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The Body Factory (sexclubowner!h)

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It’s been a long while since I posted here. I am still going strong on patreon with 4-5 one shots a month with anywhere from 8 to 14k words usually (sometimes more) + blurbs. I decided to released one of my new tropes, just part one on here and if it sounds good maybe consider joining for $3USD a month to read more parts of this and many others coming up!!!

prompt: yn doesn’t feel fufilled in her relationship and so her fiancé, Arthur, comes up with an idea to help but it doesnt turn out as either of them expected aka sex club owner!h

word count: 8k

warnings: under-negotiation, power play, mean h, choking, safeword, cheating but not really yet

🛑 there is a scene that could potentially be triggering so i am going to put a brief summary at the end of the fic if you’d like to check whether it’s a appropriate read for yourself. 🛑

Author’s Note: I have had this idea on my mind for months and have been so extremely excited to share it with you. It has really really been inspiring to me as I don’t have a trope like this. I hope you enjoy.

Arthur was nice.

Arthur was a safe choice.

It’s why when YN’s father introduced them, it didn’t really seem like an option to turn down the invitation to go out to dinner at the swankiest restaurant in town.

The date had been so incredibly unexciting that YN had no doubt that he would not ask for a second one.

They had nothing in common, the space was often filled with an awkward silence, and averted gazes to the walls or out the window next to their seating.

Arthur was nice.

Arthur was polite, he held the door and paid for the bill before walking her to her car with the chaste kiss to her cheek.

It absolutely boggled her mind when her father informed her the next day that Arthur had told her that he had an amazing time and was going to ask her for a second date in the next upcoming days.

YN hated the mere idea of disappointing her parents, she had already let them down enough with her career choice not to join the family business

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instead becoming neonatal nurse, despite that being a massive accomplishment, it wasn’t praised because she didn’t go to be a lawyer like both her mother and father.

It felt like most of the time she was on thin ice with her parents because of her education and career choice, even down to the car she drove (they thought it was too sporty and not practical enough) which left her in a precarious position.

She relied on them for help with her student loans.

YN was still trying to get her feet on the ground with her apartment landlord just bumping up her rent by nearly five-hundred pounds, her car note, among all the other things that came with being an adult that she wasn’t financially capable of managing yet.

Her parents agreed to pay for her school loans.

However, it came with silet threat of staying in their good gracious or they would cut her off at any moment, they had threatened it enough when she got into nursing school and informed them that she would be attending, she must have heard them threaten her inheritance half a million times.

Arthur was her ticket back into her parent’s limelight.

He was fresh out of law school but he was incredibly intelligent, good at what he did, and had multiple firms vying for him to join their legal council but he had chosen YN’s family’s business because of their well-known reputation.

Arthur came from old money, which had given him an extremely privileged life and a headstart into success as soon as he was born.

He was the great-grandson of an oil tycoon whom he had reaped the benefits ever since.

The second date happened, then the third, then the fourth.

No spark.

No chemistry.

Atleast on YN’s end because Arthur seemed happy as a clam in their relationship, he praised YN to anyone who would listen, and was consistently bragging about their life to anyone that would listen to him.

He was nice to her.

He remembered important dates, brought her flowers to work, and had dinner made when she walked in the door on nights that she worked late shifts and he got home before her.

Time passes and they celebrate their first year anniversary, then their second, then their third.

On the fourth was when he got down on one knee and professed his love to her in front of all their family and friends on Christmas Day at an extravagant party at his parent’s estate.

The diamond ring that he slid onto her finger was ridiculous, too big to not just be flaunting wealth, and it wasn’t a style that she liked but she lied and told him that she loved it.

There was an emptiness in her chest when he proposed, she was teary-eyed but she couldn’t determine whether it was from happiness or dread that she was going to spend the rest of her life with the man in front of her.

It wasn’t his fault in the slightest.

Arthur was just Arthur.

He lacked depth, there was nothing behind his twinkling brown eyes beside law, money, and judgement.

Arthur treated her nicely consistently, they barely ever fought, and he never raised his voice at her.

When he got frustrated, he just got an exasperated tone and took time to himself in his office until he had calmed down enough to talk.

But that was once in a blue moon.

They’ve never had a blow-out because he was so agreeable and accommodating.

That’s exactly what was missing from their relationship.

YN didn’t crave toxicity, not one bit, she wanted a healthy relationship with positive communication, understanding, and all the things that make that up.

YN did crave excitement, humor, sexual tension, and the type of relationship that kept her on her toes, got her adrenaline pumping and making her stomach turn in nervous knots because she didn’t always know what to expect out of her partner.

Arthur was as predictable as a clock, had no spontaneity up his sleeve, and his sense of humor was nonexistent.

YN had a partner that she’d been with in college named Klein.

He wasn’t the love of her life, not by a long shot, but he had been wild, on the edge of insane half-of-the-time, and always kept their relationship exciting.

He would show up at her part-time cafe job, with a fake excuse to her boss about a death in his family, and he needed her support.

When YN would walk out to his motorcycle with him, concerned about his grandmother’s death, he would only smile at her, inform her that his grandmother has been dead for fifteen years, and that he was going to take her on a hike to see a waterfall she’d mentioned wanting to see once in passing.

But then there was their sex life, it was phenomenal and unlike the few half-hapzard experience she had before him.

He was confident, dominant, and introduced her to things that she used to not even have the nerve to say out loud let alone do.

It was him who introduced her to BDSM and they explored it for nearly two and a half years of their relationship.

YN did research while they were together and after the fact, she had even attended a few virtual training sessions to learn about correct techniques, safety precautions, and learning the dynamic of power play which engrossed her to no end.

However, when Klein requested they open their relationship, that had been such an unexpected turn-off that she no longer felt the connection that was there before.

The end of the relationship was amicable, they were still friends on social media and liked each others posts but it was at that point they realized they wanted different things and they couldn’t provide that to one another.

Where Klein wanted flexibility, uncertainty, and fluidity.

YN wanted regimen, structured, and a deep sense of connection with one person.

She did not want multiple doms nor did she want her dom to have multiple submissives.

She wanted all the attention on her, her dom would be absolutely captivated by her and be so connected to her physically, mentally, spiritually that they only want her.

Her ideal dom would never mention sharing.

Which isn’t to shame it because it was more common than not to have an open relationship, partner sharing, and swapping.

YN loved the idea of becoming comfortable with someone enough that she could be a brat which she wasn’t an easy submissive she had come to learn.

Her dominant had to work for her submission, sometimes she crumbled quickly and other times it took multiple punishments until the smirk was wiped from her face and replaced with tears on her puffy cheeks from the pinpricks of pain.

After Klein, she had gone on a few dates, some she even hooked up with but she never clicked enough with them to talk about anything like that.

And so she wrapped it up into a nice, neat box and tucked it into the back of her mind because she would find the right partner who would be compatible sexually with her.

Right?

Arthur and her had no sexual chemistry.

Arthur was just as polite in the bedroom as he was outside of it, he never put her in a unique position, and preferred to rotate between the missionary and doggy style.

He would occasionally go down on her but he didn’t know what he was doing so it didn’t feel like much of anything as most of the time he couldn’t even locate her clit.

Which meant fingering was out of the question because he didn’t even know the g-spot existed.

Anytime she managed to orgasm, it was from her own hand, getting herself off because she was past the point of asking him to try to do it.

Arthur did not have a high sex drive and YN felt guilty for being thankful for it.

He wasn’t doing anything wrong, he was trying, and it was so unsatisfying that YN felt like her skin itched sometimes because she hadn’t realized until Arthur how much she craved sexual intimacy with her significant other.

Again, Arthur initiated once a week, sometimes twice or sometimes not for a few weeks when his work is really busy.

YN was six years into a relationship of unfilled desire, disconnect, and a lack of satisfaction which she would have never seen for herself at only being twenty-nine years old.

The wedding was set for fourteen months away, at a vineyard on the coast of Italy.

It was decided by everyone but her as with most things she felt like nowadays.

YN had been scrolling through a blog post when something caught her eye.

It was written by a female who had a similar lack of connection with her partner in the bedroom but wanted more.

The writer had described that as soon as she asked if they could experiment with BDSM that their relationship had completely shifted, they were more in love than ever, and their sex life was more amazing than it had been in nearly a decade.

It was the motivation that YN needed to have the conversation with Arthur, with the hope that it would ignite a flame that had yet to be struck between the two of them.

YN loved Arthur, she wanted to be in love with him but she couldn’t honestly say she was at this point in their relationship.

Arthur had been surprised by the conversation, over dinner one night, if the way he sputtered red wine onto his crisp white button-up was an indicator.

His eyes had gone wide in a look of almost horror and he cleared his throat a handful of times while they discussed it in more detail.

“I just feel like it would be something fun to try out,” YN tries to keep it casual, to not let on to how much she desired this or knew that she would already love it.

“Erm, yeah. I would be open to it,” Arthur had agreed sheepishly, putting down his fork and knife.

“No, I do not want you to feel pressured at all! I just -” YN begins to try to soothe because she had not meant to get such a reaction of concern more than lust out of her fiance.

He chuckles kindly, smiling at her as he reaches across the table to hold her hand, “We can try it, if that’s what you want. I am open to whatever will make you happy, sweetie pie.”

Sweetie pie….

YN tried not to blatantly cringe every time he called her that.

It did not work out.

They did not even get a few minutes into foreplay when Arthur backed out, saying that he just didn’t feel like he knew what to do, and that he’d prefer if they just did their normal thing.

YN agreed, trying to swallow the disappointed lump in her throat because she didn’t want to guilt him in to trying anything he wasn’t into.

They didn’t discuss it again after that for a long while.

Arthur wasn’t blind to the shift after that night.

He now knew that he was not satisfying a need that YN desired and she had just seemed more subdued since he had called it off but was trying to hide it because he knew that she wasn’t trying to make him feel bad about not wanting it.

It had been on his mind though.

“A sex club?” YN’s eyes nearly buldge from her sockets, puting down her glass of water and ignoring the splashes it leaves on her hand because what had Arthur just recommended they try?

“Yes. A BDSM club or a kink club they call it. Maybe if I see other people doing it or we get into the right atmosphere, it will work better. At least off the start?” Arthur seems just as nervous as her, he hadn’t touched his food.

“And…I just…” YN was at a loss for words because this is just the most unexpected turn of events.

“Maybe I can learn from others. Really get good at it for you, you know?” He suggests, his eyes looking anywhere but at hers.

“Yeah, yeah let’s do it.”

The Body Factory was the club that Arthur had decided after doing his research.

He needed somewhere secretive, exclusive, and with iron-clad NDA’s so that no one could use this against him in his profession which was fair enough.

That’s where The Body Factor came into play.

There were guidelines to a membership:

You must make over a hundred-and-fifty thousand pounds a year.

You were sign and resign an NDA every three months.

A deposit of ten thousand pounds, it will not be refunded if any rules or regulations are broken.

You will send in health screenings every two months, proof of birth control (if female), and a background check.

You may not belong to any other clubs during the time of your membership at The Body Factory.

YN was quite shocked that Arthur had dished out that amount of money on the deposit for something that they weren’t sure that they were going to like nor want to continue to visit even though the membership spans for a year at a time.

“If we go, hate it, and decide to never go back, just consider it a really expensive date night,” Arthur had assured her with a chuckle, she knew of his wealth but even this seemed a bit like frivolous spending but little did she know it was just his desperation to make her happy.

The club was in the packing district of all places, tucked back in between massive factories, some that were still open and operating, others that had been abandoned for years now.

It was actually in an old clothing factory that had been renovated to resemble any other high-end club, from the inside there would be no way that anyone could even tell except for the incredibly high ceilings at some points.

However, the location in the city and of building choice gave a lot of privacy of entering and exiting, it wasn’t advertised nor did it have any sign indicating of their presence.

It was a maze of alleyways until the entrance appeared, a dingy door that was rusted and gave no indication of what was inside, someone walking past would have never looked twice or thought anything of the building nor the entrance.

Everything was matte black, dark, and dimmed.

There were occasional deep emerald green accents but everything was sleek, modern, and simple but in the most elegant way as they walked in.

YN’s heart was in her throat.

Where people going to be fucking right when they walk in?

Or people being led around on leashes right off the bat?

Arthur may pass out.

However, there’s a front desk, almost like at an office with a woman dressed in a incredibly fitted sleek black dress with smooth, curled hair, and makeup like it was done by a professional, she had to be a model because she was gorgeous as she smiled widely and checked them in.

They had to show their licenses, hand over physical copies of their screenings, NDA’s even though they had to sign them virtually too.

There were two security guards in black suits with earpieces standing by large, heavy dark oak doors with their hands crossed in front of them.

This seemed like a movie or just not real with how sophisticated this whole process was.

“Enjoy,” Penelope, the receptionist had chirped with the whitest, most perfect smile she’d ever seen.

Arthur seemed a bit awestruck for a moment and YN couldn’t even fault him for it.

The two guards move aside to open the doors, nodding for them to go in before closing them firmly behind them.

YN finds herself reaching for Arthur’s hand, nervous and shaky with new experience anxiety and adrenaline that she was finally getting back into what she wanted even more so.

There were people mingling, sipping on drinks, and all fully clothed.

It wasn’t until Arthur informed her, “Play starts at ten, the first hour is to introduce, mingle, meet.”

Ah, that makes sense.

It almost builds the tension, YN feels like she can taste it on the tip of her tongue.

They walk over to the bar, another beautiful women greets them right away, laying a napkin down in front of both of them, “Newbies?”

“Yes,” Arthur nods, pointing to himself first, “I’m Arthur, this is YN, my fiance.”

The bartender quirks an eyebrow as she not-so-subtly scans them, “Nice to meet you two. I’m Raven. I bartend Friday through Sunday here. What are you drinking?”

“A moscow mule,” YN asks, maybe some alcohol will loosen her nerves.

“It’s a dry club, babe,” Raven smiles patiently as her long fingernails click against the smooth surface.

“Oh,” YN replies in surprise, looking behind her at the shelves only to see syrups for flavoring but no actual liquor bottles or draft taps to be seen, “A sprite?”

“Water, please,” Arthur adds as he rubs YN’s thigh, squeezing it in reassurance, “I forgot to tell you. No alcohol here. Everybody needs to be sober when playing.”

“That makes sense,” YN hums in agreement, never having actually thought about it much, but it could definitely get cloudy on consent when alcohol was being consumed in regards to playing which was a dangerous and unsafe mixture.

They sit, observed for a few minutes before a few people begin to flock towards them, greeting them and asking surface level questions until there’s a deep, almost eerie chime that echoes for a long moment through the club over the soft jazz.

It was signifying that the clock had struck ten.

Everyone quickly wraps up their conversations before moving to different areas of the rooms, some disappearing down hallways.

The atmosphere had changed significantly in a very quick spurt of time as people started undressing, kissing, moving as if they’d just gotten permission.

There was a couple of the couch across the room that Athur and YN were observing from their barstools.

The two started out slow, sensual, like any normal couple behind close doors but when the woman knots her hair into her partner’s hair and demands his mouth move lower, he obliges and Arthur gasps softly at the roughness displayed.

YN’s been aroused for the last five minutes of watching them but doesn’t make an effort to act on it, not yet atleast, and once the couple move so that the man is laying on the couch, the woman kneeling over his face, it changes her vantage point but it catches on something else.

In the corner, further back into the room, there was a man sitting in the corner where there was barely any lighting, dim and his goal was to obviously stay in the background.

No one was approaching him nor was he interacting with anyone else.

YN knew there was a no phone policy but this man was sat, scrolling boredly through his phone and only occasionally glancing up to observe the people in action around him before eyes dart back down like it wasn’t entertaining at all.

He wasn’t aroused, at least from what YN could see, and he was in a tight, well-fitted suit but his dress shirt was barely buttoned, open enough to show the definition of his pectoral muscles, the sharpness of his collarbones, and a variety of darkly inked tattoos.

He was fucking beautiful.

YN realizes she oogling him but can get away with it because it appears to Arthur that she’s still watching the couple like he is.

However, when the man looks up after a few moments once again, his eyes are instantly locked on YN.

She can’t tell what color they are from here but she knows they’re light, twinkling under the barely there light of a sconce on the wall and it’s smouldering as he doesn’t blink nor waver with embarrassment of being caught staring at her.

YN quickly diverted her eyes back to the couple, her heart was pounding, and a sense of thrill shot up her spine even though it was inappropriate.

She wasn’t here for new partners.

She was here to learn and explore with her own.

YN tries to play it casual when Raven refills the drink she nervously chugged, “Why does that guy have his phone?”

Raven’s eyes darted to the man before grinning, “That’s Harry. He’s the owner, my boss. He supervises the free play.”

“Free play?”

“Out in the common area, it’s considered free play. If you claim a room, you are in private play with whatever partners you bring back there. Harry just makes sure everything stays safe and consensual out here. He gets bored though and plays Candy Crush on his phone.”

YN cracks her own smile at that, trying to imagine the man trying to get rid of sugary sweets and getting frustrated when he loses a round.

“Does he not play?” Arthur asks curiously, now his attention has changed to Harry as well.

“Not often,” Raven informs them, leaning her elbow on the counter, “I can’t remember the last time he did. I’d say at least seven years ago, at least in the free play but he doesn’t reserve rooms or anything. He made it clear that he doesn’t find at least any of the current members interesting enough to engage with.”

“That’s interesting, considering he must have an interest in it, if this is his club,” Arthur replies to Raven before turning back to the scene of the couple, another member had joined the couple and was currently giving the male some startling rough looking bruised kisses and bites to his stomach and thighs.

Arthur was getting aroused by the look and feel of it, he reached over and brazenly took her hand, and led her to his groin where he was hard in his trousers, encouraging her to palm over him which she did as she tried to get into it.

This…This atmosphere, these people, they excited her.

Arthur still did not.

They manage to get to a couch, Arthur appears to be getting so turned on that foreplay isn’t in his realm of ideas because he’s hiking up YN’s dress around her hips and positioning her on top of him which is a new position (in all six years they’ve never done cowgirl) but still, her arousal is barely boiling above surface level.

YN licks her palm, reaching down to help moisten herself because Arthur was not doing anything to spark her to get wet.

It was actually making her more distressed that despite the scenario, she still didn’t feel the connection to her fiancé.

When she slides down, it’s fine, he was an average size so even without much lubrication, it didn’t feel like a stretch or burn when she started to move her hips but it wasn’t as pleasant as if she was sopping, dripping down her thighs.

Arthur glances to the side at one point, noticing that the male from the throuple was now pounding into the original partner with his had tight around her throat, pushing her further into the couch without mercy as she tried to whine through stutter breaths.

YN felt like she was being watched the entire time, which of course she was being watched by other members but it felt different, when she blinks around and notices that Harry has his gaze honed in on her with a twisted scowl of almost disapproval, it confuses her.

However, she’s brought back into the moment when Arthur pants out, “Can- I want to try that.”

When YN follows his gaze, he’s referring to the choking, and yeah, maybe that will light that match.

“Okay, yeah,” YN agrees as she brushes her hair off of her shoulders, wishing he would have taken this dress off of her instead of shoving it upwards where it felt confining.

Arthur smiles at her, leaning up to give her a chaste kiss which didn’t match their situation whatsoever that they were in at the moment.

YN was feeling anxious about the judgment other members might put onto them but not because she cared that people watched but because she knew Arthur and her were nowhere nearly as fluid, practiced, or elegant as the other members whom seemed to just melt into one another easily.

Arthur had never tried it before but his hand came up to her throat, he’s getting close to his own release which means that he’s not as focused, eyes getting a glazed over appearance.

YN soon realizes that he has no idea what he’s doing as he begins to cut off her airway by cupping her throat in the center instead of at the sides.

It hurts, she can’t breathe but not the way that feels tingly, excited, it feels like he could quite possibly suffocate her because of his carelessness.

They had talked about proper methods and he clearly hadn’t retained that information.

A few black dots begin to dance across her line of vision and her body starts to trigger a flight or fight response which she wants to use her safe word but she can’t speak.

YN takes to dig her nails into his hand but he doesn’t seem to understand that it’s not out of lust.

A true fear begins to take hold that something horrible will happen to her in less than a minute.

He’s truly going to injure her.

YN is in a full-fledged panic induced state.

Then suddenly, without warning, a strong arm is being wrapped around her middle and a big, ring-clad hand grips Arthur where it was around her neck so hard he yelps in pain and releases his grip.

The person is physically lifting YN off of Arthur’s lap, trying to steady her on her feet but they feel like jello and she feels light-headed, the room wouldn’t stop spinning.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” The person’s voice is deep, raspy, and incredibly pissed off, “What the fuck is your problem?”

YN can’t even bring herself to look at Arthur right now, her full support into Harry’s side as she notices the two securities guards walking in.

“C’mon, let me sit you down. You’re okay but I want to check you out, alright? Yeah, c’mon, pet,” He encourages in a much softer tone, gentle and trying to comfort me as she struggles to catch her breath.

It takes a long second to realize that she’s crying, tears streaming down her cheeks, and fuck, she is so embarassed as every other member had stopped playing.

“We’re done for the night. We’ll re-open tomorrow at the normal hours of operation,” Harry announces to the room at large before looking to Raven, “Go close down the private rooms.”

Raven nods, no longer as smiley and bubbling but an expression of concern as she watches what’s going on with YN.

“Hey, darling. Can you tilt your head up?” Harry asks quietly once he sits her down in the same corner that he had been in, away from the group.

YN whines because her neck is aching, she doesn’t want to do anything as the drop in adrenaline has made her more exhausted than she’s felt in a long time.

“I know, I know,” Harry simpers in an unpredictably cooing tone, he taps his thumb on her chin to signal her to tilt it up and she obliges.

Harry prods gently at her neck, focusing on the center where the pressure has been, “Any sharp pains? Anything feel off or wrong like you need to go to the hospital?”

YN shakes her head, a fresh round of tears.

She knew that she wasn’t injured or seriously hurt.

YN felt more traumatized mentally than anything else.

“I need words, want to hear your pretty voice,” Harry orders in a honey sweet tone, eyes hyper-focused on her like they were in the beginning of the night.

His eyes were green.

Close to the accent color of the club.

“I’m okay,” YN manages to speak out, throat dry and scratchy.

Raven appears with a glass of water to hand to Harry before giving them their space again.

YN is about to reach for the glass but Harry is already moving it towards her lips for her, “Drink f’me.”

It’s strangely intimate as he tilts the glass, eyes watching her carefully and a sense of guilt sets in that she likes that Harry is tending to her, giving her his full attention.

“Is this a common occurrence? Between you two?”Harry doesn’t sound as kind anymore, his jaw muscle twitches slightly.

“Um, no. We came here to explore. I’m very much into this world and he isn’t. He’s told me he’s done his research in his free time but -“

“You’re telling me that you’ve never negotiated nor tried something like this and he full fledge tries choking?” Harry interrupts, outraged from where he stands up from squatting in front of her, “Did you ask or plan for that?”

YN shakes her head, a bit embarrassed that she was coming off as an amateur to someone…she felt an attraction to, felt intimidated by, and Arthur had ruined their experience here.

“No. We tried spanking a few times but he backed out. We were just supposed to come here to watch others so he could visual what all this looked like before putting it into action-“

Harry doesn’t let her finish as he storms away from her, his glare set right on Arthur who was sheepishly sitting back at the bar and nursing a drink as Raven talked to him.

YN’s heart rate starts to rise again when Arthur tenses, clearly being chewed out by Harry before her fiancé gets off his barstool and follows the club owners lead down the hallway.

YN rushes to the bar, Raven is already pouring her another sprite, “Calm down. He’s not going to hurt him or anything. They just need to have a discussion on whether or not Harry will revoke his membership.”

It feels ruined and it never even started.

All she can think about is that despite for a short amount of time she was getting what she asked from Arthur, there was still no god damn spark.

After a good half hour, the bar phone rings and Raven answers, murmuring a few words back into the receiver before having up.

“I’m going to take you back to his office now.”

Harry’s office was just as luxe, elegant as the rest of the club.

It was tense as soon as she stepped in the room and Raven left, closing the door behind her.

“I’ve decided not to revoke your joint membership after discussion with Arthur. However, there are contingencies if you would like to continue coming here. Are you willing to hear them? Arthur has already agreed to the terms.”

YN nods slowly, voice soft, “Yes.”

Harry keeps his face on her as he speaks, “I do not tolerate what happened here tonight in my club. Arthur has clearly proven that he isn’t educated enough to be able to have free access to the club and free play.”

“If you want to continue membership, Arthur will need to reserve a private room and lessons will be held until he fully grasps the concepts, displays understanding, and can play safely without supervision.”

“Who…Do you have instructors?” YN doesn’t think she wants another man involved in their sex life even in an educational aspect.

“Yes but I will be teaching the lessons,” Harry informs her, calm as ever, “I bring this up because I would need to be hands on, to demonstrate and display certain practice, power play dynamics but that is a lot to ask as I do not know your limits on sharing.”

YN’s speaking before she even realizes it, “Yes. We can do that.”

Harry’s lip quirks slightly before it disappears but it oddly enough seems like a reward.

“We can schedule. I will send the paperwork. I already have your questionnaires about hard limits, likes, dislikes, and willing to try. I want to make this clear, this will be purely educational and there will be no dynamic developing between me and you two.”

YN nods dumbly, at a loss for words because the mere thought of Harry domming her was a lick of a flame that she’d been missing so much.

“I will dom you with instructions interwoven for Arthur. We will try to keep everything minimal as I cannot stress enough that this is not anything but informative on my end to help improve your sex life as a couple.”

Three longs weeks pass before their first ‘lesson’.

Arthur voiced excitement about the instruction, never brought up the choking incident again, and never initiated any type of sex during this time either.

Everything was swept under the rug as usual in their relationship.

YN would never admit the fact that she had gotten herself off to the mere idea of Harry domming her because something about him had triggered something carnal, something near feral in her.

It’s more than she had even felt with Klein.

She knew it wouldn’t last forever but she was going to enjoy this to the best of her abilities.

YN only had excited nerves going into the night.

Harry had inquired more in the break of time about YN’s experience and was extremely pleased to realize that she wasn’t as much of a novice as he assumed.

Though she hadn’t experienced many partners or relationships within the community, her knowledge was expansive and deep enough to impress him.

Harry had texted her back with a simple message that had her core tingling enough that she had to rub her thighs together.

YN: Thank you for continuously checking in on my comfort and experience regarding these situations. I have many more concerns for Arthur as we’ve already discussed. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask!

Harry Styles: I do not plan to go easy on you. Unless you specifically want soft play for these experiences. I can be a softer dominant but my main modality is firm, mean, regimented with softer aftercare.

YN: You don’t scare me. ;)

She was already being bratty with him.

It sent a wave of good nerves through her as she waited for a reply to be sent to her inbox.

Harry Styles: It’s interesting that you’ve already started to decide to be bad for me when you don’t even know what I’m capable of, darling.

YN : I’m shaking.

YN: Terrified.

Harry Styles: I wish I could wrap my fingers around your throat right now. Show your fiancé the proper way to choke a god damn brat.

YN could feel herself pooling with arousal.

It felt a bit wrong but she reasoned enough with herself that it was all for the greater good of her relationship with Arthur but deep down she knew that was bullshit.

YN: You’re probably not much better.

Harry Styles: Quite honestly, haven’t worked with such a fucking disobedient bitch in a long time. I cannot wait to break you. A kitten who thinks they’re a big bad tiger.

YN: Fuck you.

Harry Styles: Kitty’s got claws.

Harry Styles: For now…

It felt bordering on inappropriate but YN reasoned again that Harry had made it clear that there isn’t anything happening, it is a strictly professional as a type of situation like this can be.

Saturday has come and YN wakes up to a text.

Harry Styles: Better wear something cute enough that I find you interesting enough to play with. Even if it’s just to teach.

YN rereads the message quite a few times and why is he so good at getting under her skin and she doesn’t even know him yet but it’s like he knows exactly how to wind her up.

YN: Black dress with tights.

Harry Styles: It’s good to know that you’re just another basic bitch.

YN: What will you be wearing then?

Harry Styles: That’s none of your fucking business. I call the shots, kitty. Not you.

YN: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

Harry Styles: Good to know. Five spanks for the five emojis. Would you like to keep going?

She can’t even help herself

YN: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

Harry Styles: Noted.

YN wants to reply, knowing he’s probably waiting but a tiny sliver of guilt starts to creep in when she thinks about Arthur because though she’s trying to convince herself this is perfectly fine.

It’s not.

Not with the emotions it makes her feel.

She hasn’t felt them in so long.

It scares her.

“Sweetie pie, are you having second thoughts? Should be getting ready,” Arthur steps out of the walk-in closet, adjusting the sleeve of his button up.

“No!” YN replies much too quickly, her tone high pitch, “Um, I lost track of time. I’ll get ready now.”

“Okay, I’m excited for this new experience with you,” He smiles sweetly, stepping over to press a kiss to her forehead.

It’s affectionate, loving, and she’s still thinking of other things than her fiancé.

YN decides on a black wide leg trouser with a corseted bodysuit that gave her tits the perfect push-up, she’s spray a very thin most of body glitter on her chest, she knew it would sparkle in the dim lighting.

She considered wearing the dress and tights to spite him but whatever, she’d be less easy access for him.

Arthur held her hand tightly as they entered The Body Factory.

YN was already searching for Harry, barely waving to Raven as Arthur leads them over but she doesn’t want a drink, she wants to play.

However her fiancé guide her to a stool, ordering for both of them as Raven has a look of curiosity as she slides them in front of him.

“Does he come out and get us?” Arthur asks Raven, looking around he doesn’t see him either.

Raven bites her lip, shaking her head with a chuckle, “No, I take you to your reserved room when ten hits.”

“What is it?” YN asks, unable to read what is going on the bartender's mind.

This conversation didn’t seem particularly funny.

“Nothing really. Harry just hasn’t offered private lessons for at least eight or nine years. Normally when couples have an incident like you did, Harry revoked their memberships without a second thought,” Raven informs them as she picks at a spot on the smooth surface of the bar absentmindedly.

“Why us?” YN wonders out loud, why after all that time did he make an exception.

“I wish I knew,” The bartender shrugs neutrally.

The deep chime rings out about forty-five minutes later.

YN cannot decipher whether she wants to throw up or jump up and down with excitement.

Especially when Raven guides them down a long hallway, then into another corridor until they reach a door with a sign that warns, “No members past this point. Private access only.”

“Um-“ Arthur goes to point out the sign, he was a rule follower to his core.

“It’s Harry’s private playroom that members can’t use but again, this is special circumstances,” Raven’s voice is hushed as she leads them into a surprisingly minimal room.

There were cabinets built sleekly into the walls where all toys and accessories must be held, a matte black.

Everything matched but there was a bigger prominence of the green accents that were more subtle in the main areas.

The play bench hardware matches everything else but the cushion is a luxe emerald.

The bed was…unlike anything she had ever seen.

It was massive but fit well in the spacious room.

High posts on all four corners with subtle hooks to place restraints in.

The mattress looked fluffy and giving, it looked as if the sheets were a black silk but the duvet was a very muted pattern of black and green diamonds.

YN was in love with space.

It was so much more than she was expecting.

“Holy shit,” Arthur gapes at the elegance, clearly he had been expecting something different too.

“Okay, when Harry comes in, he will already be in the dom headspace and so he wants me to give you reminders. Harry will respect your hard limits as he’s reviewed them before the session. You have received a list of his so please do the same.”

“Just as you can safeword out at any time without consequences, Harry can as well. He will use the same ‘red’ if need be and will check your colors throughout to ensure safe play.”

“For this first lesson, Arthur you will sit and observe. Harry will display a safe, typical scene of play to understand what that looks like with whatever kind of submissive YN is. You may also use your safeword at any time to stop the play.”

YN swallows because would he allow that?

Surprisingly, Arthur’s face is still clear and happy as he starts to walk over to an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room and smiles at YN, “Can’t wait.”

YN raises a shocked eyebrow at his willingness but nods at Raven to show she understands.

They’re silent as they wait for Harry.

She wasn’t given instruction and because she was a bit nervous, she perched herself on Arthur’s lap as he rubbed her thigh and kissed her shoulder blades occasionally.

Then there’s a shuffle outside the door, the door knob twisting and the door opening.

Harry looked ethereal.

He wasn’t wearing a tailored suit like before but leather boots with a bit of a heel, form-fitting jeans that make his lean quads look biteable, and a plain black shirt.

His arms had even more beautiful ink than YN realized.

After Harry closes the door, his eyes lock on hers, not even acknowledging her fiancé’s presence.

“Stand up,” Harry orders loudly, a bit startling.

YN obeys instantly, her heart was pounding in her eardrums like waves of the choppy ocean.

A cruel smirk tilts on his lips when he scans her up and down.

“Did I strike a nerve, pet? This isn’t a black dress and tights. Are you already starting off so insecure? And you think you can handle me. What a cute, pathetic little kitten,” His voice is venomous, steady, and she’s clinging onto every word.

Arthur’s clearly confused but stays silent.

“I’m not pathetic,” YN argues shakily, it felt dangerous to get bratty so soon but it was her submissive profile and character, it came naturally.

Harry quirks a brow, “Sir.”

YN gives him her own confused look.

“I’m not pathetic, sir. Every time you speak, try again.”

“I’m not pathetic,” YN bleats easily, a flutter of her eyelashes.

Harry smiles like a goddamn wolf.

“Oh, you’re not? Let’s test that theory,” Harry draws as he takes a few steps backwards, towards the door, “Come to me.”

YN stands up, on wobbly legs, and begins to but is stopped in her tracks by his hard voice.

“Hands and knees. Crawl for me, I want to show your fiancé how pathetic you are for me,” Harry has a humor, an evil sense of it.

YN drops to her hands and knees, nearly panting already, and begins to move.

summary of triggering scene: YN’s fiance chokes her and though it’s completely consensual he doesn’t know what he’s doing and almost hurts her. YN cannot safeword out at the time but harry stops the scene.

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Now that I think about it, maybe the reason why Malleus' Magic is so powerful, because before he was born he was copiously sustained with powerful magicians like Meleanor, Maleficia, and Lilia.

The egg is born through love but only through magic can that egg finally hatch (that's where Lilia exhausted his magic). Maybe a fae's power is determined to how much magic can their parents "exhaust" in making them born(?).

So, essentially, His magic consists of the magic of powerful mages.

1) Meleanor (as his biological mother),

2) Maleficia (her magic was life support while he was incubated),

and 3) Lilia (who hatched him).

So when we fight Malleus, we are not just simply fighting "Malleus" himself, but rather a lethal culmination of Meleanor, Maleficia, and Lilia's raw power.

That's why it feels so impossible to defeat him because we're essentially fighting three powerful magicians at once, it's just in the form of "Malleus Draconia."

All these magicians have high-profile powerful magic, and all of them are faes too. I often assumed that Malleus was rich in magic because he's a Draconia but no, Meleanor used her full magical strength as well but the story didn't showcase her casting some world altering magic like stopping time and encasing human souls inside a magical barrier— Only Malleus did...

Maybe there's really no person who can defeat him as STYX theorizes... Not even Maleficia. While its true she's powerful, but based on this interpretation, she can fight Malleus, but fighting Malleus is also the same as fighting her magic, mixed with Meleanor's and Lilia's (and Levan's even though we don't know how powerful he is).

Levan is Malleus' father but so far the story doesn't imply nor mention any significant magical contribution he did to Malleus. The only thing mentioned in the story about Levan's influence was that Malleus is a kind/gentle person because of him.

I like to interpret he's powerful too! So maybe, its not just Meleanor, Maleficia, Lilia, but also Levan.... if he got the chance to bless Eggmalleus some magic before he lost. So its actually FIVE HIGH CLASS MAGICIANS were fighting against if we fight Malleus ☠️☠️ That's why he's truly "god-like".

I really like the fact that Malleus is undefeatable even by raw power or raw cleverness (like using technology). I know that's still going to be a big part, but its more intriguing for me to how TWST will handle stopping Malleus without obvious offense.

They'll only need to rely on one thing that humans are really great of practicing (more than faes): communication. Maybe the solution may be as simple as talking to Malleus that he needs to stop lol Because really, at this point, thats the most staple choice we have, anything else takes too much time💔😔

Not in the accusing way, but in a kind and understanding way. But, I know that's unlikely to happen knowing how "cringed" NRC is towards displaying kindness (which is often their downfall lol). But remember, the resolution at the fairy gala event? Where everyone was antagonizing the Diurnal Fairies, assuming they'll be stubborn and that they're thieves so they should take the stone without asking them, but then it turns out once they got caught and Silver talked with them apologetically and with understandingly, the Queen understood it and let the stone go...

Maybe Malleus would act like that Queen too?? After all, no one still talks with him about how "indeed, it is painful to suffer and lost, but there's merit in their existence, so we don't need to cut them out of our lives, because even those painful experiences helps us achieve our true dreams." or just a simple "You won't be alone even if Lilia passes away. I'm sure Lilia will be more happy to live his life and live it longer because he'll be remembered by Malleus even if he's just a memory now." or maybe a blunt "The world doesn't revolve around anyone, so Malleus has no rights to dictate how we should live our lives" lol

I feel like Malleus is just a person who never really thinks about other interpretations unless its been said to him... That's why I'm wishing that Book 7 resolves his overblot by not fully painting him as a "catastrophic dark fae" (like what the humans viewed Meleanor), like there'll be a balance between depicting him as a villain but also as a flawed person.

But yes I do agree that the biggest hurdle in defeating Malleus, may not just be his overpowered magic, but also his defiance in believing that he can understand humanity and humanity will understand him 😭😭

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Playing Stardew Valley

One of my favorite games of all time. More headcanons, this time on what it's like to play SDV with the majority of the main cast. I think these can be read as platonic or romantic too. The only real mention of a romantic relationship is in Gaz' section, but even then it's just a "if you're in this scenario then that happens". SFW and gender neutral, obviously. The characters are the ones I usually write about, so no Makarov, for example.

Price: To no one’s surprise he’s not actually much of a gamer, at all. If the choice was up to him then the two of you would likely be spending your days somewhere outside. However, it’s not too hard to convince him to play with you on stormy days. The game is relaxing, it’s nice, he won’t have to worry about gunshots for once. Despite maybe having heard of it before and nothing else, he’d come to like it after some time. Most of his time is spent on the farm and in town, it takes him some time to find the mines. Loves getting to pat the animals, watering the crops and making the farm look nice. He makes sure that everything is going well so you can go hunt monsters in the mines or mine ore there. He doesn’t go overboard with the money either, so as long as you don’t constantly buy expensive things you’ll always have a good chunk of money.

Gaz: His name is Kyle, it’s in his blood to be a gamer. But Stardew Valley isn’t what he usually goes for in his spare time. However, as long as you’re playing it together you can be sure he’s gonna say yes. Despite being pretty good with money normally, he loses count of how much he has in game and sometimes wants to buy things he can’t afford anymore. But he always promises you that you’re gonna get it back. Gaz is also the kind to bring you all sorts of gifts, regardless of whether you asked him to or not. If you’re dating he’ll call it him “trying to gain relationship points”. His end goal is to marry you, in that case. Despite being resourceful he sometimes forgets to water your crops and pat the animals when he’s in a hurry with a quest. If you don’t take care of it, then you can be sure your crops will wither from time to time. Doesn’t mean for that to happen and will buy new seeds. It’s a vicious cycle.

Ghost: Rolls his eyes and asks you why when you bring up the idea of playing with him. He’s got better things to do, actually, but he can be convinced to play if you annoy him enough. Afterwards he’ll come to enjoy the game, it is a great source of escapism, after all. Unlike Gaz, he will never forget about your crops or your animals and will always take care of them. Even money-wise it will be you who spends most of it. His favorite activity would be foraging. He knows quite a bit about survival and, if you ask him about it, he’s more than happy to divulge some information and give you some tips if it ever came down to it. Every time he sees your character running up to him with some gift he’ll roll his eyes, but appreciate it nevertheless. It wasn’t often that he got presents when he was younger, so now as an adult he’s quite happy, even if it’s just within a silly game.

Soap: Will probably laugh a little when you bring up the game, but is willing to play it with you. It’s not the most exciting game to play to him, but he gets to chat with you over something easy to digest that doesn’t require him to make a million decisions per minute. However, please let him name the animals, he loves doing so. Yes, they will end up with silly names, but he just tries to get you to laugh. Soap does get attached to them, though. Loves being in the mines and slaying the monsters there, he gets to feel powerful as he cuts through slime and mine some ore. Every once in a while he’ll fall unconscious, though, because he forgets about the stamina bar. During those few seconds of loading screens he loves to annoy you. Or when he’s already in bed for once and waiting for you to do the same. Poking you, throwing popcorn at you or something else, he can be a nincompoop in the most loving way possible.

Alejandro: Because he has such a high rank, there’s a chance you won’t get to see him that often. And during those few and short times you do get to see each other? He’s more than happy to indulge you in anything you like. You wanna play a funny farming sim? Of course you can! He loves it because of the setting. A pretty rounded guy, he does just about anything, except maybe fishing. He’s not a big fan of that minigame at all. Everything else is fair game. Once you have the kitchen unlocked he’s more than happy to make you a home-cooked meal every morning so you won’t run out of stamina on your adventures. The game makes him very happy, so much even that he’ll make the suggestion you play together eventually. It’s his mission to pet the animals every day. Please let him discover giant crops, he’ll love it and try to get as many as possible. Gets very into the game and its domesticity, but he’ll leave the decoration of the farm and the house to you.

Rodolfo: He’s a bit skeptical at first since he isn’t much of a gamer and the game sounds somewhat boring to him. The first few days actually are to him, but once he’s gotten the hang of it, he loves the game. Every day, he hopes you’ll ask him to play it with you. Heck, if he has the time, chances are he’ll invite Alejandro to play it with you two as well. Another all-rounder, he does everything he is asked to do, except he loves the fishing minigame. He’s also insanely good at it, the legendary fish got nothing on him. While he does simply follow you around for the most part, especially if you’re in the mines together, he has a good time doing so. Plenty of gifts from either of you for the other, you try to make sure the other feels appreciated. For the most part, he forgets that you can eat to replenish your stamina and will sometimes complain about it running out so quickly, until he discovers he can simply lie down in bed. His favorite activity is fishing with you while you’re talking about anything and everything. Loves playing into the night with you if neither of you have anywhere to be.

Valeria: Scoffs at you when you bring it up. However, once you’ve bought her the game she’ll at the very least give it a try. It’s surprisingly nice to her. Valeria can be a bit competitive, however, so don’t be surprised if she mentions how much money you suddenly have. On those few days she actually has some downtime for once, she’s willing to play it with you. Be warned, though: She has looked up guides on how to be successful in the game and make lots and lots of money. She may be a businesswoman, but she does try to purchase all the upgrades she can for you. Yes, she calls you out on using a lot of money, yes, she’ll also wring out every piece of gold she can find to get you that lovely little couch you want. Go ahead and make her some food every once in a while. It may just be a game, but she’ll remember that gesture. Do that regularly enough and she’ll just take you out to eat at a fancy restaurant, with her paying, of course. If she finds out about giant crops on her own without guides, she’ll simply stare at the cauliflower for a good two minutes before laughing a bit. For some reason, she finds it funny.

Graves: Has heard about the game, refuses to play it because he deems it childish and boring. Tries to dislike it and complain about it while playing with you, but once he sees how much you enjoy it and how much heart and soul has actually been poured into it, he’ll seem neutral, but likes it in secrecy. Like Valeria, he tries to make as much money as possible to show off how competent and good he is at the farming game. While he tries his best to get as much iridium ore as possible, the thought of cleaning up his farm doesn’t cross his mind even once. The animals get to roam freely, the crops will usually be fine, though. He loves having lots of silos, coops and barns because it seems home-y to him. He’s from the south, he grew up with animals and thus loves them, which is why he also enjoys having as many cows as possible. The fact that they look cute is just an added bonus. While playing, his cocky demeanor disappears a bit and he becomes more smiley as well. Point it out to him and he’ll outright deny it. He likes the game, but he’d rather be put in the electric chair than say that out loud.

Alex: The game seems fine to him, a lovely little break from having to worry about getting shot at any moment. He’s more than happy to play it with you and needs no convincing whatsoever, you just need to tell him what the game is about. He immediately falls in love with it and the very first thing he does is try to get a chicken coop. He saw them and knew he needed ten. The joy he felt when he found out he could name his chicken things like “Sweetie” or “Honey” was something else. He gets creative with those cute names too, especially if you like them as well. He’s a bit lost on what to do at first since he usually carries out orders others give him, but if you tell him to explore the map he’ll report back on his finds with excitement. He’s also fairly keen on befriending the townsfolk and tells you about all the events. Another thing he’s rather attentive to is the soundtrack. Once he’s heard the fall themes he’ll listen to the OST when doing the dishes or cleaning. Unlike Graves, Alex will outright tell you how happy he is that he gets to play the game with you. He loves it and he’s glad he gets to spend this time with you, doing simple farming chores.

Farah: For the sake of this we’ll pretend she’ll actually have the time to play the game with you every once in a while. It’s calming, it’s distracting, it’s escapism in its purest form. Farah needs fairly little convincing to play the game, especially if you bought it for her. It’s worth a try in her eyes, if she doesn’t enjoy it she can just tell you. It’s a bit weird to her at first, she’s so used to there being death and destruction all around her pretty much all the time, she’s just waiting for something to happen. But when you assure her that the worst thing in the game is the dragon enemy, she relaxes. Even while playing she tries to be efficient. Someone needs to tend to the crops, the animals and the townsfolk while the other goes foraging, fighting monsters and mining. I think she would enjoy the forest farm the most. Urzikstan doesn’t have the most flora, so it’s a nice change of scenery for her. The more she plays, the more she relaxes, but she does give you orders from time to time. As mentioned before, she likes spending time with the townsfolk and helping them out when they need it. The community center is finished within the first year as quickly as possible and the following cutscene warms her heart. Needless to say, she likes the game and likes playing it with you.

Laswell: Some convincing is needed in her case, but once you tell her about how it’s your favorite game, regardless of whether it’s true or not, she’ll cave in. While she has heard about the game every once in a while, she didn’t think she’d ever play it. Despite knowing nothing about it other than its premise, she’s actually pretty good at it from the get go. She always keeps an eye on her stamina, she always takes some food with her, and she gains money fairly quickly as well. Other than that she’s also fairly lucky, finding diamonds and prismatic shards comparatively easily. Despite getting the hang of the game quickly, she cannot do the fishing minigame to save her life and will openly complain about it. While you’re working on the community center she’ll leave all the fishing up to you. But other than that she loves the soundtrack as well. She won’t listen to it outside of the game, but if she ever hears any of the songs she’s immediately reminded of your small gaming sessions together and smiles. Laswell also found the giant Junimo plushie in the bushes on accident in spring of her first year without consulting any guide and to this day you don’t know how.

Nikolai: He knows about the game, plenty of people he knows play it, but it was never something he was interested in. Then you came and asked him to play it with you, and who was he to deny you such an innocent request? He may not be a gamer, but he’s confident enough in his abilities to suggest you two choose the monster farm. A lot of his time is spent slaying enough monsters to get all the rewards, that’s his goal. While he doesn’t do a lot of farming, he barely even buys any seeds unless he has to or you ask him to, he’s always somewhere on the map, exploring and foraging. His pockets are usually filled to the brim with stones, ores, gems and monster loot. His favorite challenge is getting to floor 100 in the Skull Cavern. He knows about the staircases, but he doesn’t use more than 10 of them. He can be a show off, he wants you to know that, despite not being the youngest anymore, he’s still very capable. Your animals bear Russian names. No Cyrillic used, just the way the words are spelt in Latin letters. If you don’t know any Russian, then he won’t tell you what the names mean. If you do know Russian then you’ll find that the chicken is simply named “chicken”.

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 5 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 5 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-73 to 7-77.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-73

Battle Map Conversation

Baul: General! The Silver Owl is closing in us from behind! They’ve sent their cavalry after us.

Lilia: Tsch… Just as I thought, they aren’t going to give up that easily. Running away would be a disgrace on the Imperial Guard. Men, to battle!

Battle Map Conversation

Sebek: It appears the Silver Owl abandoned some of their horses and fled.

Silver: I feel bad for them, they won’t be able to eat anything with all their tack on. I’ll go lend them a hand.

Baul: Oi, those animals have no idea who you are. It’s dangerous to get near them!

Silver: Shh, it’s alright… Are you hurt? I’m sorry we dragged you into this.

(The horse whinnies)

Baul: What on- …. He already tamed the horse, just like that?

Sebek: Silver and I both partake in the Equestrian Club back at Night Raven College. We’re well versed in techniques for calming nervous horses. …And Silver is especially skilled at winning them over.

Silver: I’ll take the rest of your gear off for you. …Huh? There’s a first-aid kit in one of these bags.

Lilia: A first-aid kit? Great work, Silver. I’ll be glad to use that.

Battle Map Conversation

Silver: Do you think we shook them off our tail? We’ve come pretty far.

Lilia: Who knows. If I were them, I’d go ahead and station some troops by the Valley of Howling Winds, just in case the enemy got away.

Silver: “The moment you think you’ve won is when you’re at your most vulnerable.” …As they say.

Lilia: Precisely. Now stay sharp!

Battle Map Conversation

Iron One A: It’s Vanrouge’s gang! To battle!!

Iron One B: Armored excavator, advance!

Baul: Looks like your prediction was spot on, General.

Lilia: They’re an obstinate lot, aren’t they. I’ll go chase ‘em off… *cough cough*!

Sebek: Sir Lilia, please step back! We shall handle this!

Lilia: …Fine. I’ll save my energy for the main event, then.

Sebek: Out of the waaaay! The Imperial Guard is on the march!

Battle Map Conversation

Grim: I can see the Valley of Howling Winds up ahead!

Sebek: Hmph! I’m surprised you’ve been able to keep up with us thus far, considering how often you’re subjected to Vargas’s supplementary lessons.

Grim: Heh heh, you finally startin’ to see how great I am? Vargas doesn’t play around when he’s trainin’ me, you know!

Sebek: To think, our Master Chef courses and flying curriculum would end up serving us so well…

Silver: Right? Feels like when we get back to school, I’ll be twice as pumped to do my schoolwork.

Battle Map Conversation

Baul: Even our men have their limits, it seems. No surprise there, considering we raced across the Crimson Plain like that… General, let’s all rest for a bit.

Lilia: Guess we don’t have much of a choice. If we keep chugging along like this, I can already tell our men will start dropping like flies. But we didn’t have enough time to grab any food or water from the fortress before we left, since we made such a hasty retreat.

Silver: Ah, if you’re fine with bread and water… I have enough for everyone.

Baul: Nice work! But where on earth did you get your hands on all that?

Silver: Some kitchen workers at the fortress gave it to us.

Baul: What!? Humans gave it to you!?

Sebek: They told us, “Our job as kitchen workers is to feed those who are hungry. I don’t know if this will suit a fae’s palette, but go ahead and take it.”

Baul / Lilia: ….

Imperial Guards: ….

Lilia: We’re in no position to turn up our noses right now. I’d gladly eat anything my enemy gave me at this point.

Battle Map Conversation

Lilia: …I can smell iron and oil in the air…. Once we cross this river, we’ll be able to see Briar Castle. Please… Please let us make it in time….!

Battle Map Conversation

Silver: Looks like some of those excavators were here, you can see their tracks all over the ground…

Grim: And all the trees and the meadow are all torn up.

Sebek: Perhaps the Silver Owl and the Imperial Guard had a skirmish here?

Imperial Guard A: Gyagyaaa!

Baul: General! Man down at your 2 o’ clock!

Lilia: That armor… He’s one of the guardsmen that was supposed to teleport back to the castle! Oi, get a hold of yourself! Where is everyone?

Imperial Guard B: Gauu…. Gau… Garuru….

Baul: What- …Your whole squad was wiped out by those iron devices and the Knight of Dawn?

Lilia: And the remaining members of the Guard are with Meleanor at the castle… Understood.

Imperial Guard B: Garuru….

Lilia: It’s okay, we’re here now. You fought well, and now it’s time for you to rest. The Night’s Blessing upon Ye.

Iron One A: Is that… Is that the “Dragon’s Right Hand Man” Vanrouge!?

Iron One B: I thought we finished them off back at the fortress!? How are they still alive!?

Baul: General! They’ve sent reinforcements!

Lilia: Let’s hurry and wrap things up here. The castle’s just ahead!

Vicinity of Castle

Sebek: So that is Briar Castle… What a splendid fortification! And within its mighty walls we shall find the Young Lord and Lady Meleanor…!

Silver: !! Sebek, look over there!

Grim: Woah! There’s tons of those iron guys everywhere!

Silver: And they’ve got a bunch of those excavators and catapults with them.

Baul: Unbelievable…. They don’t just have the castle surrounded; they’re overrunning the entire Verdant Moors!

Yuu: Look, some of the soldiers are wearing armor that’s different from the rest…

Baul: Those damned Silver Owls. They must’ve gotten backup from some of the neighboring countries. Their greed for our natural resources is absurd.

Lilia: Those guys might just be some mercenaries the Silver Owl paid off. Doesn’t make sense otherwise why there’s so many of them…

Baul: From this distance, we should be able to use teleportation magic without it putting too much of a burden on our bodies. But even if we make it inside, I’m not sure how we’re going to evacuate the princess… Maybe we can wait for reinforcements from Black Scale Castle… No, but then…

Lilia: Doesn’t matter if we get backup or not, won’t do us any good.

Sebek: But-!

Lilia: We need to get Lady Meleanor and the egg out of there, that’s our top priority. If we can make it to the Mystic Mountains bordering Black Scale Castle, we can take advantage of the rich supply of magical energy there. And we’ll have the high ground, to boot.

Silver: The enemy’s perimeter here is a lot thicker than it was back at the fortress. How do you intend to get through on our way out?

Lilia: We’ll have to nix teleportation magic, since we can’t guarantee the egg would make it through in one piece. And if we try just flying away, we’ll be easy targets for the enemy’s wizards and archers. So our best bet would be… using the old waterways underneath the castle. If my memory serves, they meet up with the river that flows down from the mountains. I already know Lady Meleanor is going to be nitpicking how dark and muggy it’ll be down there, but…

Baul: If we want to get them out safely, that sounds like our only option at this point.

Lilia: Trying to convince the princess to evacuate is probably going to be a monumental pain in the ass, huh… Geez.

Imperial Guard A: Gyaa! Gyaaa!

Iron Ones: Uoooooh!

Everyone: !!

Sebek: Why have they suddenly worked themselves into a frenzy?!

Grim: Look! There’s somethin’ shinin’ real bright on that bridge over there.

Baul: General… That’s!

Lilia: Blinding white armor, and hair as golden as the sun…. There’s no mistaking him, that’s the Knight of Dawn!

Episode 7-74

Silver: So that’s him, that’s the man whose strength even General Vanrouge acknowledges…

Silver: …Augh!

Sebek: Silver, what’s the matter?

Silver: I’m not… sure… I just feel so… so drowsy…!

Grim: Silver, your clothes are startin’ to glow again!

Silver: It’s the… ring?

Sebek: I sense a strange magic emanating from it. What in the world is that ring?

Silver: I don’t… know. Father said my... parents entrusted it to me… when I was.. a baby…

???: Ah ha ha ha! We have you surrounded, fae! So listen up! I bet right now you’re looking at a sea of our flags billowing in the wind, huh? Nobody’s gonna come and save you, and there’s nowhere for you to run.

Baul: Is he using magic to make his voice louder? What a racket!

Grim: Is that the Knight of Dawn talkin’?

Lilia: No, it’s the guy standing next to him who’s talking. The one who’s as big as a barrel and has a slimy-ass voice to match… His name is…

Henrik: I am Henrik István, the leader of the Silver Owl! Time and time again, we have offered, in upmost sincerity, to negotiate with the Land of Briar. However…. You curs have squandered our every attempt! Your insolence and arrogance are irreprehensible! And despite how kind we’ve been, we do have a limit to our patience, you know. The time for talk is OVER! We’ll have to settle things with our swords from here on out! Look! My countrymen span these lands as far as the eye can see! You have no hope for victory! If you’re smart, you’ll do the reasonable thing and hand over the “Princess Glow” magical stone and Briar Castle to us!

Iron Ones: Yeaaaaaah!!!

Everyone: What…!?

Henrik: However, unlike you all, we’re not monsters. As such…. I’ll give you one chance. Princess, I challenge you to a one-on-one duel with our commanding officer, the Knight of Dawn! If you accept this challenge - upon your honor, of course - and you manage to win… then I vow we will leave the castle. I’ll give you 30 minutes to think things over. And you better think carefully!

Knight of Dawn: ……..

Baul: A duel with the Knight of Dawn…!? That’s ridiculous! It’s obviously a trap!

Lilia: We have no time to waste. Let’s teleport to the castle, quick!

Henrik: I wonder what that witch will choose. Well, regardless if she decides to keep holing herself up in the castle, or come out here and fight, we win either way. Heh heh heh… …Ahh, I’ll never forget the day I laid eyes on the Princess Glow. Its luster was indescribable! Ugh, I wish I had it in my hands right now... No, not just the stone. I’ll take her dragon egg, too! When it hatches, I can ride the little sucker into battle. Ah ha ha ha ha!

Knight of Dawn: ….

Henrik: What? If you have something to say, spit it out already.

Knight of Dawn: Lord Henrik, I really don’t think we should be doing this…

Henrik: What did you just say? Don’t tell me you already forgot the debt you owe to my father? He took in an absolute nobody like you, an orphan, and raised you out of the kindness of his heart!

Knight of Dawn: …I’m incredibly grateful to your father and his wife. As well as to all his family members – you, my Lord, and Lady Leia included. But I…

Henrik: Zip it! All you’re good for is waving that sword around, and I’m telling you to go wave it. Stop overthinking things, and just do what I say! Everyone in the surrounding nations lives in fear, wondering when those brutish dragons will come burn down their villages. And that’s precisely why we were able to drum up so much support from them. Besides, legend says the “Princess Glow” is able to perform miracles, and if we get our hands on it… We might be able to heal father’s uncurable ailment.

Knight of Dawn: …!

Henrik: Every day and every night, Leia prays for her beloved father to get better. I’m sure you know that, right? Even if you beg and you plead, those arrogant faes are never going to help us. We’ve got no other choice but to fight them, really!

Knight of Dawn: That’s…

Henrik: Hmph. Don’t you dare hold back on them. You absolutely have to win this duel. If you want all us humans and father…. And Leia to be happy, that is!

(Henrik departs)

Knight of Dawn: ….Is it too late to turn back?

Episode 7-75

Lilia: Ugh… Dammit, the teleportation magic really did make my wounds act up again.

Yuu: You okay?

Lilia: Nothing for you to worry about. Now then…

???: As you lay there in your warm, warm cradle

The starlight rejoices overhead

Sebek: Hmm..? Is someone singing?

???: And I gaze upon you, always. Come stay with me

Shh, you’re safe here – both awake and in your dreams

Silver: !! This lullaby, it’s…

???: Now sleep, sleep, my beloved child

I pray you’ll walk towards that light

That light that will guide you in your dreams…

Yuu: What a lovely voice…

Lilia: …Oh, geez. How the hell could she be singing right now. Does she seriously have no clue what kind of situation we’re in? Come on, let’s go.

Lilia: Are you okay, Lady Meleanor!?

Meleanor: You’re late, Lilia!!

(Meleanor blasts lightning at Lilia)

Lilia: Ack! That was close!

Grim: Waaaah! What the heck!?

Meleanor: Where on earth have you been fooling around this time!? Do you not understand my egg and I are in danger!? You idiots! You fools! You good-for-nothings!!

Lilia: My sincerest apologies, Lady Meleanor! I admit that I, General Vanrouge, suffered an embarrassing defeat against the enemy. That’s why we weren’t able to make it back earlier!

Meleanor: I don’t care for your excuses! Each and every one of you is a disgrace upon the Imperial Guard!

Baul: I-I beg your forgiveness, Lady Meleanor! *Meleanor strikes him with lightning* …Aaaaugh!

Grim: Geez, her singing voice was so nice and pretty but this princess is scary!

Lilia: I told you, didn’t I? It wasn’t the princess I was worried about, it was the castle and my own life!

Meleanor: Oh, dear… Did those scary noises bother you? There, there, you’re alright.

Everyone: Ah….!

Yuu: That egg! Could it be!?

Meleanor: We were just about to take a lovely little nap together, but you good-for-nothings ruined it. Didn’t they, Malleus?

Lilia: …Malleus?

Meleanor: That’s the prince’s name. It’s got a wonderful ring to it, no? Befitting for our future king.

Lilia: It certainly does have a nice ring to it… But what do you mean, “prince”? Isn’t it too soon to tell if the heir’s going to be a boy or girl?

Meleanor: I’m absolutely positive there’s a little prince growing in this egg. I can tell, since I’m his mother. And I know he’s going to be absolutely beautiful, just like his father.

Sebek: Doth… Doth mine eyes deceive me? Did I truly bear witness to the moment our Young Lord received his name….!?

Meleanor: Hm? Who are those boys over there. Those round ears… Are they humans?

Grim: Eep… My tail’s puffin’ up just from her glarin’ at us.

Lilia: They are humans, but they aren’t our enemies. We ran into them on our envoy mission, and they ended up being a great help to us.

Sebek: 'Tis truly an honor to be graced with your audience, my Lady. My name is Sebek Zigvolt!

Silver: I’m Silver, your Majesty.

Yuu: I’m Yuu, and this is Grim.

Meleanor: You humans dare speak without permission? You dare look me in the eyes? You have shown me the utmost disrespect. Kneel.

(Grim, Silver, and Sebek fall to their knees)

Grim/Silver/Sebek: Ack…!?

Silver: M-My legs just fell to the floor, all on their own…!

Sebek: Aaugh! I… I can’t breathe…!

Lilia: Lady Meleanor! You’ve had your fun, please stop.

Baul: …The princess’s hatred of humans knows no bounds. Just keep your heads down and keep quiet.

Episode 7-76

Lilia: I’m sure you heard what Henrik… What the leader of the Silver Owls was saying earlier, my Lady.

Meleanor: Oh? That din earlier was a human? I thought it was just some wild boars grunting outside. It was an awful cacophony.

Lilia: We have fifteen minutes left before they begin their siege on the castle. It’ll be difficult to drive them off, with what few soldiers we have left. I loathe to say this…. But retreating will be our best option here. This castle and our magical stones… Even our pride itself, all of them mean nothing compared to our heir’s life.

Meleanor: …..

Lilia: Princess, what is your decision!

Meleanor: Fufufu….. Hahahhaah! You’re telling me to run? That I wouldn’t be able to defeat these brutes? Lilia, if anyone other than you had said that to me, I'd have burnt them to ash!

Lilia: Princess!

Meleanor: What they’re after is this egg here… As well as the Princess Glow, the magical stone imbued into my staff. For those lowly little humans to challenge me to a duel… Their conceitedness is incomprehensible. Humans are weak, frail, and foolish. It’s like they’re begging for their own destruction. Fine, then. I’ll give them just what they want… My lightning will be their final judgment!

Lilia: Please, wait! Henrik is a cunning man, there’s no way he’d challenge you to a duel without something up his sleeve. This has to be a trap!

Meleanor: His trivial little schemes are of no concern to me.

Lilia: Oh, come on!!!! Enough already! You damn selfish princess! Would you just listen to me for once! Remember all those times I warned you not to sneak out at night, what always ended up happening? The whole castle would go into an uproar! And when I warned you not to play around with Her Majesty’s staff, what happened? You broke the damn thing…! And when those dragons came all the way out here to call on you, you ruined everything! Have I ever been wrong when I told you not to do something!? What's worse, I was the one Her Majesty and those geezers from the senate would tell off each and every time... But if you mess up and make the wrong choice now, there’s no fixing it. I need you to listen to me.

Meleanor: My, you haven’t spoken to me like that in a while. However, not once did you refuse to help me any of those times you told me not to do something. Fufufu.

Lilia: This isn’t a joke! You understand that? We don’t have time for this. I know you’re strong - you’re stronger than anyone else in this land. But you need to consider the worst-case scenario here. Levan… The heir’s father isn’t with us anymore. What’s he supposed to do if he loses his mother, too?

Meleanor: It’s precisely because I’m his mother that I have to do this.

Everyone: ...!!

Meleanor: If I participate in this duel, all the humans will be focusing on me. And while they're distracted, you need to take the egg with you and flee.

Baul / Lilia: What-!!

Lilia: What the hell are you saying!? This is the Imperial Guard’s fight, not yours!

Baul: The General is right! What is the Imperial Guard if not the Princess’s sworn defenders!

Meleanor: Oh, you intend to protect me? Don’t make me laugh. Just look at yourselves – you’re completely covered in wounds. Some of you can hardly stand right now. You would be a hindrance to me, that’s why I’m telling you to fall back. Besides, if you aren’t careful, I might end up accidentally burning you to a crisp out there. You understand? Good. Now take this, Lilia.

(Meleanor throws the egg to Lilia)

Lilia: Huh? Uwaah!

(Lilia catches the egg)

Lilia: What the hell were you thinking!? What if the egg broke!??

Meleanor: Lilia, Baul. This is my royal decree: Evacuate Briar Castle, and deliver my egg to Black Scale Castle. I will not tolerate insubordination. Now go!!

Episode 7-77

Meleanor: Now go!!

Lilia: Like hell I’m gonna do that! I’m staying here! Meleanor, you need to…

Meleanor: You impudent little-!!

(Meleanor blasts Lilia with lightning)

Lilia: Uwaaa!?

Baul: General!!

Meleanor: Did you not hear me? I told you to go.

Lilia: I’m not going…!

Meleanor: You fool!

(Meleanor blasts Lilia with lightning)

Lilia: Guaaa!

Grim: Wait, Lilia’s holdin’ her egg, ain’t he!? But she’s just blastin’ him with magic left and right!

Sebek: A-Aaah! The young Lord’s egg is going to-!

Baul: Lady Meleanor! Please! Please quell your raging heart!

Yuu: W-We need to stop her…!

Meleanor: Kufufu… So what will it be, Lilia? Are you going to throw your life away together with that egg!?

Lilia: Augh-!

(Silver leaps in front of Lilia)

Silver: Father!!

Meleanor: You wretched little human, don’t you dare stand before me! You insolent vermin!!

(Meleanor strikes Silver with lightning)

Silver: Uwaaaah!

Lilia: Silver… You idiot, why did you do that!

Silver: I… I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It’s clear you two care deeply for one another, so why must you fight!? Please… Please, just stop… I beg of you!

Sebek: Silver…

Baul: Human… …Princess, I beg of you, as well. Please consider the General’s suggestion.

Lilia: Meleanor, please… Please don’t accept that duel. Just forget about the castle and run. What am I supposed to do if… If I lose both you and Levan.

Meleanor: How many times must I repeat myself? Those swine are not going to best me. I don’t care how many of them there are – I will incinerate each and every one of them. However… Should I fail to return, we still have that child.

Lilia: This egg won’t hatch without you!

Meleanor: Then you must hatch it for me.

Lilia: What the hell are you saying!? Dragon eggs need their parents’ love and magic to hatch… They need true love to hatch. The hell do I know about a parent’s love. I’ve never even loved someone before… There’s no way I’m ever gonna be able to hatch this thing!

Meleanor: But you love me, don’t you? Don’t tell me your marriage proposal all those years ago was done in jest?

Lilia What!? Marriage proposal… That was over 200 years ago! We were children! Why are you bringing that up now-

Meleanor: And you loved Levan, too. You two, the General of the Right and the General of the Left, spent more time together than I did with my own husband. Of course you will love our child, just as you loved us. Isn’t that right, Lilia?

Lilia: Would you cut it with the bullshit! …What-!?

(Ivy vines burst into the room)

Grim: What the-!? The heck’s goin’ on!? There’s a bunch of ivy growin’ everywhere!?

Lilia: These roses… Oi, Meleanor! Quit it already, just stop! This is ridiculous!

Meleanor: One day, Malleus will become king of this land, and his light will shine down upon our peoples as our North star… As for the humans, they shall fear him, they shall fear his light as the harbinger of their doom.

Sebek: The vines are wrapping around our bodies… They’re dragging us away!

Baul: Princess! Please, stop! Please! Princeeees!!

Silver: Augh…! I can’t get them off me! I can’t move..!

Meleanor: Oh, Malleus… My precious child. I leave him to you, Lilia. The Night’s Blessing upon Ye.

(Meleanor teleports away)

Lilia: No… No, DON’T GO!! MELEANOOOOR!!

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I Didn't Deserve you || N.Romanoff

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Pairing: girlfriend!Natasha x gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Angst, mention of death, cute start, kinda sad ending, emotional abuse

Summary: y/n just wanted to enjoy theirs and Natasha anniversary, but everything went south.

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Being the partner of an avenger isn't always easy going. Often times special dates, and events are pushed off but y/n always understood how important Natasha's job was; and Natasha was great full to have them. At first their relationship was one you would see in the movies, soft and sentimental, but as time went by y/n saw less and less of their girlfriend, Nat would stay at work late, come home to tired to spend time with them. Y/n's love never died down for the red headed widow though.

Today was their 2 year anniversary. Y/n was home dancing around their apartment kitchen as she made a pasta meal for the each of them. As soft music rang from the smart speaker the clock showed 7:45pm. Natasha was out training but swore she would be back in time to celebrate this milestone with her lover.

As y/n set the table finishing it off with fresh flowers in the vase on their little circle dinning table, one which was perfect for the two of them. From that point y/n waited, well and waited...

The clock would tick, and the food was long cold. The time now read half past eleven and y/n was growing tired of waiting for Natasha. They were full of emotions, frustrated, betrayed but most of all disappointed that she had put so much effort to do something special for their girlfriend only too be stood up.

Doing their best to stay awake in hopes of their red headed girlfriend to come home any moment was becoming rather hard. Y/n grew overly tired falling asleep while waiting for on the small sofa in the living room.

12:45am, keys were heard as Natasha softly walked into her shared apartment. Staying silent to not disturb her girlfriend. Stepping inside the trained spy immediately noticed the plates of food on the table with a candle that had long burnt down. Looking around now moving towards the living room Natasha's heart broke. Her partner way asleep on the sofa, still dressed nicely, clearly they had cleaned up for Nat and she was...extremely late.

Natasha bent down in from of a sleeping y/n, slowly rubbing her fingers in y/n hair to wake them. As y/n slowly started to stir the black widow could only fear what her partners reaction may be.

"Natasha?" Y/n's sleepy voice called out as they regained consciousness. Sitting up y/n's face dropped to a frown as they stared back at their girlfriend.

"Y/n, my bad I was just get-" Natasha started yet was cut off by Y/n's huff

"Don't. You do this every time Nat! I just asked for one day! One day for us! Did you not care?" Y/n rattled off as they stood up clearly each phase they spoke they grew more distressed with Natasha.

Natasha was quick to reach out for y/n in hopes to calm them down yet was of course dodged.

"I'm not your toy, I'm not here for when you're bored, I'm not your second choice Natasha!" Y/n huffed as she had grabbed her keys and thrown a hoodie over her outfit.

Y/n stormed out of the apartment heading straight for the stairs before wandering out into the dark night.

Wandering for what felt like hours, it had started to rain as y/n felt the water seep into their clothing yet they were too damn stubborn to even face Natasha right now. Every night was becoming the same blur, y/n waiting up for Natasha, loads of ignored messages and maybe Nat would come home. The pain of waiting was taking a toll and for once y/n wanted her to feel it back.

Y/n seemed to get lost in thought as the walked, leaving their phone behind seemed to be working in their favor at this point. Cars went by, speeding on the main roads right beside her, sounds of crickets could be heard even in the city. Heading to the cross walk as y/n finally chose to start heading back home. As the red hand turned to the Walkman, y/n on autopilot started to cross, about half way through everything went dark.

Ring Natasha phone lit up at half past 2, expecting it to be y/n Natasha quickly looked at it, yet was surprised to see a random number. Yet she answered nonetheless

"Is this Natasha Romanoff, you're on y/n y/l/n's emergency contacts, they were in an accident, unconscious" a voice spoke to Natasha yet the words seemed to just flood her with panic.

"I'll be right there." Was all Natasha said before rushing out the door

Fast. It happened so fast, adrenaline never felt like this, adrenaline was fun, it was an exciting feeling to remember this time there was no memories. Just black space, and soft sound. Beeps...beep.

"Y/n? Are you awake" her sharp yet soft Russian accent made its way to y/n's ears, yet your eyes far to heavy to open. But a soft squeeze to the hand, which connected with their own showed that they could hear Natasha words.

"детка (Detka) you have to wake up, please. I'm really sorry I didn't stop you, I should've protected you I'm so sorry y/n" Natasha's words followed by her soft cries hurt y/n just as much as the crash had. Not being able to respond was even harder. Listing to Natasha try and communicate and fix something was new, and y/n just had to lay there. Natasha's soft wishes didn't stop but they began to sound far away, the once light that shined through now faded to black once again, as if it was the start of a peaceful sleep.

The beeping became more like a long drawn out ding as if it became a straight line. Making Natasha panic inside.

Nurses rushed into the hospital room shoving Natasha aside, her once locked hand with y/n's was pulled apart as nurses did their best to keep y/n responding.

Nurses frantic actions slowly came to a complete stop, the beep would now fall into background noise.

"I didn't deserve you" was the final thing Natasha got out, her hand holding now not her partners hand, but the ring box's she had brought home that night.

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Hi! Congratulations on another wonderful piece, I thoroughly enjoyed Drive and reread it 5 times now🥰🥹

please feel free to ignore this request, but I'm so painfully addicted to your writing style (seriously you are my top favorite creator along with stararchangel) I would love to see your take on this, I have 2 ideas-

1) female reader x Simon Riley, she's civilian, and basically how they meet is somewhere random (like grocery store?) and he, a cold hardened killer, immediately melts and thinks she's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. Now, he doesnt immediately approach her bc he's like, scared or dumbstruck, or maybe just doesn't wanna bother her? But he can either follow her out of the vicinity to find out where she resides/more about her (stalker lowkey ik) or maybe they can meet a second time, same place, but she accidentally bumps into him? Then they get to talking, he wants to pursue her etc AND LOTS OF SMUT OMG YOUR SMUT IS PEAK! I did read something similar from someone else, I think they did könig though, or even just another civilian female x ghost and he is just dumbfounded thinking she's the most beautiful things ever man

2) female reader x ghost, where she's like an insanely skilled killer, perfect sniper executions, can rip dude's faces off per say and is super fast and skilled in some fighting style like jujitsu, easily knock people off their feet ok? And basically she has a reputation for being excellent at her craft and SUPER well known not just within the army or whatever in the US but overseas like in the Middle East and Japan and Russia and shit man idk (honestly I was watching Hunter x Hunter thinking about the flesh collector girl that Kurapika had to bodyguard for, so what if the fReader was known too for like selling shit on the black market? And being the best of the best medic, head Doctor/ surgeon type shit), then she joins task force 141 and they see all her badass-ness in action and how she just fucks dudes up and gets head shots from crazy far sniper locations and fixes up awful injuries like it's nothing and yea then ghost also falls in love w her and LOTS OF SMUT AGAIN pls

Thank you SO MUCH FOR READING! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽😭

Thank you so so much for the kind words and for reading!! (You're so sweet omg) I'm so happy you enjoy it.

This'll have to be a two-parter for both requests, but here's your first!! Second will come later.

Thank you again, I hope you enjoy 🤍

Afar

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Simon's enamoured with you.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

You were hesitant about your friends' choice to meet for drinks at a dive-bar downtown. You knew the place; a rustic establishment tucked into a quiet corner of the city. It was well known for the crowd it attracted: blue-collar workers, bikers and the like. You'd never stepped foot inside, it's outward appearance alone was daunting. It was a historic monument in the city, given away by the dying neon of the 'open' sign and weathered letters above the entrance.

It was filled with a haze of cigarette smoke and the smell of whiskey and beer. Neon lights plastered on the walls, dated decor with posters of vintage cars and women- it certainly wasn't an obvious choice.

Your eyes shifted around the bar, classic-rock playing softly in the background, the sound of pool balls clacking against each other- it almost made you uncomfortable how much you stood out among the predominantly masculine crowd. You were still dressed in your office attire, and your friend was no different. She insisted it was a great place for drinks after work, and the men never bothered her.

You gave her the benefit of the doubt, sipping your beer slowly while she chatted about the newest developments in her love life. Your eyes met, adding a nod or a smile every so often, but you were on edge; your guard was up just in case.

Simon had seen you walk in.

His hand was clasped around the glass of bourbon, perched at the bar with tense shoulders. Another deployment finished meant he would spend most of his free time there, where people tended to mind their own, and didn't ask any questions. He liked the solitude, liked knowing that no one knew who he was- or cared.

He could drown out the flurry of thoughts and internal conflict with whiskey, focusing solely on the sweet hint of caramel, the bitterness of burning tobacco and melody of classic rock in the background. It was his sanctuary, the place he had no distractions, no obligations, only staring down the amber liquid in his glass, ice cubes pressing against his lips as he took a sip.

His attention was quickly grabbed by the bell above the door, ringing just loud enough to make his head turn. His eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, before you turned back to the woman you were with.

He certainly hadn't expected to find himself giving you a second look. He didn't consider himself to be the kind of man that stared at attractive women. His composure had cracked just a bit though, enough to let his gaze follow you through the bar as you took a seat within his view.

He was quickly enamoured, something that hadn't happened to him before- aside from the early years of puberty, and it terrified him. How you walked in, brushing your hair from your face, the way your hips swayed when you walked- you'd already more than caught his attention.

He swallowed, harshly. He took another sip of his drink, a deep breath in as he finished the last of it. Maybe it was a fleeting attraction, maybe he was just sexually frustrated, gratifying it with the first woman he saw. As he peered over his shoulder, watching you lean forward, smile softly- fuck, if it didn't make his stomach lurch. He wanted to know you.

Your pencil skirt more than complemented your body, and he'd noticed. The silk blouse that fit just right around the peak of your breasts- he stared forward, shutting his eyes as he tried to shake you from his mind.

He couldn't help it, though. Watching you from his periphery, beer in hand as you crossed your legs, he heard you laugh. He forced himself to lean over his drink, tune out your conversation. It wasn't right to listen, wasn't right to think about a woman, a stranger, the way he was.

But the sound of your voice carried, and he could practically taste the shampoo in your hair, the fading scent of perfume. He wondered if all of you was as sweet as you smelled. As an even nastier thought crossed his mind, what he'd do to have your body in his hands, his nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he slid from his stool, marching outside. He didn't allow himself to look back, didn't want to be the one to make you uncomfortable. He was sure you were used to being leered at- how couldn't you be?

He was transfixed with the shape of your lips, the way your eyes crinkled at the edges when you laughed, how you'd lick your lips after a swig of beer. It was too much- all too much for him to handle while a few drinks in, and he refused to be the asshole that hit on you in a bar. He knew he treasured the peace and quiet, he imagined you did too.

He stepped outside, the cool night air on his skin helped drop his rising temperature, bringing him back to reality. The lit cigarette in his hand glowed as he sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to throw it away and stalk back inside to you. He wondered whether you had a boyfriend, perhaps a husband- someone you'd go home to that would never know just how lucky he is. Who wouldn't worship you the way he knew he could, treat you the way he would. Make you feel the way he would. He clenched his jaw, already despising the bastard.

His thoughts got ahead of him, and his cigarette was already burned to the filter before he realized he'd been stewing outside for at least ten minutes. He flicked it from his fingers, watching it sizzle out on the pavement. He cleared his throat, turning to open the door when you appeared on the other side.

His breath caught in his chest. Up close, he could see the true curves of your cheekbones, the allure of your lips, the sparkle in your eye as he interrupted the conversation with your friend. He could even smell you better, and it hit him like a wall. His heart pounded in his ears, aching to say something-anything, but he refused to fall victim to his inflated desires. He didn't know if you'd reciprocate it, anyway.

You stopped and stared, eyes meeting his as he stepped out of the way, holding the door for the two of you.

"Thank you," You gave him a small smile, your eyes still on his even as you were clear of the door.

He was tall- and big. A mass of muscle that caught your eye. His eyes were dark, plagued with some sort of stress as his brows furrowed. You noticed the way his gaze trailed down your body, and felt the twinge of heat rise up your chest and neck.

He had short hair, brunet, disheveled. He was handsome. A crooked nose, defined cheekbones and jaw, a hint of stubble across his face.

You turned back, taking one last look as the two of you made your way to the taxi, waiting on the curb.

The second time your friend invited you out, you'd had the weekend off. Free time was never a guarantee in your line of work. A demanding boss, deadlines, company meetings; usually your weekends were filled with errands. She'd caught you at a good time, and asked if you liked the bar she took you to.

So you ventured out again, happy to be free of your office clothes, and took a seat in the same booth. This time, you were feeling less on edge, more excited to be out, enjoying yourself. Your friend brought her current girlfriend- one you'd met only once before, and weren't sure how many more times you'd see her.

"I'll get us a round," You said, setting your hands on the table as you stood up.

"If you insist," Your friend grinned, watching you with a smirk, her arm over her girlfriend's shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, "You're paying next."

She didn't say anything, but you kept your eyes on her with a playful glare as you walked off to the bar.

You stopped at the bar, and stood on your toes, trying to catch the attention of the bartender who had his back turned polishing glasses.

Simon couldn't believe he was seeing you again. You'd been on his mind since he last saw you, flashes of your lips, your eyes distracting him from everyday tasks. He even took it a step further to imagine what you felt like beneath him, the way you'd say his name as you came around him. He spent most nights in a sweat, desperately chasing relief. It didn't work. He didn't think it ever would.

He turned his head ever so slightly, and you met his eyes.

"Hi," You said softly, a bashful smile over your face as you realized it was the same good-looking man that held the door for you.

He could feel his heart beat just a bit faster- his eyes trailing over your face.

"Y'alright?" He asked.

His voice was deep, raspy, British. You licked your lips.

"Just trying to order some drinks," You said. "I don't think it'll be happening anytime soon."

He looked over at the bartender.

"Oi, mate," He called, catching his attention.

"Thanks," You said.

You were inches from him, your hip nearly touching his arm, and he noticed. He could feel it, feel the heat emanating off of you, smell that same delicious fucking smell that drove him insane. This time, you were in a shirt that showed a tease of cleavage and tight jeans that clung to every curve and detail of your body. As he leaned back ever so slightly, taking in the sight of your ass, he let out a soft breath.

"You're the guy that held the door for me a couple weekends ago, right?"

You were waiting for the bartender to make your drinks, and couldn't help but strike up a conversation with him. Your eyes moved to his fingers, wrapped around the glass, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

He definitely works with his hands, you thought. He did something that formed callouses along the crown of his palms and helped keep the obvious tone of his arms. Construction, maybe?

"Yeah," He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. You watched intently, his lips plush and inviting, wet with liquor.

"That was my first time being here," You looked away, feeling intimidated by his gaze.

He was staring so intensely, you almost felt suffocated. But you liked it. Liked the way it made you feel, liked how he shifted in his seat to face you, how you could imagine your legs over his broad shoulders.

"You like it?" He asked, raising a brow.

"It's not bad," You smiled. You just couldn't stop fucking smiling. "Company's good and the people seem nice enough."

"You with your friends?"

You nodded. "And you?"

"I like drinkin' alone."

You tried to hide the frown that crossed your face.

"But I don't mind talkin' to you."

He was so damn charming- too charming. He was definitely good at sweet-talking. Your cheeks burned, wondering what else he was good at.

"That's sweet," You grinned, your hand landing on his arm.

He could've fucked you then and there, your hand on his arm lit up his entire body. He felt himself harden under the restraints of his jeans. He'd never gotten hard from a woman touching his arm before, and he wondered when he became so goddamn pathetic. He didn't mind it though, not if you kept talking and smiling like you were.

You introduced yourself, holding your hand out for him to shake. He seemed entertained by the idea, a small smile lifting his lips as his hand engulfed yours. He knew your skin would be soft, knew you'd have a light touch.

"Simon," He nodded. "Don't let me keep you from your friends."

"I think they're more than okay." You looked over your shoulder at the two of them, kissing in the booth, not paying a sliver of attention to anyone else. "Let me just drop these off for them," You took the drinks off the counter.

You came back with a purpose, a new mission for the evening; taking him back to your place, or his- whichever was closest. You had no idea he was thinking the exact same thing.

You and Simon continued your conversation, leading to the revelation that he was in the army, a soldier. If it was even possible, it turned you on even more.

"I work in an office," You said, stirring your drink with the thin, black stir-stick. "Nothing as interesting as that."

"I remember your blouse- that skirt you had on," He looked at you, a grin playing at his lips.

"You remember my outfit?" You giggled.

He nodded, "Couldn't forget it," He admitted, hoping it wouldn't scare you off.

"Didn't know I had that much influence," You raised your brows. "You should've introduced yourself then. We could've been having this conversation weeks ago."

"Didn't want to disturb you," He said, his palm pressing flat along your thigh. Your eyes drifted to the source of warmth on your leg, then looked back at him. "M'alright with where we are now, though."

"That's a shame," You sighed, now two cocktails deep, and undeniably aroused. He waited, brows furrowing at your words. "Think we'd be better off at my place."

He looked shocked, not sure how to proceed- whether it would be okay for him to accept, or make him appear too eager. But Christ, if he wasn't already burning up, desperate to get you undressed, kissing every inch of your body until you begged for him. He couldn't resist.

"Y'might be right," He drawled, his palm trailing further up your thigh, his thumb resting in the crease of your thigh and hip.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

He grinned, standing up from his seat, dropping a wad of cash on the bar.

"'M ready when you are, sweetheart."

He drove a new pickup truck, opening the door for you to step in. You sat comfortably, trying to restrain yourself as much as possible, but as he reached out to turn on the heat and you caught sight of the tattoos that engulfed his arm, you sighed deeply.

You were already aching, dying for a taste, anything to sate the throbbing in your abdomen. You could feel the wetness dripping from you, and you were sure you'd already soaked a spot on your panties.

When he set his palm on your thigh again, you exhaled, setting your hand overtop his. His hands were rough, worn; and you couldn't wait to feel them against your bare skin. You glided his hand carefully, slowly, up your leg, urging him to feel you, touch you.

"You can touch me, Simon," You whispered.

He looked over, his eyes narrowing as you leaned back, spreading your thighs a bit.

"I want you to touch me."

"Christ," He muttered, his fingers pressing against your pussy from over your jeans.

The pressure pushed the seam into your clit, and you let out a soft sigh. He watched with wide eyes, heavy breathing as he moved his fingers in small circles, forcing your jeans against you. You writhed under the pressure, whimpering softly, clinging to his wrist with an iron grip.

He listened to the sounds you made, trying not to close his eyes and savour it, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the road. If that was all it took to have those sounds of pleasure coming from your lips, he couldn't imagine what you'd sound like when he was inside you. He could hardly wait to show you the attention you deserved, make you cum endlessly, beg for his cock.

The trip to your house wasn't long, and when you entered the apartment, he had you pressed against the entryway. His hand on your waist, the other above your head, you stared into his eyes.

"Been dyin' t'get my hands on you since I first saw you," He whispered, goosebumps exploding over the surface of your skin.

"You shouldn't have waited," You said back, your face tilting up to his.

His hand left your waist, his thumb running across your bottom lip as he stood up straight. Letting out a heavy sigh, he grabbed your hips and yanked your pelvis flush with his.

"You're a fuckin' tease," He breathed.

He pressed his lips against yours, already a hungry and devoted action. Your lips felt like velvet, you tasted like a sweet fruit- cranberries, from your vodka-cran. He moaned softly, cherishing the feeling of your mouth against his, your hands coming to his face, delicately holding him in place.

He loved the way he made you look so small, so innocent against his larger frame. He'd have an easy time moulding you into positions, right where he wanted you. You felt so good, pressed against him, your soft little whimpers spurring him on. He introduced his tongue, gliding it against yours with no hesitation, tasting you.

"Show me your room," He said, breathless as he pulled away.

He was slow in his movements, his tall frame circling you like prey. He took a seat on the edge of your bed, thighs spread as he leaned forward. His fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Take it off for me, sweetheart," His raspy voice was low, eyes unflinching as he watched you. "Nice n' slow." His elbows rested on his thighs as he watched you.

Your hands went to the hem, lifting it off your waist and over your shoulders. You unbuttoned your jeans, too, sliding them down your thighs and stepping out of them. You stood in your bra and panties before him, feeling a bit nervous with his unfaltering gaze, his eyes taking in every inch.

He was practically eating you alive. He trailed up and down your form, a strangled sigh coming from him as he watched your breasts push against your bra, thong clinging to you nicely with the wetness between your thighs. He couldn't believe he'd gotten you in his grasp, so willing and ready to do anything he asked. It made his cold heart melt, watching the way your hip shifted nervously.

"C'mere," He said, leaning back.

Your feet pushed forward, standing before him, and he grabbed your hips as he tugged you onto his lap. He let his hands reach around to sit on your ass, exhaling, nearly exploding with how good you felt in his hands. Such silky skin, he couldn't help but let his hands roam.

"Pretty little thing you are," He whispered against your throat, his nose nuzzled against your chin.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, his tongue sticking out to lick a short strip over your skin. He took his time, lips exploring your neck.

"Simon," You sighed, hands reaching for his forearms. "Please." You wanted him to touch you already, your pussy was aching from being so aroused.

"I'm takin' my time with you, sweetheart," Was his response.

You shivered, his hands running up and down your back, reaching for your ass. You arched your back, chest flush against his. He wanted to memorize every curve, learn you inside and out until he could blindly please you.

"Take off my shirt for me."

You obeyed, nimble fingers working quickly to unbutton his shirt, eyes widening as you pulled it open. His chest was muscular, and your eyes trailed down to his abs, scars scattered over his torso. There was a trail of coarse hair that disappeared into his jeans. You felt your pussy clench, a fire that was already raging in your womb exploded tenfold.

You tugged the shirt off his shoulders, breath hitting his chest as you sighed, nearly riding his lap.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. You moaned, exhaling harshly through your nose as his tongue slid inside you mouth, gliding against yours. Your head went dizzy- intoxicated, drowning in the taste of his lips. You never wanted to pull away and your fingers reached his jaw as you leaned into him, hunger in your kiss.

Your hands then ran down his chest, over the hard muscles on his torso. He grunted softly, his body jerking as you felt his shoulders and biceps.

His hands reached around, unclasping your bra. He let it drop, watching you pull your arms from the straps. His eyes flashed to your breasts, one hand reaching up to cup your breast. Your head fell back, the ache in your pussy only getting stronger as he massaged your breasts. His thumb grazed your nipple, making you gasp softly.

"So fuckin' beautiful," He groaned.

You lifted your head, eyes boring into his.

He leaned in again, licking your breast before he took your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around it before flicking over it. You gasped, fingers lifting to his hair.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," He pulled back, lips finding your neck in a passionate kiss. "Bet your cunt tastes even better."

You sighed aloud, your hips jumping against his crotch. His words sent a shiver of desire straight through you, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He lifted you up with ease, turning to settle you on the bed.

Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, his lips back on yours for a moment before he kissed down your neck. Travelling over your breasts, he left bruises on the soft flesh, moving to your stomach, then hip bones.

His fingers tugged at your panties, parting them from your body with a bit of resistance from your wet core, then slid them down your legs, discarding them on the floor.

"Fuck," He mumbled. "You're soaked," He growled.

His lips attached to your inner thigh, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Your fingers reached into his hair, exhaling as you waited, hardly able to contain the thrumming in your chest, your desperate writhing.

His tongue licked a stripe through your folds and your hips jumped when he ran over your clit. Softly exhaling, you squeezed your thighs together around his ears.

He groaned softly, doing it again to receive the same reaction. His tongue worked a bit harder now, moving in circles over your clit. You were already wet- he knew that well. He wanted to eat your pussy for his own pleasure. He listened intently to the beautiful moans from your lips, his cock hardening even more when your fingers tugged and pulled at his hair.

You let out a soft moan, fingers curling into his hair, tugging as he lapped generously. The sounds of your pussy on his tongue were vulgar- echoing around your room. You were writhing in his grasp, even as his hands came to your hip bones to steady you.

He slid a finger inside you, curling it up against the rough spot inside your pussy. Your chest lifted, panting as he continued the motion, tongue still on your clit.

"God- Simon," You croaked, shivering. He adored the way his name sounded from your mouth.

It didn't take long for your climax to near, having already been turned on for so long, you were just waiting for his touch. You shifted with restlessness, and when he added a second finger, you knew your release would come any moment.

"I'm almost there," You whispered, voice hoarse as your abdomen clenched down.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," He cooed, fingers still coaxing it out of you.

Your eyes rolled shut, pussy squeezing down as you came- hard. He didn't relent, pleasure coursing through you as he continued his movements. He could hardly move his fingers at a certain point, your pussy constricting around him.

"Fuckin' hell," He murmured, eyes watching your body as you came.

You sighed softly, finally recovering from your orgasm, and Simon stood to his feet, face wet with your cum.

He leaned forward, "You wanna taste yourself?"

Your body shivered, meeting him halfway, pressing your lips to his. You made an effort to find his tongue, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue; mostly bitter, a hint of sweetness.

He stood up, yanking the belt from his jeans. You gulped, eyes watching with anticipation.

"I want to feel you," You said.

"Go on, love."

You reached out, fingers undoing his button, then his zipper. You yanked his pants down over his thighs. His bulge in his briefs was larger than expected- much larger. You pulled his briefs down, met with his large cock. Your hands immediately reached out to feel him, and his head fell back.

He was so used to fucking his own hand, the skin of yours was like satin on his cock. He choked back a gasp.

"Yeah," He groaned. "Just like that sweetheart," He praised, watching you twist your wrist, hand running up and down his length. You sighed softly, hips rocking as you listened to him, burning desire as he praised you.

You shifted, thighs rubbing together to create friction on your clit.

"Can't wait anymore," He said. "Lie back."

You did as he said, and he crawled over you, kicking his jeans off. He grabbed your thighs, tugging them to his waist as he lined his cock up to your entrance, tip rubbing against your clit.

"Can I?"

"Yes," You breathed. "Please."

"I'll give you just what you deserve, sweetheart," He grunted, his cock sliding slowly into your pussy. He let out a long sigh, basking in the way your walls took him in, how easy it was to glide in against the natural lubrication.

You moaned, your pussy stretching to accommodate his large size. It was uncomfortable for a few moments, before he began thrusting his hips against you. He leaned down, head beside yours as he rounded his hips, nudging his cock deep inside. You were all moans, body no longer able to do anything but obey. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him.

"Takin' this cock so well," He said in your ear. Your eyes nearly rolled in your skull, squeezing shut. "Gonna make you cum for me."

"Keep talking like that, please," You whispered, eyes opening to watch him.

He groaned, "Been wonderin' what you'd sound like on my cock."

"Oh my-" You couldn't even manage to get out another word, another coherent sentence, so you relied on his name. "Simon."

"Fuck," He groaned in your ear. "So fuckin' wet."

"So good," You breathed.

His hips drove into yours, his pelvis hitting your clit repeatedly. His thick cock massaged your walls and it was nearly too much. You arched your back, toes curling, thighs clenching around his waist.

His body pressed against yours, neck craned to look at you from beside your head, watching your lips part as you gasped for air; he wanted to etch the vision behind his eyes. Your skin was flushed, fingers clawing at his back, hand cradling his head against your neck. He was repeatedly burying himself inside you, massaging your clit at the same time, and you couldn't hold back.

"F-fuck," You moaned. "Fuck- Simon," You gasped, pussy clenching around him.

"You gonna cum for me?" He asked, his hand moving back to grip your thigh.

You choked out a 'yes' as he bottomed out inside you, tip pressing against your cervix. You felt the sparks of pleasure level out over your body, enveloping you in a full-fledged fire, every nerve lit up with pleasure.

Your chest met his, tensing as your orgasm made your body rigid. He didn't relent, though the way you held him so tightly and whispered his name made it increasingly difficult not to.

"Simon," You moaned, eyes widening as you looked at him, lips parted with pleasure. "So good, Simon."

He groaned, listening to your swollen lips call his name, his cock twitched inside you. Your small frame, innocent eyes, soft thighs wrapped around him while he stroked his cock in your tight, wet pussy; if he was a lesser man be would've finished inside you immediately without hesitation. But he wanted to experience it all for as long as he could.

"That's right, sweetheart," He rolled his hips again. "Fuck you feel good."

Your fingernails scraped down his back, his muscles flexing as he moved. He exhaled sharply. Your thighs were squeezing his waist, and his fingers were surely bruising the delicate skin, but you didn't care.

He devoured your moans with his lips, relishing the way you still groaned, even with his tongue in your mouth he could hear you. He could still feel you too, your sensitive pussy clenching around him every time he hit your clit.

"I want you to cum again," He said. "Let me make you cum again," He pleaded. He so desperately needed to see it again, needed to see you fall apart for him, call out for him.

"Don't stop," You said, pressing a kiss to his neck. It was desperate, an attempt to make him feel just as good as he had for you, and you kissed up his jaw when you heard a satisfied groan in his throat.

Your eyes rolled back, abdomen and pussy clenching as the tension in your stomach began to build again. It was unraveling quickly, crumbling when he praised you, talked to you, even looked at you.

"I'm-I'm close," You said, clinging to his shoulders. "Again."

He nearly laughed. "Yeah, love. Let it out, give it to me."

"Yes," You moaned, head thrown back. "Fuck yes."

Your climax wasn't far, another wave of pleasure pulling you under. You struggled for breath, your eyes squeezing shut, fingers digging into him.

He let out a short gasp, feeling exactly how tight you could hug his cock, and it sent him over the edge at nearly the same time.

"Where do you want it?" He asked, pulling out.

He was massaging his cock, and you took over, lowering yourself as he released over your breasts, thrusting forward in your hand.

"Fuuck," He drawled, seeing your breasts painted white with his cum.

You sat back, staring up at him. He leaned forward, kissing you softly.

"Definitely should've said something sooner," You teased.

"I've got you here now," He said, a small smile on his glowing face. "That's all I care about."

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod mwii #mwii #simon riley #anon #anon request #request #strlingsavwrites #ask strlingsav

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cherrirui-official · 5 months

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Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 2/7)

PART 2 BAYBEE WAHOOO!! Three more gijinka designs comin right up!

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there’s gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I’ll be linking here when done vvv

(Part One) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) This also contains a small amount of blood on one of the images!!

@saltydkart-reblogs

And that’s pretty much it, designs under the cut!

JOE:

The reason Joe dislikes most bird pokemon such as fletchling is because they're always stealing and pecking at the olives he... or well more specifically his company grows.

Speaking of which, they own a large plot of land which is used specifically to grow olive trees, which of course are used to make the olive oil he sells. What? Did you think that the olives come from Joe themselves? Of course not silly, welcome to capitalism.

That being said, Joe DOES know how to garden. When they first started their olive oil company they had to grow their own olive trees. Nowadays, in their spare time, they'll sometimes be found tending to the olive trees in their company's garden.

His crown is personally tailored for Joe and Joe ONLY. Crafted with the shiniest gold and the richest olives, all fit for a king! Somehow it never falls of his head. (Fun fact: the points are made to look like olive oil bottles)

Joe needs glasses but usually wears contacts when in public. Not that they look bad with glasses, it's just a personal choice.

Joe LOVES being involved in... well, anything! As long as it's not weird or sexual or illegal (that last one counts UNLESS it involves scamming others into buying his oil products), he is more than happy to invite himself into whatever is going on around him. What are you going to do? Stop him? Oh please!

HANNAH Ü:

At the start of her career, she would spend her days doing her own one-man (or.. well... woman) shows at subway stations, telling stories and entertaining other pokemon and people alike while they waited for the next train to arrive.

Her hat and cape are made entirely of salt! She is able to transform her cape and hat into different shapes and usually used this ability of hers to make stuff such as accessories, hats, and props that fit the role she's donning at the time.

Hannah LOVES collecting stickers and often wears them proudly on her body (in her poke form ofc ofc). However, she usually has to get someone else to stick them onto her bc of her lack of actual hands.

Some of her improv roles are inspired by the people she meets while others are inspired by pieces of media she's interested in at the moment.

Will ABSOLUTELY learn a new language if she needs to for a role. Duolingo speedrun world record

MYKYIE:

As stated previously, Mykyie used to be a circus performer before he quit to pursue his dreams. His most popular act involved him spinning plates on a stick while standing on a ball.

^^^ Because of this, he also has really, REALLY good balance.

Mykyie always keeps his Miku glowsticks on him, even when not attending any of her concerts.

"Anger Point" is basically an uncontrollable form of last resort whenever Mykyie is close to death but can still fight, it usually leads to him attacking whoever or whatever caused him great harm (In the instance of Lark, it was when he crit Mykyie and the ladder's health was extremely low.)

The Miku tattoo on Mykyie's arm was designed by Mykyie himself! However, it was drawn on him by an anonymous underground artist who went by many names to hide his true identity. The name that the artist went by at the time Mykyie got his tattoo was "Cl@ir33"

The cuffs and cape that he wears are... well, WERE, red. An unknown force seems to be slowly turning them into a shade of blue.

And that's all the HCs for now! Next Gijinka batch will consist of GrAce, Braidy, and Christene's

Also here's the posterless version of Joe's Gijinka bio before I go

#So far out of all the drawings I did for each Gijinka. Joe's has taken the most time #can u guess why?#It wasn't supposed to have the posters originally but I had that thought while working on Hannah and Mykyie's drawings #and I thought that would be hilarious if I went through with it so now we're here #Gee Joe! How come you get TWO versions of your gijinka bio?#Joe originally wasnt gonna have glasses but then the edited vids came out and his design in those vids has him w glasses #and so I wanted to see what my design looked like with glasses and oh... oh!! They look very handsome with them #My version of Joe gets glasses... as a treat!#it doesnt show their gijinka design with glasses here but maybe if someone asks ill draw him w glasses #Also Mykyie finally got a redesign LETS GOOOOOOOOO!!!#Personally I love how his hair turned out it reminds me of marble desserts and now im hungry :[#And Hannah has only rlly appeared in one discord doodle and the rlly epic funeral home drawing I made that I still think to this day slaps!#a knee ways TAGS!!!#friendlocke #friendlocke violet #violet gijinka au #saltydkdan #cherris canvas #cw light blood #tw light blood

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parkkiablah · 5 months

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A Loyal Customer (Zevlor x Reader (Non Tav))

(I actually dreamed about this the other day and I had to write it 😂 I hope you enjoy reading! 🧡)

You noticed the door open and you stopped sewing for a second to approach the customer. When you noticed the same tiefling that visited a lot lately, you smiled at him.

"Welcome back. What do you need?", you asked him.

"The undershirt of my armor is in shreds again, I hope you can fix it.", he said.

He handed you his folded shirt and he looked rather embarrassed doing so. It wasn't the first time he visited you this week. It wasn't the second time as well, but the third.

"How do you ruin it so often?", you asked laughing while you took the shirt from his hand.

"Fighting, mostly."

He was smiling and waited for you to check if you could fix his undershirt again.

When you unfolded it you weren't sure if you should laugh or cry. The fabric was ripped and part of it was missing completely. There was no way you could fix that.

"I am sorry, but there is no fixing for this shirt. I'll make you a new one.", you said when you put the shreds of fabric that remained of the shirt down and picked up the measuring tape.

"Oh, that's very sweet, but I'll have to admit I currently can't afford a new one. Tieflings aren't really welcome in Baldur's Gate and finding a stable job hasn't been-"

"See it as a gift then. It's against my pride to let my customers walk around with torn clothes.", you said. This was probably part of the reason why you were still working in the smallest space you could find in Rivington.

"I can't accept that, your work is great and you should be paid well for it.", he said, clearly uncomfortable with your offer.

"How do you expect to get a well paying job with an undershirt hanging in shreds?"

He sighed and he knew you got a point. His eyes locked with yours and a smile formed on his lips.

"You are too kind. I will make sure to pay you twice as soon as I can afford it. I promise."

"No, this shirt is a gift, but I expect you to keep coming back once you could afford the high society stores.", you said laughing. "Now let me get started measuring you, I want the shirt to fit."

He joined in on your laugh and took a step closer to you, so you could get started with your work.

"You never told me your name."

"I am Zevlor.", he said and asked for yours, too.

While you told him your name, you measured his arm length and the width of his shoulders.

When measuring his back you noticed something odd about the way his pants fit around his tail.

"Do you wear regular pants with just a hole cut into it for your tail??", you said and your hand was already pulling on the waistband of the pants.

The skin on his tail visibly bruised with the fact that regular human pants weren't made for tails.

He moved away by the sudden touch of your hand on his bruised skin.

"I uhm-.. it's not like I have much choice, tiefling clothes are even more expensive as regular ones and it's not like there is many stores for that, too."

He avoided your gaze, visibly uncomfortable by the fact he doesn't even have pants that properly fit him. Arriving in Baldur's Gate really wasn't going easy on him, with most of his belongings gone and barely any money left.

"Stand still so I can measure you and your clothes will be done tomorrow. I won't let you bruise your skin any more.", you said.

You hated how people judged tieflings and made their life worse, so seeing him with bruised skin by just not being able to afford fitting pants was making you angry. Not that you had anyone in particular to be angry at, but that wasn't your concern right now.

"You really can't give me more than the shirt. I can't even pay you for your work on that.", he said, as he tried to keep you from measuring his legs, too.

"Listen, Zevlor. I know it makes you uncomfortable, not being able to pay for it, but I know you are not the type of person to forget about the help I offered and I don't plan on dying tomorrow, so you will have a lifetime to pay for the pants. The shirt is still a gift, so don't dare trying to pay for that.", you said while your hands rested on his shoulders and you looked into his eyes.

His eyes were moving across your face and you weren't sure what's on his mind.

"Thank you, really. I don't know how I deserve your kindness."

"Everyone deserves kindness and I am pretty sure it has been a while since you recieved some.", you said and you finally finished measuring his legs, too.

Turning to your desk you write it down so you can start making the clothes.

"Thank you again.", he said quietly.

"You're welcome.", you responded, smiling at him. "You can come pick up your clothes tomorrow."

The next day he came back as expected.

Of course he had to put on the clothes you made him so you could check if they actually fit him.

"Fits perfectly. Thank you.", he said when he stepped out of the changing room.

"I'm glad. I don't make tiefling pants every day, so I was a little worried.", you responded. "Turn around."

He turned and you noticed the pants fitting well around the tail too, with the bruised part on his skin visible.

"Please, before you wear regular pants again come here and let me make new ones for you.", you told him, softly poking the bruised spot and making him jump slightly by it.

"By the quality of these clothes, they won't rip as easily. I hope I won't have to come back to ask for your help anytime soon.", he said and he noticed the frown on your face.

"What if I want you to come back soon?", you replied and he looked at you surprised, before avoiding your gaze.

"I guess I could come back without needing your help then."

"I'm looking forward to it.", you responded smiling at him.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #zevlor x reader

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sleepyhead-poll · 3 months

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ROUND 1C, MATCH 9 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Aurora Sya Lis Goodreste:

After being kidnapped by the Demon King all she does is Sleep, or try to sleep. She won't stop at nothing to get a good night of sleep, including escaping her prison and decapitating monsters.

Aurora Sya Lis Goodreste, princess of the Kingdom of Goodreste, is a relentless force of nature driven by one unshakeable goal: to not just sleep, but to achieve the best, most comfortable sleep possible. She can quickly fall asleep almost anywhere, even in the most perilous of situations, but prizes quality of sleep above all else. Although kidnapped and held captive by the Demon King Twilight, this has done nothing to sway her from her obsession - to the point that breaking free of her cell, terrorizing the Demon King's minions, and crafting ever-more-superior bedding from their remains is a daily routine to her. So recklessly dedicated is she to the pursuit of a good night's sleep that she has lost all fear of death, having died and been resurrected several times during the course of her misadventures. Despite all this, Syalis has grown close to the monsters of the Demon King Castle, and - when not hunting them down for bedding materials - will often help them with their issues because doing good deeds helps her sleep better, too. Other miscellaneous Princess Syalis facts: her weapon of choice is a giant pair of scissors. She is especially fond of the Teddy Demons, who have grown so attached to her in turn that they'll readily do her bidding. She actually has a very strong work ethic (because the sooner she finishes all her work, the sooner she can go to sleep). She is self-conscious of her short tongue. She seems to have some form of face blindness, as she mostly tells people apart by their clothing.

Sya spends her entire captivity in the Demon Castle wreaking havoc in order to sleep the most and best she ever has. Her sleepiness is not only in her own name ("Sya" is like "zzz" in Japanese), but in the title of her entire series!

she will do anything to sleep

she just wants to sleep in the most comfortable fashion possible. that's it. that's the plot. also she is a menace when she is awake.

The entire anime revolves around the princess of the human kingdom trying to get a good night's sleep! She uses a demon's horns to sand something down & is more of a threat to the demons than them to her most of the time. Also, her interactions with the hero trying to save her are hilarious

She spends every episode just trying to get the best sleep possible. She will see something she believes will be so so so comfy and risk her entire well being to get to the comfy spot. Bonus demons working to ensure she gets what she wants because they are scared of her even though they took her prisoner.

Her main goal in life is to sleep. She causes utter chaos just so she can get a good sleep. She destroys parts of the demon castle, kills demons(there's a guy who revives them so this isn't permanent) and occasionally dies in order to get bedding material for a good sleep.

This girl will literally kill for some rest.

Sya sweep!!! Her whole series is about how sleepy she is, people

Jade Harley:

She has narcolepsy due to some meddling from another character, but it's narcolepsy nonetheless. She spends a lot of time sleeping, but that does hold her back as she's able to get a lot done on Prospit (a sort of dream world). She cares a lot about her friends and has a lot of interests like nuclear physics, cartoons, her dog, and being a markswoman.

She loves sleeping and dreaming!

She's got narcolepsy (....kinda, it's complicated) so for most of her initial appearances that girlie is just off in sleepy town, absolute snoozeville. Also I have great respect for her ability to look so comfy while sleeping in objectively uncomfy places, like a greenhouse floor

The original sleepy girl. so very sleepy. you agree

sometimes the world just needs a sleepy whimsical puppy girl. that's how it is

she falls asleep at random moments, and she has a robot that acts out her dreams for her so she doesn't sleepwalk and potentially get hurt, but the effect of this is her online friends aren't always sure when chatting with her whether she's awake or asleep. they don't tend to realize they're talking to dreambot jade until she says something completely bizarre and nonsensical, but then sometimes she says strange and silly things while awake because she's a very silly girl (/positive) and trying to parse whether a thing she said is just her being silly vs her being asleep can be difficult. also she sometimes has visions of real events happening somewhere or some*when* else in her sleep.

#round 1 #round 1c #sleepy princess in the demon castle #maojo de oyasumi #homestuck #aurora sya lis goodereste #aurora goodreste #sya #jade harley #poll bracket #poll tournament #polls #character polls #sleepyhead poll

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Namor & Talokan

So these are my thoughts upon watching Black Panther: Wakanda Forever twice now.

I loved Namor. I truly feel they captured the characterization so well in so many ways and it’s amazing how good of a job they did in this movie, how Tenoch owns that role, how perfect everything is. This is what it means to adapt a character, changing things but keeping the essence of the character and tbh the changes were such a great choice because in the end it served to enhance the character and bring him to new audiences and fans to enjoy and he is still NAMOR. So many people complaining about how bad it is they stripped Namor of everything obviously think that Namor begins and ends with Atlantis and know nothing of his character.

The overarching theme of Mothers, and their children, Namor & Fen, Shuri & Ramonda, play a central role amidst all the grief of the past/losing someone. Colonization is the enemy, not Namor who was just Wakanda’s antagonist.

Talokan mirrors Wakanda but asks the question: What if Colonization had won, what happens to the survivors who escaped? Wakanda never had to deal with the Invasion of their homeland, while Talokan did.

In the comics Namor is often the “Voice of Reason” when placed within a group dynamic, such as the Illuminati, it’s Namor who points out their plans are stupid or finds the most straightforward path to his goals, he is a very honest character and doesn’t hold back his words/thoughts. So it makes sense that just as Coogler holds up Talokan to mirror Wakanda so he would hold Namor up as a mirror to Shuri and gives her the option that others in Wakanda could not, to take on the world and give into those feelings of Rage. Ramonda (and by extension Wakanda) wants Shuri to grieve properly in a healthy and begin to move on with her life, which Shuri cannot do because in part she blames herself for not being able to save T’Challa. Survivors guilt is strong within her even though she really couldn’t do anything but that’s how guilt works. Which plays off really well because Coogler wasn’t afraid to let Namor be exactly like his comic counterpart and follow through on his word/promises even if that meant he was going to do things no Morally White/Good aka Hero character would do, since Namor is a Morally Grey character he has the space to make and follow through on choices he finds benefits himself and his people.

Spoilers beneath the cut, so this is your warning.

While Namor is much older and had time to rule over his people and deal with the grief of losing his mother for hundreds of years he chose Rage & Vengeance as his crutch to get through losing her. He focuses his anger on the world. He isn’t wrong, the Spanish Colonizers are the root cause for all the evil done to him and his people and by extension the surface world. Namor is a Hero to his people and he is their Protector. Which means he will be viewed as an enemy of the surface world. Namor was superhero comics first anti-hero and Tenoch!Namor is the same.

As a general overview before I get into details, Namor’s arc is very complete. His goal was an alliance with Wakanda, he makes it clear the first time he comes to ask them for help because Namor does not ask for help, not in the comics, not unless he trusts that person or is willing to trust that person. Namor + Trust is a very important trait. Listen if you think Namor couldn’t find the scientist and kill Riri where she stood on his own than you don’t know how capable Namor is. He and his people are not primitive/lacking of skills or smarts, he doesn’t need Wakanda’s help but he recognizes it would be smarter in the long run to have an ally that would empathize with him and his people. He chooses Wakanda because its the Nation his mother told him about, and he recognizes that they and Talokan are both very similar. Namora and Attuma were literally using a hunting trick for Riri, have someone else draw her out into the open before taking them down. Why else would they have been waiting close enough to take Riri if Namor had asked the Wakandans to bring her to him? If Namor had truly trusted them to find AND bring Riri to him he would have waited instead he had a back up plan which were Attuma and Namora. Namor’s trust of the surface, even Wakanda only goes so far.

Let me get into details. You don’t know how much it’s killing me to not have pics to go along with my text but I will have to wait till the movie is out on dvd to be able to gif/screencap everything.

I’m starting off with character design first:

Wings.

His wings are AMAZING. There was no easy Superman gliding and swooping here! His air walking was astounding, at times it felt like he had to really push himself to get up to a certain height level like a bird putting more effort into its wings getting off the ground vs catching a air current. He was so agile and FAST, turning on a whim and aware of his surroundings, honestly some parts felt like he was just swimming or dancing through the air, the way he twists his body/hips to change positions. I am so happy they included the wings because it’s so important to his character.

His wings flap rapidly like a hummingbird, and it’s always been one of my personal headcanons that’s how Namor’s wings move and it was really cool to see! There’s a sound you hear when his wings move, like a rattlesnake/buzzing, I think its because he is called K’uk’ulkan, Feather Serpent God, so that rattlesnake buzzing is a nod to the serpent aspect of that.

Edit: AresisKander on Twitter added this comment after reading this post and I am including their comment:

About the sound of the wings or when he flies, I think the reference is to the ayoyotes or chachayotes many people in Mexico still use to do/reenact traditional dancing

A photo of Ayoyotes.

/End Edit.

I did some searching online today to try and figure out what bird/feather pattern they modeled Namor’s wings off of because in the movie it’s not pure white wings and had some light patterns of grey/light brown with the white. I think its modeled after the Osprey (Pandion Haliaetus).

The parts I’ve highlight here are what stood out to me the most in the movie, the tops of his wings had the same white feathery look and his lower feathers had that pattern. The bird makes sense for Namor as the Osprey is found near rivers/bodies of water and is a fish eating bird of prey, with excellent eyesight to see underwater to hunt their fish. They are excellent divers too.

Tenoch’s ears were so cute, and while Namor has pointed ears, the rest of his people do not, so some people like Namora, use jewelry to give themselves the pointed ears like Namor, others use jewelry on the outside of their ear to mimic the pointed ear shape.

GILLS.

THE TALOKANIL (or is it Talokaneil?) HAVE GILLS. I AM SO HAPPY THEY KEPT THAT FROM THE COMICS!!! The Gills have always set Marvel’s Atlanteans apart from DC, and even Namor has gills in the comics even though artists forget to draw it but it was an important plot point in a couple of comics. Seeing their water masks covered not just their mouth/nose but also the gills on their necks was so cool. I can’t wait until high res stills come out so I can show you all how cool their costumes were! the gill masks were soooo pretty!!! There is just so much detail on their look/costumes/mayan influences that I can’t do it justice with words but it was beautiful, Namora had a few outfit changes through the movie which I loved.

Speaking of Namora, she was not at all like her comic counterpart and like I guessed before she is basically a mix of Namora and Andromeda. It makes sense why they wouldn’t use the character Andormeda since she is Attuma’s daughter in the comics so they wouldn’t have time to explain why his daughter is the same age as him etc. since comic atlanteans are long lived and look the same ageish. Andromeda operates as Namor’s right hand woman, the captain of his guards/army, a highly respected close friend and long time ally who would always fight beside Namor and offer advice.

Namora is smart, loyal, and such a badass in the movie. Mabel played her beautifully and I adored her. Anyways I loved this interpretation of Namora and I hope we get to see more of her and Attuma. Attuma’s character does not get alot of lines, we have no clue to his motivations and if he hates Namor or not like in the comics, in the comics they were enemies, but the recent King in Black: Namor tells the story of Attuma’s origin and friendship with Namor before it all went bad.

Namora, Attuma, and Namor all wear different outfits throughout the movie. The character designs were brilliant, and the costumes were gorgeous, so I really hope they win an award for that again.

It also feels like they each have an “Avatar” of sorts. Namor is the Feathered Serpent, Attuma is a Shark, and Namora is a Lion Fish, remember the Lion Fish is a deadly venomous creature so those spines Namora wears are a warning threat to her enemies.

The Plot

I will be focused on the Namor/Talokan plot mainly.

The first scene we get with Namor is literally ripped from the pages of Marvel Comics (1939) #1. In the comic, two divers go exploring a ship and Namor darts by too fast for them. Later Namor cuts the lines of one diver killing him, then goes after the second diver.

In the movie the divers are sent to check on a drill in the ocean, it had struck vibranium, which the Americans were after since they had a Vibranium detection machine. Namor swims by too fast for them to see, they are too focused on their find, however one diver’s life support signal stops, when the scientist lady on the ship asks the second diver to turn around to check on her partner and see if he was ok, she turns only to find cut life support lines. Namor comes for her next. I want to say very quickly that while Vibranium was included in the backstory/plot of the movie it also has it’s roots in the comics but only since the 90s:

Golden age - two divers on an exploratory mission - Marvel Comics (1939) #1 Silver age - expanded: two divers were sent there because the captain of the ship was Captain Leonard McKenzie on his return to the Antarctic waters after decades to search for Fen. The Sub-Mariner (1968) #44 Modern Age - The original cause of two ships coming to Antarctica is because the first one (The Endurance) was on a mission to find Vibranium, while the second one {The Oracle, Namor’s father’s ship) was on a mission to find The Endurance. Namor, the Sub-Mariner (1990) #52

So as you can see they just cut off the Leonard part since Fen’s origins have changed as well, and they kept the scene from the first comic and their motivation is Vibranium. There was a very Depths!Namor vibe to the character which I adored because Sub-Mariner: The Depths is such a good comic.

Meanwhile above there is a siren song luring the crew to their deaths in the sea. I loved the Sirens, they are a highlight of the Talokanil. The ship is now under attack by the Talokanil, and the scientist lady escapes into a helicopter. Attuma and Namora arrivals are great! The Talokanil are efficient at their tasks.

Namora watches as the helicopter goes higher into the sky but doesn’t do anything because she knows Namor will stop them. The first scene showing Namor’s full strength is amazing, it cannot be understated how Namor is a Power in the comics, he is literally called a one man navy. Namor is the guy the other characters call in when they need the Big Guns. He wrecks that helicopter and the scene ends with a visual of Namor hover over the sea in the dark, it really reminds me of this visual.

Marvel Fanfare (1982) #16

So as you see Namor has been called Devil, Sea Devil, Sea Demon in the comics which makes the Spanish Priest’s words to a young Namor really hit home because humans have always viewed him as something not human, evil, and otherworldly even though they themselves are not good people.

The next time we see Namor he is rising out of the water in Wakanda to speak with Ramonda and Shuri, he carries with him a shell, a conch shell, which in can be symbolic of a declaration of war or something else depending on the context as written here and here by Aztec Empire on twitter. The soundtrack to Namor’s arrival is freaking awesome, and Namor’s first show of pure astonishment/wonder at Wakanda is so endearing. Alot of people complained about this online saying he wouldn’t do that, but the truth is Namor does know how to smile, he loves the wonder and beauty of Nature, he isn’t a scowling angry fish man all the time. Tenoch’s micro expressions are amazing, he goes from wonder to being a Threat in the space of seconds. What I really like is how he captured Namor’s humor which is not an easy thing to do since in the comics Namor has a very dry gallows humor that makes people around him think its very serious but he’s actually telling the joke more to himself than for the benefit of others. Namor says “- I took care of it” meaning he totally killed all those people but he’s acting like it was nothing more than a small chore or something. lol. Also there is something else I wanted to point out about the beginning of this scene, Ramonda and Shuri are alerted by elephants who sensed Namor and ran, in the comics when Namor is running amok in New York for the first time he releases several wild creature from the zoo, which also had elephants. Now I don’t know if that was in reference to that scene in Marvel Mystery Comics (1939) #8 but it did remind me of it.

And as stated earlier, Namor was willing to extend his trust but still Attuma and Namora followed Shuri and Okoye in the later scenes.

MCU!Attuma is strong and a capable warrior, I greatly enjoyed him baiting Okoye on the bridge into a fight. The way he looks at Riri (whom Namora told him to kill) and decides she isn’t going anywhere so he might as well have a fight for fun with Okoye was Peak Character for him. Namora is annoyed and snaps at him to stop playing around. I love their dynamic with Attuma playing the Strong Muscle character and Namora though tiny was clearly in charge. Both of them have consistent characterizations, both are very loyal to Talokan and they get stuff done. Attuma is 100% ready to kill Riri and so is Namora. They are looking out for the future of their people. BUT when Shuri asks them to take them to Talokan alive they confer with each other, they treat Shuri like the royalty she is and they take her wish seriously since they also know Namor wants an alliance with Wakanda. If Namor had ordered them to kill the scientist at all costs, I don’t doubt they would have been done there on the bridge.

When Shuri and Riri are in Talokan, Shuri is treated as according to her social status, a Princess, with all the respect given to her from one Nation to another which really stood out to me. They give her traditional clothing, and they aren’t unknind, they care for Riri and give her food while Shuri goes to speak with Namor. I’m just pointing out that Coogler isn’t depicting the Talokanil as some hostile people who are unreasonable in wanting to kill Riri, they are only hostile when the safety of their people is in question.

The biggest change I would say character wise in regards of the transition from the Atlanteans to the Talokanil is that the Atlanteans actively hated and looked down on Namor for being half human/atlantean, its a major source of isolation for Namor. Namor’s character is rooted in his biracialness, is rooted in being a man of two worlds without fitting into either world and struggling with his two people. Changes seem to have taken away that biracial aspect in the form of two different races of human/atlantean since it seems Namor is a full Mayan/Talokan now however it doesn’t mean it’s lost, Namor is never a part of the Talokanil proper, he is respect and revered yes but also set apart in isolation because of his slowed aging meaning he would outlive all of his people, and that he is seen as their deity. When Shuri meets Namor he is open and honest with her. He RESPECTS her in a way the Elders of her people didn’t, because they saw her as a child. He respects her because she is a Princess and because Namor respects women. I know there is alot of bad Fanon out there regarding Namor’s treatment of women in the comics but as a person who has read all of his comics, so much of it comes down to out of context weird fanon and also some moments of really bad writing however Comic!Namor was raised by his single mother Fen and has great respect for women, so of course Namor would respect Shuri and treat her in accordance with her social stature.

I’ve already begun to see NamorShuri shipping discourse so let be preface this by saying I literally do not care. I don’t care what people ship. However this meta is my, a comic fan’s, thoughts on Namor’s character and the rest of the movie, and I would appreciate it if people don’t use my words out of context nor they drag me into any shipping wars. Once one of my other metas was used out of context to promote racism and I don’t appreciate that. Also I personally believe that shipping is not the end of all things. I believe shipping is a fun addition to the source BUT it’s NOT the end all reason behind character’s actions. So people saying Namor was totally hitting on Shuri, or flirting with her, or whatever, that’s fun fanon for you but I personally do not see it that way.

Namor is charismatic in the comics and Tenoch!Namor captures Namor’s charisma, anger, sorrow, and light heartedness but most of all he captures Namor’s loneliness. When Namor opens up to Shuri and tells her the story of his people, of his mother, he is trying to find a connection, some empathy, a friend.

Princess Fen and her people.

They don’t say Fen is royalty or some high ranking woman in their Nation, however they don’t not say that either. Until we get more information about her then I will only speak on what I saw. Fen and her people are suffering from smallpox brought over by the Spanish Invaders, her people are dying, and she is pregnant. We see Fen place a stone, a funeral rite, into the mouth of a dead man who was placed in a dug grave, he had already passed. The unnamed man died of smallpox, and I personally believe this could have been Namor’s father but also it simply could have been a person who was her family/friend/she had some connection to since we aren’t exactly sure who he was. In the comics Fen is the most beautiful Atlantean ever, and I love the actress they chose for Fen, Maria’s beauty takes my breath away to be honest. In the comics Fen meets Namor’s father after she was sent to spy on the Americans and she falls in love with him. She is strong, smart, and fierce princess of her people. I have very strong feelings about Fen as she is one of my favorite characters.

The Shaman creates the potion/serum they drink to turn into water breathers/Talokanil, however Fen hesitates because her concern is her child. The Shaman promises her that this will save her child and her and then swears that her son will be their new king since he will be the first born of their new people. This new backstory for Namor fits the tone of the movie. I loved both Fen and the Shaman, their actors were so good.

Fen being a central character in Namor’s life is so important and I’m really glad that the movie didn’t skip over that. Fen is a guiding force, the reason why Namor is the way he is in the comics, her love and protection, even her naming him “Namor” which in the comics/atlantean it means “Avenging Son” all shaped Namor into the character he is. Fen and Namor are so important to me.

Namor speaks about how he grew up slowly and his mother aged normally, and how for her death she wanted to be buried in her homeland on the surface. Namor carries out his mother’s wishes. Fen in the comics is also buried in her homeland in the antarctic waters of her youth.

Now. This scene. The Child without Love. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I have not been able to stop thinking about this since.

Namor is the AVENGING SON, he gets his identity from his mother. When I learned she wouldn’t be naming him that I was honestly very upset because its so central to who Namor is, but then I saw the adapted scene and I feel it works in this context. In the comics his name is a warning to the surface world/white people who hurt his people in the original comics. In the movie the name was bestowed upon him by a Spanish Priest who calls him a devil after Namor saw their evil and punished them for it. Namor wears his name as a promise to his people and a threat to his enemies,“My enemies call me Namor”.

Honestly the burial of Fen was so sad, Namor even places a stone in her mouth as well. She missed her home and wanted to be returned there. This really speaks to me about immigration and displacement, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard my own family members, the older ones, who don’t live in the homeland anymore talk about how they must be buried there. I think its something that only people who leave their homeland (not out of choice but a need for a place that will be better for lives because their home isn’t safe or they have better opportunities in foreign land) can really understand that no matter how far away they are, the need to return there, be buried there for the rest of time is a such a human need. The themes of immigration/displacement/colonization is prevalent throughout their story.

In the comics Namor’s first motivation is to wage war against the surface (white) people who hurt his people and he does cause a ruckus but then he faces the true Evil of Humanity when he finds out about the Nazis, he fights alongside the humans to stop them in WWll because he knew that they would come after his people next.

In the movie, the Evil of Humanity is the Spanish Colonizers. There is no romanticized version of this, there is no Spanish colonizer myth of them being benevolent people bringing advancement to the Natives. They are shown in their full evil glory as colonizers who hurt, killed, and destroyed Nations of Native people. This is the first time Namor sees humans, and its the worst they have to show.

When Nakia is searching for Namor/a way to find Shuri and Riri, she speaks to an old woman who tells her where Namor was sighted, and how he returns, and those who go after him with ill in their hearts do not return. So it means Namor is standing on a beach, returning over the years, because there is only one thing that would bring him to the surface world, his mother’s grave. Namor was visiting Fen’s grave in her ancestral lands.

The Sub-Mariner (1968) #17

Namor’s core character is that he is a hero to his people, and their protector, which the movie displayed so accurately. After the story of his people’s origins, Namor takes Shuri on a tour of his capital city. Another time one of his jokes comes into play, he is telling her all the ways her body would die under the deep water, and then goes “We have suits!” he neglects to mention its the SAME suits that he had taken from the scientists he had killed in the beginning of the movie! lmao. I love him. I really love this character even more now even though I’ve been such a huge fan of Namor for years.

Talokan’s Capital City is so pretty. I can’t wait to zoom in on all the details.

I honestly wish I could get my hands on that 400 page Talokan design book of it’s history/lore. I wish I had better pictures of the stone ring in which Namor does the Rising Sun hand gesture to activate the water currents that take them from the cave to the capital city. It’s clear the Talokans have advanced science/machines which they use all the time, and how they harrassed the power of undersea vibrainum like the Wakandans. Namor even says “I brought my people the sun”. I know there is like 30 minutes of cut footage so I will be waiting for that to come out in an extra dvd feature soon I hope.

¡Líik’ik Talokan!

The term means “Rise Talokan” or “Talokan Rises” the Mesoamerican symbol is the hand symbol connected to the sun (source & source) Namor and the Talokanil use it in greeting to each other.

The Mesoamerican worldbuilding of Talokan is more than I ever hoped for. One of my main ongoing complaints of Namor’s world in the comics is that Marvel is more interesting in destroying it than building it up so it’s just really great to see that Coogler and team had Mesoamerican experts and a language teacher (who played the Shaman) to make sure everything is the best it can be. I know this is a fantasy take of Mesoamerica but I feel they really respected the source material, and Namor’s transformation from Prince/King of Atlantis to K’uk’ulkan is a wonderful way to bring about the comic fantasy coding of native (atlantean) people to actual native mesoamerican people representation.

After their tour Namor gives Shuri his mother’s bracelet. The bracelet is made with fibers of the blue vibranium plant that the Shaman gave to Fen and her people. I know people are saying “it’s romantic, he gave her his mom’s bracelet” but like, if y’all could just take off those shipping glasses for one second to understand not everything has a romantic intention behind it. Imo Namor gives it to her as a gift, a sign of trust, everything he’s done so far has been to extend his hand in trust to what he hopes will be allies to his people. That has been his motivation, that’s what compels him to go to Wakanda, he is seeking an ally, and why not the Princess who has a chip on her shoulder, who wants to burn the world as he does?

While Namor is gone, answering Queen Ramonda’s summons/falling for her distraction tactic, Shuri and Riri escape with Nakia and in the process one of Namor’s people, a young woman, is killed. Namor and Ramonda’s confrontation is tense, and again he carries the shell, remember it’s significance of a object that represents war or other intentions.

Until now Namor had been trying to reach Shuri and get her to see things from his POV about why the scientist should die, but he makes it clear to Ramonda that he will kill Shuri along with Riri if it ensures his people will be safe. That is a character who all throughout the movie has made his goals very clear and then the rest of his character follows through on his threats/promises.

When Namor comes back to Talokan he finds that the entire ruse had been a betrayal, a trick, to get him to leave and in the process it costs him the life of one of his people. If there was one thing in the comics that was always sure to set Namor off was one of his people dying, and it’s no different in the movie. He gathers his people to make a speech about how his hopes was for naught.

The attack on Wakanda was Namor’s retaliation for the murder of one of his people.

In the comics the first time Namor attacks Wakanda, he was possessed by the Phoenix Force and not in control of his mind/actions. However there is a Namor and Shuri plot where Shuri sends her warriors to slaughter Atlanteans because of the Phoenix Namor attack, and then he sends the Black Order to Wakanda. Shuri in the comics does have innocent Atlanteans killed and Namor retaliates. Again they adapted stuff for the movie, and it plays out differently but I just thought to share that to showcase how different things were done. You can read Namor and Shuri’s interactions (they don’t have alot in the comics) in my Black Panther (T’Challa) & The Sub-Mariner thread here.

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I forgot to add another scene that was Comic to Movie:

Black Panther (2009) #1 - there is a scene in the movie that is exactly like this, where they fly above and comment on how fast Namor is in the water.

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The action scenes, every time Namor is flying around fighting and breaking stuff. Once again they show that Namor is A THREAT, and he will follow through on it. And again, the Sirens are so pretty, I love them. One thing I really found interesting is how we see Namor’s moral code even in battle, even after Ramonda, he knows he could crush them but instead he gives them time to grieve. Some people might go “why did he give them a week, etc.” but like, it makes sense for his character, he isn’t a murderer because he likes killing, everything he does is in accordance to his moral code and no one elses, honor is a huge thing with Namor in the comics too. Not to mention Namor’s over all goal throughout the movie, he wants Wakanda on his side, he will do what he can to get that. He points at Shuri and says “You are queen now.” He puts the heavy burden of caring for an entire nation on her shoulders, now she will finally be forced to either step up or let it crush her. Namor is pressure that presses Shuri’s character into change, either she will crack or become a diamond.

Good characters are not stationary, good characters grow and change.

The final three scenes I want to talk about:

The big Wakanda vs Atlantis fight takes place on the Sea Leopard, now this could just be a fun name they gave the ship but it could also be a deep dive reference into a Namor comic character, a villain called Sea Leopard.

Okoye vs Attuma fight again and I loved it. Namora was such a badass!!!! I didn’t mention the water bombs the Talokanil use but its so freaking cool, they use it all throughout the movie and they also use Whales to launch their people out of the water with their tails, or the people ride them. I just love all the worldbuilding of Talokan. I know I haven’t talked about other parts of the movie so far, but my favorite characters are M’Baku, Okoye, and Nakia. I enjoyed every moment M’Baku was on screen!!!

Namor vs Shuri, the big fight, Shuri has finally taken the mantle of the Black Panther, and this action scene was so freaking good. Shuri’s plan to use Namor’s weaknesses against him gains her the upper hand and to be honest all those whiney fanbois crying “but SHE is a girl and SHE can’t fight and beat Namor!!!!” need to shut up because they are WRONG. They aren’t jobbing Namor, they aren’t writing him out of character, these weaknesses are the same weaknesses Namor has in the comics!

Namor’s main weaknesses are: Pollution/Poisons, Being dried out/overheated, his wings being hurt, and some forms of mind control/amnesia.

The fight was more than fair imo and Namor isn’t flawless, he has weakness that were used against him. Honestly I would have been mad if he somehow was unaffected. ALSO I LITERALLY FREAKED OUT WHEN I SAW “IMPERIUS REX” ON SCREEN. lol, my arms were flailing for real.

Shuri weapon is against Namor’s throat and she has the power to avenge her mother, to kill Namor, to take that step further into violence and vengance, to burn the world and move further away from healing and dealing with her greif.

“When my mother died, the last person who truely knew me died with her” Shuri’s loss drove her to become the Black Panther.

Namor’s mother dies, and the last person who truely loved/knew him for him, for being him, not a protector, not a leader, that love dies too.

Ramonda’s words “Show Him Who You Are!” is echoed to Shuri, it’s the same words Ramonda yells at T’Challa in Black Panther, when he fights M’Baku at Warrior’s fall. This is Shuri’s defining moment, her path forks and she has to choose mercy and moving on, dealing with her grief or accepting vengence to forever take a place in her heart. Shuri demands Namor yields, and Namor yields, he got what he wanted, Wakanda’s alliance.

When Namora confronts Namor about him yielding, he even says as much, that what he hoped to achieve he got, and now Wakanda would turn to them when it was time (for them to face the surface world/colonizers)

The action scenes in the movie are amazing, I could watch it a hundred times, the final confrontation between them ends in peace between their peoples.

As I’ve said, this post was mainly focused on Namor & the Talokanil, and I didn’t go into depth with the other plots/characters because I’ve been a Namor fan for years so all my interest is hyperfocused on him and his people.

My complaint: Everett Ross’s entire plot was not needed in this movie, it literally could have been a phone call with the first scene and we could have gotten more scenes with Namor & the Talokanil.

Personally my one biggest gripe is that in the end Wakanda & Talokan should have gone after the main people who were a threat to their nations which was the american government, it was a earlier plot point with Queen Ramonda at the United Nations that was just dropped as the focus shifted over to Namor. I do wish they had keep that plot thread going and both Wakanda and Talokan had teamed up to fight the Government/Surface World etc. but this is a MCU Marvel/Disney movie and Disney/Marvel is never going to do anything so controversial as calling out the American or other governments in present day for their colonizing ways, which is why I feel keeping Colonization as something that happened in the distant past isn’t true. I know the realities of the studios politics and the message the movie was sending and tbh it really followed through on alot of things and my complaints are minor and doesn’t take away the sheer enjoyment and happiness I felt watching Namor and the Talokanil on screen. Also I’m so glad we got to see Namor’s artistic side, which he has in the comics as well.

Once again I am so glad that Namor is shown as a Man of Color and his people are Native Mesoamerican. I’ve always personally felt the coding in his comics meant that we would lose the impact of his story if they stripped him of his biracial poc coding and cast a generic white man. It was always my biggest worry when it came to thoughts of Live Action Namor.

I love how multifaceted Tenoch’s acting was with Namor. Tenoch Huerta is MY Namor, he is the perfect choice for Namor and I’ve stood by his casting since it was first announced.

Created in 1939 by Bill Everett, Namor is imo one of the best characters ever created in comics, and the mcu version is one that is equally as wonderful and complex. I love both versions very much.

#mcu namor #namor #mcu attuma #attuma #mcu namora #namora #black panther: wakanda forever #bpwf spoilers #meta #comic meta #mod: imperiuswrecked

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alligatorpie1945 · 1 year

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Some Thoughts/Reasons why the “Final” Season doesn't worry me.

Many animated shows lately have been canceled prematurely due to corporate interference, budget cuts, or higher up dealings. Which at least for me, has left me feeling frustrated and discouraged when it comes to consuming entertainment. And at first, hearing that The Bad Batch was already in its final season after just two seasons, immediately reignited a lot of those feelings.

But I want to remind everyone that it is not being canceled. Its ending, but it's by the choice of the creative team. I feel like too often shows will either fall into two categories. Either they are canceled way too soon, or they are kept alive well after their expiration date. And both scenarios are not ideal.

While its fun to have your favorite show go on indefinitely, it will one way or another get to a point where it feels directionless, unmotivated, or stale. Typically writing goes down the toilet, actors leave, and characters aren't interesting anymore. (*ahem* The Mandalorian)

If the creators of this show feel like they can tell the rest of the Batch’s story in one season, then I trust them. I want a good ending for these characters, I want one that is not rushed or slapped together. Its okay for things to end. I just want it to be given the time and effort they deserve.

And lets be real, this is Star Wars we are talking about. Characters (especially beloved characters) are hardly ever gone permanently. Pretty much every “main” character has come back in another show. So even with the end of this series on the horizon, I highly doubt it will be the end of these characters. So keep that in mind if you find yourself spiraling.

Side Note:

I think most of us have seen the leaked teaser, but remember! Star Wars is pretty crafty with their trailers. For season 2 the majority of the trailer was made up from the first 6ish episodes! I’m predicting they save Cross and Omega within the first couple episodes, Tech will probably come back either early - mid season and then who knows what we will be getting at the very end. I remember hearing, I think Dee Bradly Cooper say that the show is about The Batch at its core. And given we didn't really get to see everyone in action together during season 2. I'm assuming we are building up to have ALL SIX of them together fighting a big ol battle at the end of the show. Whatever I'm sure they do, it will be great!

#the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #rambling about stuff #i know how easy it is to spiral and get upset i hope this helps someone

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Sowa Team

(crawling out of my cave as a husk) Finally... some Gromsko x Fem Reader content... from yours truly...

Summary: Sent on a scouting mission for Specgru, you're kept company by Gromsko, among Poland's finest soldiers. Bold, light-hearted, and deep down, very caring and passionate, he makes not only a great partner but great entertainment. As the sunsets though and you have to call it a day, an injury let's him show his skills from JW GROM to you while you two settle down for the night... and maybe settle down for a little more... Word Count: 13,397 Tags: Slight medical play, slight size kink, language kink, praise kink, heavy petting, marking, face sitting, multiple orgasms, slightly possessive, creampie A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TOO TO EVE, @ave661, FOR PROOF READING THE POLISH AS I KNOW ZERO POLISH! I can’t thank you enough, dziękuję bardzo, I love you bestie 🥹💙 🔞+ STORY

Also avaliable on AO3! Translation at the end of the chapter!

The day was finally coming to an end, the sun starting to set over the mountains, casting warm shadows over your location. You were sent on a scouting mission, looking out on a base of a possible HVT. You were Specgru’s regular choice for scout, being small and easy to miss, light on your feet to the point you regularly snuck up on your own teammates without them noticing or you really meaning to. Obviously though, you couldn’t be sent in alone. You appreciated any company on these sorts of missions. Sure you enjoyed the nice quiet times, exploring and attempting to map a location from hundreds of meters away, but if you did it all the time, you’d definitely go crazy.

“I think it’s about time we call into HQ,” his voice boomed as he came up behind you. The orange of the setting sun lit the small bits of camo fabric that draped his helmet, practically his signature piece. Sobiesław Kościuszko, or as everyone else called him, Gromsko. “We at least know there’s gotta be someone in there that needs these guards around. It can’t be just some regular guy, right?”

You smiled softly, holding back a laugh from him being so light-hearted. You admit, you don’t really know much about Gromsko. Not that you avoided him or anything but... most interactions you had with him were from the battlefield. You know the amount of adrenaline and action brought out a new side in most people. On the field, he was loud, boisterous, a lil bit cocky but his confidence was not without merit. He was good at what he did. Though sometimes, you couldn’t understand what he was saying. With his thick accent and baritone voice, you could make out the fact that he slipped into Polish quite a bit. You’d hear passing conversations in the Specgru halls, how even when calm, he’d slip bits of Polish in there too. You yourself knew very little Polish, but you could tell he was just as vulgar in any language he spoke, often able to make out him yelling “Kurwa” when he was hurt or frustrated. From his tone, gruff and ranging from annoyance to anger, you could tell he probably wasn’t saying the nicest things to the enemy... or teammates for that matter.

“HQ, this is Sowa team, information on target, how copy?” You asked into your radio. Sowa, the Polish word for owl. Gromsko himself suggested it, which gave you a hint this was probably going to be an overnight thing as well. You didn’t mind but you knew you’d have to find a clearing near enough to this cabin in the Alps, and also you two would have to find some way to keep warm as the fall night air cooled.

“Copy, Sowa. What’s the information?” A rough, heavy British accent spoke in your earpiece. Despite his gruff tone, you knew he was calm.

“Can not confirm that target is in the location. There are a lot of guards outside though, I can imagine there’s more indoors.”

“Any rough estimate on a count?”

“19,” Gromsko cut in. “I counted 20 but someone caught me counting...”

“Any chance they’ll catch someone missing, Gromsko?” The lieutenant’s voice sounded a little bit more annoyed, with a hint of anxiety just barely creaking through.

“Nie, he was just on a smoke break at the wrong time. He got lost in the woods and chickened out.”

“Alright, if you say so, Gromsko...” His voice didn’t bleed any less annoyance hearing this. You had seen it across the mountain, you were actually helping him count with binoculars from a blind spot on the mountain, and he was right, it was just a smoke break at the wrong time. You saw as he got spotted and proceeded to take down the man a few inches shorter than him with ease. Shoving him in a bush many meters away from the location, you had overheard other guards talking about the flight risk of some others, so you figured it wasn’t that bad.

“Are we allowed to return?” You asked, even though you knew the answer was probably going to be...

“No.” Yeah... “We need absolute confirmation the target is in that cabin. You two will need to shelter in overnight. If you still have no signs of the target by tomorrow evening, we’ll bring you back. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you both said in unison. You looked over at him, his face full of determination as he looked at the ground through his yellow tinted glasses. You had to admit that you admired him. Clearly he knew when to be serious and he knew how to hold his own, but still he had a bit of light-heartedness to him, bringing warmth to an otherwise gloomy situation.

“Good. Ghost, out.”

He caught you looking at him as he took his thumb off the radio. You heard him take a deep breath out. “I think we should try and find a flat spot now, before it gets too dark. Agreed?”

You nodded. “Do you happen to have a tarp? I feel like the wind is gonna pick up, but I know I forgot mine...”

He let out a scoff laugh as he started heading north, heading for the more wooded area, you following close behind. “Afraid of getting cold? It’s quite nice to me, but I do happen to have a covering for you, maleńka.”

You looked at him a bit offended, implying you were weaker for thinking you would be cold and at least wanted some shelter for tonight. And whatever he called you... his joking tone made you think it was condescending, maybe a backhanded compliment but in a lighthearted way. You knew if you asked him though, he’d sugar coat it or translate it completely wrong.

“I suppose you’re fine then with being on watch first then, if you can deal with the cold better?” You returned the lighthearted spite, taking his own words and spinning them back on him.

He turned around to look at you, but kept walking, walking backwards. “Hey now, I didn’t say that. I think you should be on first watch, it will be much colder later at night. You can cuddle up nice and warm in a blanket, late at night. Wish I could do that.”

You could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice from the last sentence. His mask hid most of his lower face, but you saw the way his cheek rose, showing his slight smirk. You crossed your arms, showing your disapproval to him non-verbally, but couldn’t hold a straight face. Especially while his back was turned, watching you, he didn’t see the upcoming rock wall.

He crashed against it, his backpack saving him from most of the brunt of the force, but not saving him from feeling the sudden stop. His arms came out in front of him, eyes widening in surprise. “CHOLERA!” He let out in a shocked breath, sucking it back through his teeth as his body reset to the sudden stop. “Ej dupku, why didn’t you warn me?!”

You let your laugh out, his mad face making you laugh more as you couldn’t take him seriously. “You should pay attention to what’s ahead of you, dummy. We’re on a mission here.”

He shook his head, his face relaxed more and you could almost see him start to smile. He took a deep breath, turning around and looking up the wall. It was a decent bit taller than him, taller than he could reach, but the forest surrounded every other direction, no other way forward. He made it look easy, especially due to his height, just having to put his foot on one rock and push himself off from the ground, reaching up and holding the top. He pulled his own weight up with ease, sitting on the top and looking down at you. You slowly approached, making you realize the height difference between the two of you as you had to arch your back to meet his gaze. With that gaze though, he held his hand out, offering help with the looming wall. You smiled, hoping this would finally be the end of the little games you two were playing. You got your footing on one rock, able to reach his hand and grasp it. You could tell he had a quick wicked smile and let go, dropping you but a few feet, but still threw you off and almost had you falling down on your ass.

“Okay, you prick,” you spoke through gritted teeth, getting tired from everything between you two now. You caught your footing, hearing his deep, rumbling laugh above you.

“Oko za oko!” His voice remained just as boisterous, able to hear the shit-eating grin under that mask.

You shook your head, glaring up at him, watching for him to finally meet your eyes again so you could speak, letting him know you were serious. You took a deep breath out, “Can we call a truce? We have to at least deal with each other for a night, not to mention tomorrow.”

His eyes went to the side, you hoped just joking, playing overdramatically that he was actually considering not agreeing. “Dobra. I can agree to that.” He held out his hand again. You looked up at him, trying to hide some suspicion on your face as you reached up reluctantly, hoping he wouldn’t break the trust you had to have for him for the night. He noticed it, his expression softening a moment, showing a bit of guilt. “I promise, I won’t do it again.”

You put your foot on the rock and pushed off the ground, able to reach his forearm. He twisted, providing more support and allowing him to lift you up easier, with you helping as much as you could by pushing off with whatever rock you could get your foot on. He pulled you over the ledge, grunting as he did, his breath getting slightly heavier. You both sat on the ground a moment, catching your breath as the light from the sky slowly got darker. Looking up, you could even start to see Venus twinkle in the sky. You both looked at each other again, knowing it was time to hurry up, lest you lose the daylight you had.

He helped you back on your feet and you both continued, unfortunately struggling to find a good clearing that would provide a good shelter but still hide you both for the night. He started picking up rocks, leaving them to the right of whatever path you two were on, and putting a specific dot of mud on them. As you got deeper in the forest, anxiety took over, and you hoped his rock idea would actually help you two find your path back. As you went deeper too, the foliage increased in more than just trees. You both were covered enough but still, you watched the floor for anything with thorns, or possibly anything poisonous, though you hadn’t heard of too many poisonous plants in the Alps. It spiked your anxiety even more, having to try to level your breathing while keeping up with Gromsko.

Just as you thought you were about to finally catch your breath, he called out, “Hey, over here. I think there’s a spot.” He picked up his pace, his longer strides helping him out but leaving you lagging behind. You had to break into a decent jog to keep up, unable to watch where you were stepping, praying you wouldn’t step into some thorns and hurt yourself more. You were stuck focused on him, trying to see where he was going, but also keep an eye on the floor for anything suspicious, you didn’t even notice when you stumbled a bit to keep yourself out of an incoming bush to your left that you went into a fallen branch to your right, the jog you had causing it to scrap against your side. You quickly held where it had hit, just at the side of your stomach, slicing a good 3 inches down to your hip. You sucked a breath through your teeth, seeing Gromsko hadn’t even noticed and was continuing on his trek. You sucked it up, taking a quick breath and pulling your vest down slightly, hoping that would help compress it for the moment and not make him worry.

He finally stopped after turning to his right, a few feet ahead of you. He stood there, hands on his hips as he observed his surroundings. You finally caught up and joined him, looking at the very small clearing. It was at least something, not so open that it’d be easy to see you guys, but enough of a patch to home you two for a night. He sighed and looked back at you.

“What do you think? Those trees over there I can tie my tarp to, making a nice tent for you.” He smiled again, clearly unaware that you had even injured yourself. You were sure it was nothing, just a branch, you could walk it off. You nodded in agreement, trying to hide a wince as you pulled your backpack off, setting it down in the dirt nearby said trees. You rummaged through, pulling out your lantern, letting the little warm light fill the small clearing. He had the same idea, setting his bag down and pulling out the tarp, unfolding it gently. Once he did he unclasped his helmet, taking off both the helmet and ghillie attachment and set it beside his backpack. You hadn’t even realized he was wearing a full balaclava under there, just thinking it was a mouth and neck covering, but he soon pulled that off too, putting it in his helmet for safe keeping. He rolled his neck and let out a big deep breath. “I know I wouldn’t be able to set this thing up with that shit on. Hurts your neck after a while.”

You chuckled softly, looking up at him as he stood up, still looking in your bag for the blanket you brought. “I imagine... why don’t you just go for the full ghillie suit at this point?”

He shrugged, grabbing one end of the tarp as well as some rope. “I don’t have all the components. Plus at this point I think it looks cooler, that’s how people know it’s me.” He let out a laugh of his own, cutting one end of the rope with his combat knife. He squinted as he struggled to tie the knot though, eventually relenting to the dark and pulling his glasses up to rest on his short brown hair, letting you see his grey-ish blue eyes focus more. He finished his knot, taking a moment to look back at his work, but the weight of the rest of the tarp plus a small gust of wind sent it down the bottom of the tree. “Cholera... Ej, maleńka, can you grab the other end and tie it to that tree there.”

You stood up slowly from rummaging in your bag, making sure your back was to him so he didn’t see as you instinctively winced. It was just a scratch from a tree branch, it shouldn’t be affecting you that much. “You’ve said ‘maleńka’ twice now, what does that mean?” You asked, hoping it would distract you from the stinging pain and him from noticing.

“Maleńka? It just means ‘little’. It’s nothing to worry about.” You could see his smile now clearly, a bit more of a smirk now as you caught his gaze.

“You know, you saying there’s nothing to worry about makes me think you’re not telling the whole truth.”

“Now, are you calling me a liar? I thought we had a truce?” His cocky smirk increased as he finished up his bowline knot and you did the same. “Come on, let’s tie the other corners down here.” He walked to the corner of the tarp that was facing the clearing, starting to fold it under the shelter. He crouched under the little bit you had set up, leading it under and rolling out the other side to meet the third tree, making it a nice triangle. You crouched as well, you both standing on either side of the tree, tying the final corners down.

“It’s not me saying you’re a liar just... I know how vulgar you tend to be when you speak Polish so forgive me if I don’t think you’re saying the nicest things about me.” He raised an eyebrow at you, the smile not fading from his face. “...I know what kurwa means at least.”

He let out a hearty laugh, and admittedly his deep, rumbling laugh made you smile a bit more too. “O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.” His laugh continued, and you did a little over dramatic pout, trying to show your disappointment at him. “You just sound so cute saying it... I should teach you some Polish.”

“Again, I feel like you’d just sabotage me, tell me the wrong meanings of things.”

He tutted. “You think so lowly of me, just because I curse. We have to be together a night and you are already so mean to me.” He did a joking pout back at you, but couldn’t hold it without smiling. As you both tied the knots, your rope had a bit of kink in it, making you pull harder to get it through. As your body twisted though, you felt your muscle pull right on the side of your abdomen, stretching your injury. You couldn’t help but groan slightly, letting go of the rope and letting out your own curse under your breath. He obviously heard it, his face dropping from his joking demeanor to serious in half a second. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, speaking through your teeth. It stung like no other, but now you couldn’t hide it, though you tried your best to not worry him anymore. It was clear though he didn’t care and saw you objectively.

“Come on, get under the tarp. I’ll grab my first aid.” He had stood up, holding his hand out for you to help you up. You took it, slowly walking to sit under the tarp. Maybe it was worse but still... it was just a tree branch, it really couldn’t be that bad. You scooted over to your bag, pulling out the blanket and laying it out, just so you wouldn’t be sitting on the cold ground. He came back over, holding his first aid bag, setting it down in his lap as he sat in front of you. “Alright, where is it?”

You lifted your vest slightly, the makeshift compression clearly not working as a little bit of blood seeped through even onto your combat shirt. “I-It really shouldn’t be that bad... it was just a branch.”

“Yeah? A branch out here with dirt and moss and god knows what else on it? Ja pierdolę, you're bleeding through your shirt and I can see your undershirt is soaked already!” He grunted, scolding you harshingly and making you feel slightly embarrassed. He opened his kit, pulling out a bandage, thread and needle, and isopropyl alcohol. He also had his hydration pack nearby, a small cloth he soaked in said water. He took a small, travel sized hand sanitizer, squeezing it and rubbing his hands together. “Alright, go ahead, lift up your shirt.”

Your face fully went red, his low voice telling you that, even if it was in such a serious tone, lit something inside you. You weren’t sure if it was just some strange instinct or if maybe... You were hesitating and despite the low light, he read your expression clearly. “D-don’t look at me like that. Come on, we’re both adults.” The silence hung for a moment, still hesitant to lift your shirt for a man like him. His voice went softer, more caring, and did not help the spark that ran down your spine, “You only have to lift it a bit. I promise, I won’t go any further than we need to.”

You took a breath, hoping to calm your own thoughts and unconscious feelings, undoing your vest and throwing it aside, then rolled up your combat shirt, bringing your camisole underneath with it. He came closer, lowering himself to look closer, running his large, cold fingers along the exterior. He took another breath, you were able to feel it slightly hit the edge of your wound, but also drag across your exposed abdomen. “Sorry, maleńka, I can't quite see and I have to...” His finger ran down, barely resting them at the top of your pants. He looked up at you, his eyes full of embarrassment and pity as he nonverbally asked you if this was okay.

More heat crawled up to your face, you avoided eye contact with him, but nodded. “W-whatever you have to do...” Still avoiding his gaze, you felt as he brought them down a few inches. The silence hung a moment, wincing as you felt him stretch it open a bit. “...How bad is it?”

He took a deep breath, twisting his body to grab the soaked towel. He shifted from sitting on his knees to having his legs straight out in front of him, letting him see it without having to crane his back as much, as he started dabbing the outside gently. “I can see the dirt, even in this shit lighting... And it’s really deep...” He sighed again as he set the towel aside, looking up at you again with pity. “They don’t give me any damn soap in this thing either, so... even though it's better to disinfect with soap and water, I have to use alcohol.” You always thought it was better to use alcohol but you remembered how he was trained. The JW GROM in Poland were known as “the surgeons” not just for tactical precision, but for their thorough medical training. And even among those in GROM, Gromsko was considered among the best. You knew you were in good hands but still, the way his saddened expression looked at you really made you realize he didn’t want to go about this method. But with a very dirty but fresh wound, there had to be some way to clean it while you two were by yourselves in the forest.

You knew how much this was going to sting and mentally you were preparing yourself. One of his hands held the side of your waist, pulling the skin taught gently while the other wet a small cloth with the isopropyl.

“I’ll count off.. at three...” You held your breath in anticipation.

“One...”

“Two...”

He didn’t wait for the three, instead holding the towelette there, not letting you brace yourself fully so you didn’t have any resistance. You cried out as it stung harshly, your abdomen instinctively crunching and pulling you forward as you attempted to protect yourself from the new found pain. Your hands went down, gripping hard as you continued suck a harsh breath through your teeth, occasionally letting out a pained moan, unable to hold back.

Your eyes were sewed shut the whole time, in pure anguish. You slowly caught your breath, cracking your eyes open and able to focus. You looked down, seeing you had not flung yourself and grabbed your own knees in instinct, instead landing forward onto his thighs. You quickly retreated your grip from him, the full embarrassment showing on your face, but his as well. You could tell a flush went to his cheeks that matched your bright one. “I-I’m so sorry! I-”

He cut off your fumbling apology before you could embarrass yourself any further. “It’s...” he cleared his throat, clearly a bit more affected by this than he wanted to admit. “It’s fine. I should’ve given you something to grip but...” His gaze averted as he looked down at the slightly blood stained towelette. He held his other arm up, offering it to you as the alternative. “...I still have to clean up a little more.”

Regrettably, you were left gripping hard at his sleeve and forearm, at points wondering if he’d have to give himself some care from just how hard your nails were digging into him. Occasionally you’d rest your head into him as well, just groaning in pain as the stinging did not get any better. Once he lifted away though, you knew this was only the beginning as you slowly opened your eyes and looked at the shining metal that sat by his side next to the thin thread. “You... don’t have any numbing anything in there, do you?”

He shook his head, holding up the needle to the light and attempting to put the thread through the eye. “Sorry, if I did I would... I want to make this as easy on you as I can but...” He looked away sadly, then looked back up at you. He was just barely at your height again as he wasn’t leaning over, still just barely taller than you even when his ass was fully to the floor while you were on your knees. He got the needle threaded, then looked over at you, examining you again as he held the needle up. Instinctively, your stomach flinched away from him. You knew he was just trying to judge what was the best angle to come at it from, but you couldn’t help but suck your stomach back in an attempt to get away from the sharp object. He took a deep breath again, closing his eyes as he thought about the next words he was going to say. “...I know it’s going to sound bad again but... can you please sit up on your knees?”

You knew what he meant and even though he premented it, you still blushed again. You did as he said, assuming he knew what he was doing. He slowly scooted forward, letting his legs spread open as he straddled yours, getting close to your stomach again. At this height, though he still slightly had to slouch, it was easier to meet it, and he was but inches away from how closely he had to look. One hand held your wound steady, no doubt you were unconsciously trembling under him, while the other just barely hovered above with the needle. He looked up at you, those blue eyes big with sympathy and causing another spark to shoot down from the unintentionally somewhat sensual position you two were in. “You can grip my shoulder if you need to, but try not to move my arms.”

You nodded at the obvious direction he had to give you, taking him up on his offer and putting your hands on them preemptively. Your breath shook as you spoke, “Are you... going to give me a countdown?”

“Nope,” he said, unceremoniously forcing the needle down to make his first stitch. You cried out, instantly gripping on his shoulders and crashing your head down as you shut your eyes. You felt his hair against your nose, confirming your suspicion that you slightly lost control while giving into instinct, but didn’t lift up, no matter how embarrassed and hot your cheeks felt because you knew you’d come crashing back down either way. “If I did you’d flinch away... but you’re doing great with this first stitch.”

You knew he was lying, but still you smiled, taking his praise anyway. You sucked a breath through your teeth as you felt the needle graze you again. With the hand that was holding you still, he gently rubbed circles with his thumb, comforting you as you felt the prick again. You felt his breath hot on your stomach as you let another cry of anguish. You knew you had to be stronger than this but... damn, this hurt.

You felt his hair get slightly wet as tears instinctively fell from you, tightening your grip on him as you lifted up, looking back down on him. He was so focused on his next stitch, he didn’t even notice the weight lifting from his head. The way he was looking at you though, so determined, his brows furrowed, breath steady just tracing your abdomen. It felt so odd and you didn’t want to admit but seeing him like this seemed to be starting to turn you on.

He held his breath as he went for another stitch, shutting your eyes and moaning in agony, your grip tightening on his shoulders tightly as you hoped the pain would erase these strange feelings you were starting to have. As he breathed out, he glanced up, finally noticing you weren’t resting on him. He saw even though your face showed your pain, the moan clearly a response to it, looking up at you with your eyes shut and mouth slightly open, the moan almost being indecipherable from a different kind of moan, he felt a heat run up to his cheeks as well, trying to shake the feeling by shaking his head. He couldn’t help it though when he felt you clawing at his shoulders. He had to keep telling himself this was basically his patient... he couldn’t let what he was feeling get the better of him.

Rubbing his thumb again in an attempt to comfort, he refocused, putting another stitch in and almost immediately watching your reaction. “Kurwa...” he cursed softly under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t hear. “Dlaczego uważam to za...” he let his voice trail off as he saw you slowly open your eyes, looking at him half lidded as you were dazed slightly from the pain of it all. He chuckled and smirked, “You’re looking at me funny.”

You thought you had blushed all you could but were proven wrong as you felt more, being called out for your feelings you were trying to repress. “H-hey! You’re looking at me funny, too...”

His smirk did not fade as he remained looking into your eyes. "Yeah? How so?"

You stayed silent a moment, trying to figure out a way to word it. His eyes slowly looked back down, pulling another stitch through. You sucked a breath through your teeth, gasping as you felt him slowly pull it out, and his gaze met yours again. “...I think you should focus on the task at hand.”

He hummed softly, comforting you again with the slight touch of his fingers on your waist. “I can focus on two things at once, kochanie.”

The way his voice came out more husky... it made your already growing feelings hard to fight as well you wondered what he actually just said. “W-what does ‘kochanie’ mean?”

“That’s not important right now...” He knew you were avoiding the question. As if a perfectly timed punishment, he pulled another stitch through. The pain was getting more bearable, just barely though as you still gasped feeling it, no doubt igniting another spark in him. “I just want an answer... How am I looking at you funny?”

Once you caught your breath, you looked down at him, trying again to gather your thoughts and throw a cohesive description at him. “Your pupils are so dilated and I can tell you’re blushing... Your sly little smile too? You’re taking way too much joy in this...”

He hummed again, slowly turning into a low laugh, his eyes boring into yours, seeming to return the favor by trying to find a way to describe your current expression. “Mhmm... I can say the same about you. You’re not smiling but, the way you're looking at me... something about me looking up at you has you going, huh?” The corner of his lip turned up and before you could respond, he put another stitch in. You cried out again, gripping hard. The pain did sting but you thought it almost didn’t warrant that reaction from you. You wondered just why then did you react in such a way. You slowly opened your eyes, looking at him as he still had that cocky smirk on him. “It’s like you’re begging me with your eyes alone to just kiss your little injury away once I put these last two stitches through...”

His voice trailed off, low and smooth, giving you another stitch. He had just one more stitch now, and it was clear now your assumption was right. He was enjoying this more than he should... but also he was trying to hurry this along now. You still couldn’t admit to yourself that you like this. I mean, you definitely hated the pain of the needle but the way his calloused fingers softly caressed your side, enveloping you with ease, his hot breath getting even warmer on your stomach, trailing down to a high spot on your pelvis.

He pulled the final stitch through, letting out your little moan of pain as your grip just barely tightened. You were able to not shut your eyes fully, instead looking at him through dazed, half lidded eyes. He was focused on tying the end off, so you were able to just watch him. That handsome square face, eyebrows furrowed as they focused intently. He cut the string, putting it gently back in his kit so as to not lose his needle. You were able to see his face even more clearly now, the little bits of stubble that poked through as he was attempting to grow his facial hair, a little bit of a wider nose with a slight hook. As he turned around, holding the bandage gently, he caught your gaze. You saw the way his pupils dilated again, unconsciously showing his desire for you, causing more fire to light up in you. He gently held the side of your waist, letting his hand drag as he smoothed the bandage over, not taking his eyes off you the whole time.

“Well, kochanie... tell me, do you want me to make you feel better?”

His voice was so deep, rumbling your core but still holding such confidence you couldn’t help but stop and just take it all in. Just lost in thought of what he said, what he meant when he said make you feel better.

He noticed your pause and backed away slightly, still leaving his hot breath lingering on your stomach. “I need an answer, kotku... I’m not going to go further ‘til I hear a yes from you.” You stayed still, pausing as your mind raced. “...It’s only you and me out here. And this will stay between us, as long as you want that.”

He was so cocky but still respectful of you. You absolutely admired it, and it was making your admiration of him grow stronger, as well as the growing attraction you had of him. “P-please...” was all you could muster out under your breath as you waited in anticipation.

He brought his mouth centimeters from your stomach, insanely hot breath ghosting over you as he gripped both sides of your waist, one side even sliding slightly lower to your hips. “Please...? Please what, kochanie?”

You choked out breathily, sounding insanely desperate. “Yes, please... please make me feel good, Gromsko.”

He wasted no time, immediately closing the gap and kissing where his breath stained. Your hands instantly went to the back of his head, encouraging him to stay where he was at and continue. He did as such, kissing from the center out, lingering and trailing his tongue on spots, particularly right along your abdominals. His hands grip increased, though his left hand remained careful, avoiding the area which he had just worked so hard on. You felt the way he hummed to himself in the kisses, the vibrations almost like he was purring, purely content just from this.

He lifted after leaving what had to be more than 50 kisses on you alone, getting on his knees and towering above you. It was your turn to look up at him now, eyes pleading as you wanted more. Clearly, he enjoyed the sight of you looking up as much as you did when he was. He smiled that lopsided smile, unclicking his vest and tossing it aside, along with his glasses. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t say yes. I guess I would’ve had to just dream of the way your soft skin tempted me but...” He leaned close, letting his lips gently reach yours, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers curled in his short hair, and you felt him smile in the kiss.

He pulled away, staying an inch way, you both exchanging hot, heavy breaths. “I’m going to say now...” He let his left hand slide down your right side, softly caressing every dip and curve you had until he reached to top your thigh. “...Be careful with this leg. You stretch it too far and well...” He leaned over to your ear, his nose nuzzling against the side of your hair and breath dancing on the shell of it. “I’m going to have to fix some stitches. And I don’t want to put you through that again.”

Just as he leaned down to kiss along your jawline, he let his hand squeeze your thigh. You gasped softly and he instantly lifted himself, chuckling darkly. “You like that, baby?” He gave you another harsh squeeze, his hand easily able to wrap around your thigh, squishing the soft flesh and rubbing his thumb over to comfort again. “Mmm... you don’t even have to tell me... twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.” He slipped into Polish, though the way he was purring it, you didn’t even mind that you couldn’t understand him. It even made more of a fire spark in you, leaving what he was saying a mystery to you but you knew he was saying nice things to himself.

You gasped as he squeezed again, he leaned back, watching the way your face showed its pleasure, its desire for him. “Taka dobra dziewczynka... such a good, good girl...” He quickly kissed you, his lips feeling just as soft but he kissed you harsher, like he wanted to take you all in. He wasted no time, licking at your bottom lip. His right hand started to dip, caressing around your hip to harshly grip your ass. You let out a gasp again, but in the middle of the kiss he took his opportunity, letting his tongue lull into your mouth and wrap around yours. You instantly deepened the kiss, accepting him as lust took you over. You wanted him right now, badly. Gripping at the back of his hair, you pulled yourself as close as could. As you hummed in the kiss, slowly turning into a soft moan, you felt his lips curl up into a smile. He pulled away, laughing softly at your blushing, needy face. “Hahah... you are so cute, you know that?”

The blush grew on your cheeks, you quickly turned away, shifting your gaze as you felt flustered. When you glanced back, you saw his face had a pang of worry. Was he worried about you taking it the wrong way? “Heh... and just how long have you thought that?” You tried keeping your gaze on him to match your confident remark, but the second those slate eyes switched from worry to desire, you found yourself struggling to maintain composure around him. You just wanted to melt back into his large arms, into those hands that still traced circles on you.

“Mmm... hard to say. I think from the day I first saw you, I was surprised they let such a beautiful girl in. I figured though, someone like you must have someone at home. Someone to enjoy those little laughs you make, the way your cheeks light up when you smile, the way you’re so passionate, dedicated on the field.” He let out an elongated sigh, his expression softening as he just gazed at your features. You noticed the way his lightly freckled cheeks blushed as you looked back, trying to not crumble as he looked at you so lovingly. “I just admired from afar... thinking how lucky the person at home must be.”

You chuckled a little bit, looking at him with a bit of pity. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He looked to the side as he thought, remaining silent for a good moment. It seemed even he hadn’t even thought of it. The normally confident, boisterous man who was not afraid to scream his lungs out on the field, yell all sorts of profanities at enemies and teammates alike, was struggling to ask a girl he liked if she was single? “I guess... I thought it was better to just believe you had one than ask and have it confirmed.”

You smiled again, nodding your head. You understood where he was coming from. Having it confirmed would almost be like its own form of rejection... and it seemed he never wanted to face that. “Well... I don’t have one. At least... not right now.” You smiled confidently, twirling your fingers in the little bits of hair around his neck. He smiled at you, the red of his cheeks growing brighter as you flirted with him. “...Do you wanna change that?”

He laughed deeply, a solid rumble in his chest, gripping hard at your hips and pulling him close to his own. He grinned as he brought his lips right next to yours. “Chętnie...” was all he said huskily before closing the gap, letting his tongue slip as soon as he could. You didn't mind his impatience, smiling and letting yours meet his. He gave gentle little licks, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing hard, causing you to melt more, moaning into his mouth. He smiled, but you felt the way he hummed in the kiss. You weren’t sure if it was a moan of his own or some low, animalistic growl.

He broke the kiss, still smiling, not wasting a moment to softly kiss your jawline, trailing down to kiss your neck. He let one hand roam up, gently running his hands through your hair before grabbing a handful. He was going slow though, careful not to hurt you as he pulled your head to the side. You chuckled, helping him out by leaning with him. He laughed as well, but stopped once he saw your exposed neck. Instantly he placed hot, passionate kisses on it, remaining there longer as he took deep breaths through his nose. He gave your pert ass a squeeze again, and you bit your lip, suppressing yourself to a gasp as he placed another long kiss on your neck. You definitely heard him growl this time, low and almost hard to catch with the sounds of crickets taking up most of the noise. “No dalej... Where are those pretty noises? Heheh... I wanna hear you, kotku.”

You took a moment to catch your breath, your breathing heavy as you looked at his inquisitive face. The sound of the crickets barely drowned out the noise of the wind that whistled through the branches of the trees. It was the only other noise you heard other than you two’s bated breaths, and that worried you. “What if someone hears us? And... they catch us...”

He cut you off before your mind could wander more, laughing softly. “Oh, darling... if someone interrupts me right now? Heh... they’ll be wishing I’d give them the release of death...” His voice got lower, a threatening growl taking over as he thought of it more. He kissed your neck, growling as he did, his grip on your hair getting tighter, causing a breathy gasp to come from you. “No one’s gonna catch us... we’re too far away from the cabin. It’s just you and me... Jesteś moja na cała noc...”

He continued trailing his kisses down, enjoying as you let loose, letting yourself gasp as he continued to caress and grip your body, trusting him that you wouldn’t be heard by anyone other than him. Your collarbones teased him as your shirt covered them, but just slipped out an inch. Once he kissed his way down, he pulled it to the side, starting by kissing softly but contrasted it quickly, biting hard at the sensitive bone. “A-ah~! G-Gromsko!” You gasped, surprised by the sudden pain, but not complaining as it started to feel good, especially when his hot breath traced over it, placing gentle kisses again to soothe it.

“Mmm... sorry, kochanie. Your perfect skin... Kurwa... I just have to make sure once we go back to base, all of them know you had a good time, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow playfully while looking up at you, making you giggle and blush. “Heheh... make sure they know you have someone... let them know your mine without me having to say a word.” His lips trailed up to where your shoulder met your neck, giving a kiss before latching on, sucking and letting his tongue lick around your soft flesh. You gasped again, your hand gripping on the back of his head, encouraging him to stay. He moaned softly as you pulled on his short hair, your fingers locking around him.

He gently rolled his hips forward, almost out of instinct as he wanted some release for the tension he was feeling. You felt it grind against you, hard and clearly straining the fabric of his pants. You gasped softly, heat rising both to your cheeks and your own sex. You smiled, thinking of something and acting on it without a second thought. You let your other hand trail down from his neck, tracing gently down his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with his heavy breaths, past his abdomen, below his belt, placing your hand over and gently rubbing his hard bulge. He broke the kiss on you, bucking his hips and groaning softly, “Kurwa~...” His breathing increased as you continued, smiling cheekily as you had him panting. You were able to feel just how thick he was, his length above average. More fire lit up in you as he grinded into your delicate touch, the kissing on your neck becoming more sloppy and desperate. “Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...” he said breathily into your neck, groaning as he rocked his hips against you. He looked up to you, eyes craving and begging, another spark making you feel desperate as well. “Can you say that to me, kochanie? Potrzebuję cię...”

He slowed down the way he said it, but even then you had to take a moment to wrap your head around it. He repeated it again, even slower, letting you watch the way his mouth formed around the words, almost getting lost in his soft lips as you did. You tried your best to remember each syllable as you slowly repeated back to him. “Po-trze-bu-ję cię...?”

He smiled widely as he stood up straight, looking down at you as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. “You got it, now just say it a little faster.” He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you looked up at him.

“Potrzebuję cię,” you tried to say with more confidence, though it was hard to as Polish was such a different language. You were sure he was just encouraging you, no matter if it was good or bad. He closed his eyes, rolling his hips forward into your touch again as he took in your words, humming in delight. “W-what does that mean?”

He leaned down, a smirk growing on him as he leaned to your ear. “It means ‘I need you...’” Before you could respond, he hungrily kissed you again, letting his hand trail around your hip, gently rolling his fingers as he did. He let his hand dip to your front, teasing as he held his hand in place, not letting it dip further down. You felt the way he smirked in the kiss, his thumb rubbing circles as he let his hand roam to caress your inner thighs. You whined softly, every time you tried to roll your hips into his touch, his hand followed you, dodging as he wanted to tease you mercilessly. You were frustrated and started rubbing on him harder, but this only encouraged him more, as he gave your thighs a tight squeeze as he moaned in your mouth. You racked your brain, thinking back to the Polish he had said before. Potrzebuję cię meant I need you, so when he said proszę, baby...

“Proszę, Gromsko,” you hoped to god that you said it right and that it actually meant what you thought it did, please. He immediately stopped, pulling away slightly, his pupils blown out in pure desire, but his expression showed that he was stunned.

“...S-say again?” He stuttered on his words for once, in pure disbelief that you not only remembered a word and said it right, but that you even took the context and knew what it meant. You were a little nervous that you had messed up, since he didn’t verbalize that you were right, but did as he said.

“Proszę, Grom-”

“Please,” he cut you off with an airy breath before you could finish, cupping your face gently and rubbing his thumb on your cheek, staring deeply in your eyes. “Do you know how to say my name?”

You thought again, thinking back to when you’ve seen it written, Sobiesław. That l with the line through it, if you recalled right, it made the w sound. And then the w would be pronounced like v, like how it is in kurwa. Swav, that’s at least how the last part was pronounced. “Sobiesław...” You weren’t too sure, and your lack of confidence showed as you spoke it quietly.

He chuckled softly, his smile warming your heart and reassuring you. “Close, kotku... Sobiesław...” He said, placing emphasis on the ie sound. You had pronounced it like ee, like how it is most times in English, but the way he said it, it had that ee sound for a split second, then dropped to an eh sound. You tried to keep it in mind as you repeated it back.

“Sobiesław...?”

His smile grew as his lids fell, leaning close to you again. “You got it...”

You smiled as well, happy you got it right, giggling softly as you looked him in the eyes, “Proszę, Sobiesław~...”

“Well... since you asked so nicely...” His smile didn’t drop as he leaned in to kiss you, throwing his gloves off before raising his hand to undo your belt, making quick work of your button too. Your breathing increased in anticipation. He lifted up from the kiss, letting you two exchange hot breaths. He dipped his hand down past the waistband of your panties, wasting no time as he let his calloused finger slip between your folds, your gasp quickly turning to a moan as he rubbed at your clit. His eyes bored into you, his smile increasing as his pupils dilated even more. His mouth hung open slightly as he chuckled lowly. “Fuck... you’re so wet already?”

He hummed as he let his finger continue to tease you, going up and down, just barely grazing your entrance. As your breath got heavier, you continued to paw at his own pants desperately, grinding instinctively against his hand as you felt him twitch, begging to come out, begging for more. He groaned as he gave you what you wanted, letting his finger slip in. You cried out softly, his much bigger finger stretching you slightly, but slipping in easily from how wet you were. Your grip on him tightened, his hips bucking harshly into your hand as you did, clearly enjoying it. He looked down at you with heavy lids, watching as your mouth hung open from everytime you moaned, his fingers making you melt into his touch, every thrust making it hard to keep your eyes open.

“Kurwa...” he said in a low growl under his breath. He slipped his finger out, making you whine as you were longing for more of it. He backed away, even getting out of reach of your touch, making you worried something was wrong. His face still showed his craving, letting his finger slip into his mouth. His eyes shut as he took it all in, only opening as he pulled it out, his tongue barely grazing on it as he did. You saw it in his eyes, a type of fervor you hadn’t seen up until now. He placed both his hands on your pants, pulling down as much as he could. You gasped, happy you hadn’t messed up and helped him out with taking your pants off. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Cholernie cię potrzebuję...”

He let one his hands hold you by the small of your back, the other holding and gripping at the soft, exposed flesh of your ass. You gasped and chuckled, rolling your body into his touch, making him smile too. He leaned in, giving you small pecks of kisses before he started to lean back, bringing you with him. He lifted from your lips, his face longing for you as you had a bit of a confused expression, wondering where he was going with this. “Please, baby... sit on my face...”

Immediately your expression turned stunned, blush creeping onto your cheeks again. You appreciated him being direct with what he wanted, but just hearing it out loud... and then your brain imagining it. You spoke just as breathlessly as he did, “Y-you want me to sit on your face?”

“Yes~...” he said, his words almost starting to slur, like he was losing himself completely to pleasure, getting drunk off the sexual tension. “I want to taste you, I want your thighs around me, I want you grinding on me, pleeeaaase...” He whined as he started to kiss your neck again, begging for what he wanted. You giggle, running your hands through his hair.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” You felt him smile against your neck as he pulled up. He started leaning back again, his eyes looking deeply into yours until he had to fall back fully. You stepped yourself over his shoulders, currently on your knees on top of him. He had a big smile on his face, pulling his arms up so he could wrap his hands around the front of your thighs, his fingers resting on your inner thigh. You still felt the blush on your cheeks, feeling so exposed to him, but he quickly alleviated that anxiety, pulling you down slowly. He took a deep breath in just as you met him, the warm breath as he breathed out traced your clit, already igniting a fire in you. He gave a small, tentative lick to test the waters, you gasped in response. It seemed he wanted to just test it, see what you would like, but as soon as he tasted you, he lost any control he had. You felt him growl again, the vibrations making you jolt as his tongue immediately went faster, up and down. He gripped harder on your thighs, pulling you closer, your thighs spilling to the sides of his face, the little scraps of stubble and facial hair tickling at your inner thighs. It was a lot of sensations all at once, making you cry out his name, “S-Sobiesław~!”

He chuckled under you, sending more vibrations to your core as they traveled through his tongue. He pulled away slightly, looking up at you through lust struck eyes, “Lubisz to, kochanie?” He was slipping into Polish the more he slipped into his own pleasure. You weren’t even sure if it was because he didn’t want to translate, or if it was because he couldn’t anymore. Though he asked you a question, he didn’t wait for a response, immediately bringing you back to his mouth and licking up to your clit. He gave lots of little licks, little laps before latching on and kissing, sucking at it softly. You moaned more, running out of breath as he continued. Your hand went down to his hair, tightly bawling in his hair. You didn’t want to hurt him but it was hard when you were losing yourself to pleasure as well. He didn’t mind at all though, humming a moan in response directly into you. You cried out his name again as you cursed, moaning uncontrollably under his touch. He started to laugh, and it seemed like any noise he made set off a spark inside you. Your hips started to buck against him instinctively, especially as he let his tongue drift lower and lap at your ever growing wet entrance. It would even occasionally slip inside, and he would purposely hum to set you off. You could feel the way he smiled everytime you reacted, enjoying every bit of torturous teasing. His hands squeezed at your thighs, loving the way the plump flesh surrounded him and how it spilled on his fingers. You wondered how on earth he was breathing under there as he pulled you even closer to him, the warm breath from his nose answered your question. Your grip on his hair tightened as you felt the way it danced on your clit.

He finally released himself from your pussy, drenched with his own saliva and your juices. He looked up at you, barely being able to see the blue of them just due to how dilated they were. He scooted himself up so he could see your panting, longing face look back at him, confused why he stopped. “Poł-... L-lay back.”

You were in such a lust-addled state that you did what he said with no hesitation, scooting your legs back to meet his hips, as he started to scoot himself out from under you. “D-don’t you want anything done for you, baby?” You asked, desperately wanting to repay him for the pleasure he’s already made you feel.

He shook his head as he sat up, “I’m fine... I just want to make you feel good...” As you continued to lay down, he ran his hand down your abdomen, reaching where your bandage was. He pressed lightly, running his hands over where the stitching was, no doubt checking to make sure none had popped. His eyes met yours again as his hands trailed down your thighs. “You’ve been through a lot today, not to mention your good work... I think it deserves a reward, no?”

He let his hands drift under your thighs, his arm trailing as he pulled you up onto his shoulders, barely lifting you from the ground as he was laying down himself. His hand slid to your wet cunt, running up and down on your lips, he glanced at you again, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip softly, gasping as you wanted to respond to him. “A-ah~! Y-you did good today, too... you deserve stuff too...”

Your breathing was getting in the way of you trying to talk, struggling to not moan between your words as he continued to tease you. He looked up at you inquisitively, cocking a brow as you spoke. “Yeah? How so?”

You caught whatever whimper you were about to let out in your throat, instead just answering him breathily, “I-... If that guy had... mmm~... had come up, I probably would have... been screwed... A-Ah~!” You cried out at the end of your sentence as he slipped two fingers in you with ease. Your head fell back as you closed your eyes, but you could hear the snickering under you.

“Mhmm~...” He laughed as he hummed to himself, pumping into you ever so slowly. “That is true... but you were the one who called out that he was there, yeah?” He looked up at you expecting a response, but you still were just moaning from his fingers. This was what he was taking pleasure in right now, seeing you struggle to form an answer while he was finger fucking you, losing yourself on him. “You watched while I choked him out, hmm? You know I know how to control a choke... I wonder if you thought about me doing that to you... fucking you with my hard cock while I choke you, already struggling to breath due to how breathless I leave you?”

You cried out as you thought of it, him giving you a harsh thrust and curling up his fingers, almost like a reward in itself for thinking that way. “Y-Yes~! God... fuck, I do, Sobie~...” You were whining out his name, your hips bouncing back on him as you were getting off to the thought of it.

He laughed darkly, quickening his pace and making you moan wantonly. “Heheh... maybe some other time... Do you know what I want right now, kochanie?”

You tried to catch your breath, becoming a mess under him, able to choke out a “W-What?” under your breath.

You looked down at him, seeing him smile just as deviously as his laugh, pulling his left arm out from under your leg to be by side, leaning up to your ear. Consequently, it pulled your good leg up more, letting his right hand that was harshly thrusting in reach even deeper. He spoke through gritted teeth, his breath hot on your ear as he did, “I want to fuck you and make you cum over and over again, until we’re both messes that can’t even think straight... until we forget the world and just focus on how good we feel... aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...” With every pause, he thrust deeply into you, making you cry out. He’d curl his fingers up just to torture you more, and you could hear the way his lips curled up into a smile with every reaction you had. You bucked your hips into him, wanting more and more, loving the idea he had.

He lowered himself back down, quickly wrapping his arm back around your leg to lift you up. He brought his mouth to your clit as soon as he could, latching on and suckling, not letting up on his barrage to your pussy. You cried out another curse, surprised you were screaming out of instinct, especially as his lust filled eyes locked with you again. You felt him smile, lifting up slightly. “Mmm~... I liked feeling your thighs on my face but... I think I like watching that pretty face moan my name more~...” Just as he finished his statement, he started lapping at your clit, able to see the way he was bouncing his tongue on it. And you did as he said, moaned out his name, making him chuckle on you. “That’s it... dobra dziewczynka~...” He cooed on you as he continued to lap at you, never seeming to stop getting wetter under his touch.

As he curled his fingers again you felt it. The world starting to slow as you bounced yourself against him, losing your breath as your closed eyes started seeing flashes. You felt your pussy clench on his fingers, but he quickly pulled them out. You whined, you were just about at your release, and he had stopped. You quickly opened your eyes, in your pure pleasure you hadn’t even felt that he let go of your thighs, stood on his knees in front of you, looking down as he undid his own belt. It made another pang of excitement hit you, almost cumming in anticipation of him. You wondered what your lustful face looked like as he started smiling and chuckling as he looked at you, pulling down his pants and boxers in one go. It sprung up immediately, him growling as the cool night air hit him. It was just as you felt even when it was confined, thick and clearly rigid as a rock as he wrapped his hand around it. He leaned down, both arms to the sides of you as he slowly pumped himself, just inches away from you. “Sorry, darling... I wanted to make sure you were nice and ready for me... So I could just...”

He quickly brushed his head just against your entrance, making sure he was lined up and thrusted his whole length in, in one go. You cried out, gripping hard onto his back as the knot in your stomach released, cumming as soon as you felt his head hit deep inside you. He growled right in your ear as he felt you tighten around him, gasping himself as he cooed praise in your ear, “There you go~... Taaaak, dobra dziewczynka~... Good girl~... Keep cumming for me... Kurwa~, kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...” It helped you as you came down from your high, though you were sure his back was going to look wartorn by the time you were done. You slowly caught your breath, opening your eyes and seeing him completely still inside you, him also breathing heavily as he looked at you. “T-tell me when you’re ready for me to move, kochan-”

You cut him off before he could finish, kissing him out of pure passion as his hips bucked slightly into yours, making you moan as your tongue slipped to meet his. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, but still showed just how much passion you were having. You broke the kiss, looking deep into his eyes. “...How do you say ‘fuck me’ in Polish?”

You saw the way his eyes instantly dilated, just from hearing you say it in English. “...Pieprz mnie.” He was hesitant, though his breath remained heavy in his voice, he was wondering what you were plotting.

“Proszę, pieprz mnie, Sobiesław.”

He shut his eyes in pleasure, rolling them back as he rolled his hips back. “Oh mój jebany Boże~...” He thrust into you deeply, making you cry out again. You were still hypersensitive from the orgasm, you could feel the way you were still tight around him as he stretched you out. The thing was though that since you were so dazed, so love drunk already, you didn't even feel a single twinge of pain as he kept thrusting his thick cock in you. Maybe that was his plan, to get you to orgasm so you didn’t have to feel anything other than pure ecstasy as he entered... or maybe he just wanted you to cum on his dick first thing... both seemed valid.

He thrust into you evenly, his pace constant as his hips rolled perfectly, going deep inside of your tightening walls. You smiled as you lifted your hips up slightly, bring your feet under your knees, allowing him to hit you at an even more nirvanic angle as he followed. You were moaning constantly, unable to help yourself but you heard the way your pitch spiked once his hard head hit that one spot in you. His eyes were trained on you the whole time, watching your face intently when his eyes weren’t shut, taking in his own pleasure, mouth hung agape as he was breathing heavily, occasionally moaning himself. His mouth turned to a devilish smile though when your head flew back after hitting that spot, his hands holding your hips as he sat up on his knees.

“Right, there? You want to be fucked right there?” He growled his words as his stare intensified, solidifying his point by showing an example, thrusting harshly against your g-spot.

You cried out again, back arching as the grip on your hips tightened, making sure you wouldn’t roll yourself off him. “Ahh~! Y-yes, like that! Fuck, Sobie... please, don’t fucking stop~” You words came out dazed and desperate, almost starting to slur like you were getting drunk of his cock thrusting so deeply into you. Though you heard it too in his voice, words starting to slur when he had ate your pussy.

“Wasn’t planning on it...” He chuckled, though it was hard to keep up a joking demeanor when he felt so good. “Kurwa~... Boże, jak ciasno~...” You started bouncing yourself back against him, fucking yourself on him to take in as much pleasure as you could. It was hard though as your legs started shaking, losing focus as you felt your muscles tightening around him, heightening your senses again to only the sheer ecstasy of his cock slamming into you relentlessly. You heard him laugh darkly above you, grabbing your hips tighter and fucking you even harder. “You gonna cum again, kotku? Ahahaha~... Don’t hold yourself back... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...”

Even though you had no clue what he was saying, you immediately gave in, coming undone on his cock. You were left a spasming mess again, only held up by his strong hands wrapping around you and his praise showering you. “Good girl, mmm~... Kurwa, you feel like heaven~...” His thrusts slowed, letting you calm down from your orgasm, but still letting himself enjoy every little twitch, every contraction, every bit of extra sensitivity you had. You slowly came to, still feeling his slower, much more shallow thrust as he lets his hands drift to your thighs. Your orgasms seemed to leave you hypersensitive everywhere, feeling the fiery tingle even just as he dragged his fingertips over your soft flesh. He noticed the way you were looking at him, almost looking light-headed, looking up through heavy lids and gorgeous lashes, lust making your pupils take over your entire eye color. Just the way he wanted you... cock drunk beyond all imagination, so sensitive from orgasm after orgasm that you forgot even about the pain from your gash.

He let his hands slip just under your lower thigh, lifting up your left leg easily, but being more gentle with your right. Your left leg rested easily on his shoulder as he placed it there, letting his right hand reach over and trail along your stomach, pressing on your bandage as he kept lifting up your right leg slowly, watching you seriously to see your reaction. He was able to lift straight up, unable to feel any pain especially as his dick was still buried deep inside you. He let out a sigh of relief, returning his right hand to hold your other leg. “Good... you are holding up... thank fucking god because I know you only got one more left in you and I want to make sure I’m nice and deep when I cum with you~...”

His voice trailed off as he smiled wickedly, almost purring his statement as he made good on his word, immediately thrusting deeper than he did before. You screamed out, not caring anymore about your volume, or perhaps not even realizing as you just gave into the pleasure. Your hands were gripping hard at the blanket under you, glad you had laid it out as it helped ground you as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, trying to focus on him and watching as his cock disappeared into you. He seemed to be enjoying that sight too, but much more, he loved watching your face screw into pure bliss, crying out his name in choked breaths, moans becoming more hoarse as he never stopped pounding into you. He loved just how much you were enjoying this... that he was making you feel this way. He felt on top of the world.

His pace quickened as he felt you tighten again, the stars creeping at you faster from all the previous orgasms. Your throat felt tight, dehydrated from moaning and whining from him, your hand flew up from the blanket up to your own leg, desperately clawing at his hand to help you out, give you some sort of grounding. He quickly took it, squeezing as he leaned even closer to you. “Kurwa... Nie mogę... I can’t hold back~... Come on, kochanie~... so fucking good for me... taking me so well... Proszę... dojdź ze mną... Cum with me...”

His voice was airy, his thrust going even faster as he desperately chased his own ending, finally letting himself go. It took nothing for you, but the fast and deep thrust helped tip you over the edge as you finished on him for a third time, fingers interlacing with his and gripping hard. He gripped just as hard back as you tightened around him, almost as if your body was begging for you wordlessly for him to stay just as deep, to stay all the way in as he...

He growled as both his grip on your thigh and hand tightened exponentially, making you cry out even more as you spasmed under him. “Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...” He growled directly in your ear as he leaned over, doing one finally thrust as his growl transitioned to a moan. You felt it, his hot, thick load cum into your hypersensitive walls, able to feel every drop drip down you as he made sure your legs stayed up right. He did small, shallow thrusts to keep himself stimulated but for the most part, his hips stayed completely flush with yours. He made sure you were not going to miss a single drop from him.

You both slowly opened your eyes, meeting each other with hands still interlocked, exchanging heavy pants as he remained leaning over you. It was almost like you were both in complete disbelief, the world frozen as you two took in the lingering feeling, and the new feeling arising post coitus. Instantly, he brought his mouth to yours, kissing you more passionately than ever, the only way to relieve this feeling, to express how he felt. Your other hand rose from the blanket to wrap around his neck, the little bits of his hair pouring over and tangling with your fingers. He was still holding your leg, but let go, letting them fall off his shoulders as they laid down more comfortably. He broke the kiss, looking deeply into your eyes, his head lightly shaking in disbelief. “Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...”

You giggled softly, looking at him with light hearted confusion. “And that means...?”

He looked taken aback a moment, before clearing his throat. “You were fucking amazing...”

Your laugh continued, though you kept it quiet, trying not to offend him by thinking you were laughing at him. Part of you thought though maybe had completely forgotten he needed to translate. “Mmm... I can say the same... holy shit, how many times did I...?”

Your voice trailed off, not needing to finish before he could answer you. “Three...” His smile was wide, proud of himself. “Heheh... I think I can go for more next time... maybe even a couple from me too...” Still as cocky and overzealous as usual, but you had to admit, it attracted you even more to him. Not to mention the prospect of it was enticing... maybe you would have to remember to stop by his dorm more often.

He slowly pulled himself out, you hadn’t even realized he was still inside until you felt it, making you gasp slightly out of instinct. He leaned up and reached over, grabbing the towel he threw aside early and putting it right under you. You helped him out, lifting your legs and not letting them down until you were sure it was under you. You also didn’t want to ruin your blanket, though you were sure it was slightly stained forever from you two tonight. He sat back as he watched you set your legs down, watching his seed slowly spill out of you in awe. He bit his lip, his cock twitching at the sight. Almost by instinct, he let his hand drift down, sliding past your folds and letting two fingers in. You gasped at the feeling, starting to sit up as you locked eyes with him. “S-Sobie... I can’t-”

He cut you off, giving you a small kiss to gently silence you. “I know you can’t take anymore tonight, kotku. Mmm... I just can’t help it when you feel so good...” He smiled softly, leaning over to your ear as he whispered, “I want to make sure every bit stays in... Kurwa, you just look so beautiful dripping with my cum...”

You blushed at the comment, smiling back as you turned to look at him. You locked your lips with his again, with lazy but strong love drunk passion. True to his word, his fingers stayed completely still, even as you adjusted and, out of instinct, grinded against him, he remained them as stable as could be.

The kiss broke after a few moments, letting his fingers slip out at the same time. He looked at the way they shined in the dim lighting, your own wet juices mixed with his cum. He locked eyes with you as he took his middle finger into his mouth, letting it come out trailing on his tongue. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw a blush return to your cheeks, biting your lip as you watched him. He held his hand up to your mouth, offering you his ring finger that was still wet. You smiled, coyly wrapping your tongue around the tip before taking him in. The way it tasted... you made a mental note for next time to make sure he got some head of his own. But the way he was watching you, mouth agape as he felt the way you sucked his finger clean, something told you he would desperately want that.

He hastily pulled his finger out, clearing his throat as he broke eye contact, looking at the ground. “Cholera... Nope... Can’t be doing this again, I’ll get myself too excited.” He pulled his boxers up, sitting on his knees as he pulled his pants up. He reached over while pulling his fly up, tossing your pants to you. As you put your panties back on, you knew tomorrow was gonna be... somewhat uncomfortable to you. Most certainly they would be ruined, especially if he tried teasing you on comms. Maybe that would be his next mission.

Once you had your pants back on, you laid back, crashing onto the ground with the blanket breaking your fall. You didn’t even care, didn’t even feel anything as you were still in pure bliss from him. He quickly looked over to you, hearing your body softly fall, genuine concern in his eyes. “You okay, kochanie?”

You smiled and nodded. “Mhmm... you just wore me out, that’s all...”

The concern immediately dropped, smiling and softly laughing to himself. “Is that so? Hmm... maybe I’ll have to go more gentle next time?” He slowly lowered himself behind you, his broad chest against your back as his warm arm acted as a blanket.

“No, no,” you said quickly, earning another laugh from him. “I can take it just... fuck, that was so good.”

You felt him smile a big grin as he pressed his lips on the crown of your head, softly kissing it. “I’m glad you like it, because you were... God, words can’t even describe you...”

You smiled softly, happy that you were both mutually pleased. The way you both had the best time... wanting more but now just enjoying this moment you had. You held tightly onto his arm, snuggling yourself into him and shutting your eyes, taking in everything about him; the soft smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, the sound of his heart softly thumping in his chest, the feeling as he breathed deeply with you against him. With your eyes closed and feeling so relaxed, worn out from everything still, you found it hard not to doze off. “Mmm... you’re gonna be on first watch then, right?”

You heard him laugh softly, his other hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t worry about that... I’m not going anywhere right now...” He pressed another kiss to your head, taking longer as he took a deep breath in. “If I die tonight, I’ll die happily with you in my arms...”

You didn’t even care because you absolutely agreed. You two were too far out, no one would find you. You would much rather enjoy the presence of his warm, cuddly body as you fell asleep.

Translations! Kurwa- Fuck/Fucking. Multiple Polish ppl told me this is like the most universal curse and it is basically used like how we say fuck/fucking in English. Nie- No Maleńka- little. Literally just translates to little but is a diminutive generally used toward smaller girls. Cholera- Shit/Fuck/Damn. This one doesn't have a direct translation but again, is more of an exclamation you say Ej dupku- Hey asshole Oko za oko!- An eye for an eye Dobra- Alright O, ona wie, co znaczy ‘kurwa’? Co za mądra dziewczyna.- Oh, so she knows what 'kurwa' means? What a smart girl. Ja pierdolę- Fuck me/Fuck's sake Kurwa... Dlaczego uważam to za...- Fuck... why do I find this... (he cuts himself off before he says 'why do I find this hot') Kochanie- darling/dear/baby, pet name Kotku- kitty/kitten Twoje ciało mówi za ciebie.- Your body is talking for you. Taka dobra dziewczynka...- Such a good girl... Chętnie...- Gladly... No dalej...- Come on... Jesteś moja na cała noc...- And you are all mine tonight... Proszę, baby... Potrzebuję cię...- Please, baby... I need you... Cholernie cię potrzebuję...- I fucking need you... Lubisz to, kochanie?- You like it, baby? Poł-- he cuts himself off before he says 'Połóż się' which is lay back Aż nie będę w stanie niczego przetłumaczyć...- Until I can't even translate myself anymore. Taaaak...- Yessss Kontynuuj cumming dla mnie...- Keep cumming for me... Oh mój jebany Boże~...- Oh my fucking God~... Boże, jak ciasno~...- God, so tight~... No dalej, kochanie, dojdź dla mnie~...- Come on, darling, cum for me~... Nie mogę...- he cuts himself off before he says 'Nie mogę się powstrzymać' which is I can't hold myself back Proszę... dojdź ze mną...- Please... cum with me... Moja... Jesteś cała kurwa moja...- Mine... you're all fucking mine... Kurwa, byłaś zajebista...- Shit, you were fucking amazing...

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