#while I was tagging a wriggling femal that I held between my fingers

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— BLUEBIRD

REQUEST : “Would you be willing to write a Dean and Castiel 3some with female or nb reader? Kinda like a mix between sweet and rough with the guys. Thx in advance and I love your writing!!!” — @madzzz0797

PAIRING : castiel x nb!reader, dean winchester x nb!reader x castiel

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), female anatomy, friends w/benefits, threesome MFM, fluff, Dean in sweatpants, oral sex, vaginal fingering, harddom!cas, sub!reader, softdom!dean, edging, a bit of voyeurism, overstimulation, degradation and praise 🤭, cum eating, cum play 

WORD COUNT : 3.5k

A/N : title from a christina perri song. hi, this was fun to write and thank you so much, i also needed something to restart my motivation 🤭. i think since i wrote this in 2nd POV the reader can be considered non-binary? I hope that’s okay 🫶🏻 i think this is more of a castiel x reader fic bc I've been wanting to write a fic about my angel LOL XX

You had no idea how you ended up in this situation.

You, Dean, and Cas were in the ‘Dean Cave’ watching a horror movie. 

At some point, you pissed Cas off when he said something about the movie was unrealistic. He’d get easily irritated at these movies, frustrated by the uselessness of the characters, or by the overpowering of the villain. You told him to shut up and Dean snorted at you, but Cas glared at you. 

His eyes were narrowed in your direction for a while--for saying that to him and because your comment made Dean laugh at him. Because you jumped at the opportunity to take jabs at him for critiquing the movies both your and Dean loved. Dean never said anything, but you said too much.

It was at the end of the movie when Cas pulled you onto his lap, his lips were everywhere. They were on your neck, biting your shoulder and leaving red marks on your throat. He ripped open the flimsy, buttoned top you were wearing and opened it, his large hands smoothed up the front of your body. Your nipples hardened at the coldness of the air within the concrete walls of the room. Cas’ warm hands held and kneaded your breasts, and from beside you, Dean stared at you with hooded eyes--aroused and surprised. 

You reached back and buried your fingers in Cas’ dark hair, grasping soft strands of his hair between your fingers. You could feel how hard he was under you. Wearing only some plaid shorts, you felt yourself get wet instantly when you circled your hips to feel some friction between your thighs, spreading your legs to feel him better. 

He pinched your nipples murmuring degrading words into your ear and shoved his hand inside your shorts, no underwear to stand in his way. His cold fingers touched the warmth between your legs, making you gasp in surprise, and squirm in his lap. 

“You’re more irritating than Dean,” Cas whispered huskily against your skin. You almost laughed, but you bit down on your lip, and grinned mischievously instead.

Dean palmed his cock over the black sweatpants he was wearing, staring at you as you arched your back, pushing your chest into Cas’ hands. Cas dipped his fingers into your entrance, gathering the slippery liquid of your arousal on his fingertips. You whined softly, whispered his name, begging him to touch you. Your clit throbbed, aching for attention but Cas ignored it and your words, creating a ‘v’ with his fingers slipping through your folds, grazing the sides of your clit. 

You looked to the side at your best friend, his teeth snagged his lip as he watched you, and his cheeks were coloured with a deep red blush that flared up to his ears.  

“You like when Dean watches you as I touch you?” Cas asked, nipping at your earlobe. Dean's eyes snapped up to your face, away from your wriggling hips and arching chest, watching you nod your head in response to Cas’ question. 

Cas removed his hands from your body, to push you off his lap. Your shorts rested haphazardly on your hips and you turned curiously as Cas shrugged the trench coat off his shoulders and started to loosen the tie around his neck. Your eyes darkened and you almost forgot to breathe.

“Sit down.” You did as Cas told you while biting your tongue to stop your snarky reply, and sat down on the armchair he was just sitting in. You rubbed your thighs together, staring up as Castiel slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He was teasing you on purpose, staring into your eyes assertively as he took his sweet time getting to the last few buttons on his white shirt. 

He kept the shirt on, opened up so you could see his tan skin and the taut muscles on his stomach. He only unbuckled his belt and popped the first button, slowly pulling the zipper down before getting down on his knees before you. 

Cas looked up at you indifferently and hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down slowly. He trailed his lips up your thighs and then moved up to chase after the waistband of your shorts as he pulled them lower, pressing open mouth kisses at the exposed skin. Cas’ tongue dipped in between your folds to teasingly press against your clit, causing you to moan and roll your hips upward into his mouth.

Dean moaned softly, too, from beside you, so you turned to watch him curiously. His hand was hidden beneath his sweats, moving along his cock beneath unknown layers, watching you. It made you hornier, wetter, your clit pulsed at the sight of him and then at Cas between your legs. 

He grabbed your knees when your shorts were off, discarding them on the cold floor. Cas spread your legs and lifted them up so they draped over the arms of the chair, but you were a panting mess before he even touched you. 

You whispered Dean’s name, urging him to come to you. With a whine, he slipped his hand out of his pants and almost excitedly made his way over beside you, leaning down he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You gasped into his mouth, and Cas decided to dive into your pussy at that moment, too.

He was merciless, sucking your clit and grasping your hips to keep you still. An iron grip preventing you from moving against his warm mouth, but Dean tongue fucked your mouth into silence, rolling one of your nipples between his rough fingers. 

You placed your hands on Cas’ head, threading your fingers through the dark strands of his short hair. You didn’t tug too hard, knowing Cas would take it as you trying to take control from him, and he’d deny you an orgasm. 

Out of breath, Dean pulled away from you and then lowered his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. You licked your lips, trying not to close your eyes so you could watch Dean touch himself, his pretty cock leaking precum at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him and you moved forward while your eyes fluttered close, hoping Dean would come closer and put his dick in your mouth. 

He bunched the Henley up his chest and guided his cock into your waiting mouth. He teased you first by tracing your lips with the tip, leaving you mouth covered in a thin layer of his arousal. A shaky little breath from between your lips made him shiver, but the feel of his warmth parting your mouth made you moan around him instantly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Dean gasped, gripping the hair at the top of your head once his cock slipped between your lips. 

Meanwhile, Cas rested his arm over your thighs rather than holding you down with two hands. With one hand free, his long fingers played with the wetness and saliva he left behind on your folds, getting them lathered up before pushing them inside your leaking cunt. 

Dean guided your mouth in his cock and you opened your eyes to watch him. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open, little gasps and moans of pleasure slipping out of him as he pushed your head onto him. You forced yourself forward, taking him deeper. A loud grunt vibrated through his chest and he praised you, unlike Cas. 

“That’s right, baby, take my cock all the way. Fuck.”

You knew if you spoke your snide thoughts Cas would leave you without an orgasm with Dean’s heavy cock in your mouth. The pleasure felt too good, you refused to say anything that would prevent you from reaching the ultimate high. Cas’ tongue felt amazing massaging your clit and his fingers were shoved deep inside of you, the pads of his fingers finding multiple sensitive spots that you couldn’t find otherwise with your own hands. 

Eventually, Dean had shoved his cock so far down your throat your nose would press against his soft skin. Your eyes watered as you became out of breath, gagging occasionally around him, but he seemed to enjoy it more. Your throat made a completely obscene sound and Dean sometimes pulled you off his dick to let you breath, edging himself. 

You opened your eyes to gaze at Dean. He heaved above you, his fingers gripping his shirt in place and your hair tightly, almost painfully. Even Cas moaned softly against your pussy, sucking your clit, or grazing the sensitive nerve with his teeth. You moaned loudly when you blinked tears away, your thighs twitching at the thought of being used completely by your two hot, best friends. 

“Are you going to orgasm already?” Cas murmured mockingly against your clit. You whined around Dean, who then pulled out of your mouth so you could respond to Cas. You let out a breathy ‘yes’ and moved one of your hands up to your breast and away from Cas’ now-messy hair, tweaking and pinching your nipple. 

Dean guided his cock back into your mouth and just then Cas said, “don’t let Dean cum yet.” Dean groaned in irritation and slowed down the bob of your head on his cock, his thighs tense and his stomach tightened. 

“Fuck,” Dean whispered, “just cum, sweetheart.” Cas looked up at you and he nodded his head in approval, signalling for you to orgasm. Your body became stiff at first and Dean removed his cock from your mouth as you moaned loudly. Dean slid his hands down your body, his touch intensifying your pleasure and you let go completely. Cas sucked loudly at your pussy as you shook, gasping his name.

You squirmed, trying to push him away, but he smirked, and continued to suck your swollen, sensitive clit. You cried out and whined, writhing, trying to get away, but he kept you in place. Dean chuckled at the sight of you and lifted his pants. He leaned back down, this time, to slip your nipple into his mouth, he lapped at it lewdly, left it coated in his saliva and sucked on it while pinching the other one softly. 

You whined when Cas found a new rhythm on your clit, his fingers pumped into you roughly, wet and loud. His saliva and your cum coated his fingers, dripping down to his palm and you came again, unexpectedly but less intensely than the first time. Dean moved away from you and bit his lip to look at you as you orgasmed for the second time within minutes after the first. 

You tried to relax as Cas trailed his wet lips down the inside of your thighs, soothing your restless body. You shut your legs as soon as he moved out from between them. His mouth was wet still, his lips dark pink and swollen, his hair a tousled mess. He cleaned it up with his shirt, lifting his shoulder to his mouth in two swipes. He watched you squeeze your thighs and rub them together in the armchair he usually sits in. 

“We’re not done with your, yet,” Cas told you flatly. You stared up at him, not knowing how to respond, especially as he lowered his black slacks and his boxers low enough to release his cock. Dropping your gaze down to his cock, your oversensitive clit throbbed and your pussy clenched around nothing. “Get up,” he ordered, then bit his lip as he thumbed the head of his cock, spreading the precum that dripped from the slit. 

You scrambled up off the armchair on shaky legs, thankful that Cas caught you with his arms around your waist to kiss you passionately. He hummed softly, tasting Dean on your tongue, and you moaned against his mouth, kissing him hungrily despite tasting yourself. He shoved the unbuttoned sleep shirt from your form and once it was on the floor, your hands slid down the front of his body, feeling the smoothness of his body, then moved up to brush against his nipples. 

Dean eventually found his place behind you, his hands mimicked yours. He dropped kisses along your shoulders and your back, both of his skilful hands cupping your breasts, teasingly ghosting his thumbs over your nipples. 

You couldn’t decide whether to grind back against Dean or rub yourself up against Cas. But Cas chose for you, the three of you moved smoothly, Cas spun you around so he could sit down. He pulled away from your lips and you were trapped in a daze when he did, trying to focus on what was going to happen next. 

“You’re a whore,” Cas said suddenly. It made your cheeks flare up and Dean's lips froze on your shoulder blade. “You’re letting both your friends use you for pleasure,” he stated bluntly, even while staring up at you, he still had more power than you could ever possess when you had sex with each other. “You like that, don’t you? Switching that mouth of yours between Dean’s cock and then mine?” Your eyes darkened with lust and you didn’t even deny it. His words made you more aroused than you already were and Dean must have known because he grabbed your hair and tugged on it to roughly bite down on your neck. “Spreading your legs and letting either one of us fuck you until you have an orgasm so intense you pass out? Over and over.” Dean smirked against your skin and laughed through his nose, which made you feel hotter and wetter. “How many times have you come to me to make you orgasm? How many times did you go to Dean when I wasn’t there?”

You were breathing heavily by the end of his speech, your knees felt weak and you were already considering getting down on your knees to suck him off when Castiel opened his mouth again to demand, “get down on your knees. Taste me, let me fuck your dirty, whore mouth.” Cas stopped jerking himself off to hold a silent conversation with Dean, tipping his head towards where his coat was. 

He was much nicer to Dean which irritated you. When you curiously looked away from Cas to watch what Dean was doing, you did it to make Cas angry, to tease him the way he’d done to you. Dean rifled through the pockets until he pulled out Castiel’s wallet, searching through cards, cropped photos, and a dry flower to pull out a square foil. A condom. 

“Awesome,” Dean announced with a grin, which made you smile.

Cas diverted your attention away from Dean with a yank of your hair. You whined and narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t care, he smirked at you and shimmied his hips downward and pulled your face forward until you were close enough to his cock that he could tap your lips with the soft head. 

Your mouth watered quickly and your knees ached from the concrete beneath you.

“Hey, let me put this under you. The floor’s gonna hurt your knees.” You glanced at Dean, keeping Cas’ dick close enough to your mouth that he could continue playing with you. Dean brought Cas’ coat over to you, rolled up nicely and you let him place it where your knees were. 

Cas didn’t let you thank Dean, instead guided your mouth to wrap around the tip of his leaking cock. He controlled what you did and you willingly let him do what he wanted to your mouth. You salivated around him, sucking softly, licking the slit to taste everything that he had. 

“Ready?” Dean asked you. Having stripped off his own clothes to use it for his own knees, before slipping on the condom and settling behind you. You moaned wantonly in response, but Dean chose to tease you first. He slid his cock between your folds, rubbing against your clit with a moan. You whined around Cas’ cock, impatiently wiggling your ass so Dean could take you, but Cas shoved your face down all the way down his dick, muffling any other whines and moans. 

“You told me to shut up,” he told you breathlessly, “I’ll teach you to shut up with my cock in your mouth.” You whimpered quietly, tears stinging your eyes from how unexpectedly Cas was holding you down on him. You ached for Dean to fill you up, aroused as you felt Cas’ dick move down your throat, only to pull you up and then back down again.

“So wet,” Dean moaned softly, then moved to give you what you wanted. He slowly and gently pushed into your wet hole, unlike Cas. Dean’s thumbs brushed against your hips and he moved forward until he was buried into you as deeply as he could go. “You feel so good,” Dean continued to praise you, deviating from the harsh way Cas pushed your head down his cock. 

Soon, both of your friends were fucking you earnestly at both ends. Dean rolled his hips slowly and deeply, constantly hitting that perfect spot inside your walls with each thrust. He gripped your hips tightly but his sweet words eased your mind and soothed your ego as you pleased them both and let them please you.

You couldn’t focus on them separately. You could feel them everywhere, all at once. Dean's hands roamed, from squeezing and pulling at your tits, to rubbing your clit. You felt worshipped, even though Cas was being rough with his hands and harsh with his words. You could feel Dean throb inside your pussy, the same way Cas’ cock throbbed in your mouth. 

Cas’ grip on your hair didn’t let up, edging between pleasure and pain. The thought of the three of you coming at the same time aroused you. Without Cas’ guidance you sucked and took him down your throat enthusiastically. Despite the harsh words that he grunted at you when Dean went quiet to moan and pant.

You took Cas’ words as praise because you must be making him feel so good all he could think of were filthy things to throw at you. With his cock throbbing in your mouth and Dean’s throbbing in your tightening pussy, you moaned a warning of your orgasm. Dean picked up the pace, his fingers focusing on your clit, and Cas relaxed completely beneath you.

Your muffled cry made Cas cum and in turn, the flutter of your pussy around Dean drove him over the edge. Just as you wanted, the three of you moaned, gasped, and groaned in pleasure. Cas pulled out of your mouth, giving you only half of his release and then came on your lips, part of your face, and your chest. As soon as Dean pulled out of you, Cas moved you up into his lap, holding your face gently as he gathered his cum and made you eat it. 

You licked his fingers, swallowed the come he gathered from your skin, and scooted forward to rub yourself on his cock. “Still not satisfied?” He teased you, letting you suck and lick his fingers as you’d done to his dick. 

Dean discarded the condom and laughed boisterously from where he stood. You let go of Cas’ thumb to raise a brow at Dean, offended. 

“You can’t laugh at me when you get laid way more than I do,” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I haven’t had that much sex these past few years. That thing with the Amazons was scary,” Dean admitted, with a shrug and a tight smile. “Also, I dunno if you noticed but the end of the world constantly, almost happening, is such a boner-killer. And I’m only surrounded by you guys. I don't really have time to go out and chase tail in between killing monsters and then saving everyone.”

“What about that girl you're calling and texting?” You asked, confusion taking your mind away from Cas’ roaming hands. 

“Not official at all... It’s too complicated.” Dean turned away and started to gather his clothes. You figured he was hoping to change or avoid the subject by ignoring the two of you, by leaving before you could keep prying. 

“Dean’s too afraid to make a move. Even his mom likes her, which is far more intimidating to Dean because he thinks he’s going to ruin it the way he thinks he always does. And if his mom sees what he sees in himself, it’ll feel much worse,” Cas explained to you brusquely. You looked at Cas with a frown.

“Thanks, man,” Dean replied sarcastically. 

“You’re welcome,” Cas responded. You couldn’t tell if Cas was being witty or serious when he said that, but you snickered anyway. 

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and sleep, ‘cause I’m.. old. Have fun!” Dean almost ran out of the Dean Cave but he backtracked and made his way back to you. He pressed a long and affectionate kiss to your forehead and grinned down at you playfully. You smiled and watched him leave, sexy and still naked with his clothes in his arms.

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Pink- Yves Kloss x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptations 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Yves Kloss x Reader

Prompt: Day - Pegging

Word Count: 891

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNi; pegging; praise kink; anal plug; toy insertion; handjob; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used)

“What's this?” you asked, your fingers touching something cool and hard. 

“Oh! I, um…” Yves cheeks flushed a rosy shade of pink, flustered by your discovery.  “I wanted to prepare myself and surprise you. I think tonight…”

You couldn’t remember who suggested it first, but it was something you were both interested in; however, you agreed this was something you wanted to ease into and had started by experimenting with some toys. 

Many weeks were spent exploring with various, different sized toys, slowly training Yves’ body to handle the size of your strapon. Week by week, you increased the size of the toys, with you both enjoying this long and pleasurable journey. 

Overwhelmed with excitement, you quickly wriggled out from under Yves’ lithe body. Eager to see this surprise, you kneeled behind him as he propped himself on his hands and knees. Spreading his soft and supple cheeks, you were beyond delighted to find a pink jeweled plug nestled in his hole. What a beautiful sight to behold.

“How long have you been wearing this?” you asked, your finger tracing the soft lines of the pink gemstone, enjoying how Yves’ flinched under your gentle touch.

“Every day this week.”

You huffed out a small puff of laughter. “I meant, how long today?”

Yves groaned and buried his head in the pillow beneath him. “A few hours,” he squeaked out as you twisted the gem with your fingertips.

Curious to know its size, you slowly began to pull the plug out. Without fully removing it, you were shocked by its length and girth. Just thinking of how your lover had been sitting through dinner earlier, his hole stuffed with this plug, drove you wild.

“Wanna get your strapon?” Yves mumbled into his silk pillow.

He didn't have to ask twice.

*****

Yves' body was a sight too beautiful to behold. His ass high up in the air, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the bed, his face flush against the pink pillow beneath him. Warmth flooded your core as you approached your lover, bare naked save for the pink dildo strapped between your legs. 

Vulnerable and exposed, plug still inside, you took a moment to appreciate all the hard work Yves put in to get here. The training. And stretching. And preparing. You only wished you could have done it all together.

You gently pulled on the pink jewel; twisting it at first, it took a few tugs to remove it, he was clenching it so tight. He whined as you fully withdrew it, marveling over the sheer size of the plug. 

“You like this…” you muttered as you pushed the plug back in, noticing how his hips rocked back and forth to meet your movements.

“So what if I do,” he managed to reply between grunts. Increasing your pace, you began to thrust the plug, twisting it while inside to help prepare him for what was to come.

With a loud plop, you fully removed the plug, your chest filling with pride as you marveled at its size. You reached for the glass bottle on the nightstand you brought over earlier, and removed its lid. The liquid was cool as you poured a generous amount onto your fingers. 

“You’re doing so good, my love,” you praised as you slipped two fingers into his hole, pumping your fingers a few times to make sure he was well coated. 

After removing your fingers, you picked up the bottle again, this time coating your dildo with the cool liquid. Once it was slick enough to shine in the moonlight, you put the bottle away.

Taking a deep breath, you held the dildo in one hand as you guided the tip along Yves’ entrance, probing his pretty pink bud; Yves let out a loud gasp as you slowly pushed inside his walls.

With your hands on his hips, you rocked yours gently against his, keeping your movements slow as you began to thrust inside. Your fingers pressed into his pale skin, pulling him closer to you, pushing him onto your cock.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered when you bottomed out. Your gaze drifted, focusing on where your hips now touched as warm tingles spread throughout your body. You patted his bottom with your palm, so pleased he was able to take your full length. 

Impressed, you slowly dragged your cock out, enjoying the beautiful whimper Yves let out as you roughly slammed your hips against his. You continued this pace, with one hand wrapped around his cock, feeling it stiffen as you impaled him with your cock.

Soft cries filled the air as you squeezed Yves’ shaft. “You look so good filled with my cock,” you cooed as you felt a drop of precum bead on the tip of his cock. 

“Cum for me, baby,” you coaxed, your hand pumping his cock faster, your bodies slamming against each other with each hard thrust. Yves let out a delicious groan, a tear trickled down his cheek as his cock tensed in your hand, his body trembling under yours, his bedsheets painted a milky-shade of white.

You withdrew your length from Yves, and gently guided him to roll over onto his back. After removing your strapon, you returned to his side, cradling him in your arms, stroking his soft hair as he drifted off to sleep.

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[barleyo]

shigaraki piss plsplspls

Caught.

Shigaraki X Fem! Reader (smut)

Warning: Don't like? Don't read! I know this topic/fetish is a little uncomfortable for some, but that's no excuse to shame others! Scroll on by if you do not wish to read this, and have a great day!

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, my dear anon. I’m truly sorry for the wait, and I know, it’s been an unacceptably long one, perhaps even a full year! I hope you don’t mind that I made it a female reader, or that it’s a little short. Thank you for the request.

Wordcount: 1.1K

Tags: Panty stealing, degradation, MESSY oral sex, humiliation, teasing, slight dub-con, piss play, water sports, smut, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), delayed/no orgasm, panty fucking, slight piss drinking, porn without plot.

As she was standing outside Shigaraki’s door, she could hear the lewd groans leaving his mouth. Cracking the door, she took in the sight of him burrowing his cock into a pair of her underwear. She could only see his lower half, pants at his knees, as he desperately pumped at his cock, forcing the lacey material up and down.

The sight of him defiling her unmentionables excited her, and she wanted to see more. She slowly cracked the door, just enough to reveal his face. His eyes were clouded and lust filled. Beads of sweat glided down his scarred face. She squeezed her thighs together, containing the heat festering between her legs. (Y/N)’s face got hotter the longer she watched him.

She noticed he was close to climaxing, his chest heaved and his pumps became sporadic and rough. She pushed the door a little further, desperate to see even more of him. The door squeaked as she pushed it, and he quickly threw a blanket over his crotch.

“What the fuck, dude,” he turned around, “(Y/N)? God, I thought you were one of the others, like, recording me or some shit. Come in,” he tossed his blanket off and threw (Y/N)‘s panties beside him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a creep—,” She quickly walked around his couch, looking away from him.

“Whatever, I don’t care.” He stuck his leg out and tripped her, landing her right between his legs, “You can take these back, by the way,” he grabbed her panties and held them out in front of her.

She pushed herself up to her knees and snatched them, still embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and started tracing the tip of his dick, collecting the precum around it. He rolled the wetness around his fingers, staring down at her with a bored expression. (Y/N) looked up at him, wordlessly asking if she could touch him.

“There you go.” Shigaraki shoved his wet fingers into her mouth, gliding them in and out. “You can work on these before you do.”

She ran her tongue over the pads of his two fingers, savoring the leftover precum stuck on them. She gripped onto his pant leg and nuzzled her head on his thigh, keeping herself in place while he pushed his digits deeper into her mouth. Spurts of dribble ran down his fingers onto his lap.

Shigaraki pushed his fingers farther down, feeling her throat constrict around his fingers. He brought them back, almost out of her mouth, before forcing them back down, gagging (Y/N) with them.

“Alright, enough.” He removed his fingers from her mouth, wiping the excess wetness off on her cheeks while her drool stained her chin.

He placed his thumb on her bottom lip, urging her to open her mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ messy. Always makin’ a mess for me to clean up.” he wiped the spit off her chin, and tilted her head up. “How ‘bout I make a mess for you this time?”

She nodded, eyes clouded with her pricked tears. 

“Yeah, open up then.”

He tapped his tip on the flat of her tongue. A thin strip of pre covered her tongue, and he rubbed it in with the head of his cock. 

(Y/N) wriggled her tongue around the length, starting at the base and traveling up the underside to the tip, where she wrapped her lips around it and sunk down, filling her mouth with as much of his dick that she could manage.

“You can take more of it than that,” he said, rolling his eyes. 

Shigaraki placed a tight grip on the back of (Y/N)‘s head and guided it down. He pushed the swollen tip of his cock past her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down. The salted taste of skin filled her mouth while she was wrapped around his length. Sinking down all the way, she squirmed in discomfort as his cock’s tip rested at the back of her throat, bumping into it with shallow thrusts. 

“Ah, you’re fine, stop gagging like that.” He brought his hips up harshly, burrowing into the tightness of her throat even further. “And stop— mhm… stop moving.”

A grumble erupted from his chest. His face flushed warmly, and his eyebrows came together in a tight knit. 

(Y/N)’s head became dizzy as she struggled to breathe through her nose with the pressure of his cock in her throat. She coughed over his length, feeling herself choke on him. 

He pulled her off, giving her a second to catch her breath. 

“Are you done with the dramatics?” he asked, panting while his chest heaved.

“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” (Y/N) said, voice hoarse and thin. “Ready.”

“Mm. Got a different idea now,” he said, face blank except for a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Hold still this time.”

She furrowed her brows, confused but willing to go along with him. She positioned her mouth over his cock again, feeling his hand grab the back of her head again. 

Shigaraki barely pushed her head down this time, merely holding her in place while he stroked her hair. 

“I did say it’s time I make a mess, yeah?”

“Hmph?” She tried to speak back, but she was muffled. Her eyes darted up to meet his.

“Swallow, (Y/N).”

Her eyes widened as a bitter, salty taste flooded her mouth. She gagged and sputtered, causing some of it to trail down her throat.

“There you go, all of it now.”

She felt her mouth get filled with the piss. She forced herself to swallow more of it, refusing to let it build up and stay in her mouth. 

“Yeah, swall– swallow, yeah, so good,” he cooed, drinking in the panicked look on her face.

Shigaraki released the back of her head and let her pull off. She spit what was left out of her mouth, letting it dribble down his cock and pool into his lap. 

“What the fuck?!” she coughed out, hacking and spitting the taste out of her mouth and back onto his crotch. 

He grabbed her quickly and pulled her into his soaked lap, having her straddle him. She tried to keep an angry expression, but could not hold it while she saw how he looked at her. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth curled into a small grin. 

“Did you enjoy cleaning up my mess this time?”

(Y/N) sighed and stuck her tongue out at him. Shigaraki pulled her forward and placed his lips against hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring the taste he left in it. When he was satisfied, he pulled back and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her chest.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so fucking gross, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, snickering. “I know.”

#barleyxnighteye #fanfiction #smutfic #smut #fanfic #bnha shigaraki #smutty smut smut #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #x female reader #piss fic #pisskink #piss kink

[biologically-confused]

Today in bee science: played matchmaker & built some honeymoon suites!

#they’re Osmia bicornis #best moment of the day was my supervisor telling me that I defintely shouldn’t be afraid of insects #while I was tagging a wriggling femal that I held between my fingers #(these bees are stingless) #and I just gave him A Look #and he was like okay yeah that doesn’t seem to be the case #which yes #??? #I’ve been here for four weeks dude #thesis adventures #uni adventures #mine

[elijahlittle]

WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER (Bertolt Hoover/Reader)

TITLE: WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER PAIRING: bertolt hoover/reader, light choking(?) TAGS: semi-public sex, female-bodied reader TRIGGER WARNINGS?: kind of mean and unhealthy y/n interactions (very light) w baby bertolt but on god it's part of the plot, very slight dubcon? idk if it can be interpreted that way but it's tagged for safety AU: idk modern au b/c i fuck hard with those DECSRIPTION: yes i believe in bottom bertolt supremacy but one of my friends gave me this idea like okay hear me out, y/n has been straight up blue-balling her boyfriend for quite some time, and it's getting frustrating, so he swallows his nervousness and, per suggestion of his good friend eren, decides to make even in the middle of the movie theater. by the way i am TIRED of everyone having eren hating on bertolt they would be GOOD FRIENDS in a modern au. WORD COUNT: 2,233

"Hey, Eren . . . I have a question" Bertolt looked like he was going to crawl out of his skin as he sat on the opposite end of the couch in the basement, his hands resting on his knees as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Shoot" Said Eren Yeager, pulling his hair back into a messy bun - his fingers expertly tying a small scrunchie into his hair. Jean had teased him about using scrunchies relentlessly - but Eren would die on the hill that using them was better for your hair; the last thing he wanted was for his hair to fall out.

"I, uh . . ." Bertolt's face was turning red, his nose scrunched as he stared at his knees, trying to figure out how to breach the subject. "So you know that y/n and I have been . . . you know, dating for quite some time . . ."

"Yeah . . .?" Eren drawled lazily, leaning his elbows on his knees as he played lazily on his phone, his thumbs typing away. For the most part, he seemed uninterested. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well, you know with dating comes . . . s-" Bertolt paused, now pressing his knuckles together tightly.

"Sex?"

"Yeah, that"

"Well, we've been having it a lot lately . . ."

"Are you just sitting me down to brag about your sex life . . .?" Eren inquired, raising an eyebrow - not that Eren was one to judge as he was often guilty of spilling his guts about his sexual escapades. But with Bertolt? . . . Well, it felt weird and out of place.

"N-No!" was Bertolt's immediately response. "It's not that. It's just lately, well . . ."

"Lately what? Spit it out. I don't have all day." Eren responded, looking down at his phone that was currently blowing up. He had a date coming up soon and he was relatively excited for it.

"Well . . . usually, y/n is, you know, on top . . . you know, more assertive -"

"I mean you didn't have to tell me that" Eren interrupted, "We all knew that -"

"- anyways" Bertolt's face was turning hot at the comment. He didn't have the time to really address Eren's comment. "I like it! I do! But lately, I've been thinking well, I'd like to take control . . ."

"Oh?" Eren's ears perked up and he was wriggling his way closer to Bertolt. "So you took control and they didn't like it, and now you're asking me for help?"

"No . . . not exactly."

"Then what happened?"

"Well, I asked them if they'd be willing to you know . . . switch it up and -"

"Jesus fuck, Bert. You can't just ask you have to just do -"

". . . and well, they laughed in my face, pat my cheek, and said no. I asked Reiner what to do and Reiner said to tell them I wasn't going to have sex until they gave me what I want. I thought it was a bad idea, but I went with it anyways and . . . well, they told me that two could play at that game and it's been . . ."

"How long has it been?"

"Uh . . ." Bertolt squirmed a bit in his place, "Two weeks. . ."

"Two weeks!" Eren exclaimed incredulously, in sheer disbelief. "That's insane! And you've just let them get away with it for this long?"

"Uh . . ." Bertolt scratched the back of his neck nervously, "What do you mean by get away with it? I mean . . . yeah . . .? What else am I supposed to do?"

"Well firstly," Eren said, picking up his phone, "Never ask Reiner for advice again. That was your first mistake. Secondly, let me cancel my date tonight -"

"Oh, no - you don't have to do that!" Bertolt responded quickly, "Just a few pieces of advice would be sufficient . . ."

Eren tapped away tirelessly at his phone before turning it face-down on the coffee table, now turning towards Bertolt - a rather determined look in his eyes.

"No -" Eren held up a hand, "I want to help. Besides, I'm going to tell you exactly what to do and we're going to run over it a few times, then - I'm going to make sure you don't pussy out. Knowing you, this is going to take a while. Consider it my early birthday present to you"

"My birthday was a month ago . . ."

"That's not the point. Anyways," Eren placed a very serious hand on his friend's shoulder, pulling Bertolt closer, "You're going to want to take her to the most popular movie in theaters on a Saturday night -"

"Where are you going with this?"

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Seeing how packed the movie theater was, Bertolt was definitely thinking about backing out of it. While his partner was in the restroom, presumably washing their hands, he fiddled with his phone in his hands.

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To: Eren Yeager

From: Bertolt Hoover

- I don't know if this is a good idea . . .

Read: 9:45 pm

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From: Eren Yeager

To: Bertolt Hoover

- If you don't go through with this I'll never forgive you. I canceled a date to prep you on this. Don't make me have canceled my date in vain. I dedicated my heart to this cause.

Read: 9:47 pm

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To: Eren Yeager

From: Bertolt Hoover

- I guess . . .

Read: 9:48 pm

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To: Bertolt Hoover

From: Eren Yeager

- I'm putting my upmost faith and trust in you. Don't fuck this up.

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"Here -" Bertolt extended his arms out to you as you came back from the restroom and concessions, a bag of candy in your hands, "I brought this for you."

His smile was innocent enough and the gesture was kind.

"Thank you." Was your tart response as you leaned over to pat the side of his face and press a kiss to his forehead before sitting down. "So have you changed your mind about what you asked for?" You inquired, taking his hand in your own as you opened your bag of candy and set it between the two of you as you linked your fingers in his own. Perhaps you shouldn't have brought up that topic of conversation here, on a movie date, but you couldn't help it - the way his big eyes looked up at you when he handed you the blanket drove you crazy. It made you want to lower yourself on him right then and there. It was just a damn shame that he had to be so persistent. The first week was easy enough but as you rounded out the second week of this no-sex stalemate . . . well, it was getting more difficult.

He openly frowned.

"Is that a no?"

"Do we have to have this conversation here? Let's just try to have a good night . . ."

You felt a bit guilty but were never the type who was keen on saying sorry.

"We'll talk about it later, then . . ." You responded dryly, clearly unhappy with the response.

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To be honest, when Bertolt had suggested watching one of the like, seven hundred Quentin Tarentino movies produced, you were slightly surprised. He was never one for big action movies - especially loud ones; loud noises were often too intense for him. As well as that, neither of you were into mindless action movies. However, this - whatever the hell this was - was actually quite enjoyable.

Halfway through the movie, you found yourself sucked into a particularly loud action scene.

You hadn't really noticed, or particularly cared, when Bertolt had slipped his hand underneath the blanket - resting his palm on your knee. It was kind of comforting.

You hadn't really noticed when he slipped his hand from the top of your knee to the inside of your knee, either.

Or when he inched it up halfway up your thigh.

However, you had noticed when his hand was slipping up your skirt, resting on the upmost part of your thigh where the muscle met the pelvis. For a second, you wondered if he was really trying to pull moves right here, in a movie theater, underneath this blanket - but when you looked over, noticing how tense and uncomfortable he was, you figured if he was, he wasn't going to go through with it - but settled on the notion that he probably wasn't even thinking about it.

A few moments passed by before you felt the tip of his finger press against your panties. There was a moment of tense surprise as your head snapped to look at your boyfriend, your expression narrowing - almost as though you were daring him to push further. You couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or not, but by the way he looked directly at the screen - you could tell he was at the very least a bit flustered.

If that was this case, this pathetic excuse for a mutiny would be over soon.

He drug the pad of his finger around your clothed clitoris gently, teasing it. You felt your abdomen jerk and dropped your hands onto his over the blanket, trying to hold them in place.

Bertolt's thin finger continued to tease around your clit before sliding downwards, continuing to rub over the fabric of your panties before pushing them slightly to the side. His face was hot with nervousness but the adrenaline of the entire situation was rushing to his head.

He continued to train his eyes on the screen in front of him, pretending to be invested in seeing the seventh car crash of the night. While his eyes were on the screen, his finger was sliding up and down your slit, slick from how wet you were. Bertolt wondered - what expression were you making right now? Was your face twisting up in confusion and frustration? Was your mouth forming into a little O?

You pressed your thighs together, your hands now squeezing at the armrests of the chair, squirming. Your heart raced and you pressed your head back into the chair, biting down on your lip as his finger slid its way back up to your clit, gently rubbing at it. Bertolt couldn't hear anything over the sound of cars crashing into each other, but he could certainly imagine how lewd you sounded - it only made sense, considering the fact that you were simply dripping.

Without much warning, Bertolt slipped his finger into you.

Head swimming, you let out a very small moan.

Finally, he turned his head to you.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. The question seemed innocent enough, but given that he was currently one knuckle deep into your cunt, his finger sliding in and out of you and curling, thumb pressing against your clit, you couldn't help but feel irritated with the question.

"Ber-" You let your head loll over to face him, face flushed red and and mouth slightly agape, though found yourself incapable of finishing the sentence as he slipped in a second finger.

The sight of your eyes half-lidded and your tongue poking out between your lips, which were parted gently, and the overall look of pathetic helplessness you gave him was almost too much. If the two of you weren't in a packed theater, he would have rolled you underneath him, torn off your panties, and fucked you underneath your skirt then and there. But for now, he'd have to settle for sliding his fingers back and forth against the inside of your gummy walls, which were tightening against him.

"Shh." He placed a finger to your lips. "The movie is still going. Try to keep quiet." His finger muffled the small gasps and groans you were breathing out. "Here - try this" He slipped a piece of candy in your mouth. "Good, no?"

He refrained from sliding his fingers into your mouth then and there.

As his fingers rocked in and out of you, you bit down on the candy to stifle the moans and gasps. For a second, you thought you were going to choke - but managed to swallow just fine.

Bertolt looked away, once more training his eyes on the movie. Pleasure pooled at the bottom of your stomach and very gently and discreetly, you began to grind your hips into his fingers.

"That's different." He mumbled to himself.

The second time he turned to look over at you, he could see tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you struggled to discreetly grind your hips against his fingers, seeking out an orgasm, but couldn't quite find the pace your body needed without being blatantly obvious.

The only thing you could do was close your eyes and tilted your head back as Bertolt curled his fingers in you - the pace quickening.

Your heartrate grew faster and you could feel his lips press at the shell of your ear.

What was it that Eren said to add? he thought, that's right -

Breath hot on your ear, he rasped out a simple question.

"Tell me, do you deserve it?" Truthfully, he felt awkward saying it - as though the words didn't quite come out of his mouth. You must have disagreed though, because the only thing you could mutter out in response was -

"Y-Yes"

You were starting to reach the edge of your orgasm, your head pressed against his own, back arching gently, as he pressed his face into your neck. Legs shaking, you sucked in a deep breath and -

His fingers slipped out of you and he took a moment to wipe them off on the insides of the blanket before linking his fingers in your own, leaving you a rattled, shaking, frustrated mess - completely unraveled before him as you tried to catch your breath.

"I don't think you do. We'll talk about it later."

#bertoldt hoover #bertoldt hoover/reader #aot angst #bertolt hoover/reader #aot smut #snk smut #snk x reader #y/n x aot #y/n x bertolt hoover #reiner braun #bertolt drabble #snk #snk eren #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan smut #y/n attack on titan #y/n #bertoldt #bertolt #i love bert #smut #reader insert #attack on titan reader insert

[frostsinth]

Lost Time - Pt. 2

- Part 1 - MasterList -

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I gasped, my heart racing, my head throbbing. I felt my hands moving of their own accord, searching for something to grab onto. Trying to anchor myself in the spinning void. There was a distant sound, a familiar sound, but I couldn’t place it. I was consumed by the sensation of falling, tumbling. Without an up or down to orient myself. Images flashed past me, blurred and indistinct at first. None lingered long enough for me to focus, and seemed to be wiping past me like trees out the window of a moving carriage. I opened my mouth, tried to scream. Tried to make a sound of any kind. I couldn’t tell if anything came out.

There! A light, a gap amid the strange assault. It spun and drifted, but it seemed to be moving with me. I reached toward it, felt my fingers scrape the edge. Then they passed through it, like an incorporeal cloud. Sparks zapped across my skin, leaving behind tingling skin. But the light shifted, pulsing. Growing larger and coming towards me. Before I could react I was engulfed, and had to close my eyes against the searing light or else be blinded. I instinctively moved my hands to shield my face, but couldn’t tell if I was really moving them at all.

“She can’t have gone far, My Queen,” Came a purring, rasping voice, distant. It sounded like smoke and tasted like sulfur. My heart skittered at the sound of it. “We’ll find her.”

“See that you do.” Another voice, female. Cold, angry.

I blinked, searching through the fading light. But all I could see were outlines and shadows. Blurs at the edges of my vision. A huge form, hulking and glowing as if on fire, though everything was bathed in that unnaturally blinding light. Another, smaller, more slender, more delicate. I sensed the second turn, sensed its eyes settling on me. My breath stopped, my heart raced. I pushed myself back, scrambled to get away. I sensed the figures retreating, as if sucked into a singular distant point; shrinking and swirling as they disappeared like draining water. Then I realized they had not moved. I had. Jerked back from a tether around my middle which bent me in two. I could see my limbs trailing behind me. Could see the tips of my long blonde hair, snapping and cracking like whips as I was yanked away. Tossed back into the swirling mass of images and sounds. A loud ringing was filling my ears, and I tried to scream again.

I woke in a cold sweat, choking on my heart in my throat. I sat up sharply, looking this way and that, my eyes wild. I quickly swiveled my feet out from the furs, moving to stand. I wasn’t sure why, I couldn’t piece together the jumbles of in-cohesive thoughts in my mind. I just suddenly felt this strange urgency. This deep set fear. I needed to move. I needed to run, and keep running. And when I thought I had run enough, I needed to run some more. I pushed off the bed to climb to my feet in the same fluid motion as I had swung my legs free.

I cried out as my bad ankle gave out beneath me, and fell to the stone floor. My rough descent had me jarring my shoulder painfully, but in my confused state, I merely wriggled to try and get my feet under me again. I was shaking so hard my palms slid, unable to find purchase. A growling grunt had me jumping again, and the ground shook just before a large form suddenly crouched down beside me.

“Anha wet, Shikobakin,” Came a deep, soothing voice, “Shie’ka natwe.”

I jerked my head up as a big hand came to rest between my shoulder-blades. As my blue eyes settled on the dark green face with broad features and copper eyes, it all started to come rushing back to me. Well, at least the previous day; waking in the forest. Twisting my ankle. Being rescued by Njord and carried to his home. But the hollow echo of a life forgotten weighed heavily down upon me as I strained to push beyond the dense fog that shrouded everything beyond yesterday.  I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding, then gasped at the air as if I had just emerged from beneath the surface of a lake. Each following breath came out ragged, then sucked into my lungs painfully. The big hand at my back rubbed soothingly up and down. As I came to my senses, I shifted, sitting back on my bottom. Stretching my legs out in front of me and wincing in pain as my bad ankle was jarred but hardly noticing it besides. I was still shaking, and I brought my clasped hands to my chest, hugging them to myself in an effort to still the motion.

Njord shifted, dropping one knee to the ground and leaning his elbow across the other. He considered me quietly from the side of his eye, his hand still at my back. I glanced over at him, shaking my head. Wishing to explain my behavior, or reassure him I was fine. My mouth flapped open and closed uselessly a few times, like a fish out of water. Unable to form the lies he wouldn’t understand.

“Netka non fa’alsita,” He murmured, “Anha wet.”

I craned my neck back, looking up at him, still quivering. I felt clammy and cold, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over me. But I latched onto the sound of his voice, shaking my head again and bringing my shaking hands to my face. I laid my palms flat against my eyes, attempting to push away whatever dream or memory had so unsettled me. It was in vain; my shoulders shook even more and I felt tears stinging my eyes as my throat began to burn. It was even more unsettling as I had only the fear. I had no memory of what had caused it, which only frightened me even more. I longed to let it sink away with the rest of my life buried in the heavy fog.

I started as I suddenly found myself hoisted delicately from the ground. A moment later, I was enveloped in big, strong arms. Each nearly as thick as I was wide. My hands dropped in time to catch a glint of his copper eyes before Njord buried me in his chest. Creating a safe cocoon of dark green muscle and flesh. He held me firmly, all but forcing my tremors to cease, but also as gently as if I were made of glass. I didn’t bother to try to resist; for one thing, I doubted I could wriggle myself loose from his clutches. For another, I sincerely didn’t want to.

There was no explicable reason why; I didn’t know this man. Hell, I was pretty sure I didn’t even know what he was. And yet I didn’t care. I turned into his broad chest, ensconcing myself in his embrace. I drew in long, deep breaths of his musky scent, and even reached my arms up to wrap around his thick neck.

I felt his posture change as I did, and felt a bolt of electricity shoot down my spine unrelated to the lingering fear. Neither of us chose to acknowledge it though; the feeling we shared in that moment. One that needed no words. He grounded me, like an anchor in a storm, and I clung to him almost desperately for fear of being swept away. There was no space to consider anything else. I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my grip around him. And slowly, my trembling eased. Then stopped altogether.

I took one last long, deep breath against his skin, then let it out. I started to lean back from his touch, and almost as soon as I did, I felt his arms loosening. I turned my gaze up to his face, and he side eyed me, half turned towards the back of the cave. But the corner of his mouth turned up, and his thick lips curled around his huge tusks.

“Yukna vat.” He said softly, and one big hand came up. With just his thumb, he pushed the long strands of my hair back from my face.

“I’m sorry...” I breathed, even though I knew he couldn’t understand me. 

I shook my head, looking away from him. There was not even a hint of the memory of what had set me off, but I still felt that lingering urge to bolt. To run far and run fast. It left me on edge, and I jumped at the sound of a branch snapping beyond the entrance of the cave. My heart faltered and my breathing skipped.

Njord paid it no mind, and his thumb traced distractedly down the edge of my hairline. “Netka non fa’alsita.” He told me, his deep voice echoing ever so faintly around the cave.

I peered up at him through my pale lashes, frowning slightly. He had said that before. Just after he had first come to my side. I saw him chew his lip thoughtfully, tilting his big head to the side. Seeming to appraise my questioning look.

“Netka non fa’alsita.” He said again, then lifted his hand, tapping the side of his head. He pointed to the bed, and laid his cheek over his knuckles. Closing his eyes. Even giving a few comically loud snores for effect. I felt a smile coming unbidden to my lips as I watched. When his copper eyes opened again, he tapped his temple, then made a deeply unhappy face. “...Netka non fa’alsita.”

I glanced over at the bed. “Neh..tukuh non fall see tah,” I echoed, working my lips around the foreign words.

He gave a grunt that came from somewhere deep in his chest. “NeTKa non fa’ALsita.” He repeated, emphasizing the strange sounds that he seemed to form in his throat rather than his mouth.

“Netka non fa’alsita.” I tried again, and managed a shy semblance of similarity to his.

He nodded approvingly, then made the sour face, reaching out to tap my temple lightly before pointing to the bed. “Netka non fa’alsita, Shikobakin.”

“Nightmare...“ I translated, and took note of the curve of my palms cupped in my lap to avoid minding the shiver that rippled over my skin at his touch.

His big fingers came under my chin, scooping it gently until I met his eye again. Unabashed by our close proximity to each other. Unashamed to brush his skin against mine and meld my warmth with his. I wondered briefly if it was a part of his own personality or a social construct of his species.

“Nit...Niightmaar.”

My smile returned as I recognized his near perfect attempt to mimic me. “You’re better at mine than I am at yours.” I complimented him.

He tilted his head, looking down over his broad cheek at me. Frowning. I wracked my brain for a moment, then nodded my head and smiled.

“Good.” I told him, then exaggerated my smile and nodded again. “Good.”

He considered this, then tipped his own chin at me. “Guh-d.” At my smile, he gave another deep rooted snort. “Ars’tok.” He grinned, showing all of his teeth, and I looked at him in surprise. It changed the shape of his face, and while the teeth themselves were large, set into the exaggerated smile made him an almost laughable sight. “Guh-d. Ars’tok.”

“Ars...TOkKK.” I almost spit at him, trying to make the deep throated accent as he did. It was less like his, however, and sounded more like I was choking on something.

A great booming sound emerged from him at my attempt, blasting into me with powerful reverberation and echoing around the cave. At first I jumped, but so accompanied was the roaring by his honest grin, that I quickly realized I was not in danger. After another belated moment, I realized he was in fact laughing, and felt my face flush.

“Easy for you to mock!” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “You’re apparently a natural at Common.”

His loud laughter subsided into quiet chuckles at my voice, and he lifted up one hand to gently cuff my jaw with his knuckles. He said something in his own tongue that I didn’t catch, but the amusement in his tone was plain. His thumb tapped my chin, and I heard him speak the name he had given me. He said it with a tenderness that surprised me, and made my heart flutter again.

I realized I was still settled in his lap, his big legs as sturdy as any chair. My face flushed for an entirely different reason. I twisted in place, trying to hide the new shade settling across my features and hoping he wouldn’t notice. I could see his head cock slightly out of the corner of my eye, considering my sudden shift.

I reached down and ran my hands over my swollen ankle, using it as an excuse. I winced, for it was still hot to the touch and extremely tender. And perhaps it was my imagination, but it looked more swollen than the day before to me. 

“...Di’chin yiya?” He asked, and I recalled the words from the previous evening.

I wasn’t given time to answer, and gave a soft squeak as he scooped me up into his arms. Again, I reached for something to hold onto, feeling perilously close to falling despite the fact that his arms all but completely engulfed me as he tucked me back to his chest. My own arms ended up back around his neck, and I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled softly again. If possible, my cheeks began to burn hotter at that. I pretended to be concerned with where we were going, rather than the proximity of his bare chest and thick neck to my face. Not that there were many options.

He swept aside the canvass covering at the entrance with one hand, easily balancing me in the other, then walked over to set me beside the firepit again. He gathered up some more smoked meat, dropping to a cross-legged seat next to me so heavily the ground shook.

“Tikke.” He told me, holding out the fish meat. As I gingerly took it, he pointed to it again. “Tikke. Tikke.”

A wry smile twisted one side of my mouth at the eagerness in his voice. I gestured with the fish, to show him I understood what he meant. I hesitated. The word was not hard, or at least, didn’t seem to be. Yet my previous humiliation was still quite fresh in my mind.

Njord shoved my shoulder gently with his bent fingers. “Tikke!” He pressed, pointing to the meat.

I opted for a shy glance at him out the corner of my eye. “... Tick-key?”

His grin chewed up half his face, at least what I could see of the good side he always kept facing me, and pushed his copper eyes into his heavy brow. He nodded eagerly. “Ars’tok…” Somehow, he found more room for his smile to grow a few molars. “Guh-d.”

I returned his smile, wondering if he was humoring me. I took a bite, chewing it thoughtfully, glancing around. I started slightly as his hand came up, shoving me lightly again. When I turned back to him, he pointed back at the fish. Then gave a grunt, tapping my shoulder before pointing at it again.

My lips split with my fresh smile, and I almost laughed. “Fish.” I told him, holding up the meat.

His brow screwed up, and he moved his lips for a moment before speaking. “Fii-ssh.”

I nodded. “Good.” I held it up again. “Fish.”

“Fisshh. Fii… Fishh.” He repeated, then seemed pleased with himself. I saw him looking around himself as I took another bite of the meat. He picked up a nearby rock, showing it to me. “Wutbat.” He told me.

I did laugh now, and shook my head. He grunted, frowning, and holding up the rock again. He repeated the word, showing me the rock and pointing as well.

“Wutbat.” I echoed, more confidently and trying unsuccessfully to hide my amusement. 

He grunted again and nodded, then tried to pass me the rock. I scrambled to move the remainder of my breakfast to the other hand to take it from him. In his fist it had looked small, but my hand dropped slightly under its weight. He pointed to it, then to me. Gesturing and waving with his hand. My smile never faltered; I could hardly believe my own enjoyment of his eagerness.

“Rock.” I told him.

His eyes lit up. “Rock.” He repeated, without any issues. His long arm reached out, plucking up another and turning it around in his hands. “Rock. Roockk.”

I tossed mine off to the side, wiping my hand on my pants to get off the worst of the dirt. I saw his copper eyes looking around again, and quickly finished off the meat before he could find something else to shove into my hands. He noticed I was finished and stood, walking over to the cave entrance and scooping up his broadsword.

“Oh, please don’t drop that on me,” I begged, still grinning, “It’ll crush me.”

Njord gave one of his deep snorts, tilting his head to the side. His face appeared quizzical, heavy brow lightly scrunched over his broad nose but eyes bright. I wondered if he had a concept of what I had said, or was merely trying to decipher the tone. He shrugged his big shoulders then showed me the sword, twisting it this way and that in his hand. As easily as if it were merely a branch, rather than a few dozen pounds of cold hard iron.

“Sword.” I told him quickly, before he could prompt me. He grinned back at me, and made a few attempts before getting the word right.

“Tu’kegee.” He returned, and spun the sword deftly as if striking down an imaginary opponent.

Hearing the deep sound he produced in his throat to say the word, I shook my head. “Not this again.” I almost groaned.

His grin returned, and he displayed a few more practiced strikes with the blade. “Tu’kegee.” He repeated, then again as he spun and swung the heavy sword at the air behind him.

I was a little awestruck by his movements, and watched quietly. He seemed to enjoy having me as an audience, and executed a few more maneuvers. His big muscles moved with powerful grace, his shoulders exposed without the armor from the previous day. I felt a strange tickling in my chest as I watched, and my fingertips tingled. He repeated the word after each stroke and blow, and after a final, powerful downward sweep which had him using both hands, he settled his copper eyes on me once more. Jerking his square chin at me.

I sighed, rubbing at the back of my neck. “Tuckeggee.” I mumbled, not even bothering to try the throaty sound.

He grinned, digging the end of his sword into the ground and dropping to one knee beside me. “Ars’tok, Shikobakin.”

My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, his face only a few inches from mine. I saw him stiffen slightly as well, his smile slowly shrinking as some unknown thoughts drifted through the depths of his copper eyes. He watched me for a second, his eyes moving back and forth between mine. I swallowed, forcing a small smile onto my face.

“I’m not trying that one again.” I murmured. With him so close, I certainly didn’t have to speak loudly.

He studied my face, his lips tweaking slightly as he seemed to attempt to decipher my tone. A few strands of his dark brown hair fell around his eyes, and I had an itch to push them back out of his face. I barely managed to resist. A sonorous grunt came from his chest, soft despite the strength of it. It seemed a good match to my own soft words, as if an answer in and of itself. But he didn’t move, lingering with our breath intermingling in the air between us. After a few breaths like this, his big hand came up, skimming his fingertips along my jaw. I wondered if he had felt that strange tingling to touch me, as I did. I couldn’t explain it, but couldn’t help leaning into his grazing fingers slightly; almost imperceptibly.

There was a distant snap of a branch that broke the moment, and both of us shifted. Pulling away. The sound of the snap was followed by a different, softer sound. It was too strange to place, and I was far too distracted to analyze it.

Another grunt, deeper and louder this time, and he shook his head. Dropping his hand away and standing. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, then jerked his head towards the forest. Words of his own language came flowing out from between his thick lips, and I watched them form in a daze as he gathered up his armor and strapped it to each shoulder. I found I liked the way the straps sinched to his chest, and had to slap my cheek lightly to stop myself from staring. He turned at the noise, raising the brow on his good side. I gave him a sheepish smile. No use trying to explain to him that I found him very distracting… I wouldn’t even know how to begin.

He grunted again, coming back over with some grumbling words I couldn’t distinguish. Even if I had the vocabulary to understand them. But short of a discussion about fish, rocks, and bad dreams (and a very brief discussion at that), it was not likely to be a very lively conversation.

The strange sound was louder, pulling my attention back to it. It was a skittering, scritching sound. Filling the air. Like something scurrying around through the leaves. No… many somethings. It seemed more familiar now, and set me on edge. I looked around, one hand reaching for Njord almost nervously. He seemed wary as well, and I found his hand reaching out at the same time as mine. The hairs on the back of my neck shot up, just before hissing, chittering snarls filled the forest around us...

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To be continued...

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[frangipansi]

Brothers seeing MC naked for the first time.

Slight nsfw? Maybe...? Not really? Probably just a tad spicy, more so? Meh! We’ll throw it on... just in case.

Also, I want to slip in a mini apology. In these snippets I’ve rather liked the idea of trying to keep things gender neutral, but no matter how hard I tried with Satan hemightbemyfave, MC just kept coming across female. But I mean... anyone can wear a dress!! Yes? Yes! And trust, the silk dress I had in my mind when I write (I own the dress) I’m positive anyone of any gender, or no gender, would delight in wearing it.

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Lucifer.

You knew you were pushing your luck here, but you were feeling exceptionally confident and ready to take on the possibility that Lucifer was into you. You head to his room, wearing just your RAD coat, snug against you and knock.

Hearing him call out, you slip inside and close the door; giving him a smile when he looks up at hearing the lock click over. “MC?” He’s surprised but not disappointed by your unscheduled visit.

Taking a breath, you unbuckle the belt and standing as seductively as you can; slowly slip the coat off your shoulders and let it pool to the floor. You’re breathing is elevated; naturally of course, with Lucifer there was always the possibility of rejection.

His eyes trail down your body and back up as he stands from his desk; slowly walking his way over to you until mere inches apart, the close proximity forcing you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze as an ungloved hand gently caresses your side.

“How very… sensual.” His expression dark with lust; fingers teasing across your chest before he instructs you to slink your way to his bed while loosening his shirt and tie, eyes wandering over you again as he follows you.

Mammon.

Mammon is pacing your room; very animated hand gestures as he relays to you his latest money making scheme. You watch with a smile on your face. “Mammon.” You call to which he either waves you off or shushes you.

“Mammon!” A more adamant called of his name grabs his attention. “What?! Will ya list-” His words cut short as he witnesses you wiggle out of your pants and peel your shirt off; throwing it aside as you proudly stood before him naked.

Mouth gaping like a fish as his wide eyes gawp up and down your body; stunned at the exquisite and unexpected sight before him. He shakes his head as you take a step towards him, as if your movement has broken the spell on him.

A wicked smile breaks across his face, fangs on show as he quickly closes the distance between the two of you; a squeal of laughter slipping from you as his arms wrap around you and lift you from the ground to tackle you to the bed.

“If ya think you can still turn me inta a stuttering mess, ya got another thing comin’.” A growl passing his lips as he snatches your lips in a wild kiss.

Leviathan.

Between the warm day and his growing comfort of your presence; it wasn’t usual for your time spent gaming together to be wearing bare minimal. Levi even relaxed enough to be sitting in only a pair of shorts as you tag-teamed a mission.

He had no idea that beneath your long line t-shirt was absolutely nothing at all; and as you had to wait for your character to respawn, you took that time to make you move. Standing from the couch you call his name and peel your top off.

You get a huff from him and when you look to him you’re amused to see his eyes hadn’t left the screen. Smiling, you throw your top at him and wait; watching him flinch at something being thrown at him. “Heyy normie… what’s the big…”

Holding up the top he looks up at you and freezes; face beet red and mouth quivering as he looks you up and down. The controller fell from his hand as he reached out and brushed his fingers across your hip.

Instantly he blushes more and removes his hand. You sit back down beside him, a leg over his lap and arms around his neck as you whisper, “The idea is you can touch me,” watching the shy smile pull at his lip as he runs his hand over your leg.

Satan.

Returning a book was the perfect opportunity; holding it securely in hand you made the short distance from your room to his and pushed the door open enough to call out to him before slipping inside entirely.

You set the book down carefully atop a pile of other books as your eyes stay on Satan; lounging on his bed with a book to his face. You wait for him to lower it, locking eyes before reaching round and pulling the bow tie at the back of your neck and let the silk dress fall from your body; watching Satan’s surprised expression follow the dress downward.

Flush cheeks, he immediately sets his book down and tip-toes around & over any book piles; eyes roaming your body before meeting your gaze. You notice it’s almost predatory-like; slowly stalking his prey and never wavers his stare until you’re face-to-face. Noses almost touching.

His breathing remains steady as yours begins to shake; desperate to know his next move; but he’ll take his time. His eyes will look up to your locks as his hands gently glide through them as they work their way down your body; his eyes following his hands and smiling with every change of your breathing.

Hands will suddenly wrap around your waist as he pushes you back into the door and seals his mouth over yours; growling at the touch of your hands through his hair. He finds your skin so irresistibly soft and perfectly scented fueling an insatiable thirst within him as he claims you against his door.

Asmodeus.

For all the countless flirting between yourself and The Avatar of Lust; you had only ever held hands, kissed cheeks and playfully caressed arms, legs or chest. But today, you would be taking the lead in the next step. A simple text: T_T I’m crying this outfit too cute come see!! He’s a sucker for fashion after all.

“MC!” You hear him sing as he swings open the door; momentarily frozen as his eyes fall over you lying very seductively on your bed and completely naked… okay, you accessorized with understated jewellery and simple makeup. You were gonna look like perfection for this demon.

With a squeal of delight, he’ll slam the door and lock it before Mammon can ruin anything; commenting on how utterly delicious you look laying there in wait for him; how devilishly wicked you are and of course swoon over your beauty.

But he won’t just simply dive onto you; oh no, no, no… you deserve a feast for the eye just as you gave him; delighting you in a perfectly seductive striptease. He is a temptress, a sexual divinity and he’ll have you at the thralls of rapture by the time he crawls his way on top of you.

He’ll take great delight in taking his time tasting you; feathering kisses and rolling tongue across every inch of skin while guiding your hands into his hair. His lightest of touch easily sending you into waves of constant euphoria before your bodies even merge to one, and he’ll use every trick he knows to elicit every debauched sound from your lips.

Beelzebub.

A personal gym inside the House of Lamentation that no one steps foot inside, except one. It was a perfect time to get closer to the ever hungry demon. You made your presence known by calling out to him; both of you smiling at one another as he lifts his head before going back to his bench presses.

Eyes wandered over Beelzebub’s body; his legs perfectly defined by a pair of compression pants and a loose fitting singlet capturing his sweat; you couldn’t help but bite your lip in appreciation before undressing.

He paused mid-lift, lifting his head back up as he felt you sit yourself down on his abdomen cross-legged and stared at you in astonishment. “MC… you’re naked?” His eyes are constantly darting across your eyes, dipping to your chest and back up again.

“Completely.” You will confirm with a wink; watching him carefully set the bar back in place before sitting up to admire your bare body while his hands skim over your thighs. He’ll have quite the smile on his face; wondering how he got so lucky with such a delightful post-work snack and just where he should first start.

Coaxing your legs to uncross, he’ll pull you in closer and encourage you to wrap your legs around his waist so he can get a better look at you; a better feel of you. Delicious skin bare before him; his smile darkening as he brings his head down to gently sink his teeth into your neck. A hungry kiss to say the least.

Belphegor.

The Avatar of Sloth was never a hard one to find; quietly you sneak down the corridors unnoticed, bounding silently up the stairs to the attic to find him snoozing in the plush bohemian style bed. You couldn’t help but smile at his form almost hidden amongst the incessant amount of pillows and throw blankets.

You call to him softly, fiddling with the buttons of your oversized sleep shirt and watch him stir; taking in a deep breath while he stretched before opening up one lazy eye. He smiles, giving you a hello before shutting his eye again; lifting his arms up above his head in another stretch and your eyes linger down to his exposed stomach as his top lifted slightly.

This time you unbutton your shirt as you call to him again; his eyes opening and closing before he sat up quickly and rubbed his sleepy eyes then took in the sight of you completely; your bed shirt now discarded to the floor.

“Well…” He would purr with a smirk; his fingers wriggling in a gesture for you to join him on the bed. Which, of course, you’ll happily do; slinking up beside him and drape an arm behind him; your fingers lightly scruffy his hair.

His eyes roam over your body before easing your back down onto the pillows and slither on top of you. Oh how tempting it would be for him to simply nestle down on your luscious body; arms wrapped around you and his head on your chest so the pleasant sound of your heartbeat could lull him back to sleep. Getting to know your body intimately, was just far more tempting.

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[rexsjaigeyes]

Handcuffs

Steve Murphy x female reader | NSFW, 18+

Requested by @sabinemorans​: Getting bossy with Steve when he misses a date for work, “do you think you deserve to touch me yet? Hm? No, I don’t think so, I think I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

A/N: this request reminded me too much of Miami Heat by @mijachula​ and you should all go read that right now because it’s gold.

You were sitting in the living room, watching the rain beat against the windows of your small apartment when you heard the front door open and a familiar voice boom through the hallway.

“Hon,” Steve called out for you, “I’m home!”

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to respond as you took a drag from your cigarette. His loud footsteps echoed as he dropped his jacket and bag by the door before entering the room.

“Hey,” he said softly and took in your attire as you glared at him.

You were dressed in a tight-fitting red dress, your hair and makeup took hours to complete, and the red heels that pinched your feet were now kicked off besides the foot of the couch. You hadn’t bothered to change yet because of all the effort you put in and you were too pissed to wipe off your makeup or undo your intricate hairdo.

You noticed the recognition in his eyes before he muttered, “Shit, was our date tonight?”

Scoffing, you put out your cigarette and waited for the half-ass excuse that you knew would leave his mouth soon. You watched unblinkingly as he ran his hand through his hair and thought of a way to explain himself.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just… I got caught up with work–”

“Work,” you repeated the word harshly, stopping him from saying another word. “You know, if you’re gonna blow me off for the third time this month, you gotta start coming up with better excuses.”

He sighed, knowing that he really pissed you off this time. Slumping his shoulders in defeat, he approached you slowly and sat beside you on the couch. You were mad at him, but you always fell for the way his eyes would soften and how his voice would drip with honey when he was apologizing to you.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Look at me,” he gently placed his hand on your chin and tilted your head so that you’d look into his mesmerizing baby blues. “I should’ve called, yeah? I’m sorry I blew you off. I promise I’ll be better about this.”

His face was inches from yours and you felt his breath fan across your face. “Forgive me,” he whispered, and you could feel your resolve fading already.

Closing the gap, he pressed his lips against yours in a hesitant kiss, his hand still holding your chin but not tight enough to keep you there if you decided to pull away. You melted against his lips, kissing him back slowly and moving closer to his body. You hated how easily he always got you to forgive him, and you felt anger flare within your chest at how persuasive he was without even trying. You pulled away, your hands pushing his chest lightly so that he’d let go of you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you whined, pursing your lips as you tried to ignore the way your heart was beating faster from his touch.

He chuckled and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before leaning in to peck a kiss on your frown. “I know,” he laughed against your mouth. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You scoffed and pushed him away again, your lips twitching as you tried not to smile. “Don’t do that,” you groaned.

“Do what?” Steve smirked at you and moved his hands down to caress your body.

You got distracted with the way he ran his fingers along your sides before reaching your thighs. He looked down at your tight red dress and raised a brow, waiting for you to answer him.

“Don’t use that damn Southern charm on me,” you muttered and tried to wriggle away from him. The way his fingers crept up your thighs made all your thoughts leave your head, and you wanted some sense of control back.

He knew what he was doing; he grinned smugly as his hands reached the bottom of your dress. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he whispered coyly.

You shivered from the sound of his voice and how he started pressing kisses on your neck. He was so damn annoying with how well he manipulated your body and caused you to forget everything that was bothering you. His hands were well under your dress when you realized you wanted to play hardball with him. Opening your eyes, you grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from you.

As quickly as you could move in your skin tight dress, you pushed him against the couch and straddled his lap. He gave you a questioning look, but allowed you to move his hands so that they were resting on the back of the couch instead of on your body.

You rolled your eyes at how cocky he looked, waiting for your next move. It wasn’t a common occurrence for you to call the shots; he was always the more dominant one, but you were feeling bratty after having such a shitty day.

“Stop smirking, you fucking asshole,” you muttered half-heartedly and placed your hand on his neck before leaning down to kiss him.

God, he pissed you off, but you both knew you secretly loved that about him. You felt him smile against your lips and instinctively, he brought his hands back to rest against your ass.

You pulled away from his mouth and made a tsking sound, “Did I say you could touch me?” You rolled your hips against his lap, causing his mouth to open in surprise. “Put your hands back on the couch, Steve. You don’t deserve to touch me yet.”

He quirked a brow, a part of him wanting to test how far you’d go if he didn’t listen, but he reluctantly let go of you and returned his arms to the back of the couch. You watched him clench his jaw as you made another pass over the bulge in his pants, grinding down harder this time.

It was your turn to smirk now as he struggled not to grab your body. You alternated between light brushes against his lap and gyrating with more pressure, knowing the lack of consistent pressure was driving him mad. Your dress was already riding up your body, so you decided to roll it up to your waist, exposing the pair of black lace panties that you wore specially for him. He groaned when he saw them, his hands balling into fists on the back of the couch.

“See what you missed while you were at work?” You emphasized the last word, enjoying the pained look on his face as he willed himself not to touch you.

He was concentrating so hard that for once, he couldn’t come up with a witty response. You chuckled softly before moving your body so that you could straddle one of his legs. He watched your movements carefully until you slowly lowered yourself onto his thigh and started grinding against it.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he watched you, his eyes were dark with lust.

The friction of your panties rubbing against your clit made you moan, and you felt your arousal seep through the fabric. Steve jolted underneath you as you pushed your cunt down harder on his thigh, and his hands moved to grab your ass before he even realized what he was doing.

Immediately, you stopped moving and glared at him, but he tried to move your hips so that you would continue riding him. You grabbed his biceps, ignoring your thoughts of how strong his arms were as he held you down on his thigh.

“I hope you’re not this bad at following orders at the DEA,” you quipped. He grunted in response, trying to get you to move again, but you just dug your fingers into his arms and waited for him to let go.

With a heavy sigh, he released you, his jaw ticking in annoyance when you got off his lap and stood in front of him. Pulling your dress down, you walked towards the bedroom and looked at him over your shoulders.

“Well? Aren’t you coming?” You laughed when he got up quickly and met you in two strides. He growled softly and tried to grab you, but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Nuh-uh, not so fast,” you teased, “you still haven’t earned the right to touch me yet.”

Steve groaned and tried to grab your sides anyway. “You know I’m not good at this,” he muttered in exasperation. “I can’t keep my hands off you, baby.”

You knew he was just trying to flatter you so that you’d give into his charm again, but this time it wouldn’t work. Standing on your tippy-toes, you leaned up to whisper in his ear seductively, “Then go get your handcuffs because I’m going to be in charge tonight.”

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[into-crazy]

More to the Madness Pt. 11

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader series

Summary: Continuation to part 10 of J breaking into your apartment.

Warnings- Cursing, mentions of violence, angst, dark themes(thoughts about the death/hurting of the other), NSFW, SMUT, thigh riding, some gun play, choking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, orgasm denial, ages 18+

More smut, yay! Also this is another terribly long piece. Why are my smut pieces always so long?

You can find the other parts RIGHT HERE and through the “More to the Madness” tag lovelies💞💞

You narrow your gaze at him in suspicion. What is he up to? It's a trap, it's got to be. He's always got something tricky up his purple sleeve. "No. I'm fine right here."

His jaw clenches at your words, the frustration creeping in his face articulated by the squelching of his gloves as his hands ball into fists. He snarls, "you're being difficult right now, doll." Low and dangerous, a clear warning.

Too bad you've got a terrible knack for ignoring those.

You plant your feet, standing your ground. "I'm being difficult? You still haven't told me why you're here."

His tongue clicks in the silent air while he thinks to himself for a split second. "Then uh, why don't ya come over here an' lemme tell ya hm? I know you want to, don't act like ya don't. Seeing I haven't given you a reason to shoot me when you had the chance. So, be a good girl and come sit down. I'm not gonna ask again."

A shiver rattles your spine as you let release a quiet, shuddering sigh. That wasn't supposed to dash a sharp pang of arousal through you. But it did. Warily, you go over to him, stepping into the shadows and stopping at his feet. He's scarily calm, his whole demeanor reads danger. It feels like you've stepped into the lion's den to feed the big cats. In this case it being just one- the one and only alpha. With a high chance that he'll pounce any given second.

He gives you a single nod, patting his leg again. When you move to straddle his lap, he quickly grabs ahold of your hips and redirects you.

"Ah ah-" he guides you to sit directly on his thigh. "Right here." The words leaving his lips in a thick whisper as he sets you in place. With your legs on either side of his left one- your leg flinching when it brushes the cold metal chain dangling from his pants.

Instead of sitting down all the way, you hover over his tempting thigh. Which is hard considering how badly you want to sit and have his strong muscle pressed against your core. However, you do that, then he'll feel the wetness starting to soak through your bottoms and into his pants.

J notices you're straining to hold your weight up. "Don't be shy." He presses. "Get comfortable."

You couldn't resist anymore. Fuck it. You bit your lip to keep the whine from slipping past your lips as you settle down fully. The sheer relief of finally feeling him against your heated sex. But even that wasn't enough, you wanted more.

"That's it." He licks his lips in approval while you get situated.

Guiding his large hands down along your thighs, you shiver at the pleasing sensation of the leather rubbing your skin. His touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You shift your hips, granting you with the slightest dose of friction. You sigh, avoiding his burning stare. He removes one hand to tilt your face to his, "Look at me." You do, catching the malevolent look in his blackened eyes that only deepens as he registers the yearning in yours. "Missed me?" It leaves his beautifully mangled lips just above a mere hypnotic whisper.

"Maybe." You answer, recomposing yourself. "Alright, I'm here. Just like you wanted." Your arms slide over his broad shoulders to intertwine lazily behind his neck. "So, are you gonna tell me what made you wanna come all this way to see me?" Hopefully this conversation will help take your mind off the ache between your legs.

"Already told ya, dropped by for a visit. You're much better company than what I got back at the warehouse. Oh annnd-" Without breaking his gaze from you, he awkwardly reaches his right arm behind the chair. Bringing up a black backpack. "To drop this off." He places it over on the table behind you. The muffled thud of it landing on the surface giving you a light startle.

Curiously, you reach back to peak into the unsealed opening. "What is it?" Inside, you found there to be a bunch of stacked bills filled to the top.

"Fifty thousand, unmarked." J states blankly, gaze roaming over the now exposed skin of your waist. "Consider it a uh, small token of appreciation. Payment for the work ya put in, including an advance for the upcoming jobs. Gotta make sure my bunny's taken care of." He leans in, caressing your turned cheek with such a gentleness that blindsides you as much as the sack of cash.

Is this some sort of test? Does he think he can somehow buy you- buy your loyalty? He doesn't have to. Regardless, whatever the case may be you wouldn't take it anyways.

Closing the bag back up, you shake your head, "J, I.. I can't accept that." He retracts, taking the warmth of his breath with him as you turn your attention back to him. "We've had this discussion before, I don't want your money. I'm not in it for that."

"Ya say that, but take a good look around. This apartment, that uh, flat screen by the wall, these pretty little clothes you're wearing.. What gets ya all of this?" He motions towards the bag. "Cash currency. And how does one acquire it when flying under the radar? By completing underground tasks and getting paid for 'em. Is that not what you've done for me?"

"It is, but-"

"But what?" He cuts you off impatiently.

"Look," you sigh, gathering your answer. "I mean, I can appreciate the gesture. But really, I don't need your help. I have my own means of acquiring what I need for myself. I thought it was clear from the beginning that I'm not along for the pay."

He sits there registering everything from your candid tone to the lenient sliding of your hands down the lapels on his trench. Sees the strain in your movements from holding back, from pressing too hard. It reminds him of earlier at the complex, moments just before the job. How you held your breath as he let you comb your dainty fingers through his green strands. Though your hands are tough and you can land some pretty hard punches on others. They're still dainty to him. Delicate enough for him to snap very easily if he wanted. But he didn't. He doesn't.

Pestering as it may be to him, there's something that keeps him from wanting to injure you. From wanting to kill you. Something he ponders on with everyone else he encounters. However, the thought of you being injured or killed- be it by his hand or not- doesn't sit well with him. It just doesn't. And he wants to hate you for that. It makes him want to rid himself of you even more. If you had just gotten rid of her a long time ago, it wouldn't be such a nuisance to think about. He'd scorn himself. You could do it now, rip off the band-aid and get it over with. Why you? Why does the thought of suddenly not having you by his side, not getting to look at you, or not able to hear your voice anymore bother him?

Hurt you, he will. Ohh, expect that he will.

In ways that you crave, of course. In which you take pleasure in receiving as much as he enjoys inflicting. Where he can drink in the view of your gorgeous face twisted in blissful agony. Bask in the contorted melody of the moans and cries from your beautiful lips. Distractions, sweet distractions. He doesn't need them but he could sure go for one right now. Especially after the one thing he couldn't get off his mind since this morning. He didn't very well appreciate that you got to see him up so close in a vulnerable state. It makes him want to turn it around. Get even. Guess a distraction will do.

"I'm aware money serves no real purpose to ya," he states slyly, "but we never ah, actually went over the reason you tag along. Have we?"

"No," you admit, "no we haven't." It's becoming harder to concentrate when he's looking at you with that ravenous glare of his.

He purposely jerks his leg up against your core, making you go stiff. "I might not be a detective. But I'm certain ya know by now that I'm uh, quite perceptive when it comes to reading people."

"Yeah, no shit," you breathe out. He squeezes your thighs, and you almost whimper. Shifting against him a little harder, trying to play it off as though you were readjusting. It doesn't work, true to his word, he's very observant.

"Mhmm," he hums, "so go ahead, then. Rub yourself against my thigh." Your eyes widen and he releases a wheezy laugh. "Oh don't give me that. I feel how hot and wet your cunt is. Felt it the moment ya sat down." His hands slide under the openings of your shorts to grip the plush flesh of your ass. He's pleased to see you're not wearing panties. His fingers would've caught in them if that were the case. You moan softly when he gives you another squeeze, dragging you towards him. "Come on, bunny. Entertain me. Show me how bad you want me."

He's taunting you, but you don't have the time to care. Especially with the delicious pleasure of his thigh on your throbbing heat, this was too good to pass up. Steadying yourself with a grip on his shoulders, you start grinding your pussy on his upper leg. Despite the bothersome layers in between your bodies could you feel his warmth, and looking down his body spot his bulge growing under said layers.

Just as you were setting a pace, J snatched your hands from his shoulders. Locking your wrists directly behind you, giving him a better view of your compulsive grinding. You're still grinding. Back arched towards him, chest noticeably heaving while you wriggled in his grasp. Working hard at brushing your heated sex along his leg. He likes watching you squirm- took some wicked form of gratification in seeing you so desperate for him.

"Look at you- naughty little thing. Gettin' all worked up on my thigh. I'll say, desperate's a good look on ya." His other hand went to slide the thin straps of your top from your shoulders. Allowing the material to bunch around your waist, displaying your breasts. Slightly bouncing in time to your movements. He kneads the plump flesh roughly before moving to rub and pinch your peaked nipples.

"Oh my god J-" your eyes threaten to roll towards the back of your skull due to the cool, stimulating sensation. Moving your hips even faster. You're certainly making a slippery mess of his slacks now. Arousal continuously dripping from your cunt, seeping through your shorts and into the coarse fabric of his pants. He tilts his head to gaze where your pelvis meets his leg, taking note of this as well.

He lets go of your wrists to grab at your hair, grabbing the damp strands in a tight fist. "You're making a mess a my pants, doll." He scorns.

You release a breathy laugh, "You- ah- you were the one who we wanted me to to sit here." Throwing your hips forward sharply to further emphasize your point. Upon doing that, your knee rammed into something hard and sharp beneath his trench. "Ow!" The heavy fabric swallowed your leg so you couldn't see it, but you registered what it was based on the placement and impact. "Was that- your gun?"

"Yeah," he giddily acknowledges. Slipping his hold from your hair to retrieve the weapon from it's hidden spot, holding it directly in your view. "Sure is."

Despite the lack of proper lighting, did the gun still gleam. His trusty Glock 17- converted to a full-auto with an extended 33 round mag and all! It's unique, impractical, and no doubt sexy. Very much like him. It's even more deadly as it's difficult to control due to such an extremely high cyclic rate. Despite J being so trigger-happy, he handles the weapon well. He makes a show of racking the slide, the distinct clicking sound of it excites you. You rather like the way he handles it.

"Mrrroow," you purr with a flirtatious roll of your r's. "What'd you do that for- you gonna shoot me?"

"Tempted."

"Oh, and here I thought you enjoyed my company." You leaned forward and slowly licked along the slide of the piece.

J's hand tightened around the handle, with a look of bewilderment as he watched you lick a trail, retracting your tongue just before reaching the muzzle. He traces it down your jaw. "My, my sweetheart.." He presses it against your cheek and you lean further into it. Gazing at him- dare he say- amorously. You have a loaded gun to your head and you look practically lovesick. Now, how can he think about getting rid of you when you're looking at him like that? "Aren't you ah.. full of surprises."

J's hand goes back to your hair as he slides the piece over your lips, muttering a command. "Open." You comply and he shoves it into your mouth, instantly engulfing you with the taste of metal. "Now suck on my gun like you would my cock."

You work your tongue, taking as much as you can while you suck his gun. The slurping and sucking sounds absolutely lewd. Continuing the movement of your hips, your hand wraps around his wrist, holding the weapon there. Your eyes flutter shut and you moan around the barrel. Damn, the hold this man has on you. It should be embarrassing, how weak you are for him. Allowing him to put a gun in your mouth with his finger dangerously close to the trigger.

"Fuck babygirl, you sure are somethin' special."

Opening your eyes, your met with his lusty intense ones. Endless black pits piercing through you. Completely sinister, those of a man lacking any remorse. That's killed- murdered people- and will continue to do so with no intention to stop.

This doesn't bother you. After all, you're no saint. There's blood on your hands. Though that on yours consists of the most corrupt and tainted who wore masks to pretend they were honorable- it was still murder. Plain and simple. The only difference is you've got a target type, whereas the Joker doesn't. You won't justify it with some sense of morality. You even felt satisfactory in your actions, with no room left for regret. The same applies to him. Joker's not ashamed in who he is. He embraces it freely without a care. One of the many reasons you're drawn to him.

There's absolutely no shame in the desire coursing through you. You're showing him exactly what you want, everything you desire in that moment. And he wasn't displeased. His pants are becoming increasingly tighter around his hardening cock. But he won't address that just yet.

"Just like that, keep rolling those hips. Rub that needy little pussy on my leg.."

You give another moan and he snarls. Tearing the gun from your mouth, tossing it aside to tug you in. Crashing his mouth against yours in a fiery kiss that's all teeth and tongue. You're rutting harder against him, so close to letting go.

When your hand slides down to graze his erection, he quickly swats it away. "Ah ah- hands to yourself, doll."

"Please J, I want t-to touch you. I want to feel you." You try to convince him, displaying your best attempt at puppy eyes.

"Want huh? Well we don't always get what we want." He chuckles mockingly, pressing his fingers against your clit. Briefly circling on the swollen bud over the fabric, then pulling away. "Perhaps if you're good for me I'll reward ya. But you'll have to earn it."

You groan in response to his offer, grinding your clit even harder. When J grips and starts guiding your hips, you lose it. "Oh fuck- I'm close," you rasp.

"Who said you can cum?" He growls against your lips, biting into your bottom one. That almost had you cumming on the spot. "I don't ah, don't remember ya asking if ya can, doll."

With each rock of your hips you plead, "please, please, fuck- please. Can I cum?"

He ghosts his hand up your sternum to wrap firmly around your neck. Tearing you away from him to stare into your eyes. Very much pleased with the sight before him. "You can cum. Keep those gorgeous eyes open, I want you to look at me while you do." He flexes his thigh and squeezes his hold on your throat almost to where you can't breath.

With that, your orgasm washes over you- digging your nails into his wrist as you release a strangled cry through your constricted windpipe. Your walls contracting around nothing while you cum straight through your shorts, all over his leg. That malevolent look in his eyes has you still rutting to where it starts to hurt due to the overstimulation.

"That's it bunny.."

You drink in his husky praise as you come down from your high. Basking in his warmth that betrays the coldness in his eyes.

Before you know it, he's moving you. Bringing you to your feet with him, he stands behind you. Pushing you face down into the into the cushioned back of the seat. He yanks the soaked shorts down your legs along with your top, exposing your ass and glistening pussy. You bite your lip hearing him undo his buckle. He takes his length into his hand, rubbing his thick head along your folds. Teasing you as it brushes your sensitive clit. His precum adding extra slick against your dripping heat. You whimper, pushing back, unsure whether you want him to continue teasing or enter you already. The fact that he was still mostly clothed and you were completely bare made it even worse.

"So eager for me," he hisses, running his leather clad hand up your spine to grip your hair. Pushing his thick head into your aching hole, further torturing you- going in and out, in and out..

"Fuck please-" you mewl, "Fuck me J- I need your cock inside me!"

A groan rumbles in his chest, your shameless cries have his cock twitching with satisfaction. "Mmh, what a dirty mouth ya got, doll. I like that. Looks like you'll be getting your reward after all."

He thrusts his length into your pussy, knocking the wind from your lungs. Allowing you a moment to adjust before picking up a rapid pace. His cock stretching you amazingly as he pounds mercilessly into you. Fucking you rough and hard from behind.

"You ah- take my cock so well miss l/n." He remarks sarcastically between thrusts. Though you can't see it, you can practically visualize the arrogant smirk plastered across his mangled cheeks. Looking over your shoulder, you shoot him a glare. Sure enough, there's the smirk. His hand smacks your ass, earning a yelp from you, and he cackles wildly. The bastard.

J continued to tug on your hair as he fucked you relentlessly. Telling you how good your pussy feels around his cock, how perfect your ass and body are, and how much he likes the special, filthy little noises you make just for him. He was egging you on, driving you to the brink of madness.

Each time you were on the verge of an orgasm would he halt. Painfully tearing that sweet release away from you. He did that quite a few times, you lost count after 4 or 5. You were too exhausted, too needy for that final wave of ecstasy to hold track. Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, your legs are growing tired, and your throat is hoarse from shouting and moaning.

The neighbors probably hate you now. Surely they're well aware of what's happening in here. Fortunately, they don't know who the cause of your rowdy noises is. Before you could fully shout his name would Joker quickly find a way to muffle it. J is fine, but you could only cry out "Jok-" before his hand sealed your mouth. He also didn't want them finding out that The Joker was in your apartment. Least not today. Another time.

Drawing near another release, you start to plead. Frantically rocking back to meet his unforgiving thrusts. "Ahh- J, please- I can't take it anymore, let me cum!"

"Oh ya wanna cum, huh?" He roughly kneads the plush of your ass. The strong amount of willpower this man has is beyond you. But even he's growing frustrated with holding back. He will not let go until he gets what he craves from you. "How bad do ya need it?"

"I need it so bad- please J- can I cum? Please, let me cum on your cock!" Your whines poured out.

"Now that's convincing," he groans. This time he doesn't stop or slow his momentum. Instead he advances harder, pounding into you even faster than before. He's finally going to let you cum. "Cum for me bunny. Come on, be a good girl and cum on my cock, hm." He reaches around to rub tight circles on your clit. Giving you that extra push over the edge.

Your back arches wildly and your walls clamp tightly around his cock. Pulling him deeper into you as he chases his own release. He surges forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, no doubt drawing blood. You cry out in delicious pain and he releases. Groaning against your sweat slicked skin, shooting thick spurts of his hot cum inside you.

You collapse softly onto the seat, catching your breath. Joker says nothing while he slows his, gaze roaming over you as if he were admiring his work. He runs his hands through his hair, pushing the green strands from his face. You close your eyes for a moment as exhaustion quickly starts to draw in your spent body.

Upon reopening them you notice he's staring at you rather absently. Skimming all the thoughts constantly running through his busy mind. When you giggle, it breaks him from his fog.

"What's so funny, doll?" He tilts his head playfully.

"Nothing," you reply tiredly as he fixes up his slacks. Looking at the large wet patch running down the length of his upper leg. Most of it somewhat dry now, but still there. "It's just, this wasn't how I expected my night would turn out at all."

"Turned out a lot better I presume?" His tongue darts out to graze his lips while he loops his belt.

"Well, despite the fact you broke into my apartment, I suppose it did." You laugh in agreement. Using your discarded shorts to wipe yourself down briefly. You'll properly clean up later with another shower, right now you're drained of any energy.

You grabbed a small blanket from the couch next to the sofa chair in which you're laying. Shifting to lay more comfortably with the fuzzy cover shielding your naked body from the chill of the room. You offered to clean and better dry out your juices from his pants, but he said he'd take care of it. J had the rest of the night to take care of things before his next big job. Unfortunately, with that being said, you knew that it meant he wouldn't stay much longer with you tonight. You understood but it didn't stop you from pondering- does the man ever sleep?

Does chaos ever take a break?

Questions like those and more swarmed through your mind as you shut your eyes. Ready to drift off into sleep. "Hey uh, J?" You whisper.

"Hm?" He hums coming to lean over you.

"I'm still not accepting that money." You remark tiredly with a half grin.

He caresses the side of your face, swiping his thumb over your lips which are still slightly smeared with his red paint. He doesn't get how you could be comfortable enough to let yourself fall asleep around him. No one is ever at ease with him when they're fully awake, no one would dare attempt to let their guard down like such knowing The Joker is around. Yet, here you are, making it look so easy. "Well that's too bad, cause I ain't takin' it back with me."

"You leave it, then it's just going to sit here. Because I'm not spending any of it."

"Shush doll," he chuckles quietly, patting your cheek. "Get some sleep now, huh?"

Your smile sweetens, and he pulls away. Without another word from either of you, you allow for exhaustion to completely take over.

End of part 11. Ahh, I started out really good with this but towards the end I just wanted it to be done and move on to more exciting parts. So yeah, more to come!

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Kitten Ears - Part 10

Junhui x Cat Hybrid Female!Reader

Word Count: 3049

Contents: hybrid au, reader in heat, oblivious Jun, attempting to be seductive, wearing his clothes, oral (female receiving), very slight hair pulling, fingering, unprotected kitchen sex, getting caught

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What didn’t surprise you is how much needier you were this week. You had just entered the third week of your heat and you were only more desperate, and more easily turned on. That fell in line with the way you had experienced it before and the fact that you found yourself needing more and more relief more quickly. Your emotions were still all over the place but at this point your horniness was honestly starting to override it. You had been very giddy most of the day with Chan and had fun in the shower with him. Then yesterday you had been in a horrible mood. Now didn’t feel like the time to deal with your feelings over asking for help from more and more of the household with each passing day, so you stewed in your mood instead You did begrudgingly let Joshua bring you something to eat when you refused to leave your room all day but sent him out pretty quickly. You tried to get yourself off and though you managed it didn’t so much for either your mood or your neediness. Maybe you needed to be better at this? Or maybe you needed more? You didn’t know but you weren’t in the mood to experiment.

No, the neediness didn’t surprise you, but today’s boldness did. You had noticed yourself getting more and more comfortable, you had a better idea of what it would feel like and you did trust everyone in your family. And while it was never your plan for anyone but Joshua to help you out, or to have more than a few people involved they were all so willing and kind. They did offer and some days only one person was around and you found yourself getting shaky and your temperature rising higher and higher so you went for it.

But you had to admit there was a difference between the way you had shyly admitted to Joshua or Seungcheol that you needed help and how you were feeling today.

You mood was definitely playful. Almost like it had been with Chan a few days ago, but you were also much hornier. You were needy the second you woke up and you figured if you didn’t do something about it every day this week you would be in a really rough state. You knew you were going to have to ask someone for help today since if yesterday had taught you anything it was to wait to try anything solo until you were out of your heat. It just wasn’t enough for some reason.

The second you finished your shower and stepped back into the hallway Jun’s scent hit your nose. He was lounging in the living room and in an instant your mind was all wrapped up in him. You bit your lip and willed the whimper to die in your throat as you gazed at him, playing on his phone. You were sure you were going to be very fixated on him all day now.

You made your way into the living room and curled up next to him, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder and purring loudly. Jun smiled and hummed a greeting to you as he moved his arm to let crawl onto his lap. You cuddled with him, taking in his scent and wrapping your arms around him as he continued to play on his phone.

As much as you loved cuddling with him, his scent was only making you needier. You found yourself shifting and squirming in his lap, trying to get comfortable. You moved a little so you could press your lips to his neck. You gave him a few sweet kisses and heard him chuckle.

“That tickles, kitten,” he hummed.

A pout formed on your lips, that wasn’t what you were going for at all. You mulled it over for a moment before shifting so you were straddling his lap. You pressed more kisses to his neck and let your fingers run through his hair, gently. Jun sighed and relaxed back, a small smile on his face.

“You’re so calming, kitten.”

How was it that you could be arousing without trying but the second you put effort into being seductive it didn’t work? You could smell that he clearly wasn’t turned on so it wasn’t working. He still seemed more interested in his phone than you, content you let you nap on his chest. You pouted for a few more moments before deciding you had to try something else. You left one last kiss on his jaw, telling him you were coming back, before climbing off his lap. He left a scratch at the base of your tail that had you shuddering. A whimper passed your lips but he only looked at you with a curious expression before returning his attention to his screen.

You wandered back to your room, quickly finding the pale blue collar Jun had given you. You hoped that might get his attention but as you walked through the living room again and he only briefly glanced at you, you knew it would take more.

You wandered down the hallway. This was now a game for you. You wanted to turn him on somehow. You could just ask for what you wanted but you were becoming increasingly determined to be at least a little bit seductive. You took note as you walked through the house that most of them were out. One or two people were in their rooms but it was relatively empty.

You wandered into Jun’s room, breathing in his scent with a whine and feeling heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. Being in his room was only making you want him more. You started to search his drawers until you found one of his bigger shirts. You held it to your nose, whimpering at the smell before slipping it on. You knew the shirt was big on him and it was a little long on you, sitting just below your hips. You looked into the mirror in his room, thinking for a moment before pulling your leggings off and leaving them on his floor with your shirt. You could come back for them later and as you peered at yourself, your navy blue knee highs only leaving your thighs showing you figured if this didn’t work, nothing would.

You were almost nervous wandering back down the hall but most of your mind was wrapped up in the thought of how badly you needed Jun. You still found yourself a little too nervous to go into the living room and sit on his lap so you went to the kitchen instead. You paced a little, considering your next step to get his attention when you heard movement in the living room. You turned to the counter, wondering if there was a good way to make yourself look busy before he walked in.

You heard a sharp intake of breath and you couldn’t help but let a grin that was equal parts excitement and nervousness spread across your face. You listened as Jun padded across the floor and bit down on your lip as the scent of his arousal hit your nose, your tail swaying happily and your ears twitching to hear him better. You felt his hands resting on your hips, over the fabric of his shirt and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You turned to look at him, your boldness starting to melt away a bit and heat rising in your cheeks.

“You were looking for my attention, weren’t you kitten?”

You whimpered and nodded. Jun pressed you back against the counter, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Well you’ve definitely got it,” he murmured before kissing you. You were quick to wind your arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. He pressed his body close to yours and let his hands trail down your thighs before coming back up, dragging the fabric of his shirt with it. He let his hands sit just above your hips. His fingertips dug into your soft skin as his tongue slipped past your lips.

You let out a soft moan into his kisses as his tongue explored past your lips. Your fingers tangled into his hair and you held him as close as you could, his scent and your growing need making you dizzy. You considered taking him back to your room or his or even to the couch but all of those options seemed much too far away. He let his thumb drag along the edge of your panties and you whined, starting to pant into the kisses and far too impatient to wait much longer.

“What do you need, kitten?” he asked, a teasing edge to his tone. You really prayed he wouldn’t make you wait for relief.

“Anything,” you breathed against his lips. Jun shifted back a little.

“Then jump for me, kitten.”

You were confused but you did so anyway, squealing when you felt him boost you up and onto the counter. He was quick to lean in for another kiss as his fingers trailed along your inner thighs. You let out a small mewl as his fingers played along the edge of your panties. You wriggled your hips just a bit and felt Jun’s fingers slip over your panties, rubbing you gently through them. You let out a moan and he smirked.

“Now I see why you needed my attention so quickly, kitten,” he teased.”

“Jun,” you whined. “Ju-”

Your words were cut off with a gasp as he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down quickly. He stepped back to take them off properly and just as quickly dropped to his knees.

You whimpered as you rested your hands back on the counter behind you and peered down at him. Jun pulled your hips forward, to the edge of the counter and pressed your thighs back. He let out a groan at the sight of your glistening heat. You bit your lip as he let his hands run along your thighs before pressing a few kisses to them. His lips moved slowly closer to your core and he sucked gently on your sensitive skin, drawing a mewl from your lips.

“Jun, please,” you whimpered. You couldn’t handle being teased today. You needed relief and you needed it now.

Jun chuckled but obliged. He pressed his face between your legs and flattened his tongue against you, dragging it languidly through your folds. A gasp fell from your lips and your thighs trembled at the feeling. Jun moved your thighs over his shoulders and he gripped them as he tongue licked over your clit quickly. He experimented with the movement of his tongue until you started moaning loudly. You felt him smirk and repeat the motion, pressing closer and moving faster bit by bit.

Your breathing came faster and you scratched at the counter as his tongue played with your clit. The feeling sent waves of pleasure through your body and you moaned between breaths. Jun’s tongue worked quickly. He alternated, sucking your clit between his lips lightly and relishing in the way your thighs trembled and how you moaned out a little louder.

He moved his tongue down to your entrance, teasing you for a moment, capturing some of your arousal on his tongue. He groaned at your taste as his tongue dove into your heat. You let out a shaky moan at the feeling as his tongue curling inside of you. He explored your core, his eyes falling shut as he did so.

More moans and mewls fell from your lips as you breathed in the scent of his arousal. He groaned against your core and it all only served to turn you on more. His tongue moved quickly and confidently in your heat as you started to grind against him. You felt yourself quickly needing more and you tangled your fingers into Jun’s hair, tugging his hair.

Jun let out a moan as he tilted his head back, his eyes fluttering open to look up at you. The rush of arousal your could smell rushing through him matched your own as you both moaned. His lips and chin were glistening from your arousal, his pupils blown wide with lust as you took in your heavily lidded state, your chest heaving. You didn’t manage to get any words out, too dazed by his appearance, your fingers still gripping his hair. Jun seemed to pick up on what you wanted though as a lazy grin spread across his face as he dove back in.

His tongue focused on your clit as he brought two fingers to tease your entrance. You were quickly grinding against him and whimpering at the way his tongue licked at your clit and you felt him smirk before he eased the two fingers into you.

Your grip on his hair only tightened and you were sure your sharp nails would scratch up the counter as he started to thrust them. His pace started slow but your needy whines pushed him to move them faster, curling them just so and grinning again when you gasped out and bucked against him. He did his best to repeat the motions that you liked the best and you let your eyes slide shut, the pleasure building and the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening.

Jun’s fingers slowed but you only managed a whimper before he aligned a third and pushed all three into your core. You tugged his hair and moaned, your thighs trembling, the way he groaned against you only bringing you closer to release. Jun’s tongue moved faster over your clit and the movement of his fingers came more roughly as you started to clench around him, panting and moaning, your tail flicking against the counter.

He sucked your clit between his lips harshly and you came with a cry. Your legs shook and squeezed his head as his fingers continued to curl inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, the waves of pleasure coming from your core washing through your body.

You tugged on his hair, much more weakly, and he pulled away, pulling his fingers out of you before standing up. You struggled to get your eyes open and looked at him, the sight making you whine as heat rushed between your legs again. His hair was disheveled and his gaze was dark. You could smell the strong, dizzying scent of his arousal and as your eyes scanned down him, taking in the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. Jun brought his fingers to your lips and groaned as you took them into your mouth a little shyly, a heat rushing to your cheeks as you tasted your own release.

“I hope you want more kitten,” he hummed.

You nodded quickly, whimpering around his fingers. Jun smirked at you, enjoying the sight of your fingers in his mouth for a few moments more, before pulling them away. He kissed you heatedly but quickly before pushing his sweatpants and boxers down. You glanced down, wanting to take in the sight of him but you didn’t get much of a chance before he pressed in close. He captured you in a kiss again as he aligned himself with your entrance and you only broke away to gasp as he thrust into you.

Your head fell back against the cabinet as Jun started to move his hips. He let out groans and grunts between kissing and nipping at your ear.

“You look so pretty in my collar, kitten,” he grunted. “And in my shirt. You should get my attention like this more often.”

Your hands gripped at his shoulders tightly and you trembled at his words and the low tone of his voice, and how they came out just slightly breathy. His hips moved quickly and his hands held your waist tightly. Every sound he made pushed you closer to release in your already sensitive state.

Jun’s lips moved to kiss at your neck and you tilted your head to give him more access. Your tail flicked against the counter and your flattened ears twitched at the feelings that were nearly overwhelming you. Your mind and body was so dizzyingly wrapped up in him and his name started to fall from your lips, only spurring his hips to move faster.

“God, say my name like that again, k-kitten,” the stutter and breathiness in his voice gave away how close he was.

“Jun,” you moaned, trying to organize your thoughts and tell him what you needed. “t-touch… I-I need-” you gasped as he pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed it in quick circles. Your body started to shake as the sensations overtook you.

You cried out Jun’s name loudly, cumming hard and clumsily rocking your hips into his. Your nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure crashed over your body and you saw stars as you screwed your eyes shut. Jun’s hips stuttered and he moaned lowly with one final hard thrust as he followed you over the edge, his cum spilling into you and only adding to the sensation.

As he started to come down from his high, Jun rested his head in the crook of your neck. His heavy breathing matched yours as your grip loosened on his shoulders. He rubbed his hand along your hip soothingly and left a soft kiss on your neck.

“Oh my god! You better be planning on cleaning that!”

You never reacted so quickly in your life. Your ears flattening to your head again and your legs squeezed into Jun’s sides as you ducked your head down into his chest, only briefly catching a glimpse of Jihoon and Mingyu in the doorway.

“I’ll clean it,” he said quickly. You peeked at him and saw the way the blush spread up his neck. All you could do was whimper quietly, your face burning.

“Not on the counter next time,” came Jihoon’s voice, unamused.

“C-Can you leave?!” Jun asked.

Jihoon and Mingyu both muttered something as they headed out of the room.

“We’re never doing that again,” you squeaked.

“Well,” a grin tugged at Jun’s lips. “Not while they’re home.”

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Sweetest Sin [Kyoujurou Rengoku x F!Reader] Chapter 2

Rating: E! NSFW Characters: Rengoku Kyōjurō x F!Reader, Kochō Shinobu Chapters: 5/5 Summary: A written collection of all the times when Rengoku proposed to his then-lover, who eventually gave in and became his wife. Chapter Word Count: 2,419 Tags: Smut, Fluff, Short Series, Fingering, Creampie, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Mild Manga Spoilers (Very mild, I promise), Impregnation, Finger Sucking, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Tsundere Reader

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“What about you, (Y/n)-chan, what do you think?” Kochō Shinobu, the Insect Hashira and one of (Y/n)’s friends, asked in that ever-bubbly tone of hers. “Your father is a kannushi, right? And you also used to be a miko.”

In response, the (h/c) haired woman looked over her shoulder, and shrugged. Shinobu knew her answer to their topic, but the other woman wanted her to voice out her opinions to the young ones at the Butterfly Estate. It had something to do about building their knowledge, or whatever Shinobu was up to at that moment. 

Thick silence descended upon the room, as Shinobu and the children waited for her response; so, after deciding to humor her friend, she sighed then answered, “You can believe anything you want, really. There’s no right or wrong way to perceive the gods. As long as you live a good life, then they will favor you. Or you can believe that they don’t exist.”

“But do you believe in them, (Y/n)-chan?” Shinobu pressed with that same smile on her face. She was so much like Rengoku that they could be mistaken for distant relatives; though, she had to admit that her friend’s cheerful façade was way more frightening than her lover’s.

“I don’t know, Shinobu.”

“But-” The raven haired woman interjected, but (Y/n) clicked her tongue in irritation— which cut her off. 

“I didn’t come here for this, Shinobu. I came to wait for Kyōjurō.”

“Not even to visit me? You’re so cold, (Y/n)-chan,” The younger woman teased with a giggle, while her friend merely rolled her eyes. 

After that, (Y/n) chose to ignore all the questions fielded towards her; opting instead to lean back against her hands and watch the clouds from the engawa. Rengoku’s crow had told her that he was about to arrive in a short while, so she couldn’t wait to see him.

Even though she was starting to get worn down from his adamant attempts to get her to say yes to his marriage proposals.

She wanted to say yes, not only because she wanted him to shut up about it, but more so because she had always wanted to get married to him. Her resistance was only due to the fact that they would have to jump through numerous hoops to secure her father’s approval; if they would even be able to get it.

If worse ever came to worst, her father could separate the two of them. And that was the last thing that she wanted to happen.

“Oh, and (Y/n)-chan, Rengoku-san told me that you two are trying for a child?”

That effectively snapped the Kinoe out of her stupor, and her head whipped around so fast that she was sure it was going to be stiff for the next few days. Her cheeks were aflame with a blush, and her voice cracked a bit when she asked, “What?” 

“Before he left, Rengoku-san asked me for what herbs you can take for easier conception. He said that he wanted heirs as soon as possible.” Shinobu laughed lightly, while the young ones smiled brightly at (Y/n). 

If she didn’t love Kyōjurō as much as she did, she would have strangled him in his sleep long ago. “That man…” She muttered under her breath, before taking a deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves.

“Rengoku-san and (L/n)-san are having a baby?” Aoi, one of the girls at the Estate, asked excitedly, while the other girls started giggling. Their reactions made (Y/n)’s eyebrows quirk up in incredulity, before she cut their celebration short. 

“No. Bringing a baby into this world… at this time… that would be stupid.” 

“So you don’t want a baby with Rengoku-san?” Shinobu piped up. Her tone rose up towards the end, which clued everyone in to her amusement at the situation.

“I never said that.” (Y/n) scoffed. 

“It’s a yes or no question, (Y/n)-chan. Just between us,” the Insect Hashira baited with a saccharine smile.

With a sigh, the (h/c) haired woman gave in and admitted, “Of course I want to have children with Kyōjurō.”

With her friend, there was no use in keeping quiet. It was one of the reasons why she and Shinobu had become good friends in the first place. When Rengoku first introduced the two of them, they were both merely Kanoto, and Shinobu was much more annoying back then. 

Or maybe it was only because she got used to her friend’s tendency to be a nosy brat. Either way, they were still friends; she could even say that Shinobu was her best friend, and vice versa.

“How many do children you want? One, three, five, maybe ten?” The raven haired Hashira’s question made (Y/n)’s upper lip curl in disbelief. 

“We’re not making an army, Shinobu. We can’t afford to take care of so many brats.” 

“So two, then?” 

(Y/n)’s eyes narrowed at the other woman, before she answered. “Two. Maybe three, if there are twins.” 

“Oh, do you have twins in your family?” 

“Yes. I have a twin brother.” 

“Oh, so would you prefer twins or just one child?”

“What kind of question is that? We’re done with this topic, Shinobu.” The blush was evident on (Y/n)’s face; enough for her to look away from the small group and turn back towards the clouds. 

Only to bite back a scream, when she saw Rengoku’s head peering down at her from the edge of the roof. It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together: he had been eavesdropping, and the whole thing was probably a setup to gather information. 

(Y/n)’s gaze immediately narrowed into a glare up at her lover, before flitting over to her friend— who had immediately made her presence scarce. She barely caught the sound of the shoji clicking shut from inside, which irritated her even more.

“You look as radiant as ever, my Sweet Flame,” Rengoku complimented in lieu of greeting her.  His words were sweet and as energetic as ever, but his actions spoke of mild uncertainty— as he jumped down from the roof. 

“Really, Kyōjurō?” (Y/n) drawled flatly— even going as far as to pair the question with an incredulous expression on her face. To have asked the question himself was fine, but to have involved other people was too much.

She didn’t want their business blasted out to others, even if those people were her friends. (Y/n) valued her privacy more than most people, as she knew that her father could get his hands on any information relating to her, and he could use that to further his own means to get her back.

The last thing that she wanted was to be dragged back home.

She would fight tooth and nail to stay with Rengoku, but she knew her father— and she knew him well. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, which was her at home so she could be married off to some other man. 

“Did I do something wrong, (Y/n)?” The Flame Hashira asked with a slight pout to his lips. 

And it took almost everything in the (h/c) haired female in front of him to not get her naginata, from where it laid beside her, and run him through with it. Instead, she took in a deep breath— held it for a few seconds— then exhaled it sharply.

That effectively quelled her irritation. 

“Are you angry at me?” Rengoku asked, as a slight smile lit up his features.

(Y/n) merely narrowed her eyes at the blond man in front of her.

“It’s fine though. You still look so beautiful,” He praised with a jovial laugh, which caused (Y/n)’s cheeks to warm up with a blush. And to further push her embarrassment, Rengoku continued, “The flames inside me are lighting my heart on fire, all because of how beautiful you are.” 

(Y/n) couldn’t help it, her cheeks were burning up so much that she opted to bury her face in her hands. Then, as a last resort, she ducked her head to keep her lover from seeing just how flustered his words had made her.

Instead of checking if she was alright, the Hashira belted out a hearty laugh, before taking his flustered lover into his arms. And, unabashedly, he started pressing numerous kisses to the crown of her head.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, just basking in the feel of each other, before Rengoku broke the silence, “Marry me, (Y/n)?” 

He waited earnestly for her answer, only to be pushed away from her— with enough force to knock him off of the engawa. He landed on his bottom on the ground, but instead of getting mad, that only fired up his resolve to get her to say yes even more.

“No,” (Y/n) answered simply, before getting up and walking away from him— with her naginata in hand.

Quickly, Kyōjurō got up on his feet and charged forward; unmindful of his lover’s potential reaction to what he planned on doing.

When he was close enough to her, he leaned down and slung her onto his shoulder— before raising a hand up and swatting her right ass cheek. A squeak left her lips at the action, and she was about to start wriggling to get herself free, when she opted to beg to get out of Rengoku’s iron grip, instead.

“Put me down, Kyōjurō!”

“No.”

“Then where are you taking me?”

“Home, to get some babies in you.”

 ***

 “Do you want me to put my cock inside you?” The Flame Hashira murmured softly against (Y/n)’s ear, before running the tip of his tongue along the shell of it.

A shiver wracked throught the (h/c) haired woman’s body, but try as she might to do something— anything— to suppress it, she couldn’t, as her wrists were bound with Rengoku’s belt. All she could do in response, was to moan and try to squeeze her legs shut.

Of course, her lover didn’t appreciate that attempt one bit, as he was currently cradled between her thighs— to prevent just that from happening. His hands landed on the soft skin of her thighs with a resound smack, before her legs were slung up on the blond’s shoulders.

As of late, he had taken to doing the same position constantly. She had asked him once why he liked it so much, and he simply told her that it allowed his little swimmers to find their way faster to her uterus.

In itself, it was a miracle that she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet.

“Yes, please, Kyōjurō.” Begging was usually beneath (Y/n), but not with Rengoku; and especially not when the heat inside her was building up so much that it was almost unbearable. She needed him, and fast.

With his hands on either side of her waist, the Hashira aligned his erection against his lover’s sopping entrance, before slowly pushing past her folds. A low grunt escaped his parted lips, before it stemmed out into a heady moan that made (Y/n)’s walls tighten around his cock.

“You’re so tight for me, (Y/n),” Rengoku praised as he laved open-mouthed kisses against the aforementioned woman’s neck. “Such a good girl.” 

Slowly, he started thrusting inside her— his body getting slick with sweat as he increased his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated inside the room, but neither of them could care less as Kyōjurō brought both of them towards the precipice of their orgasm. 

(Y/n) brought her bound hands to her face and pressed the back of her right hand to her lips, since she didn’t want anyone inside the house to hear what she and Kyōjurō were up to; especially not Senjurō.

When the blond saw what she was doing though, he immediately amped up the force of his thrusts— which elicited breathless gasps of pleasure from her lips. No matter how hard (Y/n) tried to quell the noises she made, her efforts were fruitless.

Every thrust inside her brought her closer to the edge, until she was within a mere hairsbreadth from cumming— 

And that was when Senjurō’s excited tone made both her and Kyōjurō freeze. “Nii-chan! I heard that you were already home. Is (Y/n) nee-chan in there with you? May I come in?”

Wide-eyed, (Y/n) shot a panicked glance at the closed shoji, before looking back up at her lover— who sported a wicked grin on his face. 

Before she could stop him, Rengoku began thrusting faster— even going as far as to let his left hand drift down to her crotch, so his thumb could play with her clit. 

(Y/n) pressed the back of her hand harder against her closed mouth, then bit down on her tongue to further reduce the chances of her moaning aloud. She didn’t want to be responsible for scarring Kyōjurō’s younger brother. 

One last thrust against that one spot inside her did it; the world was snuffed out and replaced with an array of stars, as her orgasm coursed through her. While, on top of her, Kyōjurō stilled in his movements as his cum shot out of him in thick, warm jets.

Both of them stared into the other’s eyes— with (Y/n) glaring at the Hashira— as they tried to catch their breaths, only to be shaken from the moment by a timid knock against the wooden frame.

“Nii­-chan?” Senjurō asked unsurely from the other side.

“Ah, sorry about that, Senjurō. I was trying to get your (Y/n) nee-chan to agree to marry me.” Kyōjurō’s voice was so even and lively that (Y/n) found it unfair. She felt so winded that she could barely even hold her glare, while he looked unfazed at all. 

“Oh, okay then,” The younger Rengoku was more than happy with the explanation, as evidenced by his ecstatic tone. “I’ll come back later, then. And… nee-chan?”

A wordless conversation between the two Slayers passed by in the blink of an eye; mainly with (Y/n) widening her eyes at her lover, and said lover quirking his eyebrows teasingly in response.

As if encouraging her to answer his brother. 

So she did, albeit shakily. “Y-yes, Senjurō-kun?”

“Please say yes.”

Kyōjurō looked so proud of his brother that his aura could have rivaled that of the sun. He was just that happy about his brother backing him up, as he knew that (Y/n) had a soft spot for Senjurō. 

“I…” (Y/n)’s eyes darted to the closed shoji, before looking back at the man still on top— and inside— of her. “I’ll think about it.”

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TLC

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Naiya (female OC) x Masamune Date

Word count: 4,507

Warning: Pampering, Fluff and sprinkle of spice.

Written by: darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts

Tagging @umbralaperture​ for this commissioned piece.

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TLC

This was getting beyond a joke. Every breath was agony, something clawing at her throat and pulling on her lungs like they were a set of bagpipes. Lack of oxygen meant every minor ache and pain suddenly sparked throughout her body a thousand times worse.

She tried to move only to be hit with a blinding pressure pain buried somewhere behind her eyes making her wonder who planted an axe there. Sleep was desired and never came. Endless exhaustion added to the melee of things that now just made up a list as long as she was tall for what was wrong.

Duvets, blankets and pillows clung around her like a nest. Somehow, she had managed to crawl into bed. Medication hadn’t worked the way it should, it hadn’t worked at all. She groaned against the faint light creeping into the bedroom from the curtains and became aware of something loud enough to shake the gates of Hell.

“Ugh… not now.” She grumbled and tried to bunch the pillows up around her ears but the hammering didn’t stop. “Fine, not like I can sleep anyway.”

She peeled back the layers of comfort and dragged her body as close to vertical as she could muster. Using the wall to steady herself, as well as any furniture along the way, she slowly made it to the front door. Her fingers fumbled against the lock. The bolt slid back and the door cracked open.

“This had better be good. I put off dying to be here.” Before she could even focus on who had come to call on her, the door was pushed wide. A set of strong arms wrapped her up in a bone-crushing hug driving what little air she had in her body out along with her ability to stand under her own strength. “Oof!”

“Naiya! Thank god you answered I was this close to kicking in the door.” The familiar comforting voice of one of her usually level-headed boyfriends sounded muffled from her position against his broad chest.

“Yoshi mate, you might want to ease up on the whole bear hug before you really have a need to worry.” Masa reached out with one hand ruffling her hair as he reminded Hideyoshi of a human’s requirement to breathe. “Sorry Lass. I brought food.”

Masa held up two bags he had in his free hand giving them a light shake before brushing past her and Hideyoshi to get into the house.

“I can see that. I thought you guys had a key for here anyway?” She couldn’t really focus on what was happening but was really trying to follow along.

“We do but someone left it in the bowl back at ours.” Masa called out from the kitchen. She could hear the bags being emptied along with the thud and clink of produce being laid out on the counter.

“If you hadn't distracted me before we left, I wouldn’t have forgotten to grab it from the bowl in the first place.” Hideyoshi grumbled his arms releasing their tight hold as he chided Masa.

“How was I distracting you? I was trying to think of things to get from the store on the way over. It was your idea to get the key bowl anyway.” Masa appeared again a teasing grin on his face before changing his voice to give his best impersonation of Hideyoshi. “Can’t just have keys hanging around we need some order in the place.”

“You kept asking if I thought today was a cheat day or not. And I do not sound like that!” Hideyoshi sounded exasperated and a little embarrassed. He was normally the reliable one so forgetting something like the key to their girlfriend’s house proved he was worried.

“Well, it makes a difference to Kitten.” Masa chirped back.

“Hey guys as much as I enjoy the Saturday night live experience, I’m just gonna let you do your things and crawl back into my pit.” She tried to remove herself from the loud, all be it amusing, interaction. It was taking a lot more strength than first imagined to remain upright and she didn’t want to worry them anymore.

“Hold up.” Hideyoshi reached out and grabbed her as she swayed on her feet. Apparently urging herself to try to move forward had failed. His attention left Masa and was now completely focused on her. One of his large hands swept back her bangs as he inspected her. “I knew it, you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick. I am perfectly healthy for a bag of infested, cursed… you know what? I can’t even be bothered finishing that.” Hideyoshi’s hand felt cool against her face which was enough to tell her she was probably running a slight temperature. Great if there was one thing I don’t need right now; it’s my whole system shutting down with some weird bug.

Naiya silently hoped that whatever was happening was just a result of her failed meds. A nasty side effect from inhalers or something not clearing her airways.

“You really look pale, Lass.” Masa came to join them. His piercing blue eye peered out from under his hair and began to rove over every inch of exposed skin she had.

Hideyoshi’s inspection was one thing. It made you feel like you were being wrapped up as he softly moved over you. Masa’s inspection was just as caring but wilder in its execution. If one man was good at making her feel bound, the other was good at making her feel exposed. Between one kind of smothering and the other, it was impossible to hide anything from these two.

“You haven’t been looking after yourself, have you? I told you not to work too hard.” Hideyoshi huffed, the furrow of his brow becoming deeper as if he were the one suffering a splitting headache and not her.

Sensing the start of one of the dreaded lectures on observing better self-care Naiya wriggled in Hideyoshi’s grip freeing herself. She then attempted to sidestep Masa who had moved in a pincer movement to keep her in place without touching.

“It’s not a question of working too hard Yoshi. Its allergy season and my damn meds are useless. With everything going on I can’t go into work, I got told to rest.” In her flurry of explanations designed to defend herself, she could feel whatever little energy she had failing her with every word.

The room felt like it was spinning and she ended up finding herself steadied with a strong arm from Masa as he wrapped it around her waist.

“So naturally you didn’t.” Masamune was still smiling but she could tell by his tone even he was concerned. His gaze really was stripping away at her masks. As fast as she put one in place, he was there to remove it piece by piece.

“Hey what is this gang up on the sick person?” She batted at Masa’s chest that was ever so slightly visible under his black shirt. In a moment of clearer breathing, the smell of his own natural scent mixed with the spices and soap he used at work hit her stronger than they normally would.

“You just said you weren’t sick.” Hideyoshi pointed out the flaw in her exasperated argument.

“I’m changing my mind if it means I got two fussing mother types crowding me.” She didn’t so much manage to break free of Masa’s grip as he backed her up against the sofa and allowed gravity to work its magic. Her legs gave out with very little effort and she bounced on the cushioned seating feeling the lurch of her body reacting in a sickening wake up call.

“Right here’s how its gonna work Kitten.” Masa said as he crouched down at her side and held her hand. Making sure she was focused on what he was about to say before continuing. “I’m gonna go in the kitchen and cook dinner for three. You are gonna eat however much of it you can and I’ll turn the leftovers into meals you can eat over the next few days. I’ll even make a big pot of chicken soup for you.”

“With dumplings?” She knew she sounded like a child right now but dammit if someone else cooking meals for her and preparing them so she just had to reheat them later didn’t sound like a slice of Heaven.

“Sure, with dumplings if that’s what you want.” Masamune chuckled and began to ruffle up her hair. She hated to think how bad it looked but it felt nice to feel his touch.

“While that is happening. I’m going to run you a nice refreshing bath and you will soak in there while I tidy up a bit.” Hideyoshi said as he bent down to pick something up off the floor and she could already tell from the way he was looking around the room that he was silently appraising the lack of housekeeping.

“Hey just so you know I haven’t been home much and—”

“You said you weren’t going into work!” Hideyoshi pivoted on the spot, discarded magazines and papers in hand making him look like he had begun to sprout wings.

“Oops.” She became defensive and inadvertently put her foot right in it.

“Don’t ‘Oops’ me, Madam. I was right to be worried about you. When we hadn’t heard from you in the last couple of days I just knew --.”

“Hahaha, you tell her Bud.” Masa applauded with a slow clap as he laughed.

Masa had been practically vibrating attempting to hold back the laughter while watching Hideyoshi as he flapped around. It didn’t take a genius to work out why. The papers in his arms really did look like feathers when he moved.

“Masa you are not helpful.” Naiya was struggling to hold back a fit of giggles as well. His laughter was contagious and it didn’t help that Hideyoshi seemed to have transformed into the mother hen he was always teased of being.

“Little kittens that are as weak as you at the minute can’t complain. Now go along with Yoshi and his mothering while I go sort out food. I’ll even help with the housework while it's heating up.” Masa dragged her forward on the sofa so he could plant a loud kiss on her forehead before leaving the room again to vanish into the kitchen.

“Fine.”

*

It took the entire time the bath was running for Hideyoshi to finally calm down enough to take in what had been happening without butting in with ‘I told you so’ or ‘Why didn’t you call me?’. He checked the meds she had taken and called someone who sounded grumpy enough to be Ieyasu.

Steam, taking time out and sleep. That was what he ordered alongside the bath to get cleaned up and generally try to relax in. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t already heard from others and sleep was harder to come by than they all made it sound. Logically she knew they were right, if she could sleep some of what she felt would clear but her lungs we against it.

The water was just the right temperature with clusters of candles lit around the bathroom and fragrant bubbles popping against her skin. Too bad her nose was so blocked in the humid atmosphere she couldn’t really enjoy the whole sensory experience.

Laying there submerged in the hot water she heard the two men moving around her home. She wasn’t worried they were both so good at domestic stuff it put her to shame more often than not. She was only feeling guilty that she had caused them to worry so much.

As she breathed in and out, she willed her lungs to stop that rasping rattle she had come to associate with trying to live. Asthma, allergies… what were you supposed to do if most of the environment you lived it was hell-bent on killing you?

After about 10 minutes soaking it felt like some humanity had started to return to her. She wasn’t magically fixed but the warmth of the water had managed to regulate her own internal thermostat and she was at least a normal temperature again.

She slipped down so her shoulders went under the waterline and tilted her head back to get her hair wet. While her head was under the water, her ears picked up a muffled noise and pulled herself up just in time to see a panicked Hideyoshi rushing to her side from the now open bathroom door.

“Naiya, are you alright? I knew I shouldn’t have left you for so long in the bath when you are not well.” His hands brushed back her wet hair from her face and she was thankful for the bubbles in the tub giving her a veil of decency.

“I’m fine. I was just getting my hair wet.”

As she scrambled to grab the bottle of shampoo it was plucked from her wet grip.

“I’ll wash it for you.” Hideyoshi didn’t sound as if he were treating this like a chore. Still, it felt a little strange to have this happening and she found herself naturally trying to decline the offer.

“You don’t have too I’m fine.”

“You just gave me a mini heart attack. Let me.”

The cap popping open felt like it was echoing in the room. She watched the viscous liquid pour from the bottle and coat his hands.  His hands softly covered the crown of her head and she closed her eyes against the heavenly sensation of his fingers working in circles and patterns over her scalp. The sound of foam squelched near her ears sending a tingle up her spine.

Callused fingers, softened by the warm water, brushed softly over the shell of her ears. Following her hairline to her nape and then returning back up to the crown again. He lightly rinsed his hands in the water before easing her lower, carefully supporting her head on one arm as he rinsed her hair free of the soap with a small jug.

Naiya’s eyes opened to see her dreamy, blissed-out expression reflected in his soft caramel gaze.

“There now all better?” He asked while kneeling at the side of the bath. The last of the suds from her hair ran freely over his bare arms highlighting the lines of toned muscle.

“Y-yes.” She stuttered. She had been sure her temperature had returned to normal until her overactive imagination began to take over. Drawing lines and connections in a game of dot to dot with little encouragement that only served to fuel a fire in her cheeks.

“That’s my girl. I left your towels here but if you want, I can help you get out?” He got up and paused at the door waiting for her reply.

“No, I should be fine.” The bubbles in the bath were nearly depleted as they fought against the soap of the shampoo. She was becoming aware again of her own vulnerability.

“Ok. I’ll just be the other side of the door so don’t struggle if you can’t manage.” He was still worrying.

“I’m feeling a bit better I can…” She trailed off. Acting tough was not going to work when he had already seen her looking rough as hell. She forced herself to meet his eyes and nod. “Fine, I’ll call if I need you.”

“Good girl. Take your time.” Hideyoshi either didn’t notice the budding embarrassment or he was being too much of a gentleman to call her on it.

She was thankful to the bath for giving her skin an all-over flush, masking a lot of her give away blushing response to him. The door shut and she could hear Masamune shout up the stairs.

“Grubs up!”

*

She pushed herself a little too much to get dressed quickly so as not to keep them both waiting. When she returned downstairs. She was wheezing and trying to hide the fact she was once more in pain with her lungs rattling in her ears.

“Here Lass sit down before you fall down.” Masa joked but he was clearly trying to care for her without making it into a big thing.

Her back sunk into the sofa cushions as her eyes fell on the spread of food that was laid out on the coffee table. She hated her nose right now because if looks were anything to go by the food would have smelt divine.

“What is all this?”

“Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner… Supper.” Masa indicated all the different dishes like he was on a game show before giving a shrug as if to say it was all no big deal.

“If you were gonna cook all this why bother asking if today was a cheat day or not?” Hideyoshi came in carrying a big jug of water, slices of orange and lemon floating under a layer of ice. Placing it on a side table where some glasses were and took a seat next to her on the sofa.

“Hey, Cheat days are Cheat days only when you are healthy enough to be on a diet. When you are sick you should eat whatever you can and whatever you feel like so you can get strong again and continue to fight those pesky calorie demons.” Masa defended his cooking taking a seat on the other side of her.

“Haha, I like your logic there, Master Chef.” She giggled even more at Masa’s comments because of the huffy look that was now gracing Hideyoshi’s face. She shouldn’t take joy in him being put out but she didn’t have the energy to tell herself that.

“Why thank you.” Masa bumped shoulders with her grinning.

She once more found her mind wandering in a fog of fantasy as she registered the fact, she was the filling to this comforting boyfriend sandwich. As distractions from ill-health went it could have been a lot worse.

“However flawed it may be.” A tall tumbler of iced water appeared like a cold wedge between them as Hideyoshi passed out drinks.

“Yeah well, I’m sure the whole idea of wrapping Kitten up in bubble wrap thing is also a flawless plan.” Masa accepted the glass giving a teasing side-eye to the sandy-haired worrywart.

“Alright enough of that. Let’s eat before all this good stuff goes to waste eh?” Aware that something was about to kick off Naiya raised her voice to prevent Hideyoshi snapping back with what was no doubt going to be the start of something very witty that meant the friendly disagreement would continue till all the food was stone cold.

She regretted her words quickly as now both men had shut up and started a silent war. They pressed closer to her than necessary the feeling of being in a comfortable sandwich was becoming a distant memory. She wasn’t allowed to plate anything for herself and found her own dish filling up with bits of everything as the silent battle of caregiving continued.

Her body objected to the sudden influx of food and her stomach lurched. Eyes should not be allowed to pass judgement on what you put in your belly. As hungry as she had been it was also a while since she had eaten anything in this volume. She wanted to curse her upbringing for conditioning her to the fact that it was both rude to the cook and a waste of food to call it quits in the middle of a meal.

Sensing something was wrong with her both men stopped serving more of the dishes. Their intonations of ‘if you eat that you have to have this with it’ and ‘a balanced meal is important if you wish to get healthy’ died as they both exchanged glances over her.

“You alright Kitten?” Masa quietly asked his hand touching hers.

“Yeah.” Naiya nodded and regretted moving her head at all. She slipped her hand from Masa’s and without sparing the men a glance she left the room headed straight for the bathroom.

*

Naiya returned to the living room after freshening up. The harshness of the mint in the toothpaste felt a little sharp against her tongue but it was better than leaving things as they were.

The room had been completely cleared of any signs of the meal. Candles had been lit which meant the bright light from any lightbulbs was not going to cause her any issues. The DVD player had also been set up to play a movie.

All of the cushions had been dragged from the sofa to the floor making it look like a mattress had landed on the rug.  The coffee table was missing but it did look like all her blankets and duvet had been artfully arranged so her previous nest now looked like a luxurious retreat.

“You’re back.” Hideyoshi came in carrying two cups with Masa trailing close at his heels with a third cup of steaming liquid and a plate of something sweet.

“Here Lass try sipping this it will help.” The warmth of ginger spread through her mouth rounded out by calming honey. “Sorry kinda went a little far before.”

He didn’t avoid her eyes but the sincerity in his voice warmed her more than the drink.

“It’s fine I should have said no but I just couldn’t when everything was so good.”

“Careful there Kitten, you’re gonna start giving a fella ideas talking all seductive like.” Masa’s voice was a low purr against her ear, his wild chestnut brown hair brushed against her cheek igniting her blush further.

He brought one of the sweet treats from the plate to her mouth the softness of the dough melted against her tongue replacing the mint and ginger with a buttery sugar spice.

“Churros?”

“Masa we agreed.” Hideyoshi reprimanded.

Masa pulled back with a playful smile as he licked his own lips. He had a way of looking like a hungry predator ready to pounce and nothing seemed to trigger that more than watching her enjoying his food.  

“Yeah, Yeah. C’mere Kitten we got something special for you.” He took her by the hand leading her to the spread of cushions carefully taking her cup from her while she settled into position and then handed it back.

“You have a way of making things sound dirty even if they aren’t. I do wonder if you haven’t been hanging around a certain white-haired friend too long.” She smirked taking another sip of her drink.

Her spirited tease had a thrill that was short-lived. She could feel Hideyoshi move in behind her and sit on the frame of the cushionless sofa.  Her shoulders became encased in the space between his legs as he planted a foot either side of her.

Before she could ask what he was doing, his hands wrapped over her shoulders his fingers moving in circles. The flexing pressure of his grip as the heel of his hand came into play smoothing out the knots, he found almost had her drop her cup.

“Oops! Careful there Kitten, you are already sick you don’t want to get burnt on top of all that.”

The cup was once more liberated from her failing grip while soft sighs and little moans crept out of her mouth. Masa positioned himself at her feet taking one in his hands and began copying Hideyoshi’s movements as he focused on massaging her feet.

Every now and then her leg was raised just enough to let Masa’s fingers travel past the point of her ankle and find the tension trapped in her legs. Every time she felt the release of the stressful tension, he brought his lips to the spot and trailed kisses along it.

She gasped each time he did this. His upturned blue eye was dilated to the point of stormy and his chuckle left vibrations against her skin. The pressure on her shoulders and neck tightened in her response. Hideyoshi was not to be outdone or ignored at times like this. His gentleness could be torture when used correctly and this man was a master at that.

Hideyoshi’s hands slipped to her arms before moving back to her neck and travelling down her spine until they found that sweet spot in her lower back. The one that caused her to arch against his palm as her body reacted instinctively to the pleasure of his touch.

Attacked from two sides at once the little moans became louder as she felt her body begin to hum with affection being lavished on her. Tension, aches, pains they all seemed to melt right out of her as her body temperature rose to a comfortable heat.

They only stopped when she looked as if she were on the verge of breathlessness. It felt like she had just been the victim of a huge tease but it was clear that this was the line neither men were going to cross until she was stronger.

Her body became the filling once more in a boyfriend sandwich. Masa’s arm draped around her shoulders his hand landing on Hideyoshi’s shoulder where it began to play with the gap between his shirt and bare flesh. Hideyoshi cast a glance his way but said nothing to put an end to it.

Dropping her head onto Hideyoshi’s chest Naiya could hear his heartbeat pattering out a private salsa in his body. She smiled knowing that the two guys had made up after their silly little spat.

“Ready for the movie now Princess?” Hideyoshi clicked play on the remote and the opening sequence for Nightmare Before Christmas started.

“Oh my—you got me another copy!?” Naiya snapped back up between the two men eyes sparkling as she watched the screen.

Whether she knew it or not she was moving her body ever so slightly in time with the music which only made her boyfriends chuckle behind her.

“Couldn’t have you without your beloved movie, now could we?” Masa smiled as his hand was removed from Hideyoshi’s neck.

“If we couldn’t do at least this much we aren’t really living up to the title of your men, now are we?” Hideyoshi laced his fingers with Masa's, planting a biting kiss to the back of his hand before releasing it.

The teasing going on behind her did little to break her concentration on the movie. Each man reached out with one hand to drag her back down into the space between them.

Hideyoshi’s long legs stretched out on the cushions, his feet wrapping with Masamune’s while her shorter legs balanced over the top of both of them.

It wasn’t a miraculous cure and she knew that all she had been feeling would at some point find her again. Right now though she was content. Wrapped up in the arms of two of her greatest loves, Naiya’s eyes fluttered shut. The warmth from both men seeping into her with the music on the DVD acting as a lullaby. That was when the sleep she craved finally took her.

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[consumedkings-archive]

ancient names, pt. ix

A John Seed/Original Female Character Fanfic

Ancient Names, pt ix: heartlines

Masterlink Post

Word Count: ~7.3k (yes I am a clown)

Rating: M for now, rating will change in later chapters as things develop.

Warnings: Language, some “light” religious blasphemy (it’s Far Cry 5). Strong canon deviance.

Notes: I have nothing to say for myself, except: thank you thank you thank you! Everyone's comments really just got me through the real brunt of this chapter and it's a long one, oh boy. I cannot reiterate enough how much the hopeless romantic in me desperately wants them to just live happily ever after, and also how MUCH it really means to me to see your guys' feedback, but alas alack, here we are; I, with my long-winded author's notes saying the same thing every time, but I am just as grateful each time it happens.

As always, I have the best, sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful and wonderful proof-reader but most importantly friend who helped me block out this chapter because I was really, really struggling with it. @starcrier, my lover my life my shawty my wife, she is Elliot's number one stan and also an incredible writer so please go check out her stuff!!

On a brief tangent, I have some beautiful artwork made the artist @raviollies​ on tumblr, which you can find here! I definitely did cry a little tiny bit over it.

It’s your fucking fault.

Elliot’s words, venomous little baby snakes spitting their venom, crawled around the bone arena of his skull. John could not stop replaying them in his head, even though he desperately wanted to; the idea that the rookie deputy might now well and truly hate him—really hate him, more than she maybe ever had before—was an unsettling one. He liked to think that it was because he was worried what Joseph would think if they no longer had her cooperation, her good behavior, but—

But there was something else that dug at him. There was something else squirming in the cavity of his chest, sinking its nails right into him, but he couldn’t pick it out, couldn’t pull it apart.

(Or maybe he didn’t want to; maybe the idea of identifying what this strange and unknowable beast inside of him was kept him from trying too hard, a good enough reason to throw up his hands and say, sorry, I just can’t.)

He pushed the door to the church open, stepping back inside to the cool, dim quiet. Jacob had pulled a map out and spread it over the table, the radio set aside; Joseph sat in a front-row pew, one leg crossed over his knee and his expression mild.

“Did you get the opportunity to chat?” he asked, without looking at John, as though he just knew that it was him and not someone else coming in. “She seemed…” Joseph’s head tilted, just a little. “... Unseated.”

John hesitated, and then began walking down the aisle. “Yes,” he replied. “Although, I don’t know if chat is the proper word for it, considering that she all but put her teeth in my neck.”

“I thought you liked that kind of thing?” Jacob supplied without a hint of a humorous inflection in his voice, and John shot him a dirty look.

“Bleeding out to death? Not particularly.”

Joseph nodded, the gesture gentle, ignoring the bickering. “It does appear as though our deputy is not a damsel in distress, but rather a damsel under duress.” He turned to look at the youngest Seed brother when he reached the front of the church. “But it is nice to see the foundation you’ve put down, John. You’re taking my advice, and it isn’t going unnoticed.”

He felt something pleasant and warm bloom in his chest, billowing up into his head until it almost completely gassed out the venomous little vipers Elliot had planted in his mind. “I did have an idea about that,” he added, feeling more emboldened by Joseph’s praise as he walked past the table. “About endearing the deputy to us.”

“Oh? Well, I’m all ears.”

John’s gaze flickered across the space between his two brothers. Jacob had said nothing; he was bent over the map, dog tags glinting in the single beam of light that hit them from the window, one veiny hand clenched into a fist as it held the map in place.

“Maybe,” John continued, “our dear brother could try to stop antagonizing her.”

“Why?” the red-headed deadpanned, not looking up from the map. The fact that Jacob didn’t even deign to make eye-contact with him was enough to make irritation prickle in his chest, raise his proverbial hackles.

“Why?” John reiterated. “Perhaps because each time you open your mouth, you incriminate yourself as a villain—and us too, by proxy.”

“You can drop the attorney lingo,” Jacob said dryly, finally lifting his head to look at John—and John wished that he hadn’t, because the half-lidded, arrogant gaze of his eldest brother only served to stoke the fires of anger inside of him.

“It’s just my vocabulary, Jacob, and you missed the entire point, by the way, so in the interest of making sure we’re all on the same page—”

“—not an idiot, little brother, so you don’t need to—”

“I think John is right,” Joseph interrupted, effectively silencing the argument that was brewing. “He’s done exactly as I asked of him. Think of a stray dog, Jacob; you don’t beat it into submission. You feed it, nurture it, gain its trust, and then it becomes a lifelong companion.” The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “A loyal companion.”

“This is an age-old philosophical debate.” Jacob’s brows furrowed together; a deep-set frown sat on his face. “A classic: is it better to be feared than to be loved? I think that we’re going to disagree fundamentally on this one.”

“Well,” Joseph replied mildly, “aren’t we lucky that there’s only one of us in charge of how our deputy is treated, then?”

John’s breath flickered out of his chest in a single blink at Joseph’s words. Casual and ever-so-patient, as though Jacob’s jaw weren’t setting in preparation to argue, as though it didn’t strike John right in his gut to hear Joseph say, there’s only one of us in charge of how our deputy is treated, as though it didn’t twist the knife right between his ribs to hear Joseph refer to Elliot as their deputy, over and over again.

A stamp. A brand. Joseph claimed, like he always did, the things that he thought rightfully belonged to him.

“Someone’s lucky,” Jacob said at last, a final and reluctant acquiescence.

Joseph’s small smile did not disappear. In fact, it seemed only to root itself more firmly on his face, as though he were pleased at Jacob’s unease. Joseph’s gaze flickered back to John, settling on him and then beckoning him forward.

He did as Joseph bid, coming and sitting beside his older brother and clearing his throat. He wanted to stop thinking about the way that Joseph had said our deputy, like he had any claim on Elliot—and that shouldn’t have bothered John, but it did, wriggled its way through the spaces between his ribs and squeezed, nice and tight.

“She was upset,” Joseph said, when John had settled next to him; it was not a question, but a statement, an assertion of what Joseph knew to be true. Their eldest brother scoffed from his spot at the table, bent back over the map, tracing and re-tracing the topography lines. John shifted in his seat a little.

“I think Jacob might have ruined any chance at a merciful conversion when he mentioned that her friends would deserve it if they didn’t make it out.” John’s voice was hard when he shot the red-head a stinging look, but unsatisfyingly, Jacob did not lift his head this time. John felt the strain of his brows furrowing at the center of his head, and then Joseph’s hand was on the side of his face, fingers spreading against his hair, primed and comfortable to grip.

“Grief,” Joseph said, his voice low and soothing, “is a part of change. Like shedding a skin.”

“It’s not—she was furious with me,” John replied, grimacing. “She just kept saying she hated me, and us. Joseph, I think—it would be beneficial to let me do things my way—”

“Our deputy is killing the person she used to be, John.” Joseph’s gaze was steady, piercing, a venomous yellow. His other hand came to the right side of John’s face, cradling him. “Strangling her old self, with her own hands. People like us, we’re lucky; we’ve always known who we were meant to be.” He leaned against the wooden backing of the pew again. “You’ve guided her here. Give her a while to grieve that girl from before. Patience is a virtue.”

John’s throat felt tight. He thought the Elliot in the bar those years ago—flushing and soft, breathless when he leaned into her—and the Elliot threatening to choke a man to death in front of him if he didn’t beg for his life, and the Elliot who played baseball with a shovel and a man’s head, and the Elliot that smoked a cigarette down to nothing while she cranked Welcome To The Jungle up on a van stolen from a group of crazy Swedish cultists.

He was not convinced she had not already killed the girl she used to be.

“You have got to have faith.” Joseph’s voice broke him out of his reverie. When John looked over to his brother, Joseph was absently dragging his thumb along his lower lip, his eyes fixed on the Eden’s Gate emblem glowing above them in the afternoon light. “Remember what I said; you have to love them. I know you can do this for me.”

His throat felt tight. This would be easier, he thought, if he could have just done everything this way. Wrath, he thought, would look perfect on her. But that wasn’t right; wrath already fit her. There was no skin to be shed. It was already on.

“John.”

He dragged his gaze from the white collar of Joseph’s shirt to his brother’s gaze, meeting it.

“Tell me you can do this,” Joseph said, his voice lower now, softer. It was not his counseling voice; this was Joseph asking him, his brother, not the man who led the masses. Asking, demanding, but waiting patiently for it to be given, never taking before it was time.

He was no longer thinking about Elliot at her fiercest, but rather the way she had softened for him, on occasion. Pressed against him for warmth, lashes wet with tears, unwilling to let go of his arm.

“I can,” John replied, “for you.”

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Elliot didn’t know for how long she slept. When she woke, the sun was still in the sky, the air felt sticky and wet with late-summer humidity, and while she slept sweat had gathered at the nape of her neck and in the hollows and dips of her body. For a second, panic filled her—she couldn’t remember where she was, or how she got there, confusion twisting and knotting its way through her.

And then she remembered. She was in Joseph’s compound, in a bunkhouse that served as a home to Eden’s Gate members, dressed in Eden’s Gate clothes sans her boots and underclothes. Elliot wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled her hair out of the ponytail. Standing proved dizzying, and she felt the dehydration twisting around in her stomach like a scorpion; stinging, and unkind.

“Fuck,” she said, pressing the heel of her palm to her eye. The gesture reminded her that she had done it just recently; just before she screamed at John, just before she told him that she hated him. Oh, yes. That.

Grief still squirmed around inside of her, but it had been abated, for now, and she thought that she almost—

“No.” Elliot’s voice was firm, but still wobbled on its legs, when she spoke to herself. “I don’t feel bad about what I said.”

“Good to know.” It was John’s voice from the doorway, bringing with him a hot breeze that should have felt good being that they were on an island, but it just added to the humidity. Elliot’s stomach twisted violently at the sound of his voice. It wasn’t anger that populated her mind, now, but embarrassment: that she’d let him get under her skin, that she’d let him see her without her veneer, that he’d been there and endured it and now he stood here again, undeterred, as though John Seed were someone with a moral high ground that allowed him to endure verbal attacks and return as though nothing had happened.

I hate you. Elliot willed the words to her mouth, tried to muster the venom, but she couldn’t. She fixed her eyes instead on the knot of a wooden floor panel, trying to ignore the sight of John moving in the corner of her eyes, closing the space between them. He did this, always—invaded her space, overwhelmed her, until saying things like I hate you became harder.

He smelled like sweat, and day-old cologne, and heat and dust and outside, and when he put his hand on her arm she opened her mouth to say something—anything, any of the venom that might come to her in the heat-addled and perspiring confusion—but he put a cold water bottle, slick with condensation, in her hand.

Her eyes went to find the bloodstain on his shirt when she realized that he wasn’t wearing that shirt anymore. He was in a white shirt, the same kind that Joseph wore.

“Drink,” he said. “I promise it isn’t poisoned.”

Elliot turned the cap of the bottle. It cracked, promising that the seal was freshly broken, and she brought it to her mouth and took one heavy swig before she pulled it away. Her nerve-endings immediately screamed in relief at the water in her mouth, but her stomach lurched—she knew she’d need to pace herself, or she’d be puking it up in a few minutes.

“Did you sleep?” John asked when she didn’t say anything. Elliot sucked her teeth.

“I don’t think we should play at being friends,” she said, her voice wicked with a dry, crackling, wildfire-in-the-making heat. John’s gaze was steady, though, once again unfettered by her words and remaining in her space. She was more aware of it than ever, now: as though resting, and having basic necessities like shower and drinking water also made her all the more aware of John’s presence, the heat radiating off of his body and the way he was watching her—

(like he couldn’t get enough of her)

—like he wanted to make sure that nothing she did escaped him.

“We’re not playing at being friends, deputy,” John drawled, crossing his arms over his chest and rocking back on his heels a bit as he looked at her. “Whether you like it or not, you and I are on the same side.”

“For now,” Elliot bit out.

“For now,” he acquiesced, as gracious as ever.

Her eyes narrowed. John was not the kind of person who forgave and forgot the sorts of things that she’d said to him. Elliot felt the suspicion rising up in her throat. She kept waiting for the punchline; for John to say something stupid like, and when this is over you’ll be begging for me to absolve your sins, or something equally driven by ego and his desire to have Joseph’s approval.

“So,” John began again, arms unfolding elegantly to be held out in a gesture of harmlessness, “did you sleep?”

Elliot took another swallow of her water bottle, stepping around John. Her body instantly braced itself—as though she expected him to try and stop her—but he didn’t; merely turned with her, a planet trapped in her orbit.

“Briefly.” She kept her voice short and clipped as she headed towards the door. “Are your friends back?”

“Jacob’s ready whenever you are.”

Her face scrunched up at the mention of the eldest Seed brother. She was now unsure which of them was the most unpleasant to be around; they all found their own special ways to get under her skin. John, perhaps, was the worst; Joseph and Jacob, she could handle their particular brand of crazy, but John—he was harder for her to read, because all of the time spent with him had started to cloud her brain.

“Why are you being nice to me?” she demanded, turning suddenly to find that he’d crossed the bunkhouse again, as though to follow her outside. Because she hadn’t quite gone out, yet, he now stood nearly nose to nose with her, even with her back pressed against the door of the bunkhouse.

John’s gaze swept over her. “Does it bother you?”

The plastic of the water bottle crunched in her hand. Her jaw set, painfully tight, holding back her gut reaction—to tell him that yes, it did bother her—and instead swallowed thickly. It would be just like John, to go out of his way to be nice to her because he thought it would unsettle her. But then, wasn’t John all about bending and cracking someone to his will, no gentleness required?

A headache splintered behind her eyes, throbbing painfully. She was spending too much time trying to parse John Seed out, and that was her first mistake.

“I’m just surprised you know how,” Elliot snipped, watching the way her words ticked the corner of his mouth upward in that easy, boyish smile.

“I can be nice,” John offered, “if someone isn’t spitting venom at me nonstop, calling me pathetic.”

“Fucking pathetic,” she pointed out, ignoring the way John’s eyes flickered down to her mouth and then back up to meet her eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that—”

“—no need to apologize after the fact, deputy—”

“—because I know how sensitive you are,” Elliot finished, wiping the smile off of John’s face, “and since we’re on the same side, I suppose I can’t afford to have you down and out.”

John’s eyes narrowed. His hand found the doorknob, and he was very close, so close all of a sudden that for a brief moment Elliot’s brain short-circuited and all she could think about was how unjust it was that a man so deserving of her venom could make cologne smell so good.

And then he said, “No, I suppose you can’t,” and opened the door behind her, the heat of the afternoon sun sunk into her skin, sticky and hot. “I work best when my partner isn’t trying to fight me the entire time.”

She turned and stepped out of the bunkhouse, clutching the water bottle in her fist and putting as much distance between herself and John as she said, “And I work the best if you stay the fuck out of my way, John.”

No more, she thought, decisively, no more of that.

Images of Eden’s Gate members scattered in her periphery; they were eager to look, but not eager to be seen, so that when she turned her head to find them they were already disappearing behind a corner or into a building. The heat was no more bearable if she was moving, either, the sun high in the sky and threatening to burn any exposed skin.

John fell into step beside her, his hand landing on the doorknob to the church before she could open it, holding it closed while she stopped on the landing.

“Jacob likes when he gets under your skin,” he said to her, the words sounding a little different than before. “He might say whatever he can to rile you up, and make you look unreliable to Joseph.”

Elliot hesitated. She didn’t know why John was giving her this information; not only because she already knew that—because of course Jacob enjoyed pushing her—but she didn’t understand why John was trying to be helpful. It was always going to be the Seed brothers against her, wasn’t it?

She thought of the way they had been bickering, the two brothers, while she tried to gather herself after her call with Jerome. She wished she’d been paying attention so that she could know what it was they had been arguing about.

John waited expectantly. He said, “You want to get Joey out of there, don’t you?”

“Of course.” Her brows furrowed. “What kind of—”

“And I want Faith out of there, with as little risk as possible,” he plunged on, keeping the door in place, “so we can’t get outvoted in there. Joseph does take you seriously, though who can imagine why—”

“If you’re trying to convince me we’re actually partners,” Elliot deadpanned, “you’re doing a shit job of it.”

“All I’m saying,” John continued irritably, “is that if we present a unified front in there, we have a better chance of us both getting what we want.”

Elliot didn’t want to admit that he was right. The last thing she ever wanted to do was tell John Seed that he was right about something. But if she had to weigh her options, she’d rather tell John he was right than do whatever the fuck it was that Jacob and Joseph wanted her to do. One Seed brother she could handle.

So, she relented, “Fine.”

John stuck out his free hand to her, grinning. “Shake on it, partner?”

Elliot groaned and swatted his hand away. “Don’t push it, buck,” she replied, pushing the door open—and this time, John let her, trailing in after her. Jacob and Joseph were in their spots at the front of the chapel, waiting ever-so-patiently. She reminded herself of what John had confirmed; that Jacob liked to see her on the brink of a meltdown, that he was a pusher.

It did not escape her that John had not offered any insight into Joseph.

“Have a nice nap?” Jacob asked as she came up to the table with the map.

“Funny, John asked me the same thing.” Elliot kept her voice even and took a drink of her water before she started tying her hair back into a ponytail. “So, where are they? Where are Joey and Faith?”

“South of here, the faithful say,” Joseph said before Jacob could speak again. “At Sacred Skies Lake. Just past Angel’s Peak. It sounds like they don’t go by any name, and just call themselves a family.”

“And do the faithful say what they’ve been doing?” she asked tartly. She had an idea of where they had made their home; probably at the abandoned youth camp, though as far as she last remembered that had been occupied by Joseph’s own.

Well, probably not for very long. There was no way Joseph’s little rednecks could hold up to the precision that these crazies had.

“Living,” Jacob replied, his gaze hard and his jaw set. “They’re not doing anything. They’re just—there. Like they’re waiting for something.” 

Elliot’s stomach plummeted at Jacob’s words. There was no way he could have known, surely; she hadn’t told John, and she hadn’t said anything to them in the car, about the way Ase had cradled her face, and called her mor, and had said, I know that you will always come back to us.

Fuck. There’s no fucking way.

But there was. If Ase didn’t have absolute confidence that Elliot would seek them out, why would she have let them go? Why would they have been mostly unscathed? They were playing with their food—a sick, drawn-out catch-and-release.

The brothers had started speaking again. The aqua curve of Sacred Skies on the map burned into her retinas the longer she stared at it without blinking.

“Waiting for me,” Elliot mustered up after a moment, her mouth feeling very dry. “They’re waiting for me.”

Three pairs of eyes fixed on her, all with the same uncanny precision. There was no time for it to bother her; her stomach was already rolling with nausea.

And then Jacob barked out, “Explain,” and she thought she might punch him in the face if he didn’t shut up. Elliot took in a deep breath, mustering all of the composure she could manage, and focused herself on the map.

“When John and I got—when we had our run-in with the family,” she began, “we were separated, and—they drugged me, with something. But their leader, Ase, she was there for a little while—”

“What?” John demanded. So much for presenting a unified front, she thought ruefully. She shot him a look, willing him to be quiet, to just let her gather her thoughts; blissfully, he did.

“She kept calling me something in Swedish,” Elliot explained, “and she kept saying all of this weird stuff, like—like that she saw my color, that she saw me, and then…”

The Seeds all stared at her, waiting expectantly. Even Jacob remained silent.

“And then she said something like… Like that she was going to let me go, but only because she knew I was always going to come back to her.”

A moment of silence stretched in front of her, endless and dizzying, where no one in the room said anything and all Elliot could think about were all the things that Ase had said.

And then, as though these words had almost no impact on him, Jacob said, “Well, at least we have proper bait.”

“Absolutely not,” John cut in immediately, angrily. “You’re not putting Elliot out there to try and lure them here—”

“—they want her, I don’t see why we wouldn’t—”

“Brothers,” Joseph interrupted, his voice effectively bringing both John and Jacob to heel. Like before, he stood directly across from Elliot; her gaze was fixed on him now, tumbling Ase’s words around in her head while the Seeds argued about whether or not she was shark bait or not. “What do you think, deputy?”

The words were gentle. Elliot knew what they were; certainly, Joseph knew how long it had been since someone had asked her opinion, rather than her having to fight tooth and nail for someone even to consider it.

“I think—we could get Ase to come out of the youth camp, which is probably where they’re holed up,” she said after a moment, willing the charm of Joseph’s attentiveness away. Her gaze slid to John for a moment. “If we used me as bait.”

“Are you serious?” John demanded. He took her arm in his hand, pulling her from the table and hissing, “When I said present a unified front—”

“If we’re partners, you have to trust me,” Elliot insisted tersely. His expression hardened. A part of her hoped that he regretted suggesting they be anything remotely close to on the same team, and a part of her was glad that he had, or he wouldn’t look like the words you’re right were sitting right on his tongue.

Finally, at last, he said, “Fine.”

Elliot turned back to Jacob and Joseph, with the brunette’s hand still on her arm, and asked, “Are you any good with a sniper rifle?” 

“The best.” Jacob’s voice was clipped, insistent. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“So if I can get Ase out to meet me,” she continued, “can you not shoot me?”

His eyes narrowed, but there was a tiny, tiny smile pulling at his lips. “Scout’s honor.”

John exhaled a sharp, short breath. “This is ridiculous—”

But before he could plunge onward, Joseph held up his hand to stop him. He turned his gaze to her, now, studying her for a few long heartbeats before he said, “Do you think they won’t kill Faith if we kill their leader?”

Elliot shrugged his hand off of her arm and walked back to the table, setting her water bottle on the table and crossing her arms over her chest. “I think like any snake,” she replied, “the body won’t function if you cut the head off.”

“At any rate,” Jacob interjected, “push comes to shove and you can get in without a firefight to get Faith out of there.”

“And Joey,” Elliot replied firmly, and stifled down the absolute fury when Jacob shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“We’ll start making the preparations immediately.” Joseph sounded pleased. It took everything in her power not to say something just spite that, to remember that even though she didn’t want to be, she supposed that she was on their side, too.

Jacob gathered up the map from the table and immediately set off after Joseph, who had stepped down from the small stage and gone to the side door. Elliot picked up her water bottle and took one more heavy drink to finish it off before she turned and looked at John.

His brows knitted together at the center of his forehead. He looked troubled. It was not an expression that she was used to seeing on John Seed’s face; it might have been endearing, if she didn’t know that he was troubled by her, and not in the fun way.

“Spit it out, then,” Elliot prompted. John heaved a loud, impatient sigh.

“This is a stupid idea,” John said abruptly, angrily. It was a change of pace from the cocky asshole he normally liked to be. “There’s no way that they know they aren’t waiting for you to show up so they can skin and gut you, and—”

She waited, patiently, for him to get the words out. Whatever they were, they stuck in his throat.

“—and what use would you be then?” he finished, his lip curling up in clear distaste. Ah, there he is, Elliot thought absently. Almost thought I’d lost you, John.

“Don’t worry,” she said lightly. When she had capped her water bottle again, she headed to the back of the church. It feels good, she thought, pushing on the door, to have a plan again. “I’ll far outlive my use to you, Seed.”

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The plan was simple.

Elliot was going to walk herself—unarmed, much to her personal chagrin—out to the Sacred Skies Youth Camp, once they dropped her off. Jacob would already be in a position where he could get a good look at what was going on, and when he got a clear shot at Ase, he was going to take it.

And they were banking on the woman coming out to get Elliot herself, based on what Elliot had told them. John was not convinced, but he had been overruled; it was no longer his choice, and instead of going in and being on the same team as Elliot, he had found himself on the opposite of the playing board from all three of them—his brothers and the deputy.

Not ideal.

But now, as John parked the truck at the bottom of the hill leading up to the youth camp, all he could feel was dread knotting his stomach. The plan was supposed to be simple, but John remained unconvinced that it would be executed as easily as everyone seemed to think it would.

Elliot seemed in perfect spirits; she’d eaten a handful of granola bars, finished off two other water bottles, and her coughing had become less frequent. Not once had he seen her reach for a cigarette, either. It was like the second she had an actionable plan, she no longer stressed: there was nothing for her to worry about, beyond getting the job done.

John met her gaze through the rearview mirror. “You’re sure?” he prompted, and ignored the way Joseph’s head gently cocked to the side. Elliot flashed him a smile.

“Just focus on making sure Jacob doesn’t shoot me in the head,” she replied, “okay? And I’ll focus on getting Joey and Faith out of there.”

Joseph said, lightly, “That’s all we could ever hope for, deputy,” and when he did Elliot shot John a look through the mirror, a look that said, can you fucking believe this guy? And for one, brief second it felt like they shared a joke only between the two of them.

Then she pushed the back door of the truck open and kicked her legs out, landing on the dirt road with a soft thump. The blonde closed the truck door and then came up to John’s window, which had been rolled down, and said, “You’re sure you don’t want to give me a weapon?”

It would blow the whole fucking thing if they caught her with a gun or a knife, Jacob had said; if by some strange happenstance he didn’t snipe the shit out of the crazy fucking Swedish woman, and Elliot wound up getting dragged into the belly of the beast, having a weapon on her would out her immediately. They would know that she hadn’t come willingly, but that she had come with the intent to harm.

At least in the instance that they somehow avoided Jacob, she could lie her way out of it. Maybe.

“I have absolute faith,” John said, mimicking Joseph’s veneer of confidence, “that you can make a weapon out of just about anything if you need to.” She patted the side of the truck and took one centering breath, but before she could set off up the hill John said, “Elliot—”

The blonde turned back around to look at him, life and vigor back in her face and one brow arched loftily at him.

Be careful, he thought to say, the words sticking in his throat. That’s what he should have been saying, if they were actually partners—even fake partners, even tenuous partners, partners-by-proxy because John insisted for the sake of feeling like he had some control over the situation and Elliot because there was no one better that she had the chance to pick. Not exactly setting the bar very high, were they?

“Any day now, John.” Elliot’s voice snapped his attention back to reality. She was waiting expectantly, but there wasn’t impatience in her voice; she was content, at last, to have motion. He cleared his throat.

“Don’t start going yet,” he said, instead of the things he thought would matter, like, don’t forget to breathe. “Give Joseph and I a chance to get up to where Jacob is.”

She gave him a two-finger salute, wisps of hair fluttering into her face from a late-afternoon breeze. “Yes, boss.”

John threw the truck into reverse, pulling back and then into a u-turn to head off down the road. The car was silent for a moment, blissfully, with the golden-hour light drenching the two of them in a warm glow. If he didn’t know what was going on just out of reach, he might have felt like he was transplanted into a different time and place entirely.

“You don’t need to worry about her, John,” Joseph said lightly.

“I’m not,” John replied, pulling the truck off of the road. Dry brush crunched and snapped beneath the weight of the tires. “She’s perfectly capable of handling herself with three granola bars in her system and healthy bout pneumonia.”

“You sound frustrated.”

“I just think that maybe we could have picked someone that’s not—” John inhaled. He parked the truck deep into a grove; to the right of them, a small trail would lead up to where Jacob waited with his perfect vantage point to see Ase come out and collect Elliot. “—Sick,” he finished, after a moment, “and not such a wildcard. You know she tried to kill one of the guards when I had her at the ranch? She was going to choke him to death, right then and there. For—touching her, or something.”

Joseph looked unaffected as he stepped out of the truck. “I’m unsurprised, if that’s what you’re looking for.” And he paused, looking thoughtful for a moment, before he said, "Touching her, you said?"

John ignored the question. “Well, then maybe that should speak to the level of reliability Elliot displays.”

“I think you’re underestimating the power of a positively-reinforced bond.” As Joseph spoke, John fell into step beside him, climbing up the slope. Behind them, he heard the distant sound of voices; the members of Eden’s Gate that weren’t holed up would be waiting for Jacob’s signal to swarm, if things looked grim. “Didn’t she say she hated you, and us? And yet today, here she is. In a good mood, no longer frothing at the mouth, rabid and dangerous.”

“She’s still dangerous,” John started, but Joseph stopped him by pressing his hands to his shoulders.

“You’ve done exactly as I asked,” he said, a mirror of the words he’d said before. “Remember? You haven’t beaten your stray into submission. This—” Joseph gestured with his hand in the general direction of where they had dropped Elliot off. “—is all only possible because of the work that you have put in, John. And when we bring Faith home, and return to our followers, that is what they’ll remember. Not the person the deputy used to be.”

John’s felt something hot and painful twist in his chest, prickling pain squirming up his spinal cord. He should have been pleased to hear Joseph refer to Elliot as something that belonged to them and instead was giving him some ownership—but he realized too late that it wasn’t what he had been wanting from his brother. This wasn’t what he wanted from Elliot.

He swallowed and said, thickly, “Yes, Joseph.”

“Good boy.” Joseph held him in a tight hug, the pressure of the gesture relieving some of the stress in his shoulders like muscle memory pulling it right out of him, and then he pulled back. “Now, let’s go and get our sister back, yes?”

His brother stepped up the last stretch of the slope, and he followed obediently behind. Jacob was perched carefully, eyeing the scope and muttering to himself; as John crouched beside him, and Joseph on the other side, the redhead breathed out a little swear.

“Stupid piece of shit,” he sighed. “Remind me to get these upgraded next chance we get.”

“What’s wrong?” John asked, already on edge.

“Nothing’s wrong—the gun’s perfectly functional, it’s just not as stealthy as a rifle should be,” Jacob explained. “It’s got a red dot sight on it.”

John’s eyes narrowed, his teeth clenching. “So they’ll see it the second you get it on that woman.”

“They might,” Jacob protested, “I’ll just have to be fast.”

“Where’s your rifle?”

“It’s back at the center,” his brother snapped. “I didn't have the opportunity to grab it before I went on a wild hunt for you across the Montana countryside. Anything else I can help you with today, little brother?”

“There’s no time for arguing,” Joseph interjected, sounding almost tired now. “Quiet, now.”

From their vantage point, they had a clear view of Elliot. The blonde was yelling something to garner attention, to lure people out, and there was some movement through the trees that blocked off the camp up the road. He could see her start to walk farther up, and then stop, hesitating.

“Someone’s coming,” Jacob said, peering carefully through the scope.

Tentative bodies drifted down the road, breaking the treeline: though John could not see Ase’s strange, lithe form anywhere among them, he could hear what he thought was certainly her voice, saying something to Elliot, who had her hands up carefully to show that she was weapon-free as best she could.

The movement that he thought might be the Swedish woman stopped just before the treeline. Come on, John thought, taking in a breath, come on, you fucking bitch, come out here.

It was someone else that stepped forward from the protection of the tree line. It was Ase’s man, the tall, broad-shouldered ginger, though he too looked unarmed. John tried not to think about how easily he had nearly disposed of them with only his hands, last time.

The man made it to Elliot, gesturing for her to come forward, to close the last foot of distance between them herself; she did as he bid, straying to her right, feigning innocence. John knew what she was doing: leaving room for Jacob to make a shot.

“That’s not her,” John hissed. 

“Yes, I’m not fucking blind.” Jacob’s voice was sharp but steady. “She’s leaning for me. Who is he?”

“Her—right-hand man, or something. I don’t think you should take...”

John’s voice trailed off. The man had stopped Elliot, snagging her wrist—which looked tiny in his hand—and said something to her that did not look pleasant.

“I think I should,” Jacob muttered, shifting the rifle.

“Jacob—” John began, sensing the way his eldest brother’s muscles tensed, ready.

Elliot was saying something to him. She paused, just briefly, and John saw her head tilt down; she saw it, first, and then the ginger looked down at his chest just as Jacob was lining up his shot. 

The incriminating red dot gave it away. The man’s head shot up and locked on them instantly, and before Jacob could pull the trigger, he’d twisted Elliot around and pulled her right against his chest, his hand gripping the pillar of her throat.

John’s stomach plummeted. He heard, as though in a last-ditch effort, Elliot shout his name: and he didn’t know if it was because she wanted help or if she wanted someone to take the shot anyway. He didn’t know if either of those options was more comforting than the other. 

The man had shifted her so that the red dot now lay directly over her chest, pinning her, and Jacob did not pull away from the scope. Even from this distance, John could see the wicked grin splitting across his expression.

“Do not fucking shoot,” John hissed, “Jacob—do not fucking shoot—”

For sure, now, he heard her voice. "John," she said, desperately, his name choked in her throat by the grip of the Swedish man bruising her skin.

“There’s a good chance it would hit him and kill him,” Jacob insisted, his finger hovering over the trigger. “They’re goading us. This is the perfect opportunity to—”

“You fuck,” John seethed. “Joseph, tell him not to shoot!”

Joseph was silent, his jaw set lightly and his gaze fixed on the scene before them; Elliot, struggling to breathe, while the man began to make his way back to the treeline with her body shielding him. For the first time since Elliot had become a problem of theirs, John saw his older brother take time to consider whether or not he really needed her alive or not.

“Killing a right-hand man would be—”

“The plan was to let her get taken in,” John snapped. “Not to fucking shoot through her to get to some nobody!”

“That was before they knew we tried to trick them,” Jacob insisted. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, little brother—”

“Leave it.” Joseph’s voice was final, and sharp. It seemed his brother was bringing an end to fights like this more and more often. “They won’t kill her, or the others. They want her for something. If you shoot through her, we’ll lose our one person on the inside.”

Jacob looked, for one split second, like he might willfully disobey Joseph’s final ruling on the matter. The hard lines of the eldest Seed’s face sharpened, steeling, before he finally flipped the safety on the rifle and straightened up.

A swift, hot breeze drifted through, picking up dust along the dirt road, and right as the shade of the treeline began, the man stopped. John could see Elliot squirming against his grip, her fingers grasping at his wrist and hands, scratching as she gasped for air: but he was immovable, and his attention wasn’t on her, anyway.

It was on them—where he thought they might be. He lifted his hand, thumb up, and two fingers out in the shape of a gun, pointed it at them, and mimicked a single gunshot.

Jacob was seething, the emotion rolling off of him in waves. “The fucking gall—”

But John wasn’t listening anymore. He felt like he was going to throw up. This was exactly what he’d been worried about happening—and here it was, laid out before him, a feast spoiled rotten by reality. He couldn’t get the sound of the way she’d called for him, desperately, like he was the last safeguard she had left.

And yet again, he had failed her. Her, and Faith, and sure, while he was at it, he could stick Joey Hudson’s name on the list; and didn't that mean he'd failed Joseph, too?

John came to a stand. “I have to go in,” he said, assertively, drawing both sets of eyes from his brothers now. “They know, now, and—they think Elliot is a big threat, so if there’s a chance she’ll put up a fight they’ll drug the fuck out of her. I should go in, and Jacob can watch my back, because—”

Because I don’t trust anyone else to get this done the way it needs to be. The thought auto-completed itself in his brain, but the words didn’t come, and it didn’t look like Jacob nor Joseph expected it out of him.

“John,” Joseph said, “are you sure you want to do that?”

“Faith is our sister,” John replied, “and didn’t you say that’s who I was? Ever-giving?”

The man hesitated, just for a second; the sound of chatter below, and Elliot’s furious voice rising as she presumably was given more room to breathe, echoed in the air.

“Yes,” Joseph said at last, relenting. “We did.”

John nodded, turning and making his way down the slope. He kept thinking of the way Elliot had said his name, because it wasn’t the first time she had done that; in the van, too, his had been the first she’d said.

And he couldn’t stop thinking of Ase’s man, either, and the way he’d wielded her with ease, the way he’d grinned when he’d spotted them, the way his hand gripped Elliot’s throat like he’d choke her to death right there if he’d gotten the chance.

No, John thought furiously as the truck came into sight, that won’t do at all.

#far cry 5 #john seed #john seed x deputy #ch: elliot honeysett #fc5 #john seed x ofc #fic: ancient names #my writing #me: KISS KISS KISS #also me: elliot will strangle john with her bare hands if he's not careful #this is true love and no one can tell me otherwise