happily, and Y/n's eyes narrowed just a little, and she whispered her next words only loud enough for Herb to hear. "You better hide and pray that I don't skin you alive."

Y/n began walking again, an after a moment, she heard the unmistakable sound of feet running over crunching snow, fading gradually to signal that Herb was not dumb enough to ignore her warning.

Good for him.

If only he had been smart enough to give her vital information before disaster struck, he would have had a higher position in the army.

Y/n ignored the warm feeling spreading through her chest at the sight of the grinning male, and walked right past him, nodding her head towards the tent for him to follow.

She saw his smile drop from her peripherals, but knew he followed nonetheless.

Y/n sighed internally.

It's going to be a long day.

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[sebastianwallows]

Ok I saw Sebastian and Ominis with the mummy kink, I’m switching it round now, Seb and Ominis with f!mc and they separately want her to call them daddy 😂🥵

Headcannons for Sebastian and Ominis with a daddy kink

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader; Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

Warnings - 18+ smut, daddy kink,

A/N - Yes, I had TWO requests for this so here we go

Ominis

he is a professional at being commanding in bed

so the first time he hears the term 'daddy' fall from your lips he gets a smug look on his face

"what was that? why don't you say it again for me?'

when you do he tells you that you're such a good little girl

he also tells you that good little girls get on their knees to make daddy feel good too

he gives you instructions, speaking softly to you about where to put your tongue on him exactly where he likes it

he loves the feeling of you having your face buried against him, his sack resting against your cheeks and your tongue probing at his entrance

he loves asking you if you feel naughty after doing such things

he likes to humiliate you by asking you to undress and telling him as you're taking off each article of clothing

he makes you get on the bed for him so he can inspect you to be sure you aren't lying

he runs his hands over every naked part of you, stopping when he gets to your dripping cunt to ask you why you could possibly be so wet

non-sexual things would include him taking you into his lap every day and asking you to tell daddy about your day

he likes to find quilts and pillows with patterns that you like to bring you as he presents especially if he's been traveling

Sebastian

absolutely a cocky bastard the second you call him daddy

he likes to look right into your eyes when you're saying it to him

loves to put his fingers in your mouth and tell you it's to make sure daddy's cock is going to fit

loves to find reasons to punish you and bend you over his knee to spank you

then of course he scolds you for leaking all over him while he leaves welts on your bottom

he makes you beg him to pull his cock out

and then he has you undress him, gingerly undoing all of his bottoms while he teases you with his hands all over you body

huge fan of leaving hickies and bites all over you to remind you who you belong to

non-sexual things include giving you lots of soft kisses for aftercare, especially the places on your body where he was rough on

adores having you jump into his arms, greeting him by calling him daddy

he likes having you sit in his lap while he holds you with one arm and a book with another, reading stories to you

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt smut #ominis #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow smut #ominis smut #ominis gaunt headcannons #sebastian sallow headcannon #ominis gaunt headcanon #hogwarts legacy headcannon #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x reader

[bluegalaxygirl]

Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P5

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language and Violence.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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The morning sun hits your eyes making you groan, rolling over you go to put your arm around one of your boys only to remember where you are and what happened yesterday. Your headache is gone leaving your mind a bit clearer but your chest still hurts, you can't tell if its emotional or physical though. Sitting up you notice Nami and Robin sleeping in the other bed meaning it's very early, Sanji's most likely up by now and the thought of talking to him pops into your head. You know you need too and now would be the best time since you'll both be busy today with docking at a new island this afternoon. Getting up you get dresses and wash your face cleaning off yesterdays tears all while trying to be quiet in order not to wake up the two girls, this time also gives you a chance to think over everything and hopefully get your head and heart in the right place before talking to Sanji and Zoro. A lot of what Percy said yesterday rang true, starting off with Sanji you know he flirts with every woman he see's and its never bothered you because you know the reason behind it, he wants to make every girl feel happy and some times a compliment or a smile can easily do that. It does scare you that a woman will flirt back and try to get him in bed or something, thats the part that hurts but you've seen it happen and how Sanji reacts. He'll still be nice to that woman but tone it down and either take your hand or start complimenting you as well and if Zoro is there the swordsman will drag the cook away even if he's in the middle of a conversation.

When it comes to Nami and Robin you have no problem with Sanji taking care of them since you know for a fact the two aren't interested in him in any way and wouldn't hurt you. You love the girls, and they deserve so much after everything they've both been through, the heart eyes, swaying over and getting what they need is Sanji's way of showing them how much he cares, of course the cook does it to you some times, it's not as often anymore so Percy wouldn't have seen that. Sanji doesn't always greet you like the other girls instead you get kisses, hugs and those soft loving eyes, your heart melts just thinking about them. Thinking back to the other day when Robin was doing Percy's hair Sanji did complement your work, yes he praised Robin more than you but the black haired woman is so skilled at that job and plus, you don't need praise when he looks at you with such love, the way his thumb ran over your cheek makes you swoon. Then there's Zoro, yes he's quiet and aloof, he doesn't show affection around anyone outside the crew but thats because he doesn't like strangers looking, Percy is a stranger so of course he won't see the way Zoro holds you and Sanji or hear his cocky and teasing comments. The swordsman is more than happy to hold and kiss you with the crew around since he trusts them and knows they won't judge your relationship unlike outsiders. As for the faking being unable to navigate is something you should have laughed at, there's no way Zoro fakes getting lost, you know he can't read a map and even if he could be would still get lost, there's no way he's faking it just to go off with some random woman that he doesn't know or trust.

When Zoro trains with your snakes you do sit and watch if you have the time but yesterday you were behind on jobs so even though it was training day you deiced to do the garden. Of course Zoro wanted you to stay and watch mainly, so he can show off, but he isn't pushy unless your in danger, if you need to do something he might complain about it, but he'll let you go. Percy didn't wait to see what the swordsman does after, Zoro will bring your snake back and if your tired he'll carry you to take a nap with him or bring you to the kitchen, he won't let you walk. He'll tell you all about the training and how amazing your ability is while thanking you and showering you in hugs and kisses, Zoro doesn't take advantage of you and has never hurt your snake on purpose. You mentally kick yourself for even thinking they would cheat on you, what Percy said was false and your sure to have a stern word with him later about it, your kind and understanding but you won't let some stranger who hardly knows your boys to insult them and comment on your relationship but first you need to apologise to Sanji, Zoro, Nami and Robin for all the trouble and hopefully clear things up. Looking back at the girls still sleeping you give them a smile before heading out the door making sure to close it quietly. The morning sun feels great on your skin bringing you a sense of happiness while walking across the deck to the kitchen "Miss Y/n" You stop in your tracks hearing Percy running up to you, taking in a breath you calm yourself before having to talk to him.

Turning your cross your arms over your chest while looking over the worried young man "I'm so sorry about yesterday, i didn't mean to upset you with all my questions, i was just curious" The young man bows while panicking a little, yes the questions bothered you but what he said about your boys bothered you more. You want to scold him, but he's been through hell and your worried yelling or being too harsh will make him scared of you, when you don't answer Percy looks away from you starting to become shy "I really am sorry, you were so kind to me and i… I was rude, not only with asking you all those questions but also commenting on two people i hardly know" The young man takes a step closer to you while taking in a deep breath "I was worried" Raising an eyebrow at him you wait for him to continue wondering why he would be worried about you or your relationship, rubbing the back of his head Percy looks down at the floor "Your really kind and understanding, i don't want anyone to take advantage of that. My mother did that to my farther so i.. I feel a little protective over people like you. I know i hardly know the two but i can't help seeing what i see. I could be wrong and misunderstand their actions so i'm sorry for stepping out of place" You can't help but stare as he rambles on, its true Percy has no idea what Sanji and Zoro are like, but he seems to realize that. There is a part of you that feels off about this though, he apologised yet still thinks he's right about what he said.

Pushing all of that away for now you might as well just take his apology so you can talk to Sanji before the rest of the crew wakes up "I appreciate you trying to look out for me but their nothing like your mother, they don't take advantage of me, and they would never cheat on me, i think its best if you don't comment any further" You state turning your back to him starting to head up the stairs only for him to grab your hand, anger boils up in you as you yank your hand away, turning to face the young man your ready to yell at him but stop when seeing him flinch while his hand blocks his face. Your heart breaks seeing him like this, Did he think you were going to hit him? your angry yes, but you wouldn't hurt him unless he attacked you "I-I'm sorry, i'm not going to hurt you, i just… I won't hurt you" You sigh stepping down the stair and taking his hand lightly in yours, he flinches again at your touch but relaxes when you pull his hand down from his face to give it a light pat "I'm a little angry that you would jump to conclusions about them, you've only just met them, you know nothing about them. I think its best if you stay away from me and my boys for a while, until everything calms down and emotions aren't as high" Patting his shoulder you head back up the stairs leaving Percy to stand there and think. You don't feel like he's a bad person, his past seems to have a big hold on him and how he see's other relationships. You know Sanji and Zoro will be mad after you tell them about what happened so warning Percy beforehand to stay away will hopefully make things easier for everyone.

Walking into the kitchen your happy to see only two people, Brook at the table drinking his morning tea and Sanji in the kitchen, the bags under his eyes means he didn't sleep well last night or maybe not at all. It seems he didn't notice you walk in since he's so focused on the food he's frying up, the unlit cigarette in his mouth dangling almost falling out, you can't tell if its because he's tired or if his mind is else where. Brook gives you a wave before pointing to the door secretly asking if he should go, not wanting to cause a scene you shake your head while giving him a smile, the skeleton nods in response going back to drinking his tea. Walking around the counter you manage to get the cook's attention "Sanji-" Your cut off when the blonde's head shoots your way starting at you in shock, then happiness and then finally panic as he quickly turns off the stove and throws his cigarette away to give you his full attention. "My love i'm so sorr-" Sanji gulps taking a few steps to meet you only for your arms to wrap around his neck pulling the blonde into you for a hug "No, i'm sorry, none of this is your fault" You whisper hoping to calm him down and keep the conversation between the two of you, relaxing into you Sanji wraps his arms around your waist while burring his head into your neck "I'm sorry for all the trouble i caused yesterday, i promise I'll explain later when its just the three of us. None of this is yours or Zoro's fault" You sigh stroking his hair as his hold tightens not wanting to let you go, the cook's chest still hurts at your actions but mainly because he's worried, with what Nami said, how your snake acted and your refusal to see them at all let him know you were beyond upset.

After a while of holding you close confirming to himself that you are actually here and in his arms and not a figment of his imagination, Sanji pulls away to look at you but keeps his arms around your waist. Smiling up at him you run your hands from the back of his neck to his cheeks cupping them while rubbing his soft skin with your thumbs. "Are you alright my love? are you hurt? Did you eat last night? Do you need anything?" The blonde whispers placing his forehead against yours, sighing you know he's worried but the constant questions bring you back to yesterday making you tense up a bit "I'm sorry my love" Sanji pulls away unsure of what made you tense up all of a sudden, trying to relax you wrap your arms around his neck again placing your head in his neck "I can't take constant questions at the moment, my minds still a little… could i have some tea?" You ask pulling away hoping it will help you wake up and calm down, nodding Sanji gives you a smile while placing a kiss on your forehead that you lean into "Of course my love" letting you go the cook rushes off to make you some tea while you lean against the counter looking down at the pan on the stove, before you know it a cup of tea is placed next to you as the blonde's hand runs up your side "Would you like some?" Nodding at his question the cook places a kiss on your cheek, turning the heat back on Sanji gets back to cooking a smile on his face now instead of that gloomy look. "Mind if i stay here?" You ask picking up your cup of tea and blowing on it.

The cook happily nods glad that your wanting to be around him, it also conforms that your not mad or upset with him like he thought last night. Putting a plate down next to you Sanji places another kiss on your forehead missing your touch, rubbing his arm you lean into it also missing his touch "I love you" You whisper once he pulls away, cupping your face the blonde gives you those loving soft eyes that makes your heart melt immediately healing any and all heart ache from last night "I love you too, Mi amour" Sanji whispers back but doesn't make a move to kiss you in case you don't want that, putting your cup down you hold his hands to your face enjoying his warm and soft hands before leaning closer placing a kiss on his lips. The cook relaxes into the kiss while humming in delight his thumbs caressing your cheeks, pulling away you both linger close to each other for a while before separating fully so you can eat and Sanji can get back to cooking. More and More of the crew arrive and soon even Percy joins mainly being dragged in my Luffy and Usopp who are both excited about the island their docking at later today, although you don't know if its inhabited or not yet. The door to the kitchen opens once more raveling a very tired Zoro who's still in his sleeping bottoms, running a hand through his messy hair and yawning the swordsman heads into the kitchen area hoping for some coffee but stops in his tracks when noticing you leaning against the counter looking him over. The swordsman gulps looking from you to the cook hoping to find out if it's ok to approach or not.

The look of slight panic and confusion is clear on his face so you push off the counter and step over to him "I'm sorry Zo" You whisper wrapping your arms around his neck, Zoro instantly latches onto you wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly into him "Fuck baby, you had me worried. What the hell happened?" Despite his sigh of relief to have you in his arms the swordsman was still tense, holding him just as tight you run your hand into his hair while placing a kiss on his neck "I'm sorry i worried you but I'll explain later, When its just us three alone. You and Sanji didn't do anything wrong, i just needed time to get my head in the right place" You whisper pulling away to place a hand on his cheek, looking closely at his face you can see he had a restless night. Zoro leans into your touch while keeping a tight hold around your waist not wanting you to pull away from him "I understand that you needed time but don't worry us like that. I love you baby" Smiling at his words you lean in and lightly kiss his lips "I love you too, Zoro" You whisper back against his lips before kissing them again, the swordsman smiles into the kiss while kissing back finally relaxing his body. Sanji smiles at the two of you while putting a cup of coffee down and plate of food "Come on, before it gets cold" The cook comments with a small laugh, pulling away you kiss his lips a few times before trying to pull away but his hold stays tight around you "Let me hold you… just a little longer" Its rare for the swordsman to beg especially with the crew present.

It catches you off guard making you stand there and stare at him for a minute, but he doesn't let go, snapping out of your shock a sigh escapes your lips but your smile remains giving him a nod. Backing you up to the counter Zoro refuses to let go of you for even a second, one hand tightly around you while the other grabs his coffee "Thanks" The swordsman smirks at the cook who nods leaning over to lightly kiss the man before getting back to cooking. The three of you relax listening to the crew at the table all talking, laughing and eating, on occasions Sanji will walk over to deliver more food or fill up cups, as time went by the cook started looking at the clock making you slightly nervous "What's wrong?" You ask with your arms around Zoro who's holding you tightly with both arms, his chin resting on your shoulder to look over the crew behind you. Sanji sighs turning the stove off and whipping his hands "Nami and Robin aren't up yet, It's not a problem its just…. We're approaching an island soon, and we need Nami for that, i want to go and wake them but i also.. Don't want to leave you" The blonde steps closer placing his hand on your cheek, taking his hand you place a kiss on his palm "I'll be here when you get back, i'm not going anywhere. Plus waking up to you is a treat" You smirk seeing the cook start to blush at your words making you giggle, Sanji wipes his nose as a bit of blood trickles out before kissing your cheek "Your too sweet my love" The cook smiles while starting to make some tea and food for the girls.

You were too distracted with the cook to feel the eyes on you but Zoro noticed, looking over your shoulder the swordsman's eyes land on Percy sitting in between Usopp and Chopper who where talking loudly but the young man just sits there his eyes on you and your interaction with the cook. It didn't bother Zoro too much since it looks like the young man was just staring off into space with a blank expression, his mind most likely else where but that changed when the cook kissed you. A slight growl leaves the swordsman's lips as Percy's jaw clenches, his eyes narrow and nostrils flair clearly pisses, as Sanji walks away from you the young man glares at the cook his hands gripping the knife on the table. Zoro tenses while releasing you from his hold ready to jump in if need be, the world around him goes quiet unable to hear your concern at his sudden action. The swordsman's eyes are fixed on Percy who slowly starts to relax while letting go of the knife and turning his attention to the group talking around him. "Zoro?" You ask concerned placing a hand on his chest trying to push him off you, the swordsman finally snaps out of his predatory gaze to look down at you seeing the position he's put you in. His hands gripping the counter either side of you the muscles in his arms tight locking in place, his heaving chest presses up against you pinning you to the counter to the point where your hips dig into the edge making it more uncomfortable. His angry energy making you gulp as he looms over you but his eyes widen in shock before stepping back "Sorry baby" Zoro panics his white knuckled hands releasing the counter.

Sanji walks over placing the try of drinks and food down he was going to give to the girls before noticing what was going on "What is wrong with you?" The cook asks with a mix of concern and anger, looking over at the cook Zoro takes another step back only for you to grab his hand, you couldn't see what the swordsman was looking at but something clearly got his blood thirsty attention, the look on his face before scared you a little since you've only seen it a hand full of times, usually ending up with someone dead. "I'm sorry, I'll tell you later" Zoro sighs his eyes going back to Percy who's laughing and joking with the crew like nothing happened, Sanji raises his eyebrow while looking at the table. You do the same but quickly look back wondering if it was Percy who upset Zoro, did the swordsman figure out it was him who made you upset or was it something else? "Try to calm down. I'll be back soon" Sanji pats the green haired man on the shoulder before picking up the tray and making his way out of the kitchen, Zoro nods leaning against the counter while keeping an eye on the table. He wanted to follow the cook, make sure nothing happens, but he also doesn't want to leave you so for now he'll watch the young man and if he makes a move to leave the swordsman will have no problem stopping him one way or the other. Rubbing Zoro's arm you lean close to him hoping to calm him down, the swordsman starts to relax but doesn't take his eye of the table, your happy that at least he's no longer looking to kill. Wrapping your arms around his waist you bury your head in his neck giving it a kiss as his arm moves around your waist the other tapping on the counter.

#one piece #imagine #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zosan x reader #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #sanji #straw hat pirates #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #op zosan #one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #blackleg sanji #zoro x sanji x reader #zoro roronoa #sanji vinsmoke #sanji one piece

[xxresi-rotxx]

Vampire Leon pt 2

Disclaimer:: This is not proof-read, but I really wanted to get something out and get myself writing again and I've been thinking of continuing my Leon vampire series so here we are! I love all of you so much who read my stories and interact w/ my blog <3 I'm always down for conversation, ideas, and fics to read so always feel free to reach out<3 Much love xx

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Leon had never felt the feeling he was experiencing right now.

You came to his defense. You cared enough, for a monster man you barely spoke to, to cause what Leon would only describe as a scene amongst your other coworkers.

Were you just a caring person? Would you have done that for anyone?

He kind of doubted it, not that you weren't caring, but he's never heard you do that for anyone else; and if you did, he would have heard it.

He needed to find out more about you.

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You were sitting at your desk, head in your hands, replaying the whole scenario. You groaned and let your head sink a little further.

You didn't regret standing up for Leon, hell you couldn't have stopped yourself if you tried. But mouthing off to agents who ranked higher than you was never a good idea. You could only imagine what the repercussions would be.

Not like your job could get any worse though. You were stuck monitoring over rookie agents who were either too cocky or too cautious to ever get a mission worthwhile; making your job as dull as could be.

You wondered what agent helped Leon while he was in the field. Was the agent nice to him? After your interaction this afternoon you couldn't help but wonder if everyone treated him that way.

Maybe you should have sought him out. Tried a little harder to be more accessible. He probably could have used a friend given his situation. Then again, the thought of him thinking you were only interested in him because of his newfound condition made your gut wretch. Maybe things were better the way they were.

"Hey Wesson," you looked up at the man in your doorway only to roll your eyes a second later.

"That's not my name Doug."

"Commander wants ya", he said, giving you a quick wink as he walked away.

You sighed as you pushed your chair away from your desk, bracing yourself for whatever bullshit you were about to encounter.

The walk down to the commander's office wasn't a long walk, after all the whole organization you worked for was on the smaller side, but it did mean walking past the room you told your fellow agents off in earlier.

Peaking your head in you were pleased to find it empty, maybe for once they listened.

Reaching your commander's door, you knocked the back of your hand against the wooden frame three times before hearing the familiar gruff voice greet you.

"Enter agent"

The second you opened the door you could have sworn all of the oxygen left the room.

Standing to the left of your commander's desk was Leon.

Black tee shirt, cargo pants, and more guns than you thought were necessary seeing as he wasn't in the field, but him nonetheless.

"Are you going to come in agent, or would you like another minute?"

Fuck.

How long did you just stand there?!

You shut the door and entered the room fully, moving to stand in front of your commander's desk.

"I have a special task for you agent." Your commander started, before Leon promptly cut in.

"Sir," his voice sounds the same, you noted, "I think we already have our answer."

"Don't mind Wesson Leon, I already told you that wouldn't be a concern."

Wesson. Couldn't that damn nickname die already?

"Wesson?" Leon's voice trailed off at the end, his eyes switching their interest from your commander to you.

"The gun I carry." You said answering his unasked question without thinking.

Fuck. You always did speak before you were supposed to. While your commander might have minded, thankfully it looked like Leon did not.

"You don't carry a Beretta?" The standard for all of the other agents.

"I don't."

You could have sworn you saw the corners of Leon's mouth twitch up into a slight smile.

"Hence the nickname, she gave us all hell until we let her have her Smith & Wesson, seems fitting still." Your commander added.

You turned your attention back to your commander now, feeling too jittery not knowing what he called you here for, and why Leon was a part of it.

"What can I do for you sir?"

"It's come to my attention that Leon hasn't had an agent assigned to him for quite some time."

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm assigning you to be that agent."

The room fell silent, surely there was more to this than just that?

"Dismissed Wes, you too Leon."

"Sir," Leon nodded before brushing past you and moving to open the door.

You nodded as well, turning to see Leon holding the door still waiting for you to exit.

Not a second after the door was closed Leon spoke up.

"You can get yourself reassigned; it won't affect your position-"

"Reassigned?"

"It's okay really, most people tend to be scare-"

"Scared?" you finished for him, "of what?"

"Me," he responded, his face set in a way you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

You laughed, a quick loud laugh that you wished stayed in your mouth but unfortunately made it through.

"I'm not scared of you Agent Kennedy."

"It's Leon, and your reaction upon seeing me would say otherwise."

Oh right, being frozen in the doorway. Good going dumbass.

"I was scared I hurt you," Leon's brows furrowed into a look of pure confusion, "I had an incident earlier today and well, I thought maybe the commander had gotten you involved and," you trailed off realizing if you went much further you'd have to elaborate on your incident, and you really didn't wanna do that.

"It doesn't matter, I just thought I had caught you up in something that I shouldn't have. But being afraid of you?" You made an effort to emphasize to Leon that you were looking him up & down. "I'm afraid you aren't as intimidating as you seem Leon."

Your point Would have been easier to make had he not been equipped with so many firearms, but you were pretty sure you got your point across nonetheless.

Leon's answering smirk told you enough.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #re6 leon #re6 #re6 leon kennedy #vampire leon kennedy #vampire #vampire x reader #vampire leon x reader #vampire leon #leon simp #resident evil leon kennedy #resirot #leon kennedy fic #vampire leon kennedy fic #thanks for reading #leon kennedy simp

[nyahchan]

A bet with Poseidon

TW: Poseidon x fem! Reader (18+), breeding kink

Part 1

:readmore: (SEE IT DOESN'T WORK FOR ME)

You had angered the Trident of the sea, Poseidon, your husband, it's all your fault,Poseidon is perfect as he claims to be, but you had to go out of your way and argue with him, in the heat of the moment, you said things that angered his wrath, his ego, his pride.

"You are my wife, you will obey me,this dress is far too provocative for you to wear at the party, my brother, zeus will be gawking at you, I do not want other men staring at what is mine, I am your husband and god, you shall obey my command, that is final" the god says coldly, his mere presence is enough to make people tremble with fear, fall on their knees and beg for mercy, and you , his wife, had the nerve to talk back at him, to taunt him, to mock him "what husband? What god? You haven't even gotten me pregnant yet, even after all this time, you're incapable of doing something so simple" you snark at him, instant regret in your eyes as you see Poseidon glaring at you with a gaze strong enough to kill someone,you have already triggered his wrath by saying something in the heat of the moment, but what can you do? You didn't particularly want kids but it was quite surprising you still didn't get pregnant after all the love making that happens almost every night, your body is capable of getting pregnant so it means that he's the one incapable of impregnating you "I dare you to repeat that" Poseidon said with his cold and angered gaze, cold sweat forms on your temple and you come up with a idiotic plan, you somehow had the nerve of underestimating Poseidon of all people "l-lets make a bet! If you can get me pregnant tonight, I'll be a good little obedient wife, I'll even wear a collar which says 'Poseidon's property'" you snark "but if I don't get pregnant after tonight, you let me do whatever I want" you look at him mischievously, being married to Poseidon sure made you cocky over time, you were a mere human who died and was brought here and you and Poseidon fell in love after a long time, maybe your cockiness stems from that fact, the fact that you were able to tame the prideful god of the sea "You.will regret this I promise" he said in return.

And he was absolutely right, you didn't know what was going on any more, babbling incoherent whines, moans and cries as you told him "s'too much", overstimulated as hell, how long has it been? 4 hours? You realized all this time Poseidon was always holding himself back as even after death, you're still a human and gods have much bigger cocks and bigger stamina than that,a frail woman like you would split in half if he used all his strength, even now, he's still holding himself back a bit, but even then, it was too much, so much more than what you were used to from him, he was breeding you senseless, you hurt his pride a lot back there, and you certainly regret it now, the room is filled with your pathetic cries and the sound of Poseidon's cock ramming in and out of your pussy, you deserved this... And you also could tell you definitely will lose this bet, perhaps you already did.. You've been stuffed with his seed twice already, you wonder how long he'll keep going

#record of ragnorak #ror #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #smut #ror poseidon #poseidon x reader #Poseidon x reader smut

[captain-mj]

WEREBEAR KÖNIG, WEREBEAR KÖNIG, WEREBEAR KÖNIG

First of all thank you for indulging my König x Ghost brainworms. SECOND, I loved it. The implication that König has been heavily collared and probably controlled in the past. *Mwah* good shit. Ghost going feral when he shifts? I need to know more! König and Ghost fully shifted encounter when? I think their dynamic here has a lot of potential.

If you are up for another part I will stay away from your teeth for now, but they are on thin ice.

I’ve thought about this more and I’m prepared!!

Part 1

König was cautious for a while. Being stripped of his mask by Ghost had caught him off guard. He felt weird about it. Not quite as angry as he should be honestly. More just... flustered and embarrassed. Ghost had immediately looked at his scars.

König had at one point started to consider himself handsome. It took him ages honestly, he had just joined the army and bulked up a little instead of being as skinny as a twig. Finally eating properly probably helped.

Then the scars happened. The ones across his face at the very least came from the battlefield. While he definitely thought they were ugly, hideous, nothing like Horangi's or Stilleto's, he didn't hate them quite as much as the ones around his throat. Shame filled him.

He honestly wanted to head back to KorTac. This was only temporary after all, but he needed to stay a bit longer. They were partnering with SpecGru for the time being which means he had to be here... With the angry, scary.... kinda hot lieutenant.

König blushed, wondering where that came. Yes, Ghost was tall. Not König height, but tall enough that he didn't feel like he had to back up and look down to speak to him. Ghost was also so commanding. Broad shouldered and willing to put whoever and whatever in their place. It was admirable. König wished he had that confidence.

One thing they had in common though was the unearthly silence they both had. With Ghost, it felt right. He was The Ghost. A Specter more than a Man. When König snuck up on his teammates or appeared out of nowhere, it was creepy. Off-putting. Where Ghost could lean in that, his whole persona hinging on it, König couldn't. Instead he just freaked people out and got called out for sneaking up on them.

König did not like training very much, Yes, he was well aware he needed to and he did regularly, but he didn't like it. And today, something in the air felt wrong.

He told himself it was just his anxiety again, but it didn't feel like he was being stared at. The air itself had a charge to it. König hesitated and considered just leaving. If anyone asked him why he was leaving before touching a single machine, he'd claim he suddenly remembered a meeting he had to go to. Yeah. That made sense. He could...

Ghost moved to spar. The hoodie he wore over his clothing fell to the floor with a thump, leaving him in an short sleeved shirt. König didn't recognize the other person, so not 141 and not KorTac. Maybe some recruit? Or another person like him from a different group? He didn't know.

They sized each other up. The other person looked very, very determined, but that was how most people looked when sparring with Ghost. König wasn't sure why because Ghost was willing to spar anyone if asked. Just no one was brave enough to ask half the time.

"Need me to go easy on you? Don't really learn if its just me tossing you around." Anyone else and König would've rolled his eyes and chalked it up to him being cocky. But with Ghost, it was just true. He was extremely adept at fighting and sparring was pointless if it was just getting your ass handed to you.

König decided to watch. As did half the room.

"For the first round. Need to warm up." Their voice was deep. König tried to guess his accent, but nothing really came to mind.

They were off. The stranger mostly went with quick jabs and tried their best to avoid Ghost. It wasn't the worst strategy, but Ghost had an impressive amount of stamina for his size, so it wasn't the most effective either.

König noticed someone recording and he thought that was odd. Some people recorded their workouts but this was sparring and it didn’t seem like Ghost to allow it. He shrugged it off. What was the saying? Not my circus, not my monkeys?

Ghost took the person down and they bounced right back up. “How did you do that exactly?”

König crossed his arms. Were they… flirting? Gross. Ghost didn’t pick up on it, instead actually instructing them on exactly how.

König noticed seconds before Ghost did.

The recruit grabbed the back of his mask and yanked.

There was a list of reasons this was bad. Besides the fact that Ghost had broken someone’s arm for touching him before (he insisted it was an accident but didn’t apologize) and could be downright evil in his cruelty with people he interrogated, it was also just mean. Why would someone want to do that? Ghost could be a hardass but never without reason. He was never mean without reason. He was cold and distant but König had a feeling that had little to do with his actual personality.

Of course every one was curious about his face. No one got to see it.

Before the cloth had moved an inch, Ghost shredded his clothing with his shift. People started screaming and fleeing, most of them having intimate knowledge of the fact that Wolf Ghost and Human Ghost were very different creatures.

König decided to stop this before there was a casualty. If he took a second to walk forward, he’d blame it on surprise.

The stranger currently had one of the ropes of the arena in front of them as Ghost frantically tried to get to them through it. Ghost hadn’t had time to think, to busy trying to go right for the throat.

König slammed into his side, sending him skidding across the floor. He stood up and quickly realized his mistake.

Ghost was big. It made sense. Big human equals big animal. But he looked more like the direwolves his omi would tell him than the wolves he had seen on missions.

Ghost had intense black fur and he stalked around König, snarling. But König didn’t think he looked angry. No, he looked scared. It made sense. Wolves were not supposed to be alone and not only did Ghost probably feel alone, this person had just cruelly tricked him.

“Simon.” König tried to reason. Someone was yelling about tranquilizers and he immediately grimaced. “No, just all of you leave.”

Ghost threw himself at König, teeth bared. König quickly tried to dodge, watching those giant dripping fangs almost graze him. He panted softly, backing up.

Ghost stalked forward, standing defensively when König simply stepped forward as well. He knew if he shifted, he could more easily pin Ghost down BUT an equal amount of pettiness for getting yelled at and worry they’d both end up tranqued and with giant headaches later kept him from doing so.

König snapped his fingers and Ghost’s attention fell on his hand. He spoke calmly to the stranger. “Go. Quietly. But keep close by. I’m sure Captain Price will be happy to hear of this.” The confidence he usually got on missions kept him steady.

Ghost glared at him. Bright brown eyes That struck fear into people’s hearts. That appeared from the shadows and dragged the soul to the ferryman personally.

Right now, he looked like a nervous puppy.

König softened a tad, now that everyone was gone he took off his hood slowly and then his jacket, glad he went with a zip up one. They had the room and no one else would come in until one of them gave the all clear. Its why they paired them up.

“You’re not feral.” He spoke softly. “Just spooked. Like a horse. Shifting has never been pleasant for you, has it?”

If Ghost could understand him was still up for debate. But clearly something agitated him because he was trying to get to König’s throat again. Killing bite, fast and efficient.

König finally shifted and they wrestled with each other. He knew normally, Ghost could beat his ass. Hell, if he was a bit more sound, he probably could with both of them shifted. But as is, Ghost couldn’t strategize and König could. Its how he ended up with Ghost on his back, König’s teeth around his throat, careful not to sink in, and his paw on Ghost’s surprisingly soft feeling tummy.

They sat there a while. König able to feel the pulse through his teeth.

It slowed once he realized König wasn’t killing him. He tried to wiggle away but König applied more pressure to his paw and he stilled.

Ghost melted back to a person. It was… shockingly graceful considering how he had acted. König suddenly dwarfed him. He pulled back slowly, ignoring the copious amounts of drool on Ghost’s throat.

Oh.

Ghost was pretty.

He had a strong nose, soft lips and a lot more hair than König had been expecting. It looked bleached and slightly curly, maybe wavy was better. Like König, he had scars. Glasgows along with a few on his cheek that connected to a slice on his ear. König wondered if he had been able to pay attention, if he would’ve seen the chunk from his ear in wolf form too.

Ghost stared at him. Both of them were half naked, bodies aching from unexpected shifts. Ghost also looked lost. Something soft in his eyes. König was careful not to look down, both of them remaining eye contact as is making sure neither broke that rule.

His eyes seemed to freeze over as he came back to himself. “Fucking bastard. Ill eat him alive, shifted or not.” He grimaced as he moved and König wanted to ask how long it had been. Ghost kept himself under wraps pretty well but tons of people snuck out too shift occasionally. Let out steam.

Ghost’s mask had been torn to shreds in the shift. “Fucking hell.”

König didn’t let himself think. He dropped the sniper hood over Ghost. “I had been wearing a neck gaiter in case the hood got too hot. Ill wear that.”

Ghost looked up at him and the word pitiful came to mind. König didn’t like it. “Thank you, König.” He pulled on the hoodie he had dropped before going into the ring. His pants were half shredded but he pulled those on anyway. It would have to do until they got to their room.

König also pulled on his half shredded clothing to follow him.

He wondered if Ghost would join him on a night out if he asked.

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[allicat0]

Tell me you need me

♡ summary: its been a month of fighting against the first order, Poe misses you and needs to let go of some built up tension.

♡ content: MDNI!, afab reader, smut, domination, praise, degradation, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, big dick, dominant Poe, submissive reader.

A/N: I’ve been obsessing over Dameron lately and needed to write some good smut

Being ranked top pilot in the starfighters is a big responsibility, though it’s also the cause of his large ego. Many would say Poe thinks too highly of himself, cocky, arrogant, and that one day he was going to be knocked off his pedestal, but he worked for that position, the title commander doesn’t come without effort. The split second decisions that he was forced to make in the midst of battle weren’t easy and most of the time crucial, for not just him, but for the rest of his squad, and for the resistance. Stress came with the job, it was inevitable, though this month was like no other, frustration was high and patience was low. No breaks, no relaxation, having no room to let go of all of this built up irritation and decompress, but also no time to release himself in others. . pleasures.

This last month, Poe has wanted nothing more than to pump a large load onto his fellow pilot’s face. He couldn’t get his mind off of her, not after the last time. The way she looked up at him. .god his mind couldn't shake the thought. Her pure eyes looking up at him through her lashes as she rested down on her knees for him, and only him. The moment his squadron arrived back from their expedition, his check in with Leia was brief as he was determined to get back to his cordors, to finally get a moment to himself.

You were thrilled to hear that the Black squadron was back from their expedition, it's been awhile since they’ve been home and you were eager to see Poe once again. It didn’t take long until you arrived outside of Poe’s room, you hesitated. Your hand stopped right before you placed a knock on his door. What was stopping you? What was making you so nervous? It hasn’t been that long since you saw him, so what was making you so anxious? As you were about to knock, the door slid open, your eyes met him almost instantly. You watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Dameron?” His name leaving your mouth caused him to clench his jaw, the way you said his name, it drove him utterly insane. Even if there was no sexual intent behind it, it made the hairs on his arms stick up. Poe was quick to grip your arm, dragging you inside his room, hearing as the door to his room closed behind you, it left the two of you alone with each other's company.

There was silence for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart thumping against your chest. You found your eyes staring down by his feet rather than his eyes, not bringing yourself to look up at him. You could feel him looking down at you, his eyes were drilling into the top of your skull. As he lets go of your arm, his hand slowly makes its way up, pushing your hair behind your ear, allowing your face to be more visible for him. “Why won’t you look at me?” Poe let out in a soft whisper.

Your breath hitched, not a single word in reply to his question. Poe placed his index finger under your chin lifting your head up to look into his eyes directly. “Darling, please look at me.” he pleaded to you. Your eyes finally lock with his and a smug smirk spread across his face. Poe leaned close to your ear, and began kissing along your jaw. “This last month” he inhaled deeply “has been so . . fucking hard, being away from you.” his kisses starting to trail along your neck.

“Dameron i-” he quickly cut you off “don’t say my name like that darling or I won't be able to stop myself” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a chill against your spine. “Don't,” You said bluntly. Poe pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Don’t stop.” You said looking up at him, giving him those eyes. . the eyes he couldn’t say no to, the eyes that got him here in the first place.

There was a pause for a moment, the two of you collecting your thoughts, before he finally leaned down pressing his lips against yours. His hands entangle through your hair holding your head in place. You let out a soft moan against his mouth from the sudden impact, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. It doesn’t last long before his tongue slips through the seam of your lips, tongues swirling with one another before he sucks on yours, parting away from you. Poe’s hands release your hair and travel down your sides halting at your hips pulling you closer. Lips smashing with one another once more. It wasn’t something you could explain but his touch was addicting and you couldn’t get enough. He was your own personal drug.

You break free of the kiss, a trail of saliva breaking at your departure, leaving the two of you to catch your breath in the process. Poe was eager, he wanted more, he didn’t want it to end. Moving into another kiss his lips stop before yours, lips brushing against each other. “Tell me you need me. .” Poe pleaded softly to you. “Tell me that you need me. . and I’ll be yours. .” His words sunk deep into your core, causing you to bite the bottom of your lip giving it a second thought. You wanted him, there was no denying these feelings. You wanted him and him alone. You nod your head answering his pleas, but he was unsatisfied and shook his head “ No baby, I need you to use your words.”

Pausing for just a moment, you work up the courage to give in to your desires “I need you ” You say “need me to what?” He retaliates quickly. “To touch me.” That's all he needed to hear, and in one swift motion he dragged you over to his cot, hands still placed against your hips. He pulls at the bottom of your tank top signalling you do put your arms up and that you did. Poe pulled your tank top over your head exposing your bare chest, your nipples stiffen from the cold brushing against them. He quickly guides you onto his cot, using your elbows to keep upright.

The sensation of Poe’s hot mouth latching onto your breast before running his tongue against your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. He was gentle with your breast switching between the two giving both sides the attention they deserved. His lips travelled, kissing each breast before slowly trailing down your stomach stopping just at the hem of your pants. Poe’s two index fingers come up and latch onto your pants pulling them down and off, leaving you in just your panties. He was quick to dip his head in between your legs, planting gentle kisses on the inners of your thighs, feeling his beard pricking against your soft skin, causing you to grow impatient. “Stop teasing me” You let out a whine. Poe look’s up at you from in between your legs with a smirk “I'm not teasing, you’re just impatient” You could feel how wet you were growing by the minute, his touch was enough to make you weep. His fingers come up to your core running them gently against the wet fabric of your panties. “I’ve barely even touched you and yet you're so wet for me” You could hear his shit eating grin in his words.

Within a split second he pulled off your panties and quickly dived back in between your legs planting a kiss against your wet pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. A whine escapes your throat as Poe’s tongue begins to suck on your clit, lapping his tongue over it in the process. His hands hooked onto the unders of your knees holding your legs up and open, so you were unable to close them in the process. Your hands reach down and entangle with his hair, holding his head in place. He knew what he was doing, and it showed. The amount of pleasure that was rushing through your body was indescribable. You bite down on your bottom lip trying your best to muffle your moans in the process, causing Poe to pull away. “Let me hear your moans baby” He said, letting his lips hover over your pussy, his hot breath causing your body to slightly jerk. “Let them hear how amazing I’m making you feel” He loved seeing the way you squirmed to his touch.

Your hands reach up to the pillow your head is resting on and gripping it tight as Poe continues to eat you out, You feel your high growing, you’re gaining closer to the edge. To your release. Poe doesn’t stop, he keeps messily fucking you with his tongue, feeling as you’re growing closer to cumming.

“Ah -fuck,” You moan out before the built up knot in your stomach finally releases onto his tongue, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, your eyes widen as he continues to eat you out through your orgasm. His hand leaves your knees, inserting two of his fingers into your slick pussy, pumping into you slowly, unmatching the rhythm of his tongue. The sensation is causing your legs to shake, as you were already chasing your next orgasm, the second one closer then the first. “Come on pretty girl, cum on my fingers. .” Poe said, guiding you. He knew the right spots to push you over the edge, your orgasm was creeping up closer by the second and before you knew it you were cumming for him once again, your pussy clamping down on his fingers. “That’s my girl” Poe said while pulling his fingers out of you, licking the sear wet slick of your cum off his fingers.

Your head moves to look down at him but he’s already right there, face inches from yours, his movements were alway so quick, or maybe your mind was moving so slow, you could no longer tell. The tips of his index and ring finger slip past your lips placing them on top of your tongue making you taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips wrap around his fingers and slowly suck the last of your juices off of him. Your hands began to wander, palming him through his pants, he was already so stiff the brush of your hand over his cock was enough to make him groan. “Do you see how crazy you make me?” Poe said, watching as your hand trails against him.

He was quick to get up and off the cot, leaving you there, repositioning yourself onto your knees. You watched as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, following through by unbuckling his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down in the process, revealing his large thick and swollen cock. Reaching out and taking it in your hand, your tongue dragging itself across the slit of his sensitive tip before you swirl it around the head, sending a shiver down his spine. Your lips hallow over the head of his cock, tongue placed at the base slowly moving your head back and forth. “Fuck thats it” Poe groaned under his breath looking down at you as his hand entangles through your hair, guiding your head, bobbing it faster.

You pull your head back to catch a breath releasing his cock from your mouth, saliva running down your chin. Poe couldn’t get over the sight, seeing you like this was his favourite thing in the world. His hand cupped your cheek caressing his thumb softly against your skin. He looked in thought, what was he thinking? “Dameron?” You let out almost in a light whisper, his breath hitched, pushing you down on your back once again, he didn’t even respond, not a single word. Poe positioned your legs around his torso and lined the tip of his cock at your entrance.

It all happened so quick you weren’t sure how to react, his hands placed on your hips, pushing himself into you, you gasped at his cock stretching you out, sinking deeper into you. Poe didn’t wait for adjustment; he was impatient and couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands placed at his torso, pushing him away so he would calm down, he pulled back slightly just so he could pound back into you ignoring your attempt. Your face contorted into pure pleasure letting out a loud moan.

“Holy. Fuck Dameron! W-wait!” You called out to him. Poe’s grip tightened on your hips and picked up the pace, repeatedly slamming himself into you. “Shitt you feel so good, pretty girl” Poe groaned through the back of his throat. His hands place themselves on the back of your knees pushing them up to your head “You’re taking me so well.” He let out once more.

You couldn’t process words, your mind was fog, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pumped into you. You were already sensitive enough from the last two orgasm’s that you could feel another one coming around the corner. The sound of your combined moans and slapping skin filled the room. Your eyes locked on his, watching his chain swing with the rhythm of your thrusts. This was like no other. His free hand went down to your pussy once again, his thumb teasing your clit, as he continued to pump into you. He felt as you began to clamp down on him, a smug look growing on his face once more. “Are you gonna cum?” you frequently nodded your head, words barley coming to you. “Yes, fuck.” You just barely make out. “Then beg.” Poe said with a stern voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow, was he serious? “Beg me, to let you cum.” He said once more clarifying your questions. “Mm please, please let me cum” you plead out to him. His breathing is becoming as heavy and hitched as your own, was he trying to cum with you? “Please Dameron, I wanna cum so bad” You moaned out once more. You could see his jaw clench he was breaking, his thrust were becoming sloppy and out of rhythm, he was just as close as you were. “Fuck, your pussy’s clenching on me so tight” you could feel the knot in your stomach grow. “agh, I don’t- Ah fuck I’m gonna cum.” You cry out to him “that’s it baby. Cum for me” Your legs fall and wrap around his waist, as you cum on his cock, your legs shake once again, as you run your hands through his hair, tugging on it slightly. You moans were like sympathy to his ears. Poe thrusted into you one last time cummimg, his cum filling you up. The two of you were breathless, chest rising and falling trying your best to catch your breath.

Poe leaned down and placed one soft kiss against your lips, It was more than just a kiss; it was a proclamation of love, a silent promise of everything they had ever dreamed of. Time stood still as you lost yourself in the intoxicating passion of each other's embrace, the moment etched into your minds. Pulling away not long after he looked into your eyes. . just for a moment, gathering his thoughts. A gentle smile played on your lips, a reflection of the tenderness in your heart. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet filled with a depth of emotion that words could never capture. The two of you didn't need to speak; the silence between you was enough. “I want nothing more than to be the reason you smile,” Poe said to you in a light whisper.

@allicat0 signing off

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 25

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"Declan... Behave."

"Uh?"

"Your hand" I whisper. 

"I can't help myself, I'm sorry" he says as his fingers slowly move up and down my thigh.

"But we are with my parents."

"They are busy talking with their friends, they aren't paying attention to what is happening under the table."

"Declan, please."

"What?" he smirks. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"You know you... Are!" I say, trying to keep my voice low when he gives my thigh a little squeeze.

"Look at the colour of your cheeks. So cute."

"Declan" I warn him once again, his hand now moving all the way up my leg.

"That's my name, yes."

"Stop."

"Don't you want me to keep touching you?" he whispers, that stupid smile still on his face. "I've missed you so much, Eleanor. This preseason has been torture."

"I've missed you too, but this is something to do when we are alone, not here, at a restaurant, and in front of my parents. They already caught us once, remember?"

"Ok, ok. I'll stop" he says, giving my thigh one last squeeze and making me jump.

"Are you alright, Eleanor?" my mum asks.

"Yeah, yeah. I just hit the table while crossing my legs."

"Be more careful next time" she says with a disapproving look before going back to the conversation with her friends.

"You are gonna regret that" I hiss.

"Am I?" Declan smirks.

"You just wait until we are alone.”

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"Remember what I told you during dinner?" 

"It was a long dinner" Declan says against my neck. The moment we crossed the door of my house, he pushed me against it and started kissing me, his hands all over me.

"I told you you were going to regret what you did."

"Oh, that" he chuckles. 

"Yes, that" I reply.

"What are you gonna do?" he asks as he lifts his head, a cocky smile on his lips.

"You'll see. For now, let's go to the living room."

"As the lady commands" he says, still smiling.

When we walk in, I am the one that starts kissing him, slowly moving towards the sofa.

"You won't be needing this" I say, taking off his belt. "Or this" I continue, pulling down his trousers. "Now turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around, Declan."

"Ok, ok."

"Your hands."

"My... hands?"

"Give me your hands, put them on your back."

"Eleanor..."

"Do you trust me?"

"You know I do."

"Then do as I say" I order him. "Perfect, now turn around again" I say after I've used his belt to tie his hands on his back.

"I didn't know you were into these things" Declan says, that smile from before back on his face.

"Neither did I" I confess, pushing him against the sofa and forcing him to sit down.

"Now what?" he asks while licking his lips, looking at me in a way that makes me want to do what I've planned even more.

"Well... I think I'm wearing too many clothes. I won't be needing any of this" I shrug, starting to get undressed.

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look when you are naked?" he asks, his eyes following my every move.

"A few times" I chuckle.

"Then allow me to remind you that you are gorgeous, Eleanor. With clothes too, don't get me wrong. But like this..." he says, slowly looking from my toes all the way up until our eyes meet. "Like this... I don't know. It's like you were carved by the Gods."

"Ok, enough flattering" I laugh. "Let's get my revenge going."

"Revenge? I thought we were going to fuck."

"Me? Maybe. You... Probably not."

"What? What does that mean?"

"Right or left?"

"What?"

"Answer me, Declan."

"Right, I don't know. What are you going to do, Eleanor?"

"Left it is" I say, sitting on his leg and pulling his boxers all the way up.

"Eleanor..."

"Yes?" I smile.

"Are you going to do what I think you are going to do?"

"Ride your tigh while you can't touch me? I am, yes."

"Fucking hell" he laughs. 

"Now if you'll excuse me, I must focus."

"If you allowed me to touch you, you wouldn't need to focus. And it'll be easier to get what you want."

"But you don't deserve to touch me" I say, starting to move my hips against him.

"What if you can't do it on your own?"

"I've done it before."

"With whom? Damiano?"

"Yes" I nod.

"You know, one day you should tell me everything you did with him. We may be missing something good."

"Shut up, Declan."

"Losing your focus?" he smirks.

"Shut... Up."

"You are bitting your lip."

"And?"

"You do that when you want to moan but you can't."

"Nonse... Nonsense."

"C'mon, Eleanor. You said you could do it on your own, right? Let it all out, show me that you don't need me. Or at least not all of me."

"Fuck... You" I say, that you getting mixed with a moan as I’m not able to contain myself anymore.

"Good girl" he smirks. "You can do it, keep going."

"Stop it" I whisper.

"That hurts" he hisses when I dig my nails on his neck, moving my hips faster.

"Good."

"Does this mean that you are close?"

I try to answer him, but I'm just able to nod, another moan leaving my lips. 

"You are" he chuckles. If after that he says anything else or keeps teasing me, I don't hear it. 

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"Now what?" Declan asks. "I have another leg, so if you want to go there again, do it now. I'm starting to not feel my arms."

"Sorry" I say, my head resting on his shoulder. 

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" 

"Very much" I smile. 

"Then what? Are you planning on going riding again or..."

"Maybe" I say, lifting my head. "How is your other leg feeling? The one in the middle, I mean."

"Asking for help like my arms."

"Then you are gonna have to choose. What do you prefer, being free, right leg or the one in the middle?"

"Being free and the one in the middle?"

"Nope. Just one thing."

"You are bosy tonight, aren't you?" he chuckles.

"This is what you get for doing what you did earlier."

"Turning you on while having dinner with your parents?" he smirks.

"Exactly."

"What did you want me to do, Eleanor? Your legs were asking to be touched, and I hadn't seen you in weeks. I couldn't help myself!"

"Which is what is happening right now. You can't help yourself."

"So funny" Declan says, rolling his eyes.

"I can help you, tho. So choose."

"I don't know... Whatever tickles your pickle."

"My what?" I laugh.

"Never heard that before?"

"Nope" I laugh again. "But you are the one who has a pickle that is tickling. Should I take care of it?"

"What are you suggesting, your Royal Highness?" he smirks.

"I'm in the mood to go riding again. Will you come with me?"

"Eleanor!" he laughs.

"You have such a dirty mind, Declan Rice " I say, rolling my eyes. "But are you? Yes or no?"

"There's only one way to find out."

"Ok" I say, standing up and pulling down his boxers before straddling him.

"I love you, you know?"

"Are you going all cheesy to make me free your arms?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

"Maybe... Is it working?"

"It is, yes" I say, giving him a peck before getting rid of the belt. "Better now?"

"So much better. But I wouldn't mind giving it another go some time" he says, grabbing me by my butt and pulling me closer to him, both of us gasping with the movement.

"Another time. Now we have other things to do."

"We do" he says before kissing me as if his life depended on it. 

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That following year can only be described as one of the happiest in my life. 

Everything in our relationship was perfect, and Declan had one of the best seasons of his career. Even things with my mum were better. But little did we know…

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[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

You Kill Me

From Control - Full Story in Progress on AO3!

Phillip Graves x Reader

Summary: Graves recalls a moment in the past he spent with you while out on a hike. One of the last happy moments he remembers having with you before Black Bag.

Tags: Angst, Slow Burn, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Romance, Friends with Benefits, Pre-Canon, Outdoor Sex, reader's kind of a manic pixie dream girl, sorry, probably cringy and sappy as hell, and melodramatic

Author's Note: Just a cutesy little moment with Graves before everything went to shit. I say let Graves be happy too sometimes. For now anyway.

Word Count: 5.2k

Can be read as a one-shot

Masterlist

ONE MONTH AGO...

"Say cheese!"

Before Graves had any time to react, you whipped around on the trail with your polaroid camera, quickly snapping a picture, and temporarily blinding the poor man with your flash. A sharp groan leaves his lips in response. Though Graves warms up quickly, upon seeing you eagerly shake the film between your fingers the minute it spits out.

The birds chirping sing along to Graves’ boots shuffling against the fallen twigs, the pebbles and loose dirt kicking at his feet. As you both wait for the film to develop, the afternoon sun hovers above, peaking through the Evergreens and inviting a warm, gentle breeze along the path.

There hasn’t been another hiker in sight for a good mile now, not since you two cut down this way on the trail. From the state of the pathway -- all rocky and dirt covered, with some fallen trees and other debris obscuring the way here and there -- you've clearly taken him off the main route, heading somewhere deeper into the woods. 

Had Graves not enjoyed your company (and the outdoors in general), he may have questioned where you were taking him. But at least the secludedness meant if he suddenly decided to take you by the arm and rid you of that cute little outfit you had on, he could do so without interruption.

The thought's already crossed his mind at least a few times now.

You continue to shake the picture in your hand, the film not developing any faster than when you’d first started three minutes ago. Though watching you try so hard had become rather amusing.

You'd been snapping pictures since the hike began, taking quick ones of just about anything that seemed to capture your eye. Which was surprisingly an easy thing to do. If the trees had the slightest abnormality, or the sunlight cut through the leaves like a thread just the smallest bit, you were there with your camera already out, bringing the hike to an abrupt halt every time.

Graves started teasing you about it by the third time you ran off the trail with an excited "Ooo!", followed by the faint sound of another shutter snap. But he really only teased you because he found it cute. Had you not been his second in command, he would have thought you'd never been outside a day in your life.

"Don't wave it too much now," Graves cautions, his southern drawl coming out a lot more clearly in the empty air. "You might ruin it."

“Oh,” you look back at him with a quizzical look in your eyes. “So you know photography now?”

“Enough to know you don’t shake ‘em like that if you want it to dry right,” he says. “Smartass.”

Graves can tell you want to continue going back and forth with him, which he would have happily obliged you, but the words must not come fast enough, because you don’t say anything else afterward. You only wave the picture a little more slowly, springing a smug chuckle from Graves in response.

“That’s what I thought,” he taunts, knowing it'll rile you up. Which it does. He keeps that cocky look on his face even when your eyes dart back to him shortly after.

“Don’t get me started now,” you warn jokingly. “Might come in your office one of these days and see your desk all fucked up again.”

Graves groans to himself, thinking back to that day you were referencing. You’d hardly been with the Shadows for a month before the others already managed to rope you in on the little pranks they liked to pull on him -- misplacing all his pens, trying (and failing) to jumpscare him in his office; little things that were never anything more than a small, innocent disruption in the day. 

The last wise idea you had was to place a single book underneath one of the legs of his desk. Nothing major, only it made his entire workstation wobble irritatingly so. Graves went almost the entire day getting pissed off at his desk before he found the damn thing wedged there. He didn’t even have to ask who did it either.

“You do somethin’ like that again and I’ll make an example out of you in front of the entire company,” he jokes, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Would you spank me?” you flirt.

“Honey, it’d be more than that.”

“Mm,” You giggle now. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Graves chuckles to himself, a calmness having washed over him. It makes the sun feel as though it's glowing against his fair, weathered skin, the air lighter in his lungs. 

He's happy he decided to come out today.

It's almost as though fate had willed this so. Or rather a series of coincidences and sudden whims. Coincidence number one had been the surprise couple of days off he found himself with suddenly. 

It wasn't often Graves had breaks between assignments, none that were long enough to actually do anything with. This was all by choice too; the man had practically married his career at this point in his life, seeing as no one else seemed to be stepping up to the plate. He’d thought about catching up on more work once he’d spotted the gap in his calendar. However, against his better judgment, the mini vacation didn't sound too bad right now. So he took it.

Of course, the break wasn’t long enough for him to book a flight home, which only meant he’d be staying in some hotel room staring at a mountain of paperwork for the next couple of days. A monotonous nightmare that even a workaholic like him couldn't work up the excitement to tackle. However, work was beginning to look like his only option; the others in the company were either out of town or up to their own devices. 

Except for you. Coincidence number two.

You had been in the same predicament as Graves, with nothing but an empty hotel room and no one to go out with. And ever the like-minded woman Graves’ has found you to be, you weren’t looking forward to spending the next couple of days inside your room either. So it had been you who’d first suggested the hike to him; because as luck would have it, you actually seemed to enjoy the man’s company.

But despite your own enthusiasm, Graves had been reluctant to go at first.

It’s not often he’s spent so much time with you alone before. Not outside of work. Nor outside however long you chose to stick around at night, whenever you both could squeeze into each other’s busy schedules for a quick fix that is. Assuming Graves stuck around after, it was a gamble if you'd ever do the same.

It’s a routine that stuck like glue. So well that neither of you could really move any further out of it than what you’ve stuck yourselves to already. Never budging, and never telling. Just being. So the thought of doing this, something as casual as hiking, it made him… wary.

About a month has passed since you’ve begun sneaking off with Graves. Something he regrets less each passing night. A typical day went along the lines of you sticking around well after a briefing, which would turn into you two getting a coffee, and ending with a good old fashion fuck session back at his place. Your place. Wherever your hearts willed you.

Everything else continued as usual otherwise, Graves remaining your commander, and you his chatty second in command. But seldom have there been moments of true vulnerability between you two, he’s noticed. None that you wouldn’t cover up with a lie, and none he couldn’t bury behind a smile. So what you two were doing out here today, spending time outside of work together alone, with no intention beyond where the trail takes you, it had been an unusual occurrence, to say the least.

Most of the others Graves’ has had friends-with-benefit relationships with were very loose with the “friend” part of the benefits. His work schedule often soured things after a while, in which most of these relationships gave way after a few short months. Eventually, it became easier to just show up for a quick fuck and leave. So much so that it’s just what Graves expects at this point. It breaks fewer hearts that way.

He couldn’t imagine spending any real time with anyone from before, however. Nothing like this.

Maybe a small part of him did want to actually take a day off and forget about all the ongoings of his working life. An even smaller part of him has thought about what a day would look like with you when you didn't need to act as his subordinate, and he your superior. What would that be, he wondered.

"Aw," you smack your lips rather disappointedly suddenly, as Graves raises an eyebrow. "You blinked."

You turn on your heel to show Graves the photo, walking backward on the trail now. And sure enough, he did indeed blink.

It wasn't a flattering kind of blink either. His expression was more a one eye closed, the other eye sort of halfway closed, kind of "blink". His mouth was even moving like he had been trying to say something to you before you'd unexpectedly sprung a photo on him. It makes Graves almost chuckle.

"Well, Goddamn," he teases. "You really ain’t a photographer, huh? Don't quit your day job, sweetheart."

You scoff offendedly, taking another look at the picture for yourself. "I can't perfect my skills if the talent can't stand still and smile right," you retort.

"Hey, don't turn this around on me," Graves puts his hands up in defense. "You're the one who took it."

You're quiet suddenly, thinking to yourself. It gives Graves a moment to take a mental picture of his current view of you. Seeing the way the sunlight blankets around you, your hair not done up in any special way, though suiting you just right. 

You're definitely more toned out now than when he'd first signed you into the company, the skin he could see of you having new marks and tiny scars, some faded, some fresh. You surely had stories for those he'd only need to ask you about to know. Yet he kept his curiosity to himself.

Graves tells himself it's because he wants to respect the terms you two have made for each other, as to why he doesn't pry and attempt to know you more. Rather than it being because he could see himself falling down a rabbit hole if he’s not too careful.

"Hm," you finally hum. "The more I look at it, the more I kind of like it."

Graves laughs to himself a bit, readjusting his hands on the straps of his pack. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," you say. "It feels very... You." 

Eventually, you turn and look at Graves again, a delighted smile on your face, as the sunlight dances in your eyes, bringing the man to a short pause in thought. "I'm keeping it,” you say.

"You don't want a better one?" Graves asks amusedly.

"No."

"It looks like I'm about to sneeze in it."

"Exactly," you say. "It doesn't get more authentic than that."

Graves takes a few quick steps ahead now, until he's standing side-by-side with you, his bare arms in the short-sleeved shirt he wore grazing against your own bare skin. It brought a soft tingle up his arm, feeling the sudden warmth.

You don't turn to look at him as he approaches, however, ignoring your commander for the trail ahead of you instead. In this case, Graves invites himself to speak. "I should get one too then," he says, grabbing the camera from out of your hands suddenly, springing a childish gasp from you.

"Hey-"

You pause, coming to a dead halt in front of the man, as your eyes turn curiously toward the surrounding woods. Listening. At first, Graves thought it might be an animal, and it made him tense up, your camera still clutched in his rough hands. However, the twinkle in your eyes suggests that whatever caught your attention was anything but a threat or animal.

"You hear that?" You ask him.

"No," he says. "Hear what-"

You don't wait for him to finish that thought before you've made a beeline for the trees suddenly, excitedly laughing to yourself.

"Hey, wait," Graves calls out to you. "Where're ya goin'? Songbird?"

When he sees you've already made some distance from where you’ve abandoned him, making it clear that you weren't going to wait, the man reluctantly follows, pushing through bushes and branches on his way. He steps over fallen logs and large, stray rocks, one hand guiding him through the woods, the other still holding your camera.

As the trees open up and he draws near where you dashed away, Graves finally hears what it was that beckoned you over. The sound of rushing water.

The trees dissipate, the soil turning to rock and stone, revealing a large pond of water isolated by the woods, as the late afternoon sun sits clear in its azure sky, beating down openly. A small waterfall pours from a low, rocky cliffside, gushing into the pond and flooding the air with the sound of its crashing waves. Graves finds himself taken aback by the scenery, before his blue eyes find you once more.

You stand at the foot of the water, staring off in awe, as your eyes attempt to take in the view, your back to Graves. Against the rushing water, you look radiant. Perfectly placed. He's not sure what comes over him, but Graves raises your camera and snaps a picture, without your knowledge.

However, you turn to face him before he can see how the photo came out.

"Look!" You shout over the falls, your smile so big that it seemed to light up your entire face. The happiness emits from you all the way across to him, as a smile pulls at his lips.

Graves takes a spot standing next to you over the water. It's not as shallow as he'd thought, maybe a few feet deep, and nearly clear enough to see straight through to the bottom. His reflection stares back at him, the sunlight creating a halo of light over his blond hair. His face the most relaxed he’s seen in a long time.

Had he not seen you start to remove your pack in his peripheral, Graves may have kept peering in at himself. He looks to find you suddenly stripping yourself of your clothing, having made way with your shirt and revealing the white tank top you had beneath it. 

You look at him wolfishly, feeling his eyes on you now. "Care to join me?"

He feels the air catch in his throat suddenly, bringing him to clear it and lick his lips. The way he sees your eyes watch him do it too -- your brow having twitched a little at the sight -- it brings a side out of him that elicits a shiver from you the moment you catch it yourself.

Graves looks above, seeing the sun has only gotten lower now. "You think there’s time?"

"We've got nothin' but time." You've stripped down to your underwear now, Graves seeing the way your torso stretches as your arms extended above your head, yawning loudly. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he was now staring.

A burst of energy courses through you, and you jump into the water, creating a large splash that just barely misses him. Your head reemerges from the water, your hair now completely soaked and your face gleaming. 

The shimmer of the sun-sprinkled water chases your arms and legs, weaving elegantly against the light current. As though you're a mermaid. You wave for him to join you. “The water feels great!” you shout out. It makes the water look all the more alluring. But Graves stands at the edge, watching you float leisurely by, wondering what takes him so long to join you. The disciplined side of him keeps him still. But he wants to.

You only continue to taunt him. "Come on," you say. "Enjoy your day off. Take a break. Unwind with me a little, Phillip."

Phillip . It's not often you address him by his first name, not even in the bedroom. Graves thought hearing you say it would be jarring. However, it was anything but.

"I am unwinding," he protests.

"Then why are you way over there still?"

Graves opens his mouth, but pauses when he can't think of a proper rebuttal. The smug look you get after only makes the man begin to pout. But he stays by the edge of the water, not budging.

"If you don't get in here right now I'll drown myself," you say dramatically.

Graves scoffs. "What?"

You resubmerge yourself into the water, completely vanishing. Graves doesn't take the bait at first, though he does begin to set his pack to the side. He watches a little while longer, his amusement whittling away by the second.

"You know this is silly, right?" he taunts. You don't respond.

A few more seconds speed by, and now Graves has stripped himself of his shoes, peaking back up to see if you’ve yet come to your senses. Still, he saw no sign of you. He'd curse himself later for involving himself with yet another stubborn woman.

"You're really gonna drown yourself over this?" he calls out to you again. Now he's starting to see little bubbles come out of the water.

Graves peels his shirt off and wiggles out of his pants, having spent an embarrassingly long time fumbling with his belt at first. The moment his clothes left him and a brisk wind painted his skin with goosebumps, the man leaped into the water, diving into a liquid world of dark blue and turquoise.

The sun twinkles above, the water so clean he could see you clear across from him. Your hand's plugged over your nose, your hair floating around you like a cloud of smoke. When your eyes lock with his, the laugh that bubbles in your throat threatens to drown you right on the spot, as you both reemerge together.

“You did it!” you cheer. "I'm so proud of you."

"What the hell was that?" Graves asks, not trying to sound as worried as he admittedly had become. He takes his hand and pushes his hair off his face, giving you a good view of how the water bounces off his blue eyes with the shimmering of the sunlight. Like spilled glitter.

"I always knew you liked damsels in distress," you tease.

"Oh ha ha," Graves unintentionally splashes water at you.

You giggle, splashing water back at him, only you use it as a distraction to swim closer. 

He feels your hands wrap over his shoulders, your fingers gliding over every scar and groove of his muscles, as you take hold of him. Instinctively, his hands lace over your hips, his thumbs finding their comfortable place at your side. He finds himself swimming back with you in his grasp, until his back meets the cold stone behind him.

With nowhere else to swim to, your chest presses against his, Graves' hands curving up the small of your back, as your nails comb the sides of his hair, pulling his face to you. Your wet lips finally meet, and your mouths settle quickly, lips molding together.

Your kiss is sweet, intoxicating with the sound of the falls behind you. His stubble tickles the skin around your chin, parting your lips with a small groan, as Graves lets his tongue slide along yours, stealing a taste. He brings his hand to the back of your neck so he can keep your lips where he wants them, his nose bumping your own, and the kiss deepening.

When your lips finally part, Graves brings his hand down just to the nape, using it to crane your head back, as he bares your neck to him. Teeth graze over your sensitive skin, taking subtle nips, before searing kisses into you, trailing down subliminally.

Your hands hold his head gently, a feathery moan escaping you. It makes him sink into your touch, letting it guide his lips down to your collarbone. Your fingers tangle in his wet hair, nails gliding against his skull at the sensation. You've never felt so delicate in his grasp before. 

However, you start to pull away suddenly, having to use both of your hands firmly on his chest to pry him off, watching as his eyes catch yours right away. The sudden departure raises an eyebrow.

“Everything OK?” he asks.

Your eyes search his briefly, water still dripping from your lashes. You rest your hands around the back of his neck, using him as a solid structure to float on in the water. If Graves stared at you any longer he might just say screw it and resume where things left off.

Though he waits to hear from you first, wondering what may have stopped you.

“I just…” you pause, taking a moment to swallow before speaking again. “This isn't too much, right?”

That isn't the question Graves thought you were going to ask. 

"No," he chuckles at you, fingers lacing over your wrist, holding you gently. "Why're you askin'?"

"I don't know," your eyes look off to the waterfall now. Somberly. You struggle to meet his eyes, looking anywhere but at his own gaze. It's not often you got so shy around him; it was such a sudden change that it nearly flusters him as well. Somehow Graves knows you're not going to tell him what it is you're truly thinking. You rarely do. Still, he waits eagerly for your response.

"This just doesn't feel real sometimes."

And yet again you say something he did not expect.

Graves wants to ask you what you mean by that, though in a lot of ways, he already knew. He's felt the same way. And it's started to twist him up a bit. Because this isn't real, not in any way that'll end well between you two.

It shouldn't be real.

"Does it need to be?" Graves asks you. 

There's an answer to his question that sits at the tip of your tongue, one you almost actually say to him. But that answer is instead replaced by your lips finding his again, your hand taking his face softly. He wonders for a second what it may have been you wanted to say, for you to have come in as sweetly as you did. It shut his eyes and brought him back to you once again.

Right where he wants to be.

You pull away and give the man another devilish look, before dunking back beneath the water. At first, Graves thought you were going to make him look for you again, until he saw your bra float up. And then your panties. Soon followed by your bare body swimming up against him, your face coming out of the water and quickly finding his lips again.

Only this time, Graves is the next one to dive into the water. His eyes find your naked body hovering angelically in front of him. You don't know what he's got in store until you've felt him take hold of your torso, his mouth meeting your breast.

His teeth ghost over your nipples, leaving you shivering when his lips finally cup over them, kissing and sucking aptly. He stays under there longer than you would have given him credit for; it makes you lonely above the surface, feeling his mouth explore your breast, and his fingers needing into the skin of your back. He's caught off guard when you suddenly dive into the water after him, finding his mouth again.

Graves sinks into your playful kisses, stealing the air from your lips, his arms wrapping around you. He rotates you in the water, your back pressing against the rock wall that kept the water pond bottled in. Once he's felt your back touch the solid surface, he lowers himself, until your thighs are wrapped around his blond head and your legs are draped over his shoulders. 

He hoists you up, bringing you back above the water and sitting you on the stony ground, remaining in the water in front of you. This way, you sat with only your legs in the water from the knee down, dangling over the man's broad shoulders. His lips plant feathery kisses along the inside of your thighs, his finger digging in roughly, making your body shiver. Until eventually the warmth of his mouth has found your center.

Graves runs his tongue across your clit, having spent more than enough time learning just how you liked to have it played with. What pace gets you off the fastest. What ways his tongue could flick and suck to have you shaking in his palms. Your commander always had a natural talent for using his mouth, both physically and verbally. 

He keeps your legs open, fingers sinking into your skin hard each time his tongue made you jolt, or whenever your thighs would tighten around him involuntarily. You do it again and this time he uses his hands to pry them apart. "Keep 'em open baby," is all he tells you, before returning to his work.

Graves goes on for so long that it leaves your entire body feeling damn near numb with arousal. Had you not been near the falls, the woods would have echoed with your cries and whimpers. You had to lean over and start tugging at his hair, pleading for him to quit his toying already. "I need you," you moan.

Graves pulls you back into the water, his eyes so drunk with you in them that you could see yourself in his irises. All swaddled up tightly in his black and blue world. "As you command."

You bring your lips back to him, only you do so slowly this time. As though to savor it. Graves can't help but mirror you, wanting to give to you everything you were giving back to him right now and then some.

Your arms wrap around his neck, your legs hugging his waist, as he kept one hand placed firmly on your bottom, the other holding onto the rocky pond ledge so that the water didn't carry you two away. He brings himself to you, using his hand to glide himself against your sensitive core, rubbing softly before he's finally slipped himself in.

Your arms tighten around his neck once he starts to get a good rhythm going. Feeling the way your body contracts and squeezes at each smooth thrust of his hips. When you moan, it only makes him move with more dedication and precision. "That's right," his teases come out almost like airy moans. "That's my little songbird."

Graves eyes meet yours and stay there, your lips but a breath away. He takes his hand and cups it over your face, before slowly coming in, taking you with another kiss. One that he had wanted to be as gentle as you. When your mouth chases his after parting ways, he surrenders to you, finding this more sufficient than anything else he could have said to you at that moment.

This just doesn't feel real sometimes.

Does he feel real enough for you, even now? He wonders. When you're with him like this, and it's only him, is it enough? If Graves made this feel any more real would that be OK? Instead of teetering at the brink like this. Do you want this to be real?

The sun has begun to set when you two finally part from one another.

Graves pulled himself up from out of the pond, quickly throwing his pants back on, expecting you to do the same. Only you swim about in the water still, merely floating along the empty pond by your lonesome.

"You plan on staying in there forever, Songbird?" he teases.

"Maybe," you say playfully.

Graves approaches his pack, seeing your camera still sitting there. The picture he'd taken of you earlier finally developed. He picks it up from beside the camera, looking at the image and feeling his heart flutter in him.

You stand at the edge of the water, the falls crashing to your right and your back turned to the camera, as rays of sunlight silk over you. Graves looks at the picture longer than he planned to, smiling to himself.

But then his eyes land on his phone beside his pack, and his smile drops. He had three missed calls from General Shepherd.

The man gets sent into a small panic, as you watch him frantically dial the number back in, immediately getting into a phone call with his boss. He paces back and forth listening to the General, his face slowly lowering the longer he's on the phone. There's some nodding and OKs from the commander, who looks down at his phone solemnly, even for a few short moments after the call ends.

It gives you a bad feeling.

"You good?" You call from the water, not yet having climbed out to redress yourself.

Graves opens his mouth, prepared to speak to you with his usual cavalier attitude. However, when he takes a look at you again, he can't help but think of how nice it would have been if he had just stayed over there with you.

Something crosses his mind, turning his gaze bittersweet.

"Looks like this little vacay just got cut short," Graves finally breaks the news. "Shepherd's got us flyin' back to Al Mazrah tomorrow night."

"Mm," you say sarcastically. "Always loved that place." You swim over to the ledge again, resting your arms on the stone so you could get a better look at your commander. "This mean we have to head back then?"

"I'm afraid so, darlin'."

You turn your gaze to the waterfall again, thinking. Watching it mist in the setting sun. "What if we don't?"

"Don't what?"

"Leave," you say. "Can't we just stay a while longer?"

Graves watches your eyes grow wide with excitement just over the possibility that he might say yes. The man's never felt so tempted before. He almost feels his knees wobble, legs ready to walk their merry way back to you. But he knows he can't do that. He tells himself so. Hadn't he been waiting for more work?

"Another day, sweet pea."

You don't say anything to him, but he does see your gaze falter, a sigh leaving your lips. He tries to act as though your reaction didn't phase him like it did. Though he's found it harder to look at you suddenly.

This can wait until he comes back, he reminds himself. If you'll have him, then he'll have you too. Once he starts to believe the words, Graves can't help but get this smug look on his face instead, hiding away sudden unease. Forever the performer.

"Like you said," Graves smiles. "We've got nothin' but time, darlin'."

After all, he thought, there's always tomorrow.

...Chapter Eighteeen Here!

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Insubordination | Jake Seresin x Reader

Heyo! Once again, I am filled with allusions to characters from the original Top Gun. I hope you enjoy this series, because after this I definitely have too many series going on. LOL. I hope you all enjoy, and if anyone feels like I'm writing Hangman out of character, please let me know!!! Like if he's more cocky, please tell me. I love CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Now, ENJOY!

Masterlist | Chapter Two

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"Oh. Oh shit." We the only words I managed to let out. A groan accompanied by a head splitting headache revived my hazy memories of last night. The Hard Deck, meeting the now-naked blond man who laid in the bed next to me, being pinned down by his arms in the moonlight that seeped through my blinds- and so much more.

"Fuck." I whispered, the hangover setting in, grasping my head, as I managed to slide out of bed. I checked the time, realizing I had about an hour before I was needed on base. I had been re-called to Top Gun for a mission, as an instructor. I was to be assisting Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, who had taught me when he was an instructor. The debriefing was yesterday, as were my bad decisions.

Well, not too bad apparently. I grabbed the blanket that was previously wrapping me, and well was wrapping him. I threw a pillow to cover his butt, and wrapped the blanket around myself. "Well good morning to you too." I heard his voice groan out, as I turned around to face him.

"I'm going to take a shower. And when I come out you're not going to be here," I glanced down to see his brown uniform shirt on my floor, scanning it for a rank before continuing my sentence, "Lieutenant-" I trailed off. Oh shit. I don't know his name.

He looked at me, his face morphing into disbelief and offense. "Seresin. Jake." He spoke, as I smiled.

"Right. Y/N." I spoke, smiling as I held out my hand for him to shake. He took it, looking at me in a smiley-weird way.

"Y/N?" He questioned, intrigued as he quirked an eyebrow. As if questioning for a last name.

I sighed, picking his uniform off the floor, tossing it to him. "We don't have to do the thing." I spoke, as he began to put his shirt on.

"The thing?" God, how was he so hot simply buttoning up a shirt?

"Y'know, the whole exchanging names and contacts thing. I had fun last night, you had fun last night. It doesn't have to go farther than that." I smile, going to my bathroom door, and opening.

"What? I'm in town for awhile, Y/N. You don't want to do it again sometime?" he suggested, now fully clothed.

I smiled at him from behind the door, the blanket previously covering my body now abandoned on the floor. "No, Jake. I'm good. Goodbye." I winked, closing the door behind me and getting ready for the day.

It was after that scalding hot water, and a very brief motorcycle drive that I arrived at base. Making my way over to the Hanger, it would appear as though I managed to be perfectly on time. I took my place between Hondo and Admiral Simspon, with Admiral Bates addressing everyone to introduce Maverick.

"You're punctual." Bates acknowledged, moving his head to glance at me.

While the rose-gold Ray Ban aviators hid my gaze, nothing could hide the grin that grew on my face. "Late night." I murmured, watching the class before me. My eyes widened, and I could never be more thankful for the sun glasses I purchased long ago.

There, in the very fucking front row sat lieutenant Jake Seresin. Oh I'm so screwed. I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard Maverick's voice. "Now, I can't teach you enough dogfighting alone. So you're other instructor will be the only other person in the Navy to also have three confirmed aerial kills. A second generation dogfighter. Commander Y/N 'Cobra' Metcalf." He spoke, his arm extended outward towards me. 

I smirked, walking up to the podium with head held high. I placed my aviators on my face, before looking at the crowd of lieutenants before me. My eyes lingered on Jake for a moment, his face of shock and 'I'm so screwed' would have been mirrored on my own, if not for the fake confidence I held. "Let's get this straight. I might be younger or as young as many of you, but don't get it twisted. I have more dogfighting experience than perhaps everyone in this hangar, except your other instructor. I am your instructor. I know what I'm talking about. If you don't take me seriously just because I'm younger, I will pull you from this mission myself. Now. Let's get this dogfighting show on the road." I monologued, nodding off to Maverick who took over to explain the drills we were to go over.

I walked back to Hondo, the two admirals to oversee this mission long gone, and I placed my aviators back on my face. My gaze lingered on Jake, as I watched blond listen to Maverick intently. He tried to hide the fact that he kept glancing over at me. Captain Mitchell then decided it was best to separate everyone up, determining who was going first on the dogfighting practice.

The black haired male interrupted the line of sight I had on the blond lieutenant, as I shifted my gaze to the Captain. "Well Pete, it's good to see you again." I smirked as he nodded at me.

"Likewise, Cobra. Viper would've been proud of you," he smiled, patting me on my shoulder as I could only offer a somber, nostalgic smile on my face at the mention of my grandfather's name. I nodded, as he continued, "I want you in the break room with the Lieutenants. Point out any flaws you notice in their dogfighting when they go against me." He smiled.

"Alright. And thank you, Mav. He would've been proud of you too." I responded, patting the pilot on the shoulder before following the Lieutenants to the break room. Everyone passed by, but Hangman decided to hang back and hold the door open. "Thank you." I acknowledged, not letting my gaze drift to him as I took my sunglasses and pinned them to my shirt.

"Metcalf." He spoke, the door closing behind him as he stepped inside. I froze, turning back to look at Jake. 

"Sorry?" I mused, quirking my eyebrow as he met my eyes.

"Your last name." He winked, alluding to this morning before walking into the break room. I huffed, and couldn't help smiling to myself, shaking my head as I followed him.

#top gun maverick #top gun #maverick #hangman #viper #jake sersin #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #top #gun #hang #man

[meeeeeeese]

Back in the old times

A look at Zerek's life as a primus, back before the personal story began. In which Zerek has a sparring session with his most difficult, and most successful student.

(August belongs to @commanderhorncleaver go check him out, I command you)

Zerek stood in the training yard, sword and shield at the ready, looking out through his armoured facemask at his young charge. Across from him his apprentice, a pale yellow furred charr with a flowing reddish-brown mane dressed in a soot grey ash legion uniform, one that had clearly been altered to be far more revealing of his legs and chest. Zerek narrowed his eyes, the cub was showing off, again. His apprentice gave him a cocky smile.

"What are we waiting for old man, let’s get going already"

He stood in a slouched position, playfully leaning on his staff waiting for the sparring to begin.

Zerek growled,

"we're getting started as soon as you assume a proper stance Augustus" Zerek Replied gruffly.

August rolled his eyes,

"Whatever you say old man" and he dropped into a battle stance, staff held in a defensive position. It was sloppy, but if Zerek waited for anything better, they might be there until after dinner. Zerek sighed, better get things started then.

"This match will continue until one of us is at the other's mercy. Use the spells I taught you, and don't involve bystanders. You won't always have weak minded souls around you to fight in your stead."

"Urgh, fine whatever. Let's go then!" And Augustus sprang into action, the tip of his staff blazing with crackling purple light as he swept it along the ground, unleashing a phantasmal wave of energy that swept across the sandy soil like a tidal wave. Zerek took a step forward, holding out his shield, ready to defend himself. Just before it struck, Zerek dashed into the wave, projecting a bubble of frozen time from his shield to break through the torrent of magic. As he emerged from the wave, Zerek called out to August,

"What was that supposed to accomplish? You know damn well such a diffuse attack won't penetrate my defences”.

But as he scanned the battlefield August wasn't anywhere to be seen, a distraction then. Still, wasteful if all he wanted to do was break line of sight, kicking up a cloud of dust would accomplish the same thing. Anticipating an imminent attack, Zerek plunged his sword into the ground and quickly drew a glowing circle into the soil. He concentrated for a moment and the glowing image of a well of precognition formed beneath him, a ticking sound echoed in his ears as time unwound before him. August would attack... -NOW! Zerek dodged to the right as his apprentice appeared from nothing and unleased a blast of telekinetic force that hurtled past the older mesmer, missing him and smashing into the far wall. Zerek quickly spun to face August and leapt at his apprentice, lunging with his blade forward. August quickly teleported backward, leaving a illusory copy behind that was rent in two as Zerek landed and slashed at the clone. At the same time a phantasmal copy of the mesmer emerged and lunged at the real August, who was readying another spell. August deflected the phantasm's blade with a burst of telekinetic power, crushing the illusion in his psychic grip. As the phantasm dissipated, there was a flash of purple and August spun around as Zerek blinked forward, ready to strike. August tried to dodge, but off-balance from the phantasmal assault, he was grazed by his master's blade leaving a bleeding gash in his side. Zerek drew back to land the finishing blow and August snarled as his eyes lit up and power swelled up within him. Just as Zerek's sword was about to find its mark, August unleashed the magic. A swirling vortex of agitated ether erupted from him, a crackling chaos storm of immense power that blasted his master back. As Zerek got back on his feet August growled,

"You're not gonna beat me that easily."

And chaos magic burst from his hands, tendrils of opalescent violet magic streaking from his outstretched paws. But they didn't fly towards Zerek, instead shooting across the yard to where another warband was training. Half a dozen charr froze momentarily as they were struck, then like puppets on a string, they jerkily started charging at Zerek.

He growled; would the cub never learn? Zerek focused for a moment as crackling violet magic enveloped him. Chaos magic was inherently destabilising to the fabric of space-time, and with the proper technique one could- Zerek plunged his mind into the timestream, draining out his power to form a rift, a nigh imperceptible anchor to which he could return. Then, he raced forward towards the oncoming charr, their eyes blank and stained with August's magic. Zerek's form blurred as he ran, splitting off into clones to pursue his errant apprentice.

Projecting another protective etheric shell from his shield as the mindjacked charr mobbed him, savagely battering the shield bubble as they mindlessly attempted to attack Zerek. While the shield held, Zerek quickly performed a small flourish with his blade, swirling it in a small circle that, following the movements of the blade, formed itself on the ground. The well of calamity sprang to life as the hands of an eroding phantasmal clock materialized in the centre of the well.

Temporal energy lashed out at the soldiers, their weapons rusted in their paws and their fur greyed out as the weight of history pressed down on them. But just as the well's power reached its zenith, Zerek's concentration was broken by a luminous barrage of iridescent chaos magic that shattered his shielding and smashed into his arm, burning and shocking and freezing all at once. Glancing at where the blow came from Zerek saw August, keeping easily ahead of the clones in pursuit, his staff ablaze with swirling chaos magic. And as August readied another blast, the mindjacked warband started climbing back onto their feet with awkward, jerky motions, newly aged teeth bared. As August fired another salvo of chaos blasts they lunged, and just before their fangs found their mark, Zerek thrust his sword upwards as the sound of distorted ticking filled the air, and he invoked his ultimate magic. An iridescent bubble formed around Zerek and the charr mobbing him. As the time warp took hold everything seemed to slow down, the mind controlled charr's movements rapidly decelerated, as if they were moving through a sea of molasses. And as their seconds stretched out into minutes, Zerek's was compressed into the milliseconds. He easily weaved out of the way of the charr, as if he were taking a stroll along the riverbank. Giving a thought to August's oncoming barrage, Zerek manifested a shield-wielding phantasm as he moved, ready to deflect the oncoming fire. Outside the bubble of altered time, August turned his attention to the clones on his tail, he knew there was no point trying to attack Zerek during that magic. He sidestepped their attacks as a beam of amethystine energy popped them one after another. No matter, they had done their duty, August was almost in position. Inside the time warp, Zerek knelt down at the now inactive well of calamity, transmuting its function, and reactivating it. The phantasmal image of the eroding clock repaired itself, and good as new, it began to tick backwards, undoing the damage of Zerek's assault and the lingering influence of August's mind control. Satisfied that the charr would suffer no lasting harm, Zerek glanced at his apprentice. August stood a good ten paces away, readying his next attack right next to Zerek's continuum rift. A small smile formed on Zerek's face, "Perfect" he thought to himself as he reached back through time to his anchor point, grasped hold of it with his mind, and tugged. From Zerek's perspective, the world shattered into glass and fell away, and he fell, a disembodied mind tumbling through a kaleidoscopic sea of infinite incomprehensible visions of the possible and the impossible before finally emerging back into reality, his body just as it was, refreshed and standing next to a very surprised looking August. August tried to blink away, but Zerek was faster. Without a moment's hesitation he activated the time warp again, and August's nigh instant spell casting stretched into the minutes. Zerek readied his blade, his form blurred as he struck again and again, cutting grazing wounds in August's side, legs and arms before a final blow went straight for August's neck, stopping mere milliseconds before a skewering could take place. Time returned to normal, but the two charr were still locked in place, Zerek's sword placed firmly against August's neck. After a moment so long, it felt like the time warp as still in place, Zerek sheathed his sword and raised his faceplate. August didn't need visual confirmation to see, but Zerek looked very disappointed in him.

"First, once again you relied solely on the raw magic you can bring to bear, using NONE of the spells I've taught you to your advantage. Secondly you broke one of my ONLY rules and attempted to have your lessers fight for you, and thirdly you were so focused on your own magic you neglected to pay attention to your opponents, you should know to pay attention to my chronomancy now, Augustus. It should be obvious, but you fail."

Behind Zerek the thoroughly dazed charr began to rise to their feet, coming to their senses they focused in on August, a look of fury on their faces.

Zerek continued, "Now, get out of my sight and reflect on what you can do better. I'd suggest you do so fast, I won't be helping if your victims catch up to you”.

August, still battered from the sparring match, opened his mouth to say something but, for once, wisely thought better of it and without a word he teleported away.

#Zerek Mindrend #moose oc posting #chronomancy is fun to write #Augustus Silverhorn #Horncleaver has a followup fic featuring a significantly more compentent August I'll link to it ASAP

[forgwater]

Your Turn Now

(general) Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

part 2 part-1 part-3 part 4 part 5

gender neutral reader

1518 words

tag: @anonima-2

warning: long descriptions, the word 'suicide' is mentioned, feel kinda enemies to lovers, this got kinda sad for a bit, also gives off slow-burn vibes, I think tried a bit of comedy too

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Well... if he's there, you'll just have to pay him back for your last meeting.

So, to come up with a plan. For some reason the fae don't seem to know there are humans here yet; maybe they've grown cocky. Whatever it is, this is good. You'll use this to your advantage. Unfortunately, the small bit of cover you have now won't be enough for too long, especially if they send scouts.

After a bit of thinking you all gather in a circle; and you are the first to speak. You made up your mind. You're not running away again. So you begin your speech:

"Whoever wants to leave, shall leave. I have a plan... might be suicide, but at least we would have tried something. The closest troops to ourselves are way too far to be warned in time, even if we all go, there is a good chance the fae will pick us all off. So, to whoever decides to stay and follow me, let's show the enemy what we're made of!" and with a few "aye's" you explain your plan.

The fae may outnumber you, but if your idea works, that won't matter much. So, let's get to work! You don't have time to send a scout, it would be too risky. You'll have to create some diversions, and sneak into enemy territory.

The goal?

Simple.

Capture their General

.......

Crouch low to the ground and make as little sound as humanly possible. This is the advice you send some of your comrades off with, though it applies for you as well.

'I have iron.' you say to yourself, as you get closer to the campsite. To infiltrate their territory, you'll have to overwhelm their senses. This is the best you have. While they are scrambling because of the new stimuli, you'll make your move. Head to the most important looking tent and hope for the best.

As your other groups start the fires, rock throwing, screaming and running, scaring the wildlife into a frenzy as well as sending most of the fae into action; you and a few others make your move. You weave through the supplies and tents, weapons at the ready. You hide in the slight shadows and behind anything and everything, you concentrate, you have to give this your best-... and then you see him.

And then you see him.

Clad in clothes that denote importance, eyes narrowed as he seems to be arguing with someone, another man, a fae, he wears very similar clothes to the former. They must be of the same rank. You'll have to wait for them to separate; you can't fight them both at once.

And while you wait, hidden and quite, you can't keep your eyes off him. Ugh! Just why did he have to be so damn handsome?! to hell with those thoughts! There- the second man just left, now when his back's turned, now... now's your chance! so you give the command and the man to your right follows.

Quick as the wind he charges at the red-eyed fae, and even though he's caught off guard he manages to dodge the blade, but not entirely. There's a small cut to his torso and blood is starting to flow from the wound. He grits his teeth, obviously in pain as he lets out a small 'tsk', it must feel like burning because of the iron. He takes out his sword and lounges for an attack.

And then an arrow, burning as if it's just been taken off the coals, embeds into his shoulder, he gasps and falters, surprised and angry- fire and iron must be a hellish combination. It would seem the stories about warding off the fae with red hot pokers are to be believed. Then a dagger is added to the mix and the beautiful man before barely stands, almost collapsed, stubbornly trying to get back up as he takes shallow breaths.

You kneel before him, bringing a torch towards him; he slightly flinches away from the heat... you feel your heart heavy, your stomach's tied in knots, you don't like this one bit; it pains you to see him like this, and it pains you even more because you're the one that caused the stated he's in now.

It's your turn to feel the guilt now.

You remember the look in his eyes that day... do you have the same one in yours?

You look at him; and he looks at you, eyes exhausted, before they light in recognition and surprise and then confusion; didn't he kill you? is this just a coincidence?

"I know..." you say and he seems to understand you, though he's slightly glaring now.

"All's fair in war..." his voice comes out raspy, barely above a whisper. "...and now you're going to try to kill m-"

"Oh, we're going to kill you alright; for all the carnage you've done!" one of you companions snarls.

"We're not going to kill him." is your response, it shocks both your companions and the fae, but before they say anything you continue "Grab him and let's go before the others find us... and before he bleeds out." and then the fae man gets hoisted on one of your comrades shoulder, just like a sack of potatoes; he lets out a grunt, the accumulated wounds will take quite a while to heal you suppose.

......

....

You've managed to get out of the fae camp quite successfully; only two lost to the enemy, however you don't know how the other side fared, though they did lose someone important. Unfortunately you still don't know his rank, but you'll find that out when he wakes up; for now you'll have to stop and patch him up.

You decided to stop next to water, five minutes to catch your breaths and fix the wounded, no more; you're still not out of danger completely. You'll walk for as long as you can and then find a place to camp. You'll question the fae then, and you'll head for the closest troops next.

While by the water you take a look at him, his clothes are dirtied with mud and blood, not unlike your first meeting. His hair, although disheveled, is still black as the darkest abyss, yet you wouldn't mind losing yourself in it. His... eyes are closed for now, but his eyebrows are scrunched.

Your eyes get drawn to the horrible shackles around his wrists and ankles, it makes your stomach churn, but it is for everyone's safety; you can't risk it, you can't risk anything, not when you've come this far.

You dressed his wounds and yet the metallic smell of blood still lingers, clinging stubbornly to your senses. There is a groan and you instantly turn towards the fae. He stirs slightly and then he opens his eyes, half lidded and tired. He opens his mouth next.

"...guess I kind of deserved that.." he finishes his sentence with a 'heh' before he resumes "Could I have some water, my throat's quite dry..." damn it, even his voice is attractive, this has to be a curse! There's no other explanation for this!

Looking at him, you carefully hand him your waterskin.

"Don't pull any tricks..." you warn.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he lets out a satisfied 'ahh' as he hands back the container.

"... You know..." he begins "You've managed quite the feat in capturing me, I'll give you that, but don't count on me staying your captive for long." There's a warning in his voice and a challenge in his eyes, he want to see what you can do.

...Well, you suppose you'll have to show him then, no? So, you give into his game.

"And what makes you so special then?" you look him straight in the eyes, a slight smirk plays on your lips. He mirrors you, the corners of his mouth turning upwards, his garnet eyes no longer tired, instead they glim with mischief and as he brings his face closer to yours and almost whispers:

"You managed to capture a general, dear! General Vanrouge at your service, though I don't seem to have much of a choice." he brings his shacked hands in front of him and slightly leans back.

...he looks like such a bastard with that look on his face, sarcastic and full of himself. Your falter slightly, and you feel your cheeks grow warm. Oh, curse the Seven for cursing you with this mess and these feelings, oh, how you wish to just scream already.

Then the general gets hoisted to his feet... and then over one of your companion's shoulder... again.

"Hey! Careful there!" the fae snaps at the man. "I haven't completely recovered yet, you know!" the man groans and sighs in return, mumbling under his breath "...we need you alive not completely healed..." and then he starts walking, gesturing for you to follow. "I heard that!" comes another complaint from the general.

....Something tells you this is going to be one hell of a trip, now with general Vanrouge in the mix.

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Masterlist

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #lilia x y/n #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst reader insert #lilia twst #lilia twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland lilia #disney twst #gender neutral reader #lilia vanrouge x you

[archersxartxblog]

Master post

I'm at home sick, (just a cold) so I figured to get this chapter done ^^

I'm really glad people are enjoying this little au of mine. a lot of the comments I've been getting on AO3 have been very sweet ^^

we've still got a little bit too go, before work on the next fics in the series can begin.

anyway next chapter, we've off to the first lake.

Chapter 23

They stopped moving once they were well out of the human settlement. Breathing hard as they hide behind a large rock formation.

That had worked out better than he thought it would.

"That was reckless, you know." The other Zoroark hissed, looking back at him. "You're lucky Zisu caught on to your little plan, or Emmet would have been down one pokemon." She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head. "And after that little stunt, he and his pack will need all the help they can get. The Commander is probably going to come at them full force."

"As if. I doubt he could even get past your human with how Mama Ursaluna she is with the twins." Zoroark cackled at the thought. "Let alone be able to stand against my human. And don't get me started on the Warden and his mini Warden."

The female sighed and shook her head. "Don't Get Cocky, you don't know the commander." She then turned away from them, back towards the village. "I have to get back to Zisu. You should get back to your human as well."

Zoroark watched as she dashed off, snorting at the warning as he turned towards the two Zorua.

"Did we do good brother?" Blue asked, gold eyes looking up at him. 

"We did just as you said." Red backed up their sibling. "That human was so scared."

"Very scared!"

"You promised that if we did good we'd get to meet your humans"

“Yes. Take us to the humans.”

Zoroark grinned, closing his eyes and rubbing at his chin, pretending to be in thought. "I did say that, didn’t I? Hm…I don’t know. Your illusions weren’t exactly spot on.” he snickered as the two Zorua howled in protest at this.

“Not fair, Not fair!”

“Big Brother is being mean!”

“How are we supposed to get our illusions right if we’ve never seen the humans before?”

“We did them just the way you showed us!”

“Sorry, but those are the breaks kids” Zoroark shrugged as he continued to tease his young siblings. “Blue you were supposed to be the mini warden, and he doesn’t smile.”

“Oh yeah, Oops.”

“And Red you were supposed to be my Emmet, and he sneezes like a Glameow. I’m pretty sure the whole village heard you.”

“But it was dusty”

“And both of you had your tails hanging out at one point or another.”

To this, both the Zorua lowered their heads in embarrassment and this only made the older fox want to laugh louder.

It was funny, they were probably the only members of his old pack interested in humans, and they had actively searched for him when word had gotten out that he had been hanging around humans. 

They had pestered him none stop wanting to hear all about his Emmet and his new pack, and if Zoroark was being honest he might have hyped them up a bit. But he felt that if there was anything worth hyping up it was Emmet and his new pack.

The two kind of reminded him of the twins in a way.

Looking back at his siblings he chuckled and placed a paw on the tuff of each of their heads. “But you two still did well, that Human alpha will probably think twice before messing with my pack again. So how about a rain check on that meeting, hm?” he gestured toward the bleeding sky with his head. “Maybe when the sky is back to normal.” 

The two Zorua exchanged looks, glancing toward the sky themselves before nodding. “Okay. but you have to promise.”

“I promise, now get back to the pack before they start freaking out.” Zoroark nodded, standing up straight. “I have to go find my human before he thinks I abandon him or something.” Sinnoh, Emmet must have noticed he was gone by now, the poor pup’s probably freaking out.

With that, the two took off back toward the Icelands and Zoroark ran back toward the Highlands with the hope of finding some clue as to where the Warden and the twins were. With any luck, they had left the tent for somewhere safe.

He had heard the Mini Warden freak out when the sky had gone red, so there was no doubt that they already knew there was a problem.

Really, Zoroark hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. he’d popped out of his Pokeball for a spot of hunting. maybe get a nice Stantler for the Warden to cook over a fire, the pups could always use a bit more meat on their bones so they didn’t end up as skinny as their dad.

But then the Sky had gone red and he had received a message from someone that he just couldn’t ignore. 

It was hard to believe that the Alpha of the Galaxy Humans had planned on going after his humans, but Zoroark had witnessed it for himself. For some reason, that was beyond Zoroark, the Human Alpha thought that Sneasler’s Warden and his pack were responsible for the sky turning red. Even banished a member of his pack based on what Zoroark had seen earlier.

Some Humans would never learn it seems.

But Zoroark had made sure that Alpha had paid the price.

And it had been easy too.

the man basically had his worse fears at the forefront of his mind at all times. At least when he use to hunt Sneasler’s Warden he had to dig a bit. No, this guy had handed him a weapon to use against him.

But now that the threat had been taken care of, for now at least, he needed to get back to Emmet.

He just hoped the boy wouldn’t be too upset with him for taking off like that.

Maybe he’d hunt something good as an apology for making him worry.

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“The Space-time rift is said to be a portal to innumerable other dimensions… In one such realm, far and further still from ours, dwells Almighty Sinnoh.” The woman in black stated as she and Akari made their way into her tent, Volo having left a while ago to try and gather information on what Kamado had planned with the Warden and the twins, leaving the two alone.

“Almighty Sinnoh? Like the one from the Pearl clan or the Diamond clan?” Akari asked as she ducked through the opening, taking a moment to admire the interior of Cogita’s tent.

“The expanse from antiquity to eternity and the expanse to all sides, above and below…time traces the path we tread from here and now into the future… while space yawns all-encomassingly, surrounds us in every direction.” the woman nodded, stopping in front of the large bed, and turning to face her with a soft smile. “You see, it don’t you? The two together, time and space, comprise all creation-the universe. How can one claim that either is greater than the other, as those two clans do?”

“Well yeah, they’re inseparable.” Akari nodded smiling sadly. “Kind of like my friends. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one without the other.” Arceus she hoped Kamado was not so cruel as to forcefully separate those two.

“Ah, yes. The two unovan boys belonging to the time-lost warden of the Pearl clan you mentioned. Twins, correct?” Cogita smiled when the teen nodded. “Yes, I believe they would know a thing or two about not putting one force being greater than the other.” the woman gave a soft chuckle before continuing. “But then again, maybe the truth is clearer to wanderers like yourself and them-ones whom have known other ages.”

“Wait, You know about-”

“Now listen, Lost one.” Cogita cut her off before she could ask anything else. “Here is what you must do. Hisui holds three lakes of great importance-Lake Verity, Lake Valor and Lake Acuity. At each dwells a Pokemon said to embody one aspect of the mind. Complete the trials each one will set you, and bare their gifts to the Shrouded Ruins. There you may receive the Red chain. With it, perhaps you can the worlds together.”

“The…Red Chain?” a shiver ran up the teen’s spine at the mention of that particular item, memories of a few years ago of her encounter with team Galatic, and their boss’s plan to create a whole new world. But she quickly shook that off in favour of the other half of what the Woman had said. “Wait, you said it would bind the world? So, you mean it won’t close the rift?” she had thought that was the whole point of this mission, to fix the sky and close the rift to keep anything else from coming through.

“Sadly, I know the old words and what they bid us do. How true they are isn’t mine to know. But regardless of their truth, I am bound to pass them on.” Cogita shook her head with a sigh, so she didn’t know how the Red chain fit into all this either, just that this was what they needed to do. “How callous of my ancestors-to leave their legends to their children without a single thought to the hardship it would cause them. But…here we are.” she looked back at Akari, her head slightly tilted. “You know your duty, and you’ll do it. Won’t you?”

As if she had much of a choice. If she ever wanted to provide her innocence and free her Uncle and his sons, she had to go through with this plan. Wasn’t like any of them could go home if the world ended, in the past. “Of course. Not like I can do much else.”

To this Cogita smiled down at her, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “There is  Nobility in knowing what must be done and seeing to it.”

“Bra!” 

All eyes looked towards the door of the tent, upon hearing the sound of a pokemon cry just outside.

“What was that cry? Have we now a lost Pokemon as well as a lost child?” Cogita questioned before looking back at Akari. “Do see to it, Please.”

With a slight shrug, Akari exited the tent, and there in the doorway, floating only a few feet from the ground was a little Abra holding a folded piece of paper in its claws. Slowly, the normally sleeping pokemon looked up at her, holding out the paper for her to take, teleporting toward Miss Cogita’s workbench once she had it in hand.

Confused, Akari opened the letter, reading it over carefully.

“Akari

If you are reading this, then that means you have found somewhere safe and that Abra was able to locate you.

I have ensured that you will have all that you need, should you require any of your pokemon from the pastures then Abra will simply teleport them to you as you need. 

Focus on the task at hand, and don’t die.

-Captain Cyllene”

Looking up from the paper, Akari quickly looked back at the Abra and then back at the letter. A small smile slowly crept across her face.

So this was Captain Cyllene’s Abra?

Maybe, She could do this after all.

“Hello, Hello! I see we have an Abra joining us! Where did you teleport in from little fellow?” looking toward the entrance Akari was able to spot Volo walking back through the entrance of the retreat, a big smile on his face as he looked toward the Abra, then back at Akari. “Was it holding that letter then? Good tidings I hope!”

Akari smiled, nodding. “Yeah, looks like the Galaxy team hasn’t completely abandoned me.” 

“Good!” the merchant grinned, coming to a stop in front of her. “So, did Mistress Cogita tell you what the plan is.”

“Hm.” the teen nodded once more, folding up the letter from the captain and putting it in her satchel. “We’re to visit the three lakes, get the gifts from the guardians, and forge the Red Chain.”

“Hm, doesn’t sound like a very easy task-that’s for sure,” the Merchant hummed, pressing his finger to his chin in thought. “It sure would be wonderful to have a kind soul who might help us out…” the thoughtful look slowly transformed into a sneaky grin, one that if Akari didn’t know the merchant as well as she did she might have thought it suspicious. “Good thing I found us some!” Volo threw his hand out towards the entrance to the retreat. “Look who I found wandering the Highlands!”

“Wha-”

Akari could only watch as people started to enter the ancient retreat.

At first, it was just Lord Adamad and Lady Irida, which was already surprising enough. After being rejected by both Lian and Mai, Akari had feared that the clans too had abandoned her if only to avoid war with the Galaxy team. But for both clan leaders to be here meant that she was wrong in her assessment. 

“Quite the opportunist, aren’t you, Volo? Such a consummate guild merchant.” Irida huffed as she stepped through the threshold, shaking her head. “Luckily we were already planning on helping Akari out, anyway.”

“I’ve managed to reassure my people for now. The wardens are keeping a close eye on their nobles, too. Seems all’s quiet for the moment. And so…here we are!” Adaman added hands on his hips. “But still…we’ll never get away with openly aiding you.”

“Despite the many…slights…the commander has made toward my clan, if we undermine the commander’s direct orders, revelations would grow…strained. Prephase more so than they already are.” Irida hissed, her words bitter and for good reason, Akari could only imagine what kind of position the Pearl clan leader was in right now.

“Long Story short: we want to help but without drawing attention, so it’ll just be one of us. Me or her-it’s up to you. Though the answer should be obvious.” the Diamond clan leader explained, crossing his arms and giving her a slight smile.

Akari looked at the two leaders in awe, they were really going to help her. They were willing to go against the commander’s orders, if sneakily, just to help her. But…

She looked over to Irida, she couldn’t possibly choose the leader of the Pearl clan. The young woman was already under enough pressure, and with Ingo and the twins currently jailed by the commander, things could be disastrous if Irida was caught helping her. She couldn’t risk her Uncle’s life like that.

“I-I guess I have to choose-”

“Wait!”

Akari stopped herself midsentence to look over at Irida, as the Pearl clan leader called for her attention. 

“Before you pick, please allow me a chance to do as you have done with our honoured nobles and quell your worries.” the young woman in pink stepped aside, giving Akari a gentle smile. “Adaman and I found them in the Highlands, they were quite worried about you when they heard of your banishment.”

The teen looked from the Pearl clan leader to the entrance of the retreat, only now realizing she could hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Akari!”

“Akari, Akari.”

She wasn’t sure which one of them reached her first, only that they had run into her hard enough to force her to take half a step back to not to fall over. But when the second one tackled her, all three of them tumbled to the ground.

“Akari! Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he? Lady Irida told us you were banished because the Commander guy thought you turned the sky red! But-but that’s not possible! There’s no way to prove you even have that kind of power! It doesn’t make sense!” Lil Ingo rambled on, words shooting out of his mouth so fast that Akari worried that he might start going blue in the face. his pitch continuing to go up with every word that it was starting to make her ears hurt. But at the same time, she was worried that Emmet was trying to snap her in half, with the tight grip he had on her waist, perhaps a strange kind of punishment for upsetting his twin.

Her mind was moving in slow-motion, refusing to accept what was in front of her. Constantly telling her that this was nothing more than a dream, that a pokemon had put her to sleep not long after she'd been kicked from the village. 

That or she was completely losing her mind.

After all, what were the chances of Volo finding her and bringing her to the one person who knew the solution? 

What were the chances of Adaman and Irida coming to aid her and risk war with The Galaxy team? 

And what were the chances of Irida finding the twins in the highlands, when Akari herself had seen them be dragged away by Kamado’s men?

She knew this had all been too good to be true.

"Akari?" She looked at Lil Ingo, the boy looking back at her with worry. His face still carried the same bruises that it had the last time she saw him, though his hair stuck up at odd angles like he had been rushed out of bed. "It's okay, Akari. You don't have to do this alone, this time."

"Don't cry Akari." She could barely hear Emmet's as he spoke into her shoulder.

She was happy to see them, safe and sound, free of whatever cage Kamado had them in. She didn't want this to end, didn't want to wake up alone in the Feildlands again with only Shinx to pity her.

But she had to… 

If she continued to dream then the twins and their father would be trapped, never able to return home, and she would never be able to fix the sky.

Maybe…maybe she could use the plan from this dream, maybe Arceus was trying to show her something.

She squeezed her eyes shut and hugged the twins tightly, trying to will herself to wake up. "Don't worry, I'll get you guys out." She muttered as she fought back more tears.

"Akari?"

She didn't dare open her eyes to see which one was speaking. She couldn't risk being pulled any deeper into the dream.

"Miss Akari."

A new voice joined in, deep and rumbling. Akari had to fight to keep from letting out a gross sob at the sound of her uncle's voice, yet still, she refused to open her eyes. Not wanting to see what cruel image her mind might have conjured up.

"No…this isn't real." She whispered, curling in on the twins. 

"Miss Akari…is real, I promise you." the voice spoke once again, closer, softer, she could picture the old warden kneeling behind her. “I assure you, this is all real. What would ever make you think it isn’t?”

Still, she refused to open her eyes. why couldn’t see she just wake up? 

Akari shook her head, “Because I saw you.” she whimpered. “The three of you, they had you in chains. They led you away.”

A hand came down and rested on her shoulder, the pressure and weight enough to cause the teen to open her eyes and look at the man kneeling in front of her. His slightly glowing silver eyes stared worryingly into hers. “Akari, while I am sure you saw something, I can assure you that it was not us. We have been at the Fable Springs since very early this morning, trying to set up a station.” The Warden reached out with his other hand and ran his calloused thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears and brushing the hair out of her face. 

Finally, her brain started to kick in, and the haze started to lift, as she started to take in all the little details that her mind refused to take in a few minutes before. 

The roughness of her Uncle’s hands from years in the mountains.

The Weight of the twins sitting on her.

The scratchiness of Emmet’s uneven hair pressed against the side of her neck.

The feeling of the plush Pearl clan tunic under her hand.

The feeling of the cold ground and the stiffness in her legs from being pinned there for so long.

Slowly, she let go of the twins, reaching out toward her uncle. The hug was awkward and Akari was pretty sure the twins got a little crushed in the process, but they didn’t complain and Akari found herself enjoying the warmth that came from her little-found family.

“Well I hate to break up this little touching moment, we still have a job to do and I don’t think we have a whole lot of time to waste.” Adaman's voice cut through the moment, bringing Akari further back into reality.

"Honesty, Adaman. Interrupting the sharing of space is quite rude." She heard Irida huff. "Even if I am inclined to agree with you."

Right, they had an audience.

Carefully, Akari released her hold on her Uncle as the man pulled away and the twins started to get off of her. "Y-yeah, you're right, sorry." She muttered, drying her eyes as she got to her feet. "Wh-what were we doing?"

"You were about to pick which Clan leader you want to help us out," Volo answered, his eyes cast toward the sky like he was doing his best not to look at anyone. 

"Oh, right," Akari nodded and dusted herself off before facing the clan leaders. 

Now that the worry of putting more pressure on Irida was gone, she was able to honestly decide on who she wanted with her. And as much as she liked Adaman, he tended to be a bit more on the impatient side of this.

So her choice would have to be…

"I choose Lady Irida." Her choice was totally not influenced by the fact that Irida had just given her Uncle back, nope, not at all.

"Of course you chose me! I was the one who got you what you needed when you first set out to quell Lord Kleavor. You and I made his balms together." The young clan leader smiled knowingly, avoiding looking over at her diamond clan counterpart.

"Yep, that's the reason." Akari kind of felt bad, but if anything, with all the crap the Commander has put her through Irida, was probably biting at the bit for some form of payback.

"Just what I would expect from you, Akari. You made the right choice. You won’t regret it.” Irida cheered, causing Adaman to roll his eyes.

“So, then, the leftover leader will…?” Volo started only to be cut off when Adman scoffed at his words.

“Leftover? Think again.” the blue-haired man crossed his arms as he glared at the merchant. “Akari trusts me enough to leave the tough job to me alone. I’ll be keeping an eye on the commander, so I can let you all know if anything happens.” Adaman turned toward her and Irida, hands on his hips. “ All right, Irida…You and Akari…” the energy seemed to drain out of him as his disappointment started to build. “Well, You two do what needs doing.”

“Of course, of course…and the lucky chosen one comes with us to the lakes.” Volo chuckled, waving the Diamond clan leader off as he walked over toward her and Irida. “We can fill you in on the details as we go.” 

“We’re coming too!”

“What?!” 

All eyes turned to look over at the twins, seeming to cause Lil Ingo a bit of embarrassment at having drawn much attention, but he didn’t seem to back down. “We’re coming too!”

“Ah… no! you’re not!'' The retort came out of the teen’s mouth quickly, maybe sounding a little meaner than she meant it but still. “This is going to be dangerous.”

“So?!” Emmet shot back.

"Didn't we just discuss earlier how the Commander is looking to have you and your father arrested?" Volo cut in, "he might have been tricked earlier. But sooner or later he will figure it out and come after you two." 

Akari watched as Emmet's confidence quickly melted away, being replaced by fear and she could see her Uncle start to take a more aggressive stance. Confused by this the teen turned to see the Merchant basically looming over her and by extension the twins. Maybe she'd have to talk to him about this before her Uncle went all Papa Luxray on Volo. They didn't need to intimate the twins to get their point across.

"And!?" But unlike his brother Lil Ingo stood his ground, meeting the merchant's eye with a determined frown. "So what are we supposed to do? Hide here while everyone else does all the work? What makes this place any safer than anywhere else in Hisui? If the commander really wants to lock us up this place is no safer than our tent back in the highlands. He'll find this place." The kid paused for a moment, looking from Volo to Akari. "Besides, he already thinks we're working with Akari, he'd be a fool to try and challenge all of us if he thinks we have the power to change the sky." He'd come a long way from that shy boy Akari had met back in Jubilife village nearly two months ago. 

Akari shook her head, and looked up at her Uncle, hoping that he might cut in and set his kids back on the 'right track'. Even if his eldest did have a point. "Uncle Ingo, tell them it's too dangerous."

But the Warden smiled at her, adjusting his hat slightly. "I am sorry Akari, but there is no switch to this track." He bowed his head slightly and shook his head. "While I agree these tracks are dangerous, I see no other route. Yes, we could hide away, but a train can run the risk of disrepair if it never leaves the yard."

"Translation…" Emmet smiled up at her.

"We're coming with you." Lil Ingo finished.

A harsh sigh escaped Akari's lips as she accepted defeat. "Guess I've been outvoted." yet still she couldn’t help but smile. As much as she worried about the twins getting hurt, yet at the same time, it made her feel better knowing that they would be right by her side, and she wouldn’t have to wonder if they were okay while she was out saving the world…again. Besides, they were capable trainers, just like she had been at their age.

Even if Volo didn’t seem too thrilled about them coming.

“Alright, you two can come along.” she finally agreed before looking back up at her Uncle. “And what about you Uncle? Are you coming as well?”

But The Warden just shook his head. “No, Gliscor and I will be returning to the Highlands to keep an eye on the Rift. I will endeavour to report my finding back should anything happen.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” As much as Akari wanted her adopted Uncle with her, she had to agree that someone should watch the rift. “Just be careful.”

“I will be sure to adhere to all safety protocols.”

The teen nodded, taking in a deep breath and looking towards the red sky. “We should get going then.”

“Yes, we should get moving!” Irida nodded, walking toward the exit but paused a step away and looked back at Akari. “I’d rather we walk this road together, but if the commander were to get wind of it, it would make things worse…I’ll meet you at whichever lake you choose!”

“We’ll travel with Akari then.” Lil Ingo added, looking over at Irida. “If travelling with Akari would be bad for you then travelling with us could be just as bad. And as I said, he probably expects us to be working together anyway.”

To this Irida nodded her thanks, and waited by the entrance for Akari to make her choice.

The teen hummed in thought as she tried to decide which of the three lakes would be the best to head to, but in the end, the choice was obvious.“We should just get the Lake by Jubilife out of the way. So let's head to Lake Verity.”

—

Cogita watched as the group of visitors slowly dissipated out of her little retreat.

Lord Adaman was the first to leave, followed by the time-lost Warden, then the Lady of the Pearl clan, and finally the lost child Akari and the Warden’s two ‘children’, leaving only Volo and herself behind.

It had been interesting to watch, the ‘Merchant’ had been silently seething ever since the altercation between him and the two boys. Volo had been able to hide his anger from everyone else but to Cogita it was as clear as day.

Was he really that upset that the boys would be going with them?

Of as there another reason?

A smile slowly spread across Cogita’s lips as she stepped forward. “What’s wrong dear?” she questioned looking over the ‘Merchant’ as she stood next to him. “Are you really that worried about their safety?” she hummed as she watched him closely.

No, that wasn’t it.

She remembered how he had stood over them, stance wide as he let his hat cast a shadow over his eyes as he glared down at the two boys while being out of Akari’s sight.

And yet, the ‘Merchant had faltered the moment he was challenged by the other boy.

Not surprising. After all, Baby dragons could only be scared until they realized they still had teeth.

“Or maybe your just upset that one of them called your bluff?” Cogita speculated aloud, barely flinching when the ‘Merchant’ suddenly turned toward her.

“I just don’t want them getting under Akari’s feet and getting hurt. We’re dealing with Legends here after all.” Volo shot back waving her off and plastering that ‘smile’ across his face once more. “Akari told me about them, and the three seem close. She would be heartbroken if anything happened to them.” he shook his head, hands on his hips as she shook his head. “Guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on them too.”

With that the ‘Merchant’ set off, heading towards the exit, off to meet Akari and the twins at the first lake.

“Be careful Baring your teeth at dragons dear, they tend to take it as a bit of a threat,” she called out as she watched him go.

The moment Volo was gone from her retreat, Cogita made her way toward her little table and pour herself another cup of tea. Her mind wandered back to the scene of conflict between the ‘Merchant’ and the twins, there had to be something more than a simple call of a bluff.

One of the boys seemed to be genuinely afraid of the man standing over them, enough so that the Time Lost Warden had almost stepped in. 

but that would mean the boy would need a reason to be afraid in the first place. 

A reason perhaps that was only known to the three of them.

Ah, Cogita was starting to see what was happening.

“Little dragon, indeed.”

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