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onyourhyuck · 5 months

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Animal Instinct. | NCT SERIES

Title: CHAPTER 1 ‘The Untamed.’

— Prologue: “When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.”

— Summary: You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

— Genre: Smut with plot. Minors dni. Fantasy with modern timeline. Female!reader. Secondary genders (but with animals) dreamies are complete red flags. Dub-con. Everything is very dark romance related. Nothing here is for the weak. Everything is just pure filth. It gets progressively worse and worse. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Pet names such as ‘my pretty whore’ or ‘princess’ — minor hair pulling, Fingering (female receiving). Creampie, cumming inside / no protection please use a condom.

— Notes: I APOLOGISE FOR TAKING SO LONG. BUT HERE IT IS. MORE FREQUENT UPDATES COMING UP.

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One thing you love about yourself is that your work basically shapes your entire routine. You love walking inside your laboratory seeing the animals in the tanks you have to take care of and examine. This included various important research that no one should know. It is highly top secret. A simple leak of what you collect samples from the sea or other animal biology from biomes and journals you keep could really be a mess for you.

Working on separating the two and three sides of the samples you have listed from the deep oceans all throughout different sights. You felt a hand approaching behind you quickly.

The man taps your shoulders when you’re so busy working with the test tubes. “Hey Y/n mind giving me—” you jump and turn around with a fright.

“Seriously Johnny! I told you not to sneak up on me like this. Especially when I’m working with these highly reactive test tubes.” You scowled at your coworker, Johnny Suh. He was one of your friends and coworkers. Wearing a white cloak and round black glasses on.

He was a handsome fella. Very charming and handsome you have to admit it. Johnny can be professional but he could also be quite a mood maker in such a serious profession.

Laughing at your unusual behaviour, you’re never this jumpy when you are working but he probably assumes he scared you to death. “What got you so anxious Y/n? You never get scared when i do this.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. He swore he could see your own soul leave your body.

Truth be honest ever since that night with Ningning all you are thinking about how your entire life has been a lie. Sour Grape’s has taken your mind over. No. Mark has taken your entire mind off and away from your daily routines. Everyday you’re thinking about ‘How can this be possible?’ Humans coming from other animals and not just monkeys. It’s insane information. You shouldn’t be believing this but when Jaehyun said it’s a secret; it makes you think there must be some truth to it.

No one on earth would make up such a stupid fairytale on the spot.

If you weren’t a marine biologist with side degrees of zoology you’re just the type of person to not let this slide. You want to learn more.

You want to experience the truth. You want to see if it’s the truth if they actually are who they are setting themselves to be.

Letting out soft mumbles as you close off the testing tubes, afterwards putting the collective tubes in the stirring device. “I haven’t slept well for the past few days. Sorry if i seem like I’m on the edge.”

He gave you a soft smirk leaning on the side of the table while watching you. “Oh honey you seem like you’re more than on the edge. You’re off the edge.” Your eyes make eye contact after you were done with your tasks.

Your friend trails now questioning you as you’re looking at him with a soft look that made your thoughts even worse.

“What’s on your mind, Y/n?” Johnny asked with a small smile. You shake your head, you don’t want to share something so crazy. He might think you’re actually insane, or worse, he might even think you lost your entire marbles.

“Nothing serious, John. Let’s just finish up and go home. I’m tired.” You excused yourself from the conversation to finish up. The only thing you want to do today is figure out what to eat for dinner.

Walking down the street to your favourite food truck, you decided to take your mind off whatever you were thinking for the past week or so.

You felt like your brain was just constantly going back to the same topic and it was draining truth be honest. What better way to distract yourself than to eat your favourite stir fry noddles?

Being a local customer the food truck owner gives you discounts nowadays because you were a customer for a long time. A regular at that.

“Hey I would like the usual.” You gave a smile at the owner who nodded seemingly being happy to seeing you drop by.

“I was beginning to think you’d never return, Y/n.” Said the truck owner and you gave a little smirk. “How could I not return? You make the best noodles.” Complimenting them they blushed and started making the noodles for you.

But then something flashed behind you at a fast pace. You didn’t even realise it until the figure stood overshadowed by their body remaining still as a statue.

Gawking at the menu on the side. Your eyes widen when you turned around with disbelief flashing over your lips and cheeks.

“Young man what would you like?” The owner interrupts your own lingering thoughts of shock. The voice, the sound of his breathing, everything else made you feel so small and in danger just by the presence alone of this man.

He looks back from the menu. “The original stir fry m’am.”

You did not realise you were literally staring Mark down in this moment until his face turned over to you and you quickly looked away biting your bottom lip, staring at your very own feet on the ground. You can’t believe it that Mark and you crossed paths when all you’ve been saying is how you’re going to distract yourself finally!

What was this coincidence? Fate? Destiny?

There was this expression on his face that falters when he finally acknowledges your existence. It’s like he met you before but he was trying to find out from where.

And then it hits him. You were the one with Jaehyun that one night.

The dark tone of voice strikes you like a knife behind your back if anything. “You’re that girl at the bar that one time.” Mark said to you, turning to look at you fully with his entire body now facing you.

You definitely caught the predator’s attention now with how easy you’re to read. God you hate being so readable like an open book — a very non interesting book at that.

You fake a smile, maybe if you just pretend you don’t know him he will give up speaking to you. “Oh no, I don’t attend bars. I’m… allergic to alcohol.” You cringe deep inside when you made up the most stupid excuse.

Really? Allergy? He didn’t even ask about your allergies.

Mark frowns which lead you to believe he wasn’t completely swayed by your own actions right now. You forget how much of animal instincts he must have by now. You can’t fool a tiger easily.

“You must’ve mixed me up with someone else.” You said quietly trying to make it seem more and more believable if you just keep talking.

Thankfully you were praying for your meal to arrive first beforehand he got his. The prayer was answered when you grab your plastic container smiling and thanking them. You literally dashed away but why try to run away?

Trying to out run one of the most dangerous cats you probably made the worst mistake to even show a hint of speed in your movements.

When you were to reach your destination to your car the same black towering figure stands over you. In front of you with a dark gaze.

You let out a mini gasp to be honest, you feel like your heart is being crushed by two large walls that keep on moving forward and forward until your heart and lungs collapse.

Mark sighs. “You know that I can hear your beating heart when you lie?” He said rather amused but also it was eerily like a reminiscing threat thrown at you. You stand there quivering, trembling even, and it made Mark so much more entertained than he thought he would be.

He took a step forward. The stir fry plastic box was shaking in very discreet manner in your hands. Each step he takes you took three steps backwards.

This was a new cat and mouse game you didn’t want to be playing with him at all.

“Y/n was it? Jaehyun mentioned you.” Mark said with a little more confidence now that he actually had you cornered. Now you cannot lie on the spot and try to run away from him.

It’s ridiculous. He looks and was human but in reality he’s not just entirely human is he? He’s a freaking tiger with probably the most define genetics. It’s crazy to you.

You mumble trying to get away still. There was just this instinct inside you to make excuses until you can’t anymore. “Sorry i have to go, i am extremely busy.”

Your heartbeat picked up again, Mark sighs pressing an arm around your body and now moved you to sit down at a bench in the scene. You flinch and he forced you to sit down in front of him with his dark eyes watching you. “Another lie. You must enjoy lying a lot don’t you?”

You look away. You’re watching anything but him. “What do you want from me? I swear I don’t… I don’t know anything.” You’re trying your best to make this situation just deescalate.

He grinned amused. “Well that’s also a lie.” He said sitting down next to you on the bench as your heart was racing incredibly fast. Mark thought you might die on the spot if you keep stressing yourself out.

You took a little breath when he sat down next to you which seemed a little less nerve wrecking.

Eventually your heart calmed down when the silence overtook you both. Mark makes a quick glance over at you again, and he continues to speak when he waited for your nerves to sort themselves out.

You sigh. “I didn’t know you liked this place.” You tried to make a conversation as well but you weren’t sure how well he will respond to it.

Heck you don’t know this guy at all.

“I like it. I’m a regular here.” Mark said with a smirk and he moves a bit closer to you now, he opens up his plastic box of stir fry and starts to eat it with the plastic fork you’d get at a restaurant or other food trucks.

You saw him eating and you slowly shift to open your stir fry. But to be honest you’re too scared to even eat in front of him. You’re trying to act normal though. So you take a piece and ate slowly your own food along with Mark. The man kept watching you even though he ate. But you’re avoiding to even acknowledge him so much.

“Y/n do i scare you?” He was quite blunt and upfront. You flinched when he mentions the exact words you’re feeling.

You awkwardly chuckle and put down the fork. “Is it that obvious?”

Mark scoffs a bit. “You didn’t try to hide it.” He leans away and ate some more, you felt a bit less scared and now more guilty. Now that you think about it he seems like a normal guy now.

“Sorry. What Jaehyun said to me that night at the bar messed with my brain.” You admit it, which made the man next to you smirk. “You know I’m human as well. But I do admit it was fun seeing you trembling.” There was a sense of eeriness in his words but at the same time you were watching him.

He admitted to you that watching you embarrass yourself in front of him was a thrilling show but you decided to just not respond to it.

You didn’t even know what to say back anyways.

“So… are you actually…” your voice trails off unable to think of how to say this. How do you even phrase this?

Mark saw your expression like it was the most readable thing he has ever laid eyes on. He leans forward putting the plastic box down. “Part Tiger?” He spoke those words right out of your throat. You bite your inner cheek nodding.

“Is it true?” You asked with your eyes widen.

He grinned and stands up, putting hands in the front jean pockets he then turns around to you rather amused by your curiosity.

Has no one ever told you that curiosity killed the cat? You’re like a small, tiny cat who can’t keep their nose out of something that wasn’t their business.

It felt rather authentic for you though. Most people are just nosey but you seem to be curious because you want to discover something new.

And that is exactly what Mark likes about you. Your intentions are something he hasn’t seen before. Leaning forward he writes something on the paper and passed it to you, with the same hand you saw the large metal ring with the tiger engraved on it. Grabbing the piece of paper you look cautiously from the paper towards Mark’s dark gaze.

“When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.” He said to you simply.

Just like a tiger he caught you by surprise with how sharp his tone of voice was full of silky seriousness. And then he disappeared into thin air as well. You only looked away for a second just for Mark to be gone in front of you.

Leaving you questioning if you should take the bait and go to his apartment even though that sounds like some kind of messed up plan.

For once you were dreading the sun setting. Getting out of your car you look back at the paper in your hand and then your eyes fall back on the complex building in the front.

The address that brought you to this place makes you both anxious and excited. You have many running thoughts on your journey going inside. Every single muscle contraction meant you were growing close and closer to danger.

Slipping your hand over the doorknob you didn’t even knock, the door opened up with the man revealing in front of you.

Mark heard you from a mile away. He knew you’d come and he was right when you stood in front of him with a stunned look.

You really do make him feel like he’s hunting you down.

“Come on in Y/n, I don’t bite.” Mark smirked seeing your hesitation as your eyes peek inside the apartment before your whole body walks in. Mark closed the door after you fully enter.

There was a lack of trust between you two but for some you are wanting to trust this man. You don’t know why but you know one thing for sure; he has bland furniture. All neutral colours and very modern in his apartment.

You tread carefully and put your purse bag down on the couch nearby as you stand in middle of his apartment. Your gaze follows where Mark was on the wall leaning one side of his shoulders on it, the muscular arms crossed together and the lower body curved towards the right side.

Breathing hitching you feel it becoming a round ball in your throat. “So Mark will you admit that what I know is true?”

You came for the truth only. But to Mark he wanted more from you than just to give you a simple truth. He wanted to take a taste of something much better than any truth could provide him or to you.

The body slips off the wall approaching you slowly while his gaze was rather intense and playful while watching you.

“I don’t think I can prove anything verbally to you.” Mark whispers gaining a closer look at your face and the natural scent of your body blending in with the morning coffee you drank as well as your floral perfume; creating this intoxicating sensation in the nasal passages. Mark could crawl to you just by the smell of your own skin.

Hands slowly moving to your waist pulling you closer by an inch your feet trotting forward in little steps towards his body. “But I can show you how a tiger has it’s fun?” He smirks brushing the hot breath escaping from his mouth down to your neckline, while his large eyes are watching you keenly to see your reaction for approval.

Goosebumps evoked on your skin when the tiniest touch of his fingers kneading on your waist bringing you closer to him made you fall into this trance; a trap in other words you’re not escaping a primal animal’s desire at all.

He lifts his head only a little, waiting for your lips to give him consent or a sign of any sorts. But you seemed to stunned and even timid.

The reasoning of you coming to his apartment wasn’t to sleep with him. But the idea of sleeping with someone as magnetic and attractive as him clouds your judgemental. You’re a smart woman you know that and even Mark knows it; you know your stuff. But you certainly look tempted by the invitation.

The only thing you could think about was how badly you want to kiss his lips in that moment. Swiftly you press your hands up to his jawline and pull him in with a sudden kiss when your decision was made finally. Your sudden lips and the taste of them lingering in the air stunned the tiger but you soon felt his hands clawing at your hips lifting you up with his arm muscles — bringing forward your body against a nearby wall as your mouths clashed like two boulders in action. Fighting for something you would like to say is survival; survival of the fittest.

Grunting at the smallest thing, Mark enjoyed hearing them a lot, even the clawing he did down your back and to cup your round ass made you grind up against his body in a friction. Your reactions were what made Mark’s instincts going up the roof. The inner animal was raging from just how much you do this to him. You look ethereal and vulnerable.

Your tongues are tied like a knot together constantly trying to go back and forth only to end up pushing and pulsing instead. Your hair was a mess from just the heated makeout with the man who did not show you a signal mercy.

Running your hands through his hair was probably the most difficult thing for him. Mark’s sensitive area was always his hair and head in general.

You wonder if it’s because tigers in general have sensitive ears; in fact all cats have that trait. It just made your mind run free whenever your fingers cross over his hair. He always lets out soft noises between the heavy parting kisses with your red feverous mouth.

Deciding that the wall won’t be enough for him or for you in that matter. Mark lifted you again this time turning only a small swift left to the bedroom the door opens enough to keep you in and throw you on top of his bed. Watching your body sink on the mattress wasn’t as satisfying as your arms pulling him on top with your lips connecting again for another passionate kiss.

Your voice sounds like music to his ears, Mark could never get tired of hearing your own heart racing and pounding against your chest either. It might be his favourite sound afterall this time.

“Fuck — Mark, hold on.” You adjust yourself on the bed when his hands slipped over your shirt unbuttoned it down along with your lowering clothing slipping it to your ankles. Mark did not know a single vocabulary word about slowing down. He was an animal. Animals don’t wait they just do whatever they want. Whenever it suits them. Your words were pointless to Mark.

He gave you a look when your hands press on his biceps. You needed a moment to calm your heart otherwise you would feel like this whole moment will not be savoured enough.

Leaning in he gave you a gentle peck instead on your lips. Mark tried to slow down to your liking. Holding himself back was hard when you look like this in your underwear and bra only. With your skin on skin contact too.

“Please.” You whisper. “You really don’t hold back.” You chuckled a little bit. Mark grinned softly at your reaction.

Humming he slowly took off his shirt. “Didn’t Jaehyun already tell you?” He sighs and your gaze looks up at Mark when he mentioned another name. “I don’t settle down for anyone.” Mark mumbles connecting back to your close body again when the shirt fell down on the bedroom floor.

He doesn’t settle for anyone so there is no reason for Mark to slow down for anyone. Mark goes fast for everyone and everything.

Your eyes are glued together as one. Your heart skips a beat when Mark was simply staring at you but it felt like he was chasing you across the jungle if anything.

Seeing your stare he had a feeling you might be thinking about your second options. Mark pressed forward to you.

“You still have the option to leave sweetheart, because I won’t give you this choice afterwards anymore.” He slants his fingers down your forearms and your eyes lift up staring into his own deadly irises.

You breathily sigh. “No I don’t want to leave.” You tell him with a determined look and you press your lips on the side of his neck kissing down to his defined collarbones.

Mark chuckled at your amusing response. You don’t want to run away yet you’re the one who told him to slow down?

“Alright. Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen next.” Mark’s voice was dark and low, everything that had been attracting you to him all along. You couldn’t wait until Mark kissed you again, you’re craving for more and more.

You don’t even know what you’re craving; is it the dangerous thrill? Or is it the fact that there was this biological element that keeps your hormones growing more complex.

Whatever it was your thoughts shatter down like a glass on the ground shredded to pieces creating a map of what you’d call your scattering thoughts. The heat forming underneath the pawing motions of the hands threading your body like a needle, grabbing your perky breasts. Hearing out your grasps and manhandling you into the mattress to a position of what his desires are. You’re nothing more than a rag doll. In this scenario you didn’t know what else to think. You were caving for more.

Escaping grasps when the rough grain fingers rub down to your revealing womanhood. His yellow-ish sharp eyes glow by the excessive amount of excitement. Your insides were much mild to his fingers. But they manage to heat your insides up so much faster. When he pumps them up and down your eyes were trying to squeeze shut.

Mark didn’t want to look away from your precious eyes when he was pumping his fingers inside your pussy walls. He wanted to watch you cry out. To him if you weren’t shouting to the top of your lungs then he did not do a good job. And Mark values his ego and pride of pleasuring women he takes to bed. You need to have a good time, your pleasure means so much more than his own.

And that’s the type of man Mark is. He focuses on you as much as he can. There was a sense of addiction towards you. Mark loved smelling your increasing scent on his bedsheets that you’re sprawled across looking like a desperate prey begging for mercy, but deep down you want so much more. With those aching teary eyes Mark knew you were close to a climax.

But did his hands stop? No. Mark didn’t care if you’re close to cumming. Mark will make you cum thrice if he wants too.

By the next few minutes you’re not sure what’s happened but your mind was fogging out between the lines. The bed sheets were leaking by your juices and Mark’s hand and your pussy were only an inch away from one another. His fingers were so deeply embedded inside of you it’s causing your voice to come out like a strain meld.

“Oh fuck… fuck… Mark I think I came already.” You said the obvious not knowing that was his intention all along. To make you release so much you’re starting to lose train of consciousness.

The tiger smirks fondly by your answer. Mark stretching your pussy out so much just so you can be able to fit him later on.

Pulling out his fingers out of your hole he licks them across his plum lips while gaze on your eyes. There was not much space between you two; your breathes are touching.

“You taste so sweet, Y/n.” Mark deems it. Pulling apart the boxers fell on the bedroom floor and he pulled your ankles down so your legs are spread round the hips.

You’re gawking at the sight of his thick glory shown towards your face. You’re not sure what else to say because your expression said it all.

Mark sultry chuckles watching you was seriously amusing. You don’t try to hide your expression with your widen little eyes. “What is it? Did i leave you speechless already?”

Though it sounds cocky. Which it probably was. Mark had a good reasoning to sound like a complete womanising douche.

He was thick. Thicker than anything you’ve seen before. You’re unsure what to say but you cannot argue with him either. He did leave you speechless. It was embarrassing for you.

Mark took your token of silence so he leans his face closer to give you a peck on your lips. He whispers down to your shoulders aligning his face with it. In a way this was to comfort you.

“Don’t worry Y/n. We aren’t finished just yet.” Breathily into your skin Mark buried the nose on the collarbone as the shape of Mark enters your pussy walls this time it was stretched with a slight burning angle that caused your whole body to tremble by itself. Holding on to the bedsheets underneath your body you feel like you’re floating by how just the tip touching at your velvety skin you’re reacting so much to it. This wasn’t usual. You’ve not experienced something like that before.

It’s nothing like the previous times you’ve slept with a guy before. It’s nothing like that.

In this case it feels like you’re fighting for your life but at the same time you’re submitting to yourself knowing Mark was the powerful one here. The one in charge of the moment. The variable that will never change is Mark. In a sick twisted way you like this. You like becoming the prey. The way you’re underneath Mark as he is thrusting you like a wild in-domestic beast, it’s what you’ve been craving all this time. The thrill of it.

For once you’ve forgotten all about biology. You’ve became it instead. Maybe you’re starting to finally understand how it feels to be stepped on by someone stronger than you. For once in your life that is.

Mark couldn’t get enough of you however. It’s the way your dark hair is floating like strands of ribbons on his bed sheets that smell of you now. He knew that once you are finished it is mostly likely to return to normal life. You’ll probably never hear from him. Or he might never hear from you on that matter — but those bed sheets will have your lingering smell and he doesn’t think he will change them for a while. You’re addictive. Strangely Mark has never been this compatible before with just anyone.

It’s crazy how a simple “come to my apartment” leads to you actually having sex later on. But you didn’t care how easy it seemed. You were enjoying it far too much to worry about the consequences. Mark was far too lost between the creeks of your neckline and the collarbones, his thinly pressed tongue sucks across your beautiful canvas. Your moans are starting to resemble poetry to his ears. As if you were all he wants to listen to on hours end.

The tiger felt every inch of your insides clenching with awe around his shape. It was the way you wrap around so easily. Your arms do the same thing. They wrap around his body and cling onto him forever. Mark wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes only part ajar like a door does only to see yellowish sparkles of phenomenal beauty spreading across the bedroom. Widening at the sight you felt like you’re hallucinating. But when you’ve looked at the man above you thrusting you seen exactly a pair of two golden Iris’ staring down at you with nothing behind those eyes but lust.

It felt as if every muscle in his body extended to his original position when Mark grunts the bottom lip pierced to his fangs. “Oh yes, keeping looking at me like that. Such a pretty whore you are.”

Cheeks grows out in awe when Mark brushed over his fingers into your hair only to press you even more into the mattress digging his clock so deep in your insides you’ve lost knowledge of how far you could last. By now it’s been far too long. Your body’s overdrive is now overheating like a computer would — yet Mark shows no sign of slowing.

Even the way his voice stood still like the sea breeze. You’re at a loss of words.

Pulling at your hair slightly Mark decided to make you sit up a little so he could rearrange the speed of his thrusts to become quicker and sharper. Which only made you gasp audibly loud when you’re held in this position for so long. Your brain begins to fog once again.

Mark groans besides your shoulders, carving his teeth marks all over your body. You’re starting to look like a butchered meat eaten alive by him.

His eyes shift close. “Fuck… that’s it… now take it all Y/n.” You’re starting to see some slowing down when Mark unleashed the folds between your pussy walls. You’re starting to give up the moment Mark leaves you to the brim; looking full and plum like he wanted you in the state.

Eutrophic state of being overdriven by an animal, was all you’re able to process.

Breathing heavily into your skin you’re closing your eyes only a little, but everytime you do that you wanted to drift off to sleep. Eventually you’re wondering if you are asleep because all you see is black with a faded out voice I’m the background calling your name all over again.

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By the morning you’re awaken by your own fine reflection of how much your body actually endured last night.

Your lips part away staring at the front. Teeth marks scattering from top to bottom. You look like a whole different person compared to when you stepped a foot into this apartment.

Your eyes dart around the bedroom putting on your clothes that were left on the floor. You had to make yourself presentable at least once in your life because right now — you feel and look completely out of place. Brushing your hands into your hair messily brushing it out any knots. Then you open the bedroom door and step out. You’re met with a smell of eggs frying in a pan.

Following the scent you’re now approaching the shoulders of a man. Short sleeve tight shirt on flexing out muscles while wearing an apron. You’re filled with some form of happiness when you see that food is being cooked.

You mumble with a groaning stomach already. “Morning. What are you cooking?”

The man turned around with a little smirk seeing you’re already dressed and awake. Mark was expecting you to be knocked out a little longer. At first he thought you died on him last night. You’ve suddenly out of nowhere blanked out. But it turns out you were due in need of much sleep.

Mark pressed the eggs out of the pan and onto the plates. Your eyes following where his muscular arms extend out the plate towards you. You took a seat down on the chair by the kitchen aisle counter. He pressed a smile.

“Eggs and some toast. It’s the best I can do.” Mark announces.

You smiled and grabbed a fork. “It’s fine I’d eat anything anyone makes me.” You wish you could’ve shut your mouth when you said that though, because you maybe held your expectations high for Mark. He cannot cook eggs for the love of God.

The smile drops on your face instantly and you clear your voice a little when you’re sending a gaze back at Mark. You take a bite of the half burnt — nearly black at the bottom scrambled eggs. How do you burn eggs? You’ve got no possible human explanation for this sorcery.

For someone who is made to be a perfect stone with no hard edges; Mark can’t cook.

You might of found Mark’s first flaw.

You trail off mumbling. “Maybe I should cook next time?” Nonetheless you eat it all without a complaint. But you had to jokingly point o it out to Mark. You’re an honest woman. You couldn’t lie to him. It might feed his delusional ego.

Mark scoffs a little and chuckles at the end. “Good idea, Y/n. I can handle the other eggs.” You nearly choked on your chewing. But before you could say anything to him he was walking out of the kitchen area with that giddy smirk on his face as if he’s proud for saying something as outrageous as that.

“I’ll be in the shower!” Mark announces without a care that you’re probably as red as an apple.

You shake your head in disbelief and trail off a little laugh. You have a feeling this might weirdly be the most calming morning you’ve had. You go back to eating your scrambled egg wondering what else you will expect…

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sporadicthingcollection · 7 months

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La faccia infarina (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: In which Buggy swears at a child, draws on his face, and experiences a revelation. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Word Count: ~1.4k. Warnings: Pregnancy mention, childbirth mention, a lot of swearing.

A/N: i'm ovulating so please enjoy an episode of what i like to call Reproducing With Men Who Should Not Be Trusted With Children.

Doing his makeup is much easier when there's no distractions to occupy him. Unfortunately, he's got a big one today and, for once, it isn't you trying to get into his pants.

Though that exact scenario is definitely what resulted in this new distraction. It was either that or the time after the party.

"Don't even think about it," Buggy says firmly.

Keeda grabs a drawer and tries to yank it open. A disembodied foot gently nudges him away. The boy stares at him in indignation, then blows a raspberry. He reaches again, whining when the foot still bars his way.

Buggy raises a brow at him. "Getting fresh, huh?" Another raspberry. "Floor privileges revoked."

He picks the boy up by the collar and plops him in his lap. He squeaks and squeals, trying to squirm away, but Buggy holds him tight.

"Y'know, I liked you better when you were a prop," he says. He swipes his lipstick along his cheeks. "You'd just lay there and make noises and shit yourself. None of this 'trying to kill yourself when I'm not looking' shtick."

Keeda resigns himself to his prison and is now pouting, making little huffs. He glances up with big, pleading eyes, lower lip quivering.

Buggy scoffs. "Don't try that pathos crap on me. I know what you look like when you're about to cry."

A long, low whine makes Buggy falter. Uh oh. He glances down.

Keeda lunges upwards, trying to grab the lipstick. Buggy pops his hand off just out of reach -- this is the expensive stuff. Can't have a baby eating it. Again.

"What's gotten into you today?" Keeda lunges again. Buggy pops his second hand off to cap the lipstick and stick it back in the drawer. "Sheesh, kid. Cool it."

"Bappo," Keeda says with a glare. Baby for pay attention to me, asshole, I'm right here.

A lightbulb goes off. He pulls a bag of pigment sticks from the drawer and dumps them onto the table. "You want your face done like Daddy's?" He spins the boy around to face the vanity. "Pick your war paint."

Keeda scans the selection and, with short chubby fingers, he selects a blue pigment stick. He then tries to shove it in his mouth, but Buggy grabs it before he can chomp it.

Buggy smiles as he regards the color. He was wearing this when he met you -- diamonds over his eyes as he tried to kill you. From hating his guts to fucking him stupid to bearing his child. How times change.

He takes the boy's cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. He can't believe he's still so damn small. A year in and he figured he'd be more... child-sized. Buggy's still afraid a strong breeze will shatter the kid like glass.

With gentle hands, he draws. Short strokes are best on soft, chubby skin with a lot of give. Keeda gazes at him all the while. He's got your eyes, warm and dark as charcoal.

Buggy licks his thumb and smooths out the edges. Keeda presses into his touch like a cat and gives him a smile, one that he can't help but return.

The idea of fatherhood terrified him. Horrified him. He thought about turning himself into the Marines right then and there. If his old captain couldn't do it, how could he be expected to do it? He's not half as competent as everyone seems to believe and you know he's a buffoon. Why would you want to have his kid?

Buggy finishes the diamonds and spins the boy to face the mirror. "Well?"

Keeda squints at himself. He touches his reflection. After a moment of contemplation, he speaks. "Fsshala."

He's been saying that a lot lately. You keep telling him that it's just nonsense babbling, but Buggy knows the truth.

"I agree," he says. "Let's make it flashy!"

He spins the boy back around, making him giggle. Truly the world's most remarkable sound.

He still doesn't have an answer for why you put yourself through nine months of pure terror. Was it your selfish desire for a family? Or did you see a truth hidden deep in his soul, so deep that he had no idea it existed until he held his son for the first time, still bright pink and howling?

Carefully, he traces two long lines up from the tips of the diamonds. He crosses them at the middle of his forehead, curls them into a heart, and adorns it with dots.

As is, Keeda looks more like you. Your dark hair, your dark eyes... and your nose, thank fucking god. He couldn't live with himself if his monstrosity was inheritable.

He was worried at first. How could he be sure that he's your son's father? He trusts you, but there was always that doubt gnawing at the back of his head until a few months in, when Keeda started getting expressive. In every giggle, in every glower, in every grin, there was Buggy the Clown.

Speaking of smiles, his mouth looks a little bare. A nice golden yellow would suit him.

Buggy picks up the pigment stick in one hand and smushes the boy's cheeks together with the other. "Pucker up, buttercup."

Keeda squirms a bit as he paints his mouth, swirling the corners up into cute little spirals. He licks his lips and sputters. "Pfeh!"

Buggy chuckles. "Weren't like that last week. You loved the stuff." He lifts the boy and spins him around to see his reflection. "Now you're lookin' more like your old man."

Keeda stares at himself. He tips his head one way, then the other. His eyes narrow and his brows furrow. He lets out a low, pensive whine.

Oh no. Does he not like it? Is he going to cry? Please don't cry. "Wait wait wait." He turns him around and lifts him to stand on his lap. "Don't get upset--"

A little spark flashes in the boy's eyes. The frown vanishes and he reaches up, tiny fingers grabbing for something.

Buggy's gotten enough hair ripped out to jerk away on impulse. "Something on my face?"

A tiny hand baps him on the nose. Buggy flinches. Fuckin' thing in the way again.

He angles his head, waiting for Keeda to tap what he was really aiming for. And again, he gets bapped right on the nose.

...no. There's no way.

Another bap, this time with an impatient glower. "Isso," Keeda says firmly. Baby talk for this.

Buggy's heart is in his throat as he picks up the red pigment stick. With shaky hands, he outlines the boy's nose -- a cute little button -- and draws a circle.

He swallows thickly. He clenches his jaw. He turns him around.

Keeda's eyes widen, then scrunch into crescents as he lets out a delighted squeal. "Papa!" he says, grinning up at Buggy. He flops backwards back into his lap, giggling and wiggling. "Papa!"

He's not sure how long he sits there at the vanity, listening to his baby chatter happily, but it must be awhile because you eventually come calling.

"Oh, there you guys are,” you say. "You chuckleheads having fun without me?"

"Amama!" Keeda stands in Buggy's lap and waves at you. He points at the mirror. "Issoooooo."

You appear at Buggy's shoulder, grinning brilliantly. "Aw, look at you," you croon. "Did Daddy do your makeup? Or did you get into his shit when he wasn't looking?"

Buggy's voice comes out in a tight croak. "I did it."

"Well, damn, it looks great! You never do my makeup that well--" Your gaze flickers to him in the mirror, and your smile vanishes. "...Are you crying?"

He sniffles. Loudly. "No."

You give him one of your do-you-need-a-psych-eval looks. "Bugs, your mascara's running."

Something hot and wet rolls down to his chin. "No, it's not."

You look at his reflection in the mirror, then back to him. "Either smile or cry. Doing both is freaking me out."

He wraps his arms around Keeda, pulling him close and squeezing him tight. "Fuckin' love you so much, you little shit," he murmurs into his hair.

Keeda squeals and giggles.

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teabutmakeitazure · 20 days

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Roll A Die, Roll A Poison - Evocation and Provocation

>Yan! Aventurine x Fem! Reader

>Word count: ~2.4k

>a/n: before anyone asks, no this isn't a series. I'm just writing a drabble from the same universe this is not an established series. very subtle yandere themes. just wholesome in general. the backstory of this in my mind is not so wholesome

Part 1

Intrusive thoughts typically pop in uninvited and leave just as so. You do not let them stay for long lest they marinate and tempt you to cook them to feast on the ‘delicious’ outcome. However… however, this one has been festering in your mind ever since it made itself known. It has started rotting and mould is certainly growing on it, yet you are still allowing it to decay in your mind, waiting for the opportunity to let it seduce you into throwing it onto the grill.

You shamelessly pin the blame on Aventurine. After all, he was the one who said he’d like to experiment hairstyles on your hair, even going as far as to open video tutorials and search appropriate hairstyles for your hair texture. Unfortunately for him, the moment the blond took off his gloves, you had grabbed your hair protectively and uttered something about not trusting anyone with your hair.

Conveniently ignoring the fact that you were invested in which video tutorial he should follow, you declined his offer with a plethora of silly excuses (seriously, why did you say you’re afraid he might end up tangling it horribly? he treats his hair like his first born child he is obviously not so stupid as to do so). Having been let off the hook graciously by your captor unwilling living partner, you had carried on your merry day completely oblivious to the thoughts silently crawling from the dark in your mind.

Now you are here. Side eyeing him as he sheds off his fur lined coat followed by his hat. He turns around, looking at you as he discards his rose coloured sunglasses. The former two are placed onto a chair while the latter is placed on top of them. Irises more vibrant than those glasses remain fixed on you, and you grimace at the way the corners of his eyes crinkle from his smile.

That never happens outside these four walls. He never smiles like that outside.

Though you are lying on the bed with a book lying open over your chest, he makes no move to turn the situation into something intimate. Perhaps all his previous failed attempts have finally taught him something. Or maybe he’s just enjoying the view of you on his bed. He’s a simple minded creature after all.

Aventurine chuckles when you continue giving him a weird look. “You look relaxed.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Ouch.” He turns to the dressing table. First he takes off his wristwatch then his rings. The other accessories follow, and you strike when he least expects it.

“Aventurine,” you call, “I need something.”

He turns to face you instantly instead of looking at your reflection in the mirror like he usually does. At first he searches your face for any hints of what your request could be, yet his gaze drops to the cover of the open book lying on your chest. You close it and place it beside you face down promptly, cheeks burning because it’s one of those smutty romance books that he absolutely does not need to get access to.

Aventurine raises a brow at your antics, but humours you nonetheless. “This is rare. What would a beautiful woman like you need? I hope I’m not lacking in taking care of you.”

“I do agree that your knowledge is lacking in regards to women, but my request is… well, not something typical of me.”

He grows more curious, moving to the foot of the bed as he undoes his thigh garter before moving onto his belt. The two are placed onto the bed before he urges you to continue.

A nervous gulp precedes you voicing your request. The edges of your lips are stopped from scowling at yourself. “I need… I wish to have some time with your hair. There’s something I wish to try out.”

The reaction you receive is him unbelievingly blinking at you. His hands remain over the buttons over his waistcoat, frozen with twitching fingers. “My hair…?”

You sit up, nodding. He recovers quickly, clearing his throat. “My, that’s forward of you. What do you wish to do with it? You aren’t planning to turn me bald, are you?”

“As hilarious as that would be, no.”

“Then?” The waistcoat is unbuttoned, and he is currently shrugging it off. “If I am going to give you some time alone with my hair, it’s only fair I know your intentions.”

You swallow your pride, cursing yourself for tossing such rotten food onto a skillet. “I… I just want to braid it.”

Aventurine looks at you.

You look at him.

Aventurine continues looking at you.

You look at his waistcoat halfway down his arms.

Aventurine blinks at you.

You do not blink back.

“Is that it…?”

You nod at his question, and he clearly looks like he’s holding in a laugh. “My my. You’re being bashful as though you’re asking me to marry you,” he grins.

“This is worse than marrying you.”

“I’m glad to hear you changed your mind on nothing being worse than being mine forever.”

A glare is directed his way. His ability to remember your words is downright disturbing. Nevertheless, he places his waistcoat on the bed before crossing his arms. That damned smile is back on Aventurine’s face. The smile he has when he’s brewing something in his mind. Something that you would definitely not want to ingest.

“On one condition,” he raises a finger. “I want something in return.”

You raise a curious brow. “What would that be?”

A response is not given right away. Instead he peels off his gloves, placing them next to the waistcoat on the bed. Then, he tilts his head at you before voicing his price. “I want a kiss. On the lips more specifically.”

To say you choked on your words would be an understatement.

He taps his lips with his bare hand, and you make a horrible cringing face. “With tongue would be preferable.”

You shake your head profusely at his demand. What does he take you for? “Absolutely not. Anywhere but your lips is fine. Don't make me regret trusting you enough to ask you for something.”

“Aw.” Aventurine visibly deflates, eyes falling to his discarded waistcoat on the bed. “We've kissed before. I didn't think… wait. You said anywhere but my lips.”

A different meaning of your words comes to mind, and you slap your palm over your mouth in horror. If that devious smile on his face is anything to go by, he's having ideas. “No. Don't get ideas. I do not mean what you think I mean.”

“Relax. So no kiss?”

“No.”

“Not even if I bat my eyelashes all pretty?”

“No.”

He sighs, loud and dramatic on purpose to rile you up. “I still remember the last time we kissed. It felt like you were eating my insides.”

“You had forced it upon me by kissing me first,” you accuse. “I know your games now.”

A finger points in your direction, accusing yet remindful. “I admit I kissed you first, but you kissed me back harder. You were the one who started using your tongue.”

“It was a spur of the moment thing! Don't compare that to now.”

Aventurine sighs wistfully, as though he’s remembering a fond memory. To him it is, but to you it is not. “Don’t be shy,” he coos. “I remember. We were alone, and you were absolutely into it.”

A phantom sensation of his hands all over you returns, the image of his eyes seemingly more vibrant before he closes them and kisses you again accompanying it. It heats your cheeks and renders you unable to hold eye contact with him. Regardless, you clear your throat and try to negotiate again.

After what seemed like forever, he finally settles with a kiss to the cheek as his payment (he declined your insistence to kiss his hand instead). Alas, Aventurine had another demand. To receive his payment after you’re done with his hair. Which brings you here.

He sits cross legged on the bed while you remain kneeled on the mattress behind him. It’s hard to braid his hair. The longer parts are uneven since it’s longer on his right, so you thought you would attempt a messy bun with whatever braid you could make. Unfortunately, that did not work out. The layers poked out and it was mostly just hair poking out and less braid.

A sigh and you try again. “You good back there?” Aventurine’s question is shut down with a harsh ‘shush’ and you return to your battle. Out of pure frustration, you grab the brush and brush back all his hair despite the tangles and the way his head gets pulled back with it.

“Hey, be gentle!”

You simply tut. “This is how mothers make their daughter’s hair in the morning before school. This is a core childhood experience recreation. Savour it while it lasts.”

The pout is evident in his voice. “You’re simply making excuses for being rough.”

All of his hair is grabbed into a half-assed ponytail. Bangs are still poking out and a lot of layers from the side are too short to even be grabbed into it. Seriously, how intricate is his hairstyle? How does the barber even maintain this?

You let go of all of it. Fingers shake the hair to let it settle according to his natural hair pattern, and when you’re satisfied, you pick up a small section from near his bangs. You don’t grab all his bangs, only incorporating some of them and leaving the rest to frame his face.

An idea pops into your head, a good one this time thankfully, and you start creating a dutch braid from there. When you reach the nape of his neck, you realise your mistake and undo the braid just an inch. Then, you try to incorporate the longer strands of his hair into it, yet when it simply pokes out instead of being tamed, you settle with ending the braid at his nape with a low ponytail.

The braid is loosened a little for volume, but you retract your hand when a few strands start poking out. He’s been surprisingly quiet, you note. However, one peek at his face and you see that his eyes are closed.

They instantly open, already side-eyeing you.

“What the hell!”

He chuckles. “What?”

“That’s creepy! Don’t do that again,” you grimace. Aventurine doesn’t seem to mind. He even seems amused.

“So,” he drawls, “may I see the finished product?”

You take a good look at your work. Honestly, his hair is so soft and pretty you’d ask if he could grow it out a bit just so you could braid it more freely. You wouldn’t of course, but it doesn’t hurt to think about it.

You dismiss him, “You’re free to look in a mirror.” As expected, he gets up right away, going to the dressing table and looking at himself with widened eyes. He inspects your work, fingertips gently running over the braid trailing from near his hairline to his nape. The hair in a ponytail is brought to drape over his right shoulder, and he smiles, satisfied.

More of his face is visible with the wispy bangs, but you have to admit. He looks gorgeous. It’s almost unfair that he’s pretty.

“Now then…” Aventurine turns to you, a smile on face as he continues. “My payment for allowing you to have your way with my precious hair.”

On the other hand, you sigh. “I make you pretty and work hard, yet I still get punished. Where’s the worker’s right’s association now?”

“Gone. Decimated. My kiss, dear. Now.”

Your curiosity has led you to this. As you slowly get off the bed and move closer to him, he watches you with attentive eyes. It is when you stand in front of him that he smiles, body language obviously impatient.

Out of simple desire to be generous, you first cup his face then dive in to kiss his left cheekbone. When you pull away after the quick peck, you’re surprised to see his cheeks slowly turning red.

You blink at him in disbelief. “Are you… are you blushing?”

Unfortunately, he recovers quickly as always, deflecting it to you despite his flustered face. “The woman I love just kissed me. Of course I’m going to blush.”

Now you are at the receiving end of embarrassment. It’s unfair. It’s so unfair how he’s still able to stir up feelings within you. It’s unfair how you still care about him. It’s unfair how you can’t let him leave the house without having a proper meal, and it’s unfair that you still send him the same “stay hydrated” sticker on his phone everyday when he’s not around you.

It’s unfair because you want to hate him so bad for what he has done, but you can never forget the questions he used to ask you whenever you both spent time together. They were hushed and quickly brushed off, deemed insignificant after you gave your answer and dubbed “just messing around”. You can never forget them because you know he meant them.

He meant every single one. He just didn’t want you to peel away the layers of his person.

“Woohoo. Aventurine to [Name]? Is there still a signal?”

You snap back, gaze rising from your feet to his face. “Wow, I really lost you there,” he says. “Come on. The kiss wasn’t that bad.”

“You’re right,” you breathe out. After a few seconds of thinking, you excuse yourself. However, as soon as you are out the door, Aventurine’s concern turns into curiosity as he promptly grabs the book you were reading earlier off the bed. A picture of its cover is snapped, and it is placed onto the nightstand.

Unbeknownst to you, Aventurine downloaded a pdf and started reading. Not without taking a picture of your master hairstyling skills of course. While you were regaining your bearings in a different room, he had been searching up summaries and key events of the book.

Perhaps you might be in for a different game next time.

#yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #yandere aventurine #yandere aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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hi! um idk if you've done it already but please write about brat tamer! jake 🛐 yk he's into the whole thing. you misbehave or tease? you're in for it 🥵

OH ur right

jake sully + brat-taming hcs-

• i canon that he's not a "brat tamer" in its cliche, but more a soft!dom brat-taming, if you get what i mean

• the basis for his sexual life is that he pleases. he pleases, but he pleases for him, and for you, but ultimately for him

• compare him to quaritch, and you'll see what i mean; there's no real sadistic quality to jake, or a need to be 'in control' so much as guide and lead you where he thinks you'll like (and where/how he wants to see u, but i don't think we're all ready for that nasty yet)

• that said, when you act up he'll still take great pleasure in establishing some daddie!boundaries, ngl. it stems more from a place of intrigue and paternalistic care than anything else. if you bat his earnest caresses away, or send a disgruntled glare in his direction, he'll just want to know why

• jake's pretty confident in meeting your needs, and has all the proof necessary via his past experience with other partners in his human life, and the prior intimate moments between him and you; e.g. your moans and squeals, and the sheer amount of pussy juice that he's slurped up since he first met you,

• so it's more that he's interested in pursuing this seemingly left-field bratty development from you. it'll often start with his quirked eyebrow, some squinted eyes and a small amused (yet partially confused) open-mouthed smirk, bc what hasn't he done to make you cum all over him already?

• jake'll then become incredibly hesitant. less so in an insecure, introverted way, but more in a cautious and observant manner; despite the external murk that comes with him figuring out what could make you react as you have, he's internally pretty delighted bc this means you're only getting more comfortable with him,

• more willing to experiment, and express yourself and your feelings to him. even if it's in a snide, uppity, slutty and bratty manner sometimes

• after some particularly sassy backtalk from you one that can't be dealt with later by his tongue, or fingers, or thick cock he'll just falter his movements ever so slightly, watch you a little more intently, and let the amusement settle in

• he's amused, and eager to fix it. that's mostly the energy that develops when you go full bratty on him. some "....everything..ok, babygirl..?", or "hm..now, you know i don't like when you talk to me like that.", or maybe even "...uh-uh, now what did we say about backtalk, huh? *tsk*" often roll off his tongue, accompanied by some extra patronizing and pseudo-sympathetic hums of disapproval, and maybe some shaking of his head if you're in a more public place

• it also depends on the disobedient behavior, bc if it's more on the teasing end; e.g. bending over extra low, exposing your soft, slickened pussy, or slurping on some fresh fruit, letting the warm, sticky juices dribble down your open mouth, he doesn't really give a shit

• behavior that stems from dissatisfaction, on the other hand, gets to him much more. if he's receiving complaints in the form of pouted lips, little lacklustre head-shakes and huffs of lust-tinted boredom, he'll have something to say and do about it

• but he loves to observe and figure out what exactly is wrong before making any moves gotta put that marine expertise to good use. he figures there's little point in jeopardizing his soft!dom position by sexual shots in the dark, if you will

• therefore, he'll just become extra vigilant to look for clues, and eventually figure out what's on your mind. to him, it's usually a finger, cock, mouth or pussy thing though. if you squeeze your thighs together, or squirm and quietly whine apropos of nothing, he'll deem it a pussy problem

• likewise, if you subconsciously start suckling on your fingers, maybe pushing them in ever-deeper until you're silently glucking and choking on them, little moans and gasps escaping you, he'll know it's a cock issue

• or, if he catches a glimpse of your bright-eyed stare in his peripheral vision, raking over his vast, broad blue form, sucking ever so gently on your bottom lip - eyes glazed over, lulled and mesmerized by whatever erotic daydream you're occupied with, he'll know for sure that it's a mouth and finger thing.

• that means he'll begin to make his way over to you, maybe subtly, maybe more obviously, and just try to coax you out of your bratty shell a bit

• some little smirks, doe-eyed looks and sidling up nice and close to you, skin on skin; perhaps snaking his long, toned forearms and biceps around your waist, or intertwining his legs with yours

• all the while planting some light hot-mouthed kisses to your neck or collarbone, brushing his hair against you, or nuzzling into your exposed skin.

• he could go full strict dom on you, but he's always more partial to playing good cop, so slow and steady encouragement for you to communicate what it is you want, that's his go-to, "...talk to me babygirl..you can do it, tell me what's on your mind..",

• "you remember what i said last time, don't you?...if you wanna feel good, you gotta talk like a big girl...ok, sweetheart?",

• "...now, i don't know what's wrong, but this tantrum of yours isn't gonna get you anywhere, alright?...don't make me do things i don't wanna do now, ok?...'cause i know you can be a good girl for me."

+reqs open as usual <3

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rascal-xo · 1 year

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Hi :) first of all, I already made a request for you a month ago. And I was very happy with the outcome of it. So if you are bored sometime in the future, here is another request:

Its Holidays (You can choose which, I believe spring would be cool because it would probably rain) and the whole 141 are by their family members. So since Ghost got none, he stays at the military. Since the reader is new in the crew she doesn't know that he always stays at there.

You came home late from a mission which took longer than expected. You go to bed and can't sleep so you decide to make tea and you are surprised the you meet Simon there. You tell him that you don't have a family too and it gets kind of angsty. From then on you could decide how the story goes on...

Are they just sleeping together on the couch or is it going to continue in a more smutty way? Who knows?

Thanks in advance 🪸

When It Rains, It Pours | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader |

Chapter Summary: You and Simon happen to be the only two on base during spring break.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of loss, trauma, a bit of sexual undertones.

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m so happy you liked the last request I wrote for!! I hope you enjoy this one too :)) Might do a pt.2 so lmk 🫶🏼

PT. 2 HERE

You had just returned from a 2 week long grueling mission, and the rain was pouring down on you as you stepped off of the plane, and onto base.

It was almost night, and the sky was gloomy and dark. You're were still wearing your gear, and the weight of it had been pressing down on your tired muscles, making them ache even more.

Your head was pounding, and you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. You let yourself look up at the sky and let the rain wash over you, feeling the cold drops soaking through the layer of your clothes that weren’t covered by the vest, and let it seep onto your skin.

You were exhausted and sore, but you knew that you had done your duty and completed the mission. Despite the rain and the fatigue, you felt a sense of satisfaction that came from knowing that you had gone through with your orders successfully.

Laswell had a lot of hope on the line with you as the new Marine recruit for the 141. Herself and Captain Price had picked your file from the dozens of qualified soldiers.

As you stepped inside the familiar lodging’s building, you were met with a silence. You dropped your duffel bag, then remembering you would the only one here.

The team had all been given time off for the spring holidays, to go to their respective homes and find some rest. You on the other hand had taken on more work instead, not having the ‘luxury’ of something to go back to.

It was better that way. You would be far more comfortable here where you had a sense of security on base, even if you were alone.

You made your way to your room, shedding off your gear and leaving it in a neat pile by the door. You could feel your muscles relaxing just from the act of removing the weight from your body.

You decided to take a warm shower to ease your sore muscles, hoping it would also help to clear your head. You turned the faucet on and stepped into the warm stream, feeling the hot water wash away the grime and dirt from your skin.

Taking your time in the shower, not wanting to rush the experience, you washed your hair, feeling the suds massage your scalp and the warm water rinse it away. You ran your hands over your body, feeling every inch of your skin, enjoying the sensation of finally being clean.

After what felt like an eternity, you reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. You walked over to your small closet and grabbed a random Marine labeled t-shirt that you had around from your BMT trainee days. You slipped it on and felt the familiar comfort of the cotton against your skin.

Despite the warm shower, you found yourself unable to sleep. You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in your chest, and the sound of heavy rain hitting the roof only added to your restlessness.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally gave up and sat up in bed, letting out a frustrated sigh. You rubbed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion weighing heavy on your body, but your mind refused to let you rest.

You decided to get up and make yourself some tea, hoping the warm drink would help soothe your nerves somehow. As you made your way to the kitchen area, you were lost in your thoughts, trying to gather your uneasiness.

You didn't notice another person hunched over, sitting on the couch until you were only a few feet away. Startled, you let out a gasp, and Simon looked up at you, his knives in his hands.

"You scare easily, Sergeant." He spoke, teasing yet absolutely serious in his tone.

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone else was here." You answered softly, before going to find any sort of tea you could make. Unbeknownst to you, Simon watched you going about your business, trying not to let yourself make eye contact with him.

As you busied yourself with making tea, Simon remained silent, observing you with a keen eye. He had been on a mission as well, but he had managed to complete it earlier and had returned to base before you, staying true to his callsign.

After a few moments, he stood up and walked over to you, his knives left on the coffee table where he had been cleaning them off. "Why aren't you home, Sergeant." His voice was deep, but his eyes held a glint of curiosity.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you wanted to open up to someone, but something in his demeanor made you feel like you could trust him. "There's no home to be at." you admitted, taking a sip of the hot tea a little too quickly before it had cooled, making you bite back a hiss. "What about you?"

Simon took a moment to consider your question, his expression unreadable. "I stick around here, Sergeant." he finally replied, not going any further into detail. "Can't sleep?" You leaned back against the edge of the counter, a couple of feet in front of the Lt.

His demeanor was a bit more relaxed than you were accustomed to seeing him. His heavy camo and skull mask were replaced with sweats and a plain black balaclava, only revealing his deep brown eyes. For the first time you could clearly see his tattoos, with his sleeves pushed up to his forearms.

"Can't catch much of it these days." You spoke, letting the hot mug rest in your hands. You could feel his piercing gaze on you, while you tried not to meet his eyes.

Simon remained silent for a moment, taking in your words. "Doesn't get much better if you're always this tense, I'm afraid." He might not have been joking, but you found humor in his blatant honesty.

"I'm not the tense one." You claimed back, a small tired smile playing at your lips. It was strange yet comforting to have someone else here, especially that someone you had never really spoken to before. outside of a professional setting.

He suddenly walked up closer to you, taking the mug from your hands and placing it on the counter. "Turn around." He asserted. You wondered if his field voice was just his all-the-time voice, but nonetheless you followed his direction.

He wasn't completely what had gotten into him so suddenly, seeing you in the kitchen barefaced and vulnerable to your surroundings. He had taken a keen liking to having you on the team, but even more having you to himself.

His hands found themselves on your upper shoulders, causing you to jerk a little. He immediately felt how tense you were, but being under his touch didn't exactly lighten that sensation.

Simon began to knead your shoulders, you felt the tension melting away. He worked his way to your arms, his strong hands working out the knots and kinks in your muscles. You couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as you leaned back against him, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into yours. It felt wrong, letting your Lieutenant touch you like that, but it felt too good to stop.

"You don't have to, Lt-"

"Simon." His voice was low this time, soft, but he didn't stop. You suddenly felt self conscious, realizing you had failed to put on any pants under your t shirt that was coming down your upper thighs.

Your heart started racing a bit as you tried to subtly pull your shirt down, hoping to cover more of your legs. Simon must have noticed your movement, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he continued massaging your arms, his touch firm yet gentle.

His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone so strong, and you found yourself relaxing into it despite your initial reservations. As the tension in your body continued to melt away, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Simon's unexpected gesture.

After a few minutes, his hands gradually slowed down and eventually came to a stop. You turned around to face him, feeling a little bit awkward but also strangely comforted by his presence. You weren't sure what had just happened, but you knew it was something you couldn't ignore.

Your tea had gone cold, being the last thing you could think about in the moment. You stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. The air between you heavy with unspoken words, and for a moment it felt like he was seeing right through you.

You finally broke the silence, "Si-" Which was suddenly cut off by his mouth coming down onto yours.

Your mind went blank for a moment as you felt Simon's lips pressing against yours. The sensation was both familiar and foreign at the same time. You had never imagined that anything like this could happen between the two of you, but now that it was happening, it felt almost inevitable.

You tentatively kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss. It was like a floodgate had been opened, all the pent-up desire and attraction suddenly spilling out between you.

As you pulled away, gasping for air, you both looked at each other with a mix of surprise and intensity. This was new territory for both of you, and you weren't quite sure what to do next.

Who knew something so wrong could feel so right.

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PLEASEEEE IM BEGGING DO NSFW HEADCANONS FOR CORAZON🙏🏻🙏🏻 Something about big tall men turning into putty over the slightest touch makes me SCREAMMM😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

(I love ur work btw!!🫶🫶)

Rosinante (Corazon) Dolflamingo NSFW Alphabet

Black Fem Reader in Mind

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Right after sex he immediately holds you, the main part of his aftercare is reassuring you if you’re okay and how well you are. One of the last things he ever wants to do is not make you feel validated and comfort around him. So he’ll light up a cigarette and place you on his chest, his long fingers running up and down your nude back to cup your butt as you’re buried in his neck and he is whispering in your ear.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands, not really a reason why but he takes good care of them and they’re so surprisingly soft.

He loves your thighs. So jiggly when he plays with them and whether you have a thigh gap or not he loves to use them as a heater for his naturally cold hands

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He practices safe sex so in a condom is where he finishes, sometimes thought when he just wants to feel you he pulls out and sprays all over your tummy, it’s usually a lot so close your eyes because he may land on your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to take charge in the bedroom. He has seen you upset and he’s so embarrassed to admit you turn him on when you’re eyes are fiery red in anger, cussing up a storm and yelling. He wouldn’t ever try to be a brat and make you shut him up, in fear you may not understand, but he just wishes one day you climb on top and demand what you want from him. Bet he would have the prettiest whimpers<3

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had his fair share in the marines and before meeting you. They were all one night stands and maybe 2 serious relationships, but he did learn a lot from you on how to pleasure both you and himself so he’s pretty good and what he does. Clumsy still, but good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He really, really, really, really, really, likes positions where he is fucking up into you. Like A LOT. He doesn’t know what it is but you’re so easy to hold up against a cold (shower) wall and just have your legs wrapped around his scared waist and fuck as much as he can.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a natural goofball so there are some moments where the sex is just so unserious. He tries but sometimes little things would occur like him hitting his head on the headboard or cumming way too soon and he panics. It’s always fun and sweet though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He grows a little kore than average, its a pretty dark brown happy trail as well. It’s very attractive if you don’t care about hair, but if you want him shaved just let him know, he may let you shave it for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they duruing the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries. He does, he really wants you to feel special, but he would fail horribly sometimes by either putting himself on fire trying to light candles or almost dropping you while carrying you to the bed. If you’re a good sport about it you can cheer him up and let him start over<3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He stilk does it the same amount he did before he met you. Which isn’t a lot, if he really needs it though and you’re too busy for him he’ll go to his room for a moment and take care of himself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Big boy is actually very vanilla. He is a simple man so he isn’t really into much, he does however have a praise kink, moreso giving than receiving, he loves letting you know how well you’re taking him in.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ironically the shower/bath. He only takes them with you and 9/10 it turns into steamy sex. You do however only fuck him in he is sitting down because the pure thought of him slipping and falling while you both are naked makes you terrfied

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

How you look at him. He’s such a flustered baby all you need to do is give him eye contact and maybe a few lingers if the hand on him and he’ll be wanting to take you somewhere private.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will say no to a lot, hurting you, choking you too hard, slapping your face, or degrading you. You’re his Queen and he’d much rather die (no pun intended) than to harm you.

Pegging.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LOVE LOVE LOVES to give. Your thighs are his favorite earmuffs and your pussy is his favorite meal. He’s so sloppy with it and a few times he has held his cigarette to his hand while eating you out….looked kinda hot.

If you go down on him he’s so cute and whiney. He can’t help but to buck into your mouth going “w-wait wait! Baby…” when he’s already came but you still suck and lick through his orgasm

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He takes the pace be default slow and long strokes, but he never likes to bottom out. he’s LONG and BIG so he tries his hardest to not hurt you. Just give the baby a little reassurance and he’ll be able to move in the pace you desire.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. Much rather take his time, the most of quickies he’d do is go down on you or let you sit in his face before he leaves. Sex with you is always something he values to make sure it’s memorable each time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No. And whats funny is even when he uses his power yall have still almost have gotten caught by Law which is VERY EMBARRASSING on his end so he will always prepare the bedroom or bathroom with the door LOCKED

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As long as you like sweetheart he won’t stop until you had your fill.<3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

…it’s embarrassing how many toys he has. For you. He even has a cock ring that he wants to use on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t too innocent to NOT tease you, whispering in your ear how good you look and how badly he wants to fuck you as you sit on his lap and taking a sip of his coffee as if he didn’t say anything is his specialty

He however loves to be teased by you! Your boldness will always get him riled up. He may even act bratty so you can put him in his place.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Well like i said he uses his power alot when you both have sex so you both are loud sluts, but Cora…

Top 5 prettiest moans. It’s so …pretty. You can actually cum from the sound alone if you have a voice kink he’s such too good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can speak Spanish and his accent change is really attractive. He moreso speaks it when he is upset.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s what 8-9 feet?…..man…he like 9-10 inches MINIMUM. Very long, uncut, light fleshy pink, one long blue vein on the top and yes it blushes. Hence why he likes to go slow, he knows what he’s packing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s pretty average. He won’t never say no to some time of making love with you though. On average you both have sex 4-5 times a week including quickies

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesnt go to sleep until you’re well, clean, and in his arms as he smokes one last cigarette, you faintly heard it but he has sung to you while kissing your forehead as you rested on his bare scared chest, telling you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece x female reader #donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinate x reader #donquixote brothers #Rosinante #one piece smut

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do you take requests🧍‍♀️

LMAO I don't know if I would write full versions of these, but I can do some short snippets of each!

I. writer! Todd and vampire! Neil neighbours

Nicolas bared his teeth – and they were not just flashing white as Andrea had seen, but long and pointed, and curved like the canines of wolves. And they were no longer white, but slick and dark with blood. Of course. What a fool he had been. Nicolas moved closer and put one hand on Andrea’s throat, one cold relentless hand, so that they could both feel his pulse jumping between them. Behind him, pinned to the metal wall, Clara’s stake lay clenched in his hand.

“No, no, no,” said Neil cheerily across the space between their balconies, “you’ve forgotten that Andrea wears that necklace.”

If it had been six months ago, Todd would have – and had – turned red, snatched his laptop off the flimsy table, and scuttled away into the sanctity of his own apartment, imposing a state of self-exile from the balcony for several more weeks. Fortunately it was not. He twisted around in the chair, shot a half-despairing glance at Neil’s grinning face, and asked, “Have you never heard of privacy once in your entire life?”

“I have many times heard of l’intimité,” said Neil, grinning wider, “and of einkalíf, and even yǐnsī. Privacy, however. That’s a new one. Pri-var-see. Is that how you say it?”

He was incorrigible. Todd had discovered quite early on in their friendship that Neil had had some huge measure of life experiences which allowed him to come up with a rebuttal to every situation, and even earlier on that allowing him to run his mouth in French was a dangerous thing to do to himself. He was best humoured. “You’re in a boasting mood,” he said, pulling the laptop towards him. “I’ll bite. What’s wrong with his necklace?”

“You’re the one writing with your screen brightness all the way up on an open balcony,” said Neil mildly, but acquiesced when Todd shot him a threatening look. “Sorry. Lips sewn. Anyway – whatever gory hand-to-hand combat scene you’re working on there can’t go if he’s got the necklace on.”

“Well, why not?”

“It’s a fish,” said Neil, with some measure of surprise.

Todd fixed him with a look. “Neil, Andrea is a marine biologist.”

“A marine biologist wearing an ancient symbol of Christ around his neck,” said Neil. “Nicolas – he’s the vampire, yes? – he wouldn’t be very partial to that, I imagine.”

“A fish?” said Todd, surprised. “Well, it's not exactly a cross.”

“Hurts just as bad,” said Neil, making a face. “I mean, I would reckon. You know the ichthys actually predates the cross by two centuries? Bit more power to it, wouldn’t there be?”

He squinted and turned around fully. In the faint light spilling from his flat – the light from his flat was always faint – Neil looked loose-limbed and relaxed, draped over his balcony with his customary easy smile on his face, and his perpetual air of someone who knew more than he was letting on. Infuriatingly, the air was alluring at the best of times. But there was no hint of a lie or a joke on his face. “How on earth do you know that?”

“I’ve got time,” said Neil, “I read.” Then, with a shrug affecting casualness, “Could come over to yours and explain it more to you, if you want.”

“Well,” said Todd, and then, “well.” It had been six months they had known each other. He supposed that was enough time. But it had not happened before. For a moment a terrible feeling of anxiety overwhelmed him – something prickled over the back of his head like a hood, and a cloud crossed the moon, so that for half a second all was plunged into darkness. He shuddered. But then the clouds cleared and a ray of light struck Neil’s face, and illuminated it for him; he looked a little bit sheepish and a little bit pale, with nervousness perhaps. His hands twisted, one after the other, on the railing of the balcony. He was looking determinedly down. “I suppose it’d be helpful,” he said, and Neil looked up with a smile, suddenly blinding.

“Really?” he said.

“Well, don’t make me recant the offer.”

“Of course. Invite me in?”

He jerked a thumb in the direction of the door, standing up. “No,” said Neil, in a voice that was soft but carried nevertheless, and filled with laughter. “I’d like to hear you say it.” He was full of odd little idiosyncrasies like that, and despite himself, they were all endearing.

“You – are – ridiculous,” he said, punctuating each word with a movement; standing up, shutting the laptop, tucking the chair in behind him. “Are you recording that, or something? Come on over to the door. Of course you can come in.” He left Neil’s smile and the laptop behind him and slipped back into his flat, to stack the cushions back onto the sofa and check his hair in the mirror.

It did not occur to him until much later the point that should have been obvious from the start – that their balconies were much too far apart to see well, and that his screen brightness, despite Neil’s insistence, had not been turned up all that much at all. But by that point, he could no longer quite bring himself to care.

II. vampires! Todd and Neil forced to plan museum heists

Languages tended to blend into one another these days; they evolved so much over these many hundreds of years that dialects, once sisters, became distant cousins, and then ceased being on speaking terms altogether. It was awfully difficult to keep up, at least without looking like a fool or a grandfather. Despite that, some languages had, throughout the years, impressed themselves onto certain parts of Todd’s moods. Corsican when he was feeling playful, Old Norse when he had just woken up or was particularly vulnerable – English for almost everything else, except in those rare cases where he felt something unimaginably distressing had happened, or that some unforeseen calamity was tearing at the bounds of his reality, demanding to be given voice and a few more vowels. In those cases it was invariably French.

“Merde,” he said, staring in dismay at the display case, “oh, merde.”

“Fill de puta,” agreed Neil gloomily.

Staring back at him was five sheets of stained paper, covered densely from margin to margin in a scribbling hand he knew very well, seeing as it was attached to his wrist. They had been arranged with the utmost care on a transparent support, and although he had not read the contents of the label next to it, he could, very clearly, see its proud, bolded title: The Met Museum presents – “His sweet mouth”: Love Letters Through Time.

“Fill de puta,” Neil repeated. This time with a touch more horror.

“That must have been one of your letters,” said Todd faintly.

“The first time I used the phrase,” he rejoined, “le Roi Soleil was already dead.” He gestured at the line before them that read 15th century, exact date unknown. “That was you. Remember?”

He remembered, unfortunately, in excruciating detail. That had been a particularly thrilling night – a young man, one of Borso’s hanger-ons – a moonlit chase through the Castello Estense – him and Neil had been younger then, and had spilled more blood than was strictly necessary in the process. But it had been wonderfully romantic, and shortly afterwards, when Neil had gone off to Venice to do something with alum and Todd had remained in Ferrara, he had sat at his desk and remembered the moment; their hands and mouths meeting in that dim corridor of the Castello, the soft chimes of their laughter, the taste of the courtier’s sweet blood lingering still on his tongue. Enamoured, and in a mood much more befitting to a youth, he had written the letter and sent it off with a kiss.

It had been well received at the time; Neil had come back from Ferrara early and they had gone off for a third honeymoon in Milan, and stayed until the whole business with Galeazzo Maria had forced a quick escape. When asked where the letter had gone Neil had only assured him that he had kept it, with the kind of dashing prince’s bow he had favoured at the time. Looking at him now, both of them were remembering it.

He looked a little closer, just making out a particular line of Italian which had not been fit for public company in 1469 and was certainly not more so now, under hundreds of thousands of visitors’ eyes. “You said – ”

“I may,” said Neil, a little shamefacedly, “have lost it.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and added ruefully, “1844.”

He put a hand over his eyes. “The Oregon Trail?”

“It was quite windy.”

He pointed accusingly at the letter, and Neil winced. “Not windy enough to destroy the damn thing.”

“Well, it could be worse.”

“Worse!” One or two people looked over; he pulled Neil with him into the corner of the room, away from the damning glass display cases. “Neil, not only has our property been stolen – ”

“Lost.”

“Yes, because you lost it. Not only that, but now thousands of people are looking at it under this – damn – ” Lost for words, he pointed at the sign above them as they had walked into this particular exhibition room, reading, quite damningly, Eroticism and Sensuality, 1300-1550. He took one deep breath and compressed all the forcefulness and anger into a single, low, “Merde!”

“It was quite a good letter,” Neil offered. “I was flattered. Particularly the passage about my – ”

“There’s nothing for it,” Todd decided, firmly cutting him off. “Does Charlie still have all of his equipment from the ‘60s?”

“Good God,” said Neil smilingly. The good thing about having known each other for over a thousand years was that, at this point, they could have been the same person; he had not surprised Neil in quite some time with his actions. “You don’t mean to break into the Met?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

Neil blinked at him slowly, and pulled him a little closer, so that they were pressed close enough together to be mistaken for young lovers. A middle-aged woman pushing a stroller shot them a smile as she walked by, and Todd smiled back, close-lipped. “I certainly haven’t been arrested in quite some time,” Neil mused.

“And you can’t be hung for it any more,” Todd pointed out, putting his head on his shoulder. “The stakes are exceedingly low. Neil, I really do want that letter back.”

When he looked up at him again he was smiling; the wide flashing smile which exposed all his teeth and the fangs jutting sharp onto his bottom lip. The light in his eyes had long since died but in the reflected glow of the spotlights they looked almost alive again, and dancing with mischief. “Well, if you wish it,” he said. “Then I can’t say no.”

Notes:

I: languages Neil uses in succession: French, then Icelandic, then Chinese. Take all the stuff about the icthys with large grains of salt - I did like 3 seconds of research for this and it was all on Wikipedia! Also I do think Andrea wears specifically the icthys, and not just any old fish.

II: Todd is of course using French, but Neil uses Catalan. Maybe I've been reading too much Aubrey-Maturin. The Borso mentioned is Borso d'Este - highly recommend reading more about him if you like Quattrocento things. Similarly Galeazzo Maria is of course the real Sforza who was assassinated in 1476!

#sorry about the delay i was sleeping + debating the merits of consuming jesus' stigmata with some friends. you know how it is #anderperry #dead poets society #anderperry fic #tristan writes #thanks for (sort of) requesting! it was nice to stretch these particular writing muscles #tristan stop bringing everything back to Quattrocento courtly dynamics challenge. failed #ask

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Egon

Chapter 2 - Provide

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader)

Rating: 18+ for explicit smut.

Synopsis: Ghost asks you about your past.

Notes: I had every intention of making the beginning of this chapter a slow burn, but then it turned into smut. I have no regrets. I read somewhere that someone was disappointed they didn't see more of Ghost getting his dick sucked. I am here to please. 🥵😉 Ghost making fun of readers southern slang is HILARIOUS and you can't convince me otherwise. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 3?

Word count: 6.7k+

AO3

You were definitely caught off guard the next morning when Ghost had asked you about your experiences in the United States Marine Corp.

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When you woke up hours later, your entire body was sore. Your legs and arms ached, your head was pounding and your entire face was congested. Odd–this was something you usually considered when you were out in the field. It was pouring down rain all day yesterday, and it was cold. You got soaked at one point. And the fire you lit did little to warm the old dilapidated shack you were staying in. So naturally, you caught a nasty cold overnight.

As your eyes softly flutter open, you can't see much. It's just before dawn. Dark and foggy, making it almost pitch back. But you can feel the brisk morning air kiss your cheeks. You can hear the frogs croaking outside. Apart from the frogs singing, it's quiet. Peaceful, almost.

You stir gently, trying to stretch your aching bones when something comes to your attention. You're on your side, facing the door. When you lay your arms down, you feel something heavy and bulky slunked over your side. There's no sign of any blankets, but you're warm. You're enveloped in warmth, actually. You can feel something hot and gentle fanning the back of your beck. The bed shuffles and buckles a little in the middle when the weight behind you moves.

It was then, you put two and two together. Ghost is pressed against you, arms around your waist. His crotch is up tight against your ass. The front of his massive thighs are touching the back of yours as he holds you firmly in his grasp. Even in his sleep, he seems protective. You don't think he's awake, judging by the gentle and steady way his chest is rising and falling. His breathing is calm. This was a little unusual for him–you think. In these situations he usually stays up on guard. You almost never got to see him sleep. In fact, you don't think you've ever seen the man sleep, or even close his eyes.

Something warm blossoms in your chest. A feeling you're unfamiliar with. It lights your cheeks up, and brings an involuntary smile to your lips. You're trying hard, really. But something about this mysterious, dangerous, man feeling comfortable enough with you to let his guard down and fall asleep makes your head buzz with excitement. Your face is properly red now as you lay there defenseless in his arms. There's another thought in the back of your head that causes a new reaction, but this time below your waist. You've seen this man hold down and kill some of the strongest warriors in the world. Yet here he is, holding you gently in his grasp. Clinging to you like he hasn't felt another body like yours his entire life–which could be entirely possible.

You start to ache down there again, arousal starting to seep from your cunt and pool in your underwear. Your underwear. Wait, underwear? You suddenly remember; the last thing you did last night was collapse on the bed after he finished inside you. You don't remember cleaning up, or getting dressed. You don't even remember climbing into the bed.

But there's a sweet smell on your skin. Even though the shack you're staying in is old and dilapidated, it doesn't smell bad. Which makes it much easier to smell yourself and him in these close quarters. The smell is familiar, something like lemon and flowers. You take a quiet breath in, trying to debunk it. And then you recognize it. The smell of your hygiene wipes. You glance over at your bag. It's open, with only the bags for your military grade hygiene wipes pulled out and sitting on the floor next to it.

You stare at the bag for a few minutes, completely dumbfounded by the idea that just crossed your mind. Your mouth is open slightly, letting air gently flow in and out. Ghost cleaned you. He cleaned you. He took the time to meticulously wipe you down with your hygiene wipes to ensure you were comfortable. You know what dried seamen feels like. It's awful, it can make any woman feel dirty and uncomfortable. He understood that. The thought is embarrassing honestly. To picture this hulk of a military man spreading your legs to clean you. A woman of your caliber, being cleaned like a child. But it also sparks more adoration for him.

You've seen them both from him now.

Protector.

And provider.

There's something absolutely vile about the way your core instantly starts throbbing at the thought of him caring for you. Something so sweet, coming from a man people thought was so evil. A misunderstood, heartfelt man behind an intimidating mask.

You shift a little, trying to rub your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to ease the throbbing between them. The bed buckles slightly and you hear his even breathing change. His chin grazes the top of your head and the arm around your waist stiffens slightly as he slowly starts to come out of his slumber. A loan groan rumbles deep in his chest as the arm around your waist starts to move. You look down–he has his sleeve rolled up, exposing the bottom half of his arm covered in tattoos. The large visible veins covering the limb make you absolutely fucking feral.

His hand slowly starts to move from the mattress next to you, to your stomach. His large palm flattens and splays across you. He covers your entire belly. That same hand begins gliding up and over the ridge of your curves. He starts at your waist, then slides down to your hips and lands on the outside of your thigh. During his minstations, he doesn't make a sound. But you can feel something hard starting to press against your ass.

His hand starts to glide back up, slowly mapping every curve along the way until it ventures back down to your tummy–like he's trying to burn them to memory. From there his palm flattens again, but it starts to slide up. When he reaches just under your breast, a soft moan slips through the mask before he pushes forward and envelopes your breast in his hand. His hips gently start to rut against you.

The colossal hand squeezes down gently and lazily, kneading the squishy flesh there. Instantly, it makes both nipples rise to attention. Your breath hitches when his soft ruts on your rear stop. He takes his massive thigh and moves it to gently nudge your leg. He pokes his knee between your thighs and lifts your leg with his, slotting his thigh perfectly against your clothed cunt. He's warm there too, you discover. That warmth accompanied by his thigh pushing up against your core sends shivers down your spine.

He still hasn't said anything, but his breathing has picked up. What feels like an iron rod is pressed against your butt still–his thigh begins rubbing and putting pressure on your cunt. All while your breasts are being fondled by his big hands. He pulls you closer to his chest, lifting you slightly so he can get his other arm under your side and use that hand to assault your other breast.

His hips grind on yours while the thigh pressed to your cunt drives deeper, making you clench around absolutely nothing. His pointer fingers and thumbs come together on both breasts to tease your nipples, rolling them between the leather of his tactical skeleton gloves. You begin to let sweet whimpers fall from your lips, which encourage Ghost to continue. His head comes down to the nape of your neck. He opens his mouth and softly bites down on the sensitive skin there through his mask. His breath comes out hot and heavy under your chin.

You begin to roll your hips in time with his movements. You bring a hand up to steady and brace yourself on his side to start grinding down on him. He halts the movements of his thigh and lets you start to chase your own release. His hard cock throbbing painfully in his pants. His fingers continue to play with your nipples as you grind down on him. He groans, eyes half lidded and full of lust. He's watching closely.

"Mhm. Use me, sweet girl." He finally says.

"Simon–" you whimper.

"Shh." He hushes you. "Focus."

Slow, steady and determined rolls of your hips on his leg start to make your lower tummy burn. Ghost watches you, mouth agape under his mask as your hips slowly and purposefully circle up and grind down on his appendage. Your legs attach at the ankle behind his legs, making it easier for you to stay steady in your movements. Your tiny fingers dig into his side as you clutch onto him.

You're no stranger to this dance. Your hips know what to do. Whether you're on top, riding him–or in this exact situation, grinding down on his thigh. Your curves move achingly slow in presentation for him. He curses under his breath, hands squeezing down hard on your breasts now–like he's holding onto you desperately. Like he's holding himself back.

The final straw is when you whimper his name in the sweet tone of yours again–a sweet, lustful cry of his name that makes his brain short circuit for a moment. His hands quickly release your breasts. They shoot down your curves to your waist and grip your hips tightly. He begins to help you grind on him, bringing his own hips and his aching cock to your rear and humping you in time with your own movements on his thigh.

"Fucking hell." He grumbles, his voice deeper from sleep. His covered cock pokes the soft lumps of your ass. "Needy little girl. Aren't you, Sergeant?"

You can only manage a broken whimper as he continues to pull your hips back and forth on his thigh. The muscles in your lower stomach start to stiffen–that familiar feeling starting to arise again. Your breathing picks up, and your moans become desperate as your orgasm rapidly approaches. He holds you so firm and strong, pulling you down on his thigh like it's the only thing in the universe he cares about in this moment. Your belly is pulling tight again, causing your throat to shudder closed. You start repeating something, but you're so far out of it you can't discern what is.

Ghost can though.

Simon. Simon. Simon. Simon–

It's not the movements or the grinding that finally sends you over the edge though. It's his strong hands anchored on your hips. It's his big firm body pressed tight against yours. It's his cock pressed to your rear. It's the desperation in his movements. It's the feeling of his hot, labored breaths on your neck. It's the moans that slip from his lips. It's the selflessness–how he's only getting you off in this moment.

White hot please shoots up your spine as your orgasm rockets through you. Your entire body erupts in goosebumps, shivers making you shift and brace yourself. Your face presses into the warm fabric of the mattress, fingers leaving Ghost to dig in next to your torso. Your moans get swallowed by the dirty fabric there. Ghost's hands stay attached to your hips as your thrusts slow and eventually come to a stop. You lay there, catching your breath as Ghost does the same behind you.

After a few moments, one of Ghost's hands comes up to flatten on your back, rubbing all the way up to your neck, and back down. He does this for a few minutes, soothing you from your high. On the last run, his hand comes up and locks around the back of your neck. Strong hands force your head to turn right and up so you're facing him. His fingers lace through the hair on the back of your head. He pulls you close, his neck cranes down so the fabric of his mask over his lips is ghosting yours. He breathes hot air against your face and his eyes lock on your exhausted expression.

"Get dressed." He whispers to you.

His cock is still hard, you can see it from here.

"What about yo–"

"That's an order, sergeant." He interrupts.

His voice sounds absolute. You don't speak, but his hand holds you there for a few more moments before he finally releases you. He unwraps himself from you and climbs over. Heavy feet land on the wooden floor when he sits on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he starts to tighten the straps on boots.

You lay there for another brief moment, watching him from behind. Tired hues scan from his waist, all the way up to his shoulders. His back is massive, tight muscles constricting under his black hoodie as he moves to stand. He walks to the pile of his gear on the floor. One by one, he starts getting set up again. First comes his layered rain jacket. He zips it all the way to the top. Then comes the harness that fits around his waist and thighs. The vest comes last, followed by the mountain of weapons he has.

Your eyes quickly shoot to the side when you see him glance over at you. Embarrassed he caught you gawking, you began to crawl out of the bed. Tiny feet hit the floor and you stand, making your way over to your own pile of gear on the floor. You can feel him watching you as you adjust your underlayer of clothes. The tight undershirt he had just fondled all morning is getting pressed down against your curves, showing the lines of your sculpted belly and belly button–it gets tucked under the buckle of your jeans. You reach up, combing through your hair with your fingers and pulling it into a loose ponytail at the base of your neck. You follow the same order as him. Boots, jacket, harness, vest, weapons.

His eyes are on you still, making you shiver. You feel incredibly bad. He was still achingly hard in his trousers when you finished and then he just…got up. Why would he do that? Sure, last night he came inside you. But, he still made you the priority. And he did the same thing this morning. It's not fair, you think to yourself. He was your commanding officer though. Not much you could do to fight him.

As you finish tightening the last strap, you hear the microphone on your earpiece start to crackle. You stop what you're doing immediately, dropping your hands to the floor and snatching the headset. You place it over your head, bringing the microphone to your lips.

"This is Egon, do you copy?"

"Egon–this is Soap. How copy?" Comes a familiar voice.

"Ten kilometers west. Moving out now."

"Are you with the Ghost?"

"Affirmative." You say, glancing over at Ghost who is standing tall, hands resting on the top of his vest.

"Copy. Rendezvous at the meeting point. Stay safe out there, lass."

"Copy." You return before pushing the mic away from your face. You turn fully to face Ghost, who is already on his way towards the door.

He pulls the door open, holding it with his foot while he pulls the rifle off his back and points it outside. He bends his knees, easing out of the doorway and starting to sweep the area. You follow suit, doing the same. It's nice out today, the early morning sun shoots beams through clouds as you and Ghost make your way towards the city.

It's quiet too. The sound of your boots hitting the cobblestone streets are all you can hear as you and the Lieutenant approach an abandoned SUV. It's old, probably the early nineties. Ghost is in front of you. He sweeps one hand up and motions for you to take one side of the vehicle while he takes the other. The windows are tinted, so you're going in blind.

First you sweep the outside. Then you both approach the second row doors. Your hand lands on the handle with a gentle thud, Ghost following quickly behind. With your other hand, you pull the mic down to your lips.

"On the count of three." You whisper to him.

"Roger."

You begin counting, heart pumping with excitement.

One.

Two.

Three.

Your fingers curl tightly around the handle and yank it open. You immediately let go and bring those digits back down to the trigger on your rifle. Ghost does the same, sweeping his barrel from left to right, making sure the vehicle is empty. You have a good idea the car is empty, both you but do the same procedure for the front just in case. When you determine the car is in fact abandoned, Ghost jumps in the driver's seat and you take the passenger. His hulking figure takes up most of the room in the small foreign made SUV, but you can't complain when he works his magic and manages to hot wire it.

The engine fires right up and he shifts it to gear, putting all four wheels into motion.

The plan is to drive ten kilometers north, directly to the coordinates Price gave you. It's probably somewhere in the middle of nowhere, where he is able to call in one of the helicopters to land. He usually opts for dessert–that's your best guess.

The drive so far is bumpy–the old SUV not being the smoothest of rides. You're looking out your passenger window when Ghost's voice catches you off guard.

"What was it like in the United States Marine Corp?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the road.

You're shocked, to say the least. This is the first time he's ever inquired about your past experiences. You glance over at him, eyes locking on the hard part of his mask. Your cheeks are rosy from the brisk morning air–lips slightly chapped from the lack of hydration.

"Uhm. It was…tough. I guess." You speak softly, watching his fingers curl around the steering wheel.

"I've heard that branch of the American military is particularly hard on its soldiers."

You look forward, thinking back on your experiences there. You were just an eighteen year old girl when you joined. It was a hard decision to make, but it was one you had to make for your own safety.

You lower your head a bit, lost in thought. Ghost takes notice and glances over at you through his peripherals.

"It was, yeah. Probably because I was so young when I joined. It's what I needed, though."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I needed the discipline, and the real world experience–needed to learn how to defend myself."

His hands glide over the steering wheel as he makes a turn. Silence fills the air for a few minutes as Ghost closes in on the rendezvous point.

"Discipline–" he huffs humorously. "--you wouldn't know discipline if it bit you in the arse."

You chuckle softly. "What can I say? Guess that's the American in me."

"Got that right. Bloody disrespectful people you are."

You laugh out loud this time. "Disrespectful and stubborn are two different things, Ghost! I am not disrespectful!"

He doesn't respond, but you like to think he's smiling under that mask. You look over at him, a smile of your own plastered on rosey cheeks. You really want to ask him about his past, pick his brain. You want to know why he is the way he is. Why he's cold, calculating and fierce. Surely there's a story or two behind the mask, but you can't bring yourself to ask. For fear you may disrespect him.

"Besides. I was told my disregard for authority was one of my best qualities when Price recruited me."

"Is that right?" He asks.

"Mhm."

"Price is a cunt."

You laugh again, white teeth splitting your mouth open as you turn to hide the subtle blush turning your cheeks even more red. Your breath fogs the class as you glance out of the window.

"I reckon he probably says the same thing about you."

He scoffs. "Quit talking like your parents were cousins."

"That was vile, sir." You say, pressing your hand to your cheek and continuing to laugh. "And uncalled for."

Ghost snorts, one hand leaving the steering wheel to lay on the center console between you and him. The cab starts to shake when he drives off the beaten path and into some rough terrain. The ground is made solely of rock, large ones. Which sends you both ricocheting back and forth in the vehicle. What feels like an eternity later, you approach a wide opening where you see one of the standard military helicopters. Ghost pulls up a few feet away and slams the vehicle into park. Not even taking the time to shut the car off, he opens his door and jumps out. You follow.

You walk next to Ghost's towering figure. When you approach the ramp and jump on, Soap is immediately out of his seat to see you in.

The ramp starts to close and it's hard to hear anything over the helicopter's blades. Your hair whips violently until the ramp closes completely and you're both inside with the rest of the team, and then some. You notice a few men standing towards the front of the large copter. One of the men locks eyes with you and you can't help but stare back as he nods softly.

Soap approaches Ghost first, slapping his hand on the much larger man's arm.

"Took your sweet ass time with that one, didn't ya boss?"

Ghost tilts his head to the side, eyes glancing over towards you. You lock eyes with him immediately, heart rating increasing as his stare bores into you.

"We had some setbacks. I straightened them out."

Soap knocks his shoulder and grunts. "That's why we love the Ghost."

Ghost's eyes don't leave you as you move back to take a seat on the metal bench attached to the haul wall. Soap approaches you soon after, spreading out and getting comfortable.

"Who are the guys over there? I wasn't aware we would have guests." You whisper, laying your head back and turning to look at Soap.

"Alejandro and his team. Good guys. They'll be helping us from here out." He whispers back.

"You're sure we can trust him?"

"Positive. We worked closely with him on a mission you weren't involved in a while back. He's good people."

"Okay. If you trust him, I trust him."

Soap shifts in his seat, leaning closer to you. You can see past him. Ghost is still standing, meaning against one of the haul walls with his massive arms tied over his chest. It's too dark over there to see his eyes, but you swear you can feel them watching you.

"I tried to reach you last night. Why didn't you answer?" He whispered.

"What? I never heard the comm turn on." You respond, eyes flashing back to Ghost for a moment before they land on Soap once more.

"Multiple times, actually. You had me worried, lassy."

"Sorry Johnny. I was just tired. And Ghost was having issues with his all night."

"Won't happen again, yeah?" He says, giving you a serious look.

You grin. "You can't order me around, Soap. We're the same rank."

"Would you listen even if I was your superior?" He countered.

"Fuck off." You say with a laugh, moving your hand up to flatten on his face and push him away playfully. Soap grins and moves back into his original position next to you.

"Where are we headed?" You ask, fumbling with one of the pockets on your vest.

"New mission tomorrow. Alejandro is taking us to his headquarters to detox and debrief. Then we're out at dawn."

You sigh. "Another mission already?"

He nods, his hands softly patting his thighs as he closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall.

"As long as there's a shower. I didn't get to use the one at our safehouse last night." You say.

"Why?"

"Because it was a shack attached to the house and it was freezing." Sarcasm evident in your tone.

"Excuses, sergeant."

You roll your eyes and sit back again. The rest of the flight is quiet. With the occasional soft banter in the background. Everyone seems pretty exhausted. Which is fair, this mission lasted almost seven days. You were happy to have the twelve hours being given to rest up. You stayed with Soap the entire flight there, but you were a little uneasy. The entire time, you felt Ghost's eyes watching you intently through the eye holes on his mask.

You were relieved to jump off the helicopter when it finally landed.

The "headquarters" in question looked to be nothing but an abandoned warehouse, in some kind of oil district. When you and the rest of the team walked inside, it was bare bones. But it did appear to have a running function. There were couches, chairs, tables spread out. There was a large projector screen on one of the empty walls. And there was even some workout equipment positioned in a corner of the facility.

Alejandro walked everyone through a large bay door which led into what used to be the office part of the facility. He pointed out that there were five or six open bedrooms, and a couple open showers. All in their own enclosed rooms for added privacy.

You immediately jumped at the shower opportunity first. Quick to get out of your dirty clothes, you let the warm water run over your aching body. Your soaked hair sticks to your face, neck and back as you run soapy fingers through it. You lather yourself in soap, hands running down your body until they meet at your lower tummy. Your hand slips down and between your thighs to where you ach the most. You run your fingers through your folds, getting every nook and cranny clean. A soft sigh leaves your lips.

A naughty voice in your head says you wish he hadn't cleaned you last night. You wish you could feel reminiscent of him here–feel his cum dripping down your leg. You still feel awful for not helping him get off this morning–not like you could do much. When he ordered you to get ready in that definite tone of his. You couldn't say no.

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't hear the door creak open. You stand there behind the curtain, letting the water soak you while you think back to last night. The feeling of his lips. The feeling of his hands. The feeling of his cock, buried deep inside you. You're so lost in that moment again, that you actually gasp out loud when the light suddenly shuts off. You whip your head around, squinting to try and find any source of light. Your wet hands grab ahold of the shower curtain to try and open it but you're startled when a large, naked hand clamps on top of yours.

"Taking bloody forever in here, sweet girl." Comes that familiar deep baritone cutting through the darkness. "I'd like to get clean too."

"Simon–"

"You're wasting all the hot water, sergeant."

You can't see him, it's still pitch black. But you can feel the cold air from outside rush in when he opens the curtain to step in. His large form pushes you deeper inside, boxing you in the corner under the stream of steamy water. You hear him close the curtain completely and he steps closer to you.

"Come here." He orders, a large hand coming out to wrap around your arm.

"S-simon. You…you don't have your mask on."

"And it's pitch black in here. Any other obvious observations?"

You swallow, stepping slightly closer to him.

"You–You're okay with this?" You ask in a whisper.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips. His hand tightens around your arm and yanks you forward, your body crashing into his. But he catches you, in those strong arms. Fuck, you never thought you'd feel his naked body but here you are–pressed against his broad chest. The hairs there are soft and comforting.

"I trust you wouldn't do anything to break the confidence I have in you, sergeant."

A large hand comes to your lower back and pulls you closer. His other hand comes up to your jaw and caresses it, that thumb moves under your chin and points up, getting your entire head to move with it. You feel his hot breath ghosting over your lips again as he leans down. Water is running down your back as his hand starts to slide up and down, feeling every inch of skin there you have to offer. Your hands find their way to his chest, and slide all the way up to the back of his head. Fingers lace through the silky hair at the base of his neck as he leans down to finally lock his lips on yours.

You let a soft whimper fall into his mouth as he kisses you. His hand leaves your chin to trail down your sides and join his other on your back. Your tongues begin the same erotic dance they did just last night. You wonder if he knows how talented he is with his tongue. How he knows exactly how to please you with it–almost like it's second nature to him. His head twists to the right and yours twists to the left, opening wide to take his tongue again and again and again. Soon his movements start to become more erratic as arousal takes over. His hands move from your back, down to your ass. There he squeezes and kneads the soft flesh as he continues to kiss you.

Your thighs are rubbing together now, your core heating up at his rash and desperate movements. You can feel his cock hardening against your stomach as your hands slide down from his head to land on his chest. He pulls you closer with his hands on your ass–so close you can feel his cock throbbing with excitement.

One of his hands slides off your ass to come around front. Slowly sliding down, his fingers eagerly find your weeping cunt and sink through your folds. It's happening so quickly you can't compose any words, he steals the breath from your lungs. Calloused fingers rub down through your slit to collect your arousal and he coos when he feels how wet you are.

"All this for me, little girl?" He whispers into your mouth.

You moan for him, legs becoming weak when one of those wet fingers comes up to start rubbing strong circles over your clit. Slowly–achingly slowly–he continues to circle over that sensitive and abused bundle of nerves.

"Simon–"

Your hands hold steady on his chest as he continues to rub your clit. The steam from the hot water makes the air dense around you.

You desperately want to please him. You know that this pleases him, letting him have his way with you. Listening to the moans he causes coming from your mouth. Feeling the wetness he creates between your thighs. But you want to pleasure him. You want to please him in your own way. You want to give him a break from all his hard work.

"Simon, wait–"

He doesn't listen, just continues his assault on your wet cunt.

"Simon, stop–"

You feel him hesitate for a moment, and his movements slow down. He huffs out a hard breath like he wasn't breathing the entire time he was playing with you.

"What? What's wrong?" He asks, out of breath.

He removes his hand from your cunt, and you can feel him slowly take a step back. You're worried he thinks he did something wrong, so your hands reach up to grab his neck.

"Absolutely nothing–" you say as your fingers slowly start to dig into the thick muscles there. He groans. "I want to suck your cock. Will you let me?"

His breath catches in his throat, your fingers continuing to massage the muscles on his neck. You bring one foot forward, starting to guide him back against the tile wall of the shower. He actually lets you, which is surprising. He grunts when his back makes contact, but you continue distracting him with rubbing his neck. You stand on the tips of your toes to try and kiss him again and his hands come to land on your waist. You come close, but then decide to let your lips hover over his. Your hot breath fans over his chapped lips as his hands search for you in the darkness.

"I want your cunt." He mumbles against your lips.

"You can have my pussy anytime you want, Simon. I've made that abundantly clear by now. You've been so attentive to me, let me do something for you."

You rub strong lines up and down his neck with your thumbs, digging into the taut muscle there. He moans this time, and you feel his cock jump when you mention he can have you anytime he wants. He slowly begins to give in, the hands on your waist letting go and dropping to his sides. He gets tired of you teasing him and smashes his lips to yours, giving you one more juicy kiss before pulling back to let you slide down his body. Your fingers release his neck and start to glide down his chest. Your knees bend and your hands follow, coming all the way down his chest, to his abdomen, his stomach, and then landing on his strong thighs on either side.

His cock falls down heavy, large and attentive to you. Your knees make contact with the wet floor and you settle there between his legs. Your cunt throbs when your hands come together at the base of his cock, thumbs and pointer fingers trying to wrap around his girth. You can't, you discover. He's too thick for even both hands. You swallow down a moan when you feel him twitch. He's waiting patiently for your tongue. You sit down on your ankles, head bowing to meet the tip of his hanging cock.

All the muscles in his body tense and he hisses when you open your mouth and your tongue slides under his shaft. Your wet cavern envelopes the tip of him, lips closing over his shaft and you pull back, sucking as hard as you can. His hips buck involuntarily, sending his cock a little farther in your mouth. You groan, eyes squeezing shut as you adjust to his size. His hand comes to rest on the back of your head, fingers lace through your wet hair.

You dive back in, swallowing around his cock and starting to bob back and forth. Slowly, of course. You do your best to take as much of him as you can, but it's difficult. He's such a large man, it was no shock to you to find he was large down here too. His hand squeezes and pulls you forward on his cock as he lets a particularly loud moan leave his lips.

"Fucking hell, woman. That mouth of yours—"

He's caught off guard when you nibble down on him a little bit. One hand leaves his shaft to reach down and cup his balls. You squeeze them gently and you feel the top half of his body hunch over. His fingers dig into your scalp.

"Fuuuuuck." He moans. "Fuck, I wish I could see you right now–that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."

You mmm low in your throat and continue working at him. Your fingers softly tease his balls, while your mouth brings him a pleasure he hasn't felt in a very long time. Your soft tongue laps up every drop of pre-cum from him and you swallow it all. His hand is pushing you further down. You can feel it shaking slightly.

"Bloody hell. Can–can I fuck your face sweet girl?"

You nod against him, your other hand leaving him to trail down between your thighs. A sweet moan vibrates against his cock when your fingers find your clit. A thumb begins rubbing soft circles there while you trail your pointer finger down to slip inside. You pump yourself at the same rate as your mouth takes his cock. Back and forth, back and forth. In and out, in and out.

He hisses when he realizes what's going on. He loses his patience and balls his hand into a fist at the back of your head. He growls when you moan out his name against his cock. He pulls you forward and then back. Pulling himself off the wall, he braces above you and slowly starts thrusting into your mouth. You open wide for him, tongue staying tucked underneath to give him that extra pleasure. His hips pick up, rutting into your mouth as he tries to go as far back as possible without hurting you.

He can't get all his length in there, but he doesn't care. He continues fucking your mouth with as much of his cock as he can fit.

"Christ." He moans

He pushes a little further, feeling the tip of his cock press against the back of your throat. Your eyes squeeze tighter, tears welling up in the corners as you try and take more of him. Only, you find that you can't–you can't help it when you gag around him, his swollen tip hitting the reflex there at the back of your wet cavern. But you keep trying, like the soldier you are. You keep fighting for the resolve.

The sound of you gagging seems to spur ghost on because he starts fucking you faster. His movements start to become erratic as he approaches his orgasm. His breathing is heavy and labored. The hand tangled in your wet hair tightens even more and holds you steady. You continue rubbing tight circles over your clit, little fingers pumping inside. Now that you've had him inside you, your own fingers do little to nothing to please you. But you soldier on, your own high approaching much quicker than you expected.

He knows what you're doing–he's holding himself back. He's waiting to hear your release before he lets himself go.

You moan against his cock when hot pleasure snaps through your lower body. Your legs shake, and you almost fall forward but Ghost's strong hand holds you up against his cock while he continues to fuck into you.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl."

He groans, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth. His cock is starting to pulse, and his movements come to a screeching halt. His breathing is heavier now and he bends down, abdomen buckling as he shoots streams of his white hot cum down your throat. You take it all, throat opening to accommodate him.

He takes a few moments to gain his composure, standing up tall in front of you. His cock slips from your mouth and drops against his thigh. The air is filled with nothing but your combined heavy breathing and both try and ease down from your orgasms. You stay seated on the ground, and Ghost takes a few steps back. His back touches the wall and his legs give out, letting him slide down and take a seat on the floor across from you.

"Christ woman. Where have you been my entire life?" He asks, still slightly out of breath.

You feel a gentle smile across your lips. "I could ask the same of you, sir."

He chuckles, and you start to scoot forward. You blindly find your way between his legs. Little hands find his chest and you lean up to press a tender kiss to his lips. He lets one hand fall to your lower back to hold you against him. You continue kissing him for a few minutes, enjoying the aftershocks of your high. You sit there between his legs, feeling his warmth. When he removes his lips from yours, you let your head drop to lay in the nape of his strong neck. His head falls back against the tile.

"Water is getting cold." You mumble against his skin.

"And?" He snorts.

"Well, I'm already clean. You're the one who's gonna suffer." You say, letting the grin on your face make an indent in his skin.

He groans, turning his head to the side to let his lips touch your temple.

"Insufferable woman."

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How I Paint Things - Part 2

Part 1, all about working in subassemblies, is available here.

Priming minis can seem somewhat easy at first glance. You just spray, and you are done, right ?

Right ?

But any miniature painter with even a small bit of experience can tell you that things can go wrong real bad, real fast. And f-ing up your mini from step 1 is more frustrating than not finding the keys of a chastity belt !

Fortunately, there are quite a few tips, tricks, and good habits you can follow to mitigate that kind of bad experience. So let’s go over it.

Why prime to begin with ?

Priming can seem like a bother, but try painting over bare plastic, and you will understand real fast how not enjoyable an experience that is. It also makes for a less durable paint job overall, so don’t cheapen on that crucial part !

With which color should I prime ?

A surefire way to start a heated debate between miniature painters is to ask which color is best for priming (and if you want to start a century long war, ask chuds which color is best for priming female space marines!). Since I’m not here to settle any of those questions, I will simply list the pros and cons of each available options. That way, you can choose which fits you best.

There are basically 4 options :

Black primer :

Advantage : Even if you forgot to paint some parts of your mini, with a black primer, it will just look like the missing part is in the shadows. It’s especially useful on minis with some hard to reach parts, like inside of capes. With black primer, you can just prime and forget.

Disadvantage : If your scheme uses bright or pale colors, you will have a harder time basecoating and will need more layers to reach full opacity.

White primer :

Advantage : Perfect for bright or pale colors or with paint that cover like ass (yellow, some pink, some dark green, etc.). You will basically cut the basecoating time of those colors in half.

Disadvantage : Contrary to the black primer, if you forget to basecoat some hard to reach parts of your mini, it will stick like a sore thumb. Another disadvantage to keep in mind is that acrylic white paints in general are pretty finicky (it’s due to the white pigment being is « bigger » than other pigments, from what I understand), and there are more horror stories of botched white primer than black primer (texture when the primer dries, etc.), so it’s not the safest option.

Grey primer :

Advantage : Almost like white but less capricious or prone to bad texture.

Disadvantage : Slightly less drastic than with white paint, it can still stick out a bit if you forget part of your mini.

Specific colors primer :

By that, I’m talking about the primers dedicated to a particular color scheme, like Ultramarine blue if you paint smurfs.

Advantage : If you intend to paint loads of minis with a similar color scheme, those kinds of primers can be a real time saver, even if the hue isn’t exactly the one you want in the end.

Disadvantage : Same as for white and grey, with the caveat that it will look less jarring by being the same color as the dominant color of your color scheme.

Since that series is title « how i paint thing », I must say that personally, I prime almost every single one of my minis black, even when I paint bright or pale colors. Overall, I find the white primer making parts you forgot to basecoat stick out more of a pain than having to paint a few more layers over black to reach opacity. I would advise you to try both the black and white primer to experience it for yourself, you might have a different impression though

I won’t go over the zenithal priming method, I personally don’t use it, but basically you prime white and then spray some white primer from the top. Never found that method useful since I never use any contrast type paint.

Spray can or brush-on primer ?

Both are fine. A spray can is faster to apply than by brush, but by brush, you aren’t bound to the weather anytime you want to prime your minis, and you are almost guarantee to not have to deal with weird textures.

I personally mainly use the Chaos Black primer from Citadel which, while more costly than other brands, never got all weird on me.

As for the brush on primer, I use the one from Vallejo. It even comes in black, white, and grey !

Overall, I tend to use both spray cans and brush on primer in tandem. What I mean by that is that I try not to over prime my minis with the spray can to avoid speckles and weird textures, meaning some parts of my minis are sometimes not primed enough. I then simply correct things by brushing on additional and localized primer. That overall process isn’t very long and guarantee speed and effectiveness.

How-to use brush-on primer ?

Like standard paint, you apply a few coats. Two is generally more than enough with black primer, you don’t need to reach full opacity, what matters is having primer over every surface, even if it’s a bit thin. Then, let your primer cure 24h in a dry room before painting.

You can also use those primer in an airbrush (basically they are made exactly for that purpose to begin with) and you get all the advantages of the spray primer without most of the inconvenient. You still need to clean the airbrush though.

How-to use a spray can primer ?

It might seem pretty easy at first glance, but it’s probably the trickiest part of that whole priming process, seeing how finicky those spray cans can be.

Here are the key things to keep in mind to have the best chance of not messing up :

One, don’t cheapen on the shaking ! When the label says you must shake the can for 2mn, it’s for a reason. So work those arms and count the seconds sloooowly. When in doubt, shake a bit more. That way, you will both have a great priming experience AND huge biceps !

Two, always prime outside, not in your garage, even if it’s well ventilated, otherwise, you run the risk of intoxicating yourself with the fumes. Those are no joke, and the best way to mess up priming a mini is going into a coma.

Three, never prime when it rains. I will later explain a way you can circumvent humid and cold weather, but rain can truly mess up your work, so don’t even try (obvious, I know, but hey).

Four, always apply a first squeeze of the spray can on some piece of cardboard before doing it on your mini. That way, if the spray can do something weird (it can happen when the muzzle dry badly), you will know right away and won’t damage your precious minis.

Five, prime your minis in short bursts, not too close (15/20cm) and try to slowly rotate them (or move your hand) to catch all angles. Don’t forget to prime from the top and the bottom, it’s often the angles that get forgotten.

Six, don’t overprime ! A slight bit of grey isn’t a problem, as long as you have some « dust » of primer over it. It’s always easier to fix not enough primer than too much anyway.

(What too much priming does to a mofo !)

Seven, when you’ve finished priming, put your spray can upside down and squeeze the muzzle until no more paint comes out. That way, you will clean the muzzle and avoid having paint dry in it, making the spray can unusable.

Eight, always let your freshly primed mini dry in the driest room in your house. Humidity at that stage can mess with the priming. Ideally 24h.

Additional tips and tricks, especially if you want to prime when it freezes outside !

Probably the best tip I regularly use, and one that can allow you to prime with a spray can even in the dead of winter :

When cold outside, put the butt of your spray can into a bit of warm water (not hot, it should be around 25°C/30°C at most) for 10 minutes. It should put your spray can at it’s ideal temperature. Then, shake the can while staying indoors before rushing outside, priming as fast as you can, and going back inside. It works like a charm every time !

And one last bonus tip : beware almost finished spray cans ! 95% of my priming problems came during the last leg of one of my spray cans (speckles, or other textures). So, nowadays, I keep my almost finished spray can exclusively to prime bases (those tend to be more accepting of a bit of texture) and use as new a spray can as possible for the minis themselves.

Next part will be all about basecoating !

#miniature painting #warhammer 40k #warhammercommunity #miniatures #tips and tricks #tutorial

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gurugirl · 6 months

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The Séance Experience Sneak Peek | ghost!harry

Someone asked for a sneak peek. Find it below the cut.

This is a bit scary and just a tiny taste of what's to come. Please only read at your discretion. Based on the Halloween one shot On Halloween Morning but can be read as a standalone (though the story will make more sense if you read the previous part). This sneak peek is from the point of view of one of the mediums (called Cooper) for the séance.

She could feel the house as if it were alive. Every room had a story, a haunted retelling of the horrors that had happened over the years.

“I invoke light and pure intention. I am a clear and kind channel. Light is my guide. I will not harm and my request is for knowledge and safe passage.”

Cooper repeated her words as she descended the stairs to the main floor, already feeling the way the spirits in the home were at odds within. Some were receptive, some were not. She knew this could lead to trouble if everyone inside wasn’t on the same page. If they weren’t sensitive and receptive.

She lit candles to guide everyone into the basement of the home. The rest of the people who had been invited to join would be arriving shortly for the séance.

Bran, Marin, and Russ had set up the table and chairs, put the black cloth at the center with candles in the corner, and Cooper’s old Ouija board and planchette atop.

She took a deep breath to center herself and felt the chill of the spirits all around.

“Bran?” She held her candle close to her heart as she stepped down into the basement and looked at the tall man.

Without responding to her verbally he turned to look at her. The shadows that cast over his face made it hard to see his expression.

“Jacob and Rick are still here. I can feel them. Maybe we can draw them out. I can’t tell if they’re alive or not.”

Bran nodded, “I can also feel them. I don’t know what happened but this house is full of darkness and despair. Are you open?”

Cooper nodded, “Yes. I feel the guiding of the good spirits here. I’m protected. You?”

Bran looked at a dark corner of the basement and back to Cooper, “I don’t know. I keep lighting that candle and it keeps getting blown out. Something here is trying to warn us to leave.”

Marin suddenly ran into a chair and gasped, “What the fuck!”

“Are you okay?” Cooper rushed toward the young woman who shook her head in disbelief.

“Something just pulled me into that chair and whispered but I couldn’t understand. I… I’m okay. I think.”

Cooper looked down at the chair and back to Marin, “Have you spoken your intentions to the house? Are you protected?”

The young woman looked at Bran and then back to Cooper, “Protected from what?”

Cooper set her candle at the edge of the table and gazed toward Bran, “You told everyone about this house, correct? About its past? What to expect?”

Bran cleared his throat as three young men abruptly descended into the basement, laughing and speaking loudly.

Cooper pointed as she kept her eyes on Bran, “Who are they?”

Bran took Cooper’s arm and pulled her away from Marin, “Observers. I found a group who were interested in coming to watch.”

Cooper yanked her arm from Bran and walked toward the three obnoxious men, “Excuse me, you three will need to leave. It’s not safe for you here. I’m sorry that you were misled–“

“Who are you?” The man with jean shorts and flip flops laughed as he took in Cooper’s appearance wearing a shawl and hood as if she were some old witch.

Bran interrupted, “They’ve paid to be here. They’re not going anywhere, Cooper.”

“Paid? Why would you charge anyone? What are you trying to do here? This isn’t some game!”

“Calm down. Nothing will happen to them. I’ll see to it.”

Cooper scoffed and rubbed her hands over her face, “How many outsiders have you invited?”

“Just four.”

“Four outsiders? Bran, they can’t be here. Two of our own are already gone. Maybe dead.” Cooper began to raise her voice. She knew it was a bad idea to get Bran involved. She felt it from the beginning that he was up to no good. There were only meant to be eight people in total for the séance.

The fourth outsider made their way down into the basement as well as Russ and two of the others Cooper already knew.

“We can’t do this. Not like this.” Cooper rushed out her words and grabbed for her board at the center of the table but Bran stopped her, putting his hand over hers.

“We will. The show must go on. I can already feel them. They want to be heard. It can't be stopped.”

Cooper shoved Bran away, “You’re making a big mistake. I’m out. This is reckless.”

She wanted her board and her planchette but she could already tell the evil that resided in the house had already gotten Bran. He was channeling the dark and she needed to leave before it was too late.

As she took the stairs up to the main floor the basement door slammed closed and everyone in the dark space had their attention on Cooper.

“No one leaves this home, Cooper. Don’t you understand? Angra has called us all for his sacrifice,” Bran’s voice crawled through the chilled air of the damp, dark basement and one of the outsiders laughed not realizing the levity of the moment.

“Fuck. This is creepy as shit. Worth every penny.”

“It’s not a game!” Cooper’s voice wavered as she held onto the banister and made her way back down the stairs to join the other 9. She already knew the house was locking them into the basement. She wouldn’t be getting out by turning the knob. It would be useless for her to attempt it.

Harry and Y/n watched from their shadowed corner with pleased smiles. Bran was right. No one would be leaving unscathed, if at all. The ten living souls trapped in the basement were now theirs.

“This is going to be fun.” Y/n whispered as they watched the humans gather around the table and another candle blew out.

“Shall we begin?” Bran spoke loudly, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. An old fixture above the table flickered on, casting light down over the board, making the edges of the room appear darker.

Evil had arrived.

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#sneak peek #halloween #on halloween morning #the seance experience #ghost!harry #ghost!yn #harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction

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Yandere! Sanji x innocent reader

Warnings: yandere, dark themes, kidnapping implied, reader may be a bimbo, killing, blood, slight NSFW

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Sanji met you when the crew once stopped at your island for more supplies and he was whipped

He knew his obsession with women was pretty alarming but at that moment, he felt like you were the only girl that existed

You, just like him, were at the market to get food

He stumbled on you ‘accidentally’ which caused you to fall and get some small cuts on your knees

You were so embarrassed and on the verge of tears and he felt bad because he didn’t plan for that to happen

He helped you up and offered to pay for your food which you declined because it was embarrassing enough to get bumped into by an attractive guy

Even though his thoughts were getting the best of him, he never stopped being a gentleman

He treated you for some ice cream in an attempt to get to know you better

He was confused when he found out you didn’t have a boyfriend because to him, you were a goddess

Part of him was glad because that meant he could have you all to himself with no problem, oh and you live all alone with no family nearby? Win-win

That night he made you food that you’ve never tasted

He really wanted to feel like he’s the one for you which is why he would spoon feed you in order to see the flustered look on your face. From time to time he would let his finger travel inside your mouth all you did was ask him why he did that with your big doe eyes staring at his full of lust

Sure his experience with women wasn’t the best, but he just loved how shy and timid you are which allowed him to try new things with you

You ask him if he wants to stay the night and he agrees

As much as he would love to lay with you he takes the couch

The next morning when you woke up, he was gone but he left breakfast prepared and a small little note thanking you for your hospitality

As sanji was back in the sunny, the crew questioned him what happened the other day. Afraid that the marines might’ve caught him

He gave them brief answers and continued to make breakfast as if nothing happened

Throughout the day Nami and Robin were confused as to why he didn’t flirt with them or made them snacks

Usopp joked that maybe he found a girl which Sanji didn’t think it was funny because it felt as if they were making fun of you

It resulted in a small fight between the two, it didn’t escalate because Chopper mentioned needing to go back to the market and buy some medicine

Sanji jumped to the opportunity and said he’ll take care of it

Once Sanji got the list he’s off to the market and he’s surprised at himself at the fact he didn’t get any nosebleeds or fawn over women

After getting all the things in the list he heads to your house hoping to find you awake but he never expected to see you near a bookstore, talking to a guy

He couldn’t hear the conversation but judging by the guys body language, it was clear that he was flirting with you

Without thinking, he went up to the both of you and put his arm around your shoulder

“Oh sanji, I thought I’d never see you again.”

Your sweet voice managed to calm his anger but it wasn’t enough to ease the jealousy he is feeling

“Hi sweetheart, I was on my way to your house right now. What are you doing here?”

He tried to make it seem as if he was asking you, but in reality he was referring to the guy that stood in front the two of you

When you explain to him that you came to get some fresh fruit and you were asking for some recommendations from the guy in front of you he felt at ease

Sanji walked with you to buy some fruits and even put some inputs

As the both of you walked back to your house, Sanji was thinking of ways to make you his and make it clear to other guys that they had no chance with you

Later on that day, he told you he had to go take care of something. Without explaining he took the supplies back to Chopper and started his hunt for the guy you were speaking to. He was about to give up when he saw him walking ahead of him. Without thinking, he ran up to they guy and started to kick him at a rapid speed all while proclaiming his love for you.

He thought about hiding the body but then realized he could leave it there for you to see that it’s not safe for you to continue living there. Your only option will be to go with him.

You were getting ready for bed when Sanji walked in covered in blood and you let out a small gasp followed by a concerned look on your face

“Sanji, what happened?”

“Nothing darling, I just fell but I’ll go wash it off. Would you like to join me?” He asked as he extended his hand.

“Why? Do I smell bad?” You asked with a tilt of your head

He felt a nosebleed coming but managed to cover it with his hand. He never thought you’d be that innocent but decided to take it slow with you. Which meant that as much as he wanted to shower with you, he’d have to shower on his own.

While the two of you were asleep you kept on hearing him whimper and move close to you. You took this as him having a nightmare and moved closer to him in an attempt to calm him down. As much as Sanji wanted to mark you as his he knew he still couldn’t do that.

The next day you woke up to screams that scared you half to death. You gripped onto Sanji’s arm which made his heart flutter, for him, this meant you trusted him and needed him.

You were falling for his trap without realizing.

“Come on, let’s go home.” He grabbed your hand and ran the opposite way from your house

“B-but Sanji we’re going the wrong way.” You tried telling him but he didn’t stop

Once you reached the sea you felt how your heart was beating heavy. It was as if something was wrong but you weren’t sure what it was

Not once did he let go of you, in fact, his grip was getting stronger

“Sanji…you’re hurting me.” You whined out yet he still didn’t say anything just looses his grip a little.

He helped you get on board and you followed him with shaky legs wondering what would happen

You would’ve never expected to come face to face with pirates, Sanji never told you that he was one

Your grip on his hand tighten but the pain didn’t fully reach Sanji as his hand was bigger than yours.

After an argument between sanji and the rest of the crew. They agreed to let you stay with them after Sanji convinced them you were in danger

As the days passed Sanji kept you hidden in his room (let’s pretend they all have their own rooms)

Whenever anyone would ask about you, he’d say you were too scared and shy to come out and hang with them. Unfortunately, they were getting suspicious so he decided to bring you out

But not before he told you that his crew could really hurt you if you spoke to them for a long period of time. He suggested for you to just give out short answers

That night as he walked with you to the deck, he felt how your hand was gripping his arm harder by the second. As the two of you stood in front of everyone you felt all eyes on you, making you nervous.

Regardless, you would answer their questions just how Sanji told you.

Robin is the only one who seems to realize that something’s wrong but can’t bring herself to say anything. Each time she tries she sees the love look on Sanji and yours that hold affection. She begins to think that maybe everything is fine

#sad-brunnettee #one piece #sanji headcanons #yandere Sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader

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moodymisty · 5 months

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It’s good that in the Salamander, civilian and Night Lord (knight, princess and dragon) dynamic the Salamander wins and saves their beloved little mortal in the end. All the hugs and kisses for your big brave space marine who loves you so so much and did everything in his power to save you!!

Because, could you imagine if the worst really did happen? If your Salamander loved you, but not enough to save you? Or maybe the horrible nature of the galaxy you live in behaved as it always does, and nobody genuinely cared enough for you to even question your disappearance? I mean, wouldn’t it just be terrible if a strong and scary astartes stole you away? (twirling my hair) If nobody even protested it because what are you in the end, but one mortal?

Wouldn’t it just be terrifying to wake up late at night and see the tapetum lucidum of his eyes shining brightly at the foot of your bed? That glow which once brought comfort to you with the knowledge that one of the Salamanders, your protectors (they were supposed to be your protectors) were nearby, now having been turned on its head. (giddily kicking my feet)

It’d probably be so frightening, you know. With him being so in love with you. He’s probably never felt these kinds of feelings before, and he couldn’t possibly let that chance pass him by. The cloaks he gifts you would be so comfortable if you didn’t know who they were made from. Not dissimilar to his affection towards you, since there’s always a hint of something inhumanly monstrous lurking in the darkness of his eyes. (Scribbling bright pink love hearts around a photo of a night lord). It’s like he’s teetering at the edge of some abyss, and you’re not even sure what for. Because if he wanted to maim you he would’ve done it weeks ago, and if he wanted to kill you then he would’ve done it the first time you met. And yet that hunger in his eyes only gets stronger and stronger the more time he spends around you. And you’re afraid of what will happen when he looks into that abyss, and finally chooses to fall.

… but that’s all in the past now! Your Salamander spouse would never let any harm happen to you, especially not from another space marine. So you shouldn’t worry yourself over things that will never ever happen. ;)

Putting this ask on the fridge because you got an A fucking + in understanding the dynamic. Like I am vibrating anon you and I are on the same brain wave. I dearly hope I add some things to your musings that you enjoy. tw dubcon and manipulation probably?

This all really plays into this idea that's common in some media; You didn't think you were worth anything, no one listened no one cared not even the Salamander you were close with did, but yet that Night Lord put enough effort into stealing you away. Showing interest in you, keeping you alive, fighting other Night Lords that try and break into his private quarters to get at the little human he guards like a hound with it's kill. Sometimes he returns to you with blood on his armored fingers, splattered across his cheeks. Is it possible to feel safe, but horrifically unsafe around the same man?

Your Salamanders never made you feel this way, but they're not here, only your Night Lord that makes your heart race when he's just barely visible in the shadows of the room with emotions that conflict each other.

He's obsessive, he adores you; But is it the kind of adoration you want? Is it a passing phase, or are you two intertwined forever? Do you want to be intertwined however, when his eyes are like pitch black voids that seem to pull you in deeper each time you struggle?

...Should you struggle?

Because the way he looks at you is like you have something he wants, but you don't know what it is. Do you want to know? Is it yet another level to the emotions and actions he's now getting to experience, or is it that hunger that you see when his eyes land on you? The same hunger that you see when he's sealed in his armor and staring down at another Night Lord that's sniffing around you- like he's about to tear him apart and enjoy doing it.

You'll never have all the answers with him. There will always be things that swirl around in his head you'll never know, and there will always be this tingling on the back of your neck that tells you to run.

Thankfully it's all just a horrible nightmare, and your lovely Salamander comforts you and reassures you that would never happen. :3

#tw dubcon #playing it safe with the tws i hope that will help anyone not interested avoid it #thanks for the A+ scenario to play in my head while falling asleep anon excuse my ramblings #It's the weekend it's cold I'm cozy in bed it started RAINING and I have this to read? fucking incredible night #Misty's book club #warhammer 40k x reader #space marine x reader #The Yandere Salamander Saga

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punks-never-die205 · 4 months

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Honeysuckle: Red

afab!reader x Vampire!Eustass Kid

cw: Vampire AU with blood, violence, gore, some very marginally dubious consent, 18+ only

Summary: Vampires are real, and the World Government has ways of maintaining the balance of power and peace between humans and Vampires. Most of it is simple extortion, but one person's desire for freedom threatens to upend the delicate balance and change the world completely.

Tag List: @keiva1000

Chapter 3: Hunger

You stayed seated on the couch. The master of the house had told you not to move and you intended to hold to that request as best as you could. You heard the door open and close and realized he had left you in his house, fully unattended as far as you could tell.

You were exhausted. It wasn’t just the run through the forest for hours that had done you in, it was the emotional rollercoaster that it had been from the moment you had stepped foot into this house. It was, in all ways, a sanctuary compared to what you had run from, but the experience was far more intense than you had expected.

You were neither injured, nor consumed, nor returned to the facility.

Now that relief was sinking into your body and your adrenaline was fading, there was very little keeping you awake or aware. The fire in the hearth was comforting, not too hot, and the flames were a little mesmerizing as you started to doze off sitting upright. Every crack and pop of the fire helped to keep you awake, every creak of a house you weren’t used to. Each noise hits your brain like the boots of marines breaking down the door to drag you back.

But you only have so much to give, and you’ve long since reached the limits of your stamina. Head lulling back, you sink into the couch and fall asleep.

It’s hard to say how long you dozed off, but you’re vaguely aware of the eyes on you before you open your own. Sitting across from you is the master of the house, looking unperturbed and relaxed.

“Enjoy your nap?” He asks, golden eyes glancing up from the book he’s reading to regard you for a moment before he returns to it.

“Y-yes, my apologies.” You groan, sitting up and trying to focus. You’re still bone-tired, so you couldn’t have slept for too long.

“You look like death warmed over, little flower.” He says, not even looking up at this point. “Fortunately for you, when I play with my food, I like it to be able to fight back.” He pauses, glancing up again.

“Sorry, play back.”

He lets the discomfort of the implication sink into you a little before returning back to his book. “Since you gifted yourself to me, I’m sure you can guess what that means.”

“Th-that-.”

“That I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he says, cutting you off. “I haven’t had an amusing distraction in long time, so I intend to make the most of you. With that in mind, you’re going to sleep.”

Quicker than you could see, he was beside you. One hand was under you, lifting you up and over his shoulder before he walked out of the room. “I’m going to put you in a room, and you’re going to stay in that room until I come get you.”

“Y-yes, but um… b-bathroom?” The heat of his hand against your thigh is making your face red. Aside from the earlier man-handling as he jerked you around in the dark, you weren’t really used to physical touch. Aside from medical exams and blood-typing, there wasn’t much interaction even between your fellow honeysuckles.

“There’s one connected to the guest room.” He says, walking through the dark mansion. “Leave the drapes closed, keep the lights low. If you get cold, sleep, don’t light a fuckin’ fire.”

Walking into a room he tosses you off his shoulder. You yelp as you land on the bed, and once you’re done bouncing against the mattress he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks, and turning your face in one direction. “Bathroom.”

Letting go of your face he glares down at you for a moment. “You’re exhausted, repeat the rules. I want to know you heard me.”

“Don’t leave the room. Don’t light a fire. D-don’t touch the drapes?” You answer, rubbing your jaw a little.

“… and the lights?”

“A-and the lights, er, keep the lights low.” You repeat back.

“Good. There’s more behind those eyes than fairy tales.” He says, crooked smile on his face.

“… I’m not naïve.” You grumble, sitting up.

A heavy force shoves you into the bed, and after your brain catches up with what’s happened you’re almost nose to nose with the vampire. Golden eyes hold your gaze as his fingers twitch against your hands. He forces your hands to your sides, a grin splitting his face as you reflexively struggle.

“You are terribly, deliciously, painfully naïve, little flower.” He assures you, head tilting as you can feel his breath against your neck. “The pleasures I could find in you don’t even begin with the euphoria of drinking you dry.” You can feel his fangs tease the small hairs on your body, not even truly touching your skin.

The sensation and situation have your heart pounding, in fear you think, but you felt fear when the marines knocked at the door, and this wasn’t that. Your body aches to move, but as pinned as you are you can’t even twitch. Your face is red, and your breathing is coming out wet and heavy, and you aren’t sure you could hear him over the sound of your own breathing, but you didn’t miss a word.

“The sounds you don’t even know you can make.” He promises you as he shifts again, catching your attention with his eyes. “Yet.”

You feel the weight of his knee come up onto the bed and begin to shake so much you’re almost hyperventilating.

“Shh, shh, shh, breathe little flower.” He coos, and something in his gaze and the sound of his voice forces your entire being to calm down. You’re still nervous and trembling, but you aren’t on the verge of panicking yourself into a coma.

The air around you shifts entirely as he lets you go and steps away. “Piss in the bed and you’ll be sleeping in it.” He grumbles, walking out of the room.

Minutes pass by as you lay in the bed. You’re afraid if you move too suddenly you’ll throw up from the mix of nerves, fear, adrenaline, and arousal. As terrifying as he looked, he was beautiful, and you hated that.

Once you collect yourself you make your way slowly to the bathroom and clean up a little. Looking through cabinets and closets you find enough workable pieces of clothing to cover yourself in clean clothes after a brief shower. Even brief, the warm shower did a lot to help calm you down, and by the time you climbed into the bed you were well beyond what you thought were your last legs.

It had been barely dark when you had run from the facility. It was barely light as you drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow was a new day, for the first time in your life you slept in a different bed, and you’d wake to a world outside the facility. For now the other details were irrelevant. Your small victory was still itself a victory, and you would appreciate it.

. . . .

Tomorrow also brought a new sensation you weren’t used to.

Hunger.

Your stomach knotted in strange ways as you woke up, and at first you thought you were ill. The burning sensation in your muscles, especially your legs, and the tension in your back were reminders of all that you had gone through the night before. Time you usually spent resting had instead been spent running, or being terrified, and the carefully curated meals of the facility were not crafted for such exertion.

Even though your meals had been bigger than most others once the physicians realized that you were losing weight, it still wasn’t enough to off-set the events of yesterday. You had been so nervous when they were trying to discover why you were suddenly losing weight, fearful that your deceit and plans would be washed away by a single checkup. Fortunately, it had been written off as you simply developing a higher metabolism.

They did a few more extra tests, monitored your new food adjustments, and seemed perfectly happy when things leveled out again. You were very careful not to over-work yourself after that first scare.

Clamoring out of the bed, you walk around the room. Daylight reflected into the room through the curtains enough to allow you to see easily. There wasn’t much else in the room aside from the bed. An overstuffed chair sat near the fireplace you weren’t allowed to light, and there were only a couple oil lamps you could even hope to reach, but you weren’t supposed to use those either.

You were fairly certain that the rules of last night had been to keep from giving away that there was someone in the manor in need of light. Even so, you weren’t uncomfortably cold, and you didn’t need any more light than you already had.

The gurgle of your stomach was weird, and while it wasn’t painful, it was irritating. A new sensation, sure, but you weren’t in the right state of mind to appreciate it’s newness.

Since you weren’t supposed to leave the room, you decided to distract yourself by digging through the closet. There had been a surprising amount of clothing in there, and maybe you could find something that would fit.

The only clothes you owned, after all, were nearly in shreds. You were a decent hand at embroidery, but you weren’t sure that you could mend them.

You find a pair of linen pants and a loose shirt that you manage to hold in place with a sash easily enough. With a little adjustment you even found some undergarments to wear. It took almost an hour, but in the end you make yourself a functional, and comfortable outfit. It wasn’t like you had fashioned clothes from thread you spun yourself, but it still had you feeling resourceful.

You didn’t want to climb back into bed with your day clothes on, so you leaned against the wall by the curtains and looked outside through the small gap. There’s not much to see in the tiny sliver of area you have available, but it’s more than you ever saw from your own room before, and you drink it all in.

The exterior of the house is a light blue-grey color, with dark navy trim. It looked almost entirely black last night, but it wasn’t a scary color in the daylight. You wondered what the rest of the manor looked like with the sun up, but as you understood how vampires lived, the master of the house wouldn’t be around to get you until the sun began to set.

It was a long time to go without food, but you could miss a day without concern.

So you assumed.

It wasn’t necessarily the hunger that was hard to face, it was the hunger without anything to distract yourself. There weren’t any books in the room, or parchment. None of the sweet distractions you were used to, and you didn’t want to jog in circles. You didn’t know when you were you were going to eat next, and wasting what energy you had seemed like a bad idea.

The sun had moved across the sky some distance, and your curiosity won out over the rest of you. The doors opened in and weren’t locked, so you listened by the keyhole for a moment before carefully opening the one side. If there was someone else in the manor you didn’t want to create a problem, but you needed to at least look out in the hall before the sun set.

You looked down the hall from inside the room, and stuck your head out of the doorway enough to look down the hall in the other direction. Long stone halls with thick, blood-red carpeting. Suits of armor lined the hall, and heavy, menacing looking weapons were on display. The ceiling was high and arched, and there were murals painted on it, but you didn’t look at them long enough to sort out any details. What caught your attention was a single tray outside the door with a covered plate in the middle of it. You could reach it easily from where you were – without even having to leave the room – and so you hooked a finger on the lip of the tray and pulled it into the room.

Dried meats and fruits, a slice of bread and some bits of cheese. It was hardly a feast, but it was a load more than you expected to have. You forced yourself to eat a little slower than you would’ve liked, but despite your attempt you still cleaned the plate in under twenty minutes.

Opening the door to put the tray back you nearly fell onto your ass at the site of him standing in the doorway. The sun wasn’t setting yet, but it also wasn’t like there was any direct sunlight in the hallway either.

“Naïve. Little. Mouse.” He clicks his tongue, reaching out and taking the tray from you, lifting the lid and glancing over at you. “Didn’t even stop to think that I could’ve done something to the food.”

You pale, taking a step back. “I… you…”

“Oh, I’m perfectly capable.” He assures you, dropping the empty tray out into the hall as he steps into the room. “Terrible, monstrous, evil, blood-sucking vampire.”

“Y-You haven’t been t-terrible.” You try to keep your voice steady, but some part of you is worried you really did eat drugged food. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, since you had very few options available as it was. “Con-considering everything you-you’ve been… g-generous.”

“Mm, not kind, huh? Interesting.” He licks his lips and practically looms over you. “I’m still not sure just how naïve you are. You didn’t touch the drapes, didn’t leave the room – even slept like the dead too.

“Comfortable enough to bathe and use clothes that aren’t yours, and scared enough you can’t even meet my gaze.” You look up at him at that and he quirks an eyebrow. “There’s fear in your eyes, but that’s not all.”

He crouches down to be at eye level with you, if not a little lower, and grins. The expression is a mix of amusement and hunger. You almost shrink back from it, but manage to keep yourself still.

“Give me your name, little gift.” There’s a command in his voice, despite the ease of his body language and the grin on his face.

“(Y/N).” You say softly.

“Eustass Kid.” He offers. “Master of this manor.” He reaches out and barely runs his thumb over your lips. “I fed you, you should show your appreciation.”

“Th-thank you for the food.” You say it as clearly as you can, but you already know that’s not what he’s referring to. The heat rising in your face is certainly giving you away as well.

“Mmm. Naïve. Little. Mouse.” He muses again. “I’ll close my eyes for you, why don’t you try again.” He says, closing his eyes. “I’m being very generous, so don’t take too long.”

Swallowing heavily, you lean in before embarrassment can slow you down and kiss him on the cheek. You barely manage to pull away when he starts laughing. He laughs for so long you start to feel a little indignant. He tries to talk a couple times and devolves into laughter again and again before he manages to get himself under control, even walking into the hall for a moment to try and compose himself.

“Well played.” He says finally, holding your chin in his hand and tilting your gaze up to his. “Very amusing, little morsel.”

#Honeysuckle: Red #Eustass Kid #x reader #reader insert #Vampire AU #one piece fanfiction

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Look for the Light

Chapter 27

- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him? (18+ Only)

Joel’s POV

It was now the following Tuesday. The day you were supposed to go out on patrol with Tommy. You were standing in the kitchen and downing the last few drops of the warm coffee from your white coffee mug. Aly was standing at the counter, finishing off her own cup.

“Are you meeting Maria this morning?” you asked Aly, sliding your cup on the counter as you went to stand beside her.

“Yeah, she’s going to show me around and get me acquainted with all the animals. I think I’m mainly going to be working with the horses since I have more experience with them.”

“So, you get to work with animals after all. It might not be marine mammals, but you like horses right? I think you’ll feel right at home,” you said as you grazed against her purple flannel, lifting it just the slightest so you could connect with the warmth of her skin.

She reached out and grabbed your other hand, placing hers on top of yours. “I think it’ll be good. It’ll at least give me a little piece of mind that I can pitch in around here. Do you know how long you’ll be gone this morning?” she asked as she took her index finger and trailed it across the top of your hand, making it hard to concentrate when her soft skin was sending tingles all through your arm.

“Anywhere from maybe three to five hours. It just depends if we come across anything. Think Tommy said last week they cleared out a bunch of infected, so hopefully it’ll be smooth sailing today.”

“Be careful, please,” she pleaded as her dark blue eyes bore into you.

You took your hand and ran it gently across her cheek, stepping closer to her. “Always.” You leaned down and kissed her softly, lingering there for a few seconds as the taste of cherries hit your mouth.

When you pulled back she was smiling. She was content with your answer and especially with the kiss. “I need to head out. Did Ellie say where she was going?” you asked as you zipped your tan jacket up and grabbed the rifle, strapping it around your back.

“She said she was going to meet up with Dina and Jesse. She’s going to join me at the stables with Maria, so she’s probably trying to get some friend time in before.”

“Alright. Well, I’ll see you in a few hours. Have fun at the stables. Tell Maria I said hi.” You started walking out the door, but then Aly’s voice stopped you.

“Miss you,” Aly said quietly. You’re not sure if she wanted you to hear her or not, but you turned around anyways and looked back her direction.

“I haven’t even left the house yet, baby,” you laughed lightly as you smiled at her.

She moved a lock of brunette hair behind her ear and looked down at the wooden floor, slightly blushing as crimson filled her cheeks. “I know, but still,” she said nervously.

She looked back up at you and smiled shyly. Damn, she was cute when she was like that. Her blushing cheeks and nervous smiles and the way she’d play with her hair as she either twisted it around her finger or pushed her locks behind her ear. This girl would continuously make you late for things.

You wanted to go back over to her and wrap her in your arms and kiss her until you couldn’t anymore. You were fighting even making yourself walk out that front door. You were about to turn back towards the door and walk out, but you stopped. Oh, hell. You turned back around and walked up to her, grabbing her face and planting your lips against hers, pushing her up against the counter so she couldn’t move.

You held the back of her neck and pulled her closer, breathing in the fumes of coffee and lilac. Your two favorite smells. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes before you had to let go. You needed to head out, but you’d rather stay in the warm kitchen with her. You knew what that would lead to though. You were fighting every sense in your body not to lift her up on the counter and taste every inch of her again, but you didn’t have time.

“Okay, okay I need to go,” you laughed as you broke apart from her, letting your hands fall back to your side.

She sighed and laughed quietly. “Alright, go on. I’m not holding you back.”

“Oh, yes you are,” you smirked.

“Joel, just go. Before you change your mind. I’m sure Tommy’s waiting. I already held you up enough,” she said as she flicked her wrist, sending you towards the door.

“I’ll see you later, baby,” you called as you reached the door and turned the door handle, stepping out into the cool breeze.

The morning was brisk as the wind blew through the oak tree in the front yard, sending more golden leaves to the ground that were starting to turn brown. Your boots crunched over them as you stepped into the yard, making your way closer to the center of the town. It was a quiet morning. Not too many people out and about right now. This was nice. Peaceful. Just the way you liked it.

After a few minutes of walking through the snow, you heard some faint laughter coming from around the corner. It kinda sounded like Ellie and her friends. As soon as you rounded the corner, a snowball came barreling out at you, hitting you right in the face. You quickly swiped at your face, trying to wipe off the snow that was stuck to your eyelashes. You heard Ellie laughing as she came into focus. She was standing in front of you with another big snowball in hand.

“Ellie, what the hell!” you yelled angrily as you took your hand and wiped at your eyes again, getting the last of the snow. You were trying not to get mad, but that was uncalled for.

“Sorry! I saw you coming around the corner and just couldn’t resist. Come here for a minute, I need your help,” she said eagerly as she pulled you behind a large board, peeking out from the corner. “You see those tall barrels over there?” she asked as you pointed to a couple of silver barrels.

“Yeah? What about them?” you asked annoyed.

“I need your help. I want to get Dina and Jesse with a snowball, but they’re fast as fuck. I haven’t had any luck yet. Can you help? Please?” She was looking at you with those damn puppy dog eyes. Asking you nicely if you could help her.

“I’m supposed to go meet Tommy. We got patrol duty today,” you huffed as you crossed your arms.

“This will take less than five minutes, promise. Pleaseeeee,” she begged as she stuck her bottom lip out like she was pouting. For Christ’s sake.

“Fine! Just five minutes, no longer,” you groaned.

“Yes!” she squealed. “Okay here, have this one. I’ll make another.” She handed you the cold snowball and immediately started rolling up another on the ground, being thorough to make it perfectly round. Her low ponytail blew softly in the wind and her purple coat was caked in snow, along with her brown snow boots.

She stood back up with a freshly made snowball that glittered against the sunshine. “Okay, let’s go!” she shouted as she sprung out from behind the shelter of the board, Dina and Jesse following her lead as they leaped out from behind the barrels. You stuck your head out and observed the area. Jesse and Dina were closing in from across the way, sneaking their way over to where you and Ellie stood.

“Joel, come on!” Ellie yelled as she ducked before a snowball hit her in the head. Dina threw another and laughed as it landed against Ellie’s shoulder.

“Got you!” Dina rolled with laughter, quickly making another snowball.

Jesse was closing in on you, but before he could reach you, you threw the large snowball in your hand which landed straight against his nose. You quickly laughed as you saw the snow slowly melt away from his face, leaving a trail of snow on his nose.

Jesse joined Dina in making another snowball, and Ellie did the same. “Come on, make another one with me!” Ellie leaned towards you, motioning to the snow that laid around her. You groaned to yourself and decided to just make another. Why not appease her?

You got down on your knees and started rolling together a large, intricate snowball as the snow grew cold on your bare hands. As you stood up with the fresh snowball in your hand, another one shot towards you, but you leaned just far enough for it to miss you by mere centimeters. You threw another one towards Dina as it landed with a loud plop against her shoulder, taking her down easily.

“Nice shot!” Ellie yelled with triumph in her voice.

Before you could make another move, Ellie came up behind you and pulled you into the snow, smashing a snowball on the top of your head. It was wet and was fucking cold. She was laughing hard and holding her stomach as she wheezed through the motions, pointing at you and laughing. She thought that was funny? Well, wait till you took her down too.

“Think you’re so smart don’t ya?” you grumbled as you reached your arm and grabbed her purple jacket, yanking her down to the ground with you. She screamed and laughed hysterically as you quickly bunched together a snowball and threw it at her, snow completely covering her hair now.

“Hey, no fair!” she screamed as she continued laughing.

“Says the girl that just smashed a snowball over the top of my head. It’s more than fair,” you said with an accusing tone.

She looked at you and started smiling, a contagious laugh tumbling out of her mouth. “Yeah, guess you’re right.”

You tried to keep a straight face, but your face broke. A real, genuine laugh escaped your lips as you held your stomach and laughed louder as you stared at the troublemaker that sat next to you. She joined in on your laugh, and her eyes seemed to light up even more.

Before you knew what was happening, she leaned over and gave you a big hug, wrapping her arms around you. “Thanks for helping me in the snowball fight.”

You sat there with no words leaving your empty mouth. You couldn’t even move your arms because Ellie had a tight squeeze on them. Suddenly thoughts of Sarah came to mind. How you used to build igloos and make snow angels in the Texas snow, how you taught her how to build a snowman, how she glowed when you played snowball fights with her.

Your mind came back to the present as you looked down at Ellie, still squeezing you in a warm hug. You were clenching your jaw and flexing your fingers, your foot bouncing up and down. You didn’t quite know what to do, so you carefully unhooked your arms from her grip and gently placed your arms around her, letting your arms slowly envelop her back.

It felt…strange but warm. That slight repulsive feeling was quickly turning into something different. Something new. Maybe, just maybe you did like this little girl. She sure as hell wasn’t your daughter, but she was with you and Aly now. And she was growing on you fast.

You dropped your arms and slowly got back up to your feet. “Alright, kid. That’s enough snowball fights for today. I need to get going,” you said as you sighed from the encounter.

She got to her feet and brushed the snow off her jeans. “Thanks again, Joel. Maybe you can help me make a snowman later?” she asked with big, hoping eyes.

You smiled as the suggestion, remembering how Sarah always begged you to come out and build one as soon as you got home from a long day at work. “We’ll see,” you said in a maybe tone. “Catch you later, kid.”

As soon as you turned around, Tommy was watching from a few feet away, smiling as he was crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows like he was about to say something annoying. “What’s that look for?” you barked.

He shifted his weight and shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing. Just for a second you two looked like father and daughter, having a grand ole time in the snow.”

“She ain’t my daughter,” you growled.

“No, but she might as well be. Damn, Joel. Seriously. You might as well have raised her because she’s just like you, and don’t roll your eyes at me. You know I’m right.”

You groaned and ignored his statement. “Let’s just get going,” you said as you walked towards the stables, looking for Shimmer. Shimmer was standing outside the barn, as well as Tommy’s horse Lightning. He was an all white horse and was beautiful. Built strong and tall, a real gem.

“Got some food and water in case we get hungry out there, but I think we’re all set. So let’s saddle up and get going,” Tommy said as he patted his horse on the back and hopped up on the leather saddle.

You followed his lead and got up on Shimmer, throwing your leg over the side of her and getting situated in the saddle. When you were ready, you nodded at Tommy and headed for the entrance to the community.

The doors swung open at Tommy’s signal, and then you were going off outside of the walls. Tall pines with snow covered branches greeted you as you took off in a sea of them, getting lost in the now covered forest. Tall snowy mountains stood high in the distance, giving the air a crisp and earthy aroma. The pines smelled of citrus and mulch as they surrounded you.

You continued forward through the thick forest, heading in the direction of the river. “You have a set path you take on your patrols or do you just go where you want?” you asked as you ducked behind a low hanging branch.

“Pretty much stick to the same path, but sometimes I branch out and explore new places. Today we’ll just follow the path. We’ll head south and then whip back around before we hit the river. Should be a calm day. Last Thursday was a pretty noisy day, so I’m expecting nothing much to happen today,” he said as he rode next to you, his horse slowly trotting through the snow.

You nodded and then rode in silence again, taking in all the extravagant views of the tall peaks on the mountain. “You guys go out hunting on certain days?” you asked, wondering how they got their source of food.

“Yep. Some of the men just went out Sunday and got some deer. The area is filled with them, and every year there seems to be more. We’ve never had a rough winter, always plenty of food to go around. And all the greenhouses we have, food is not a problem. We have everything we need,” Tommy said proudly. He seemed pleased with himself as a big smile spread across his face.

“You guys really got it good. Much better than the QZ. Sometimes getting those ration cards was the biggest pain in the ass. Fucking FEDRA. Those soldiers always had more than enough, but they were greedy as fuck. Had to set a few of them straight a couple of times,” you said with gritted teeth. You took your knuckles and cracked them, emphasizing how irritated you were just thinking about it.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that one bit. I’m sure a few of those soldiers were scared to death of you. Bet they learned quick,” Tommy laughed with a raised eyebrow.

“Damn right,” you said bitterly.

The area was quiet as the horses trotted along through the trees, coming to a more open area as the sky turned white with thick snowflakes coming down from the clouds. The two of you rode in silence for a while, taking in the peace of the wild.

After a few minutes, Tommy asked you another question, bending that thin line again. “Look, I really am sorry. Just thought I’d apologize again. For everything.”

You clinched your jaw and nodded, letting him know you were at peace. “I’m sorry too. Really. Just glad I found my way back,” you breathed slowly, your breath coming out smoky from the cold.

“How you holdin’ up? Since Sarah?” he asked cautiously, his gaze heavy on you.

You gulped empty air and choked on your own spit. How were you holding up? The same as the day she died. It never got easier, the pain never ceasing. The only thing that made it remotely tolerable anymore was Aly.

“It never gets easier. It’s been more than a decade and it still feels like it happened yesterday. A fresh wound that never heals. But I guess I’m managing alright. Getting through life ya know…” you sighed, holding back a tear that tried to escape.

Tommy moved closer and reached out an arm, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze as if he was giving you support. “I know…I sure do miss that little one a lot.”

“Me too, you have no idea how much…” You thought back to her bright smile, the way she’d drag you out of bed early on Saturdays just to go play at the park. The way she’d stay up all night on Christmas Eve to wait for Santa, even though you’d have to put her back to bed more than twice. God, you just missed her. All of her.

You blew out a cold breath as you focused back on the task at hand. Tommy let it go, knowing you were finished talking about her, and then the quiet took over for the next few minutes. It was too quiet out here, only the soft wind and a few ravens up in the trees. Otherwise it was just white noise, a vacant empty land.

You crossed a shallow stream and ended up in a crystal white area. Snow encased the ground as the glitter from the powder glimmered in the sunlight that was beaming through gloomy clouds. Less trees covered this area, it was mostly just open land and a stream that went on for miles. You traveled a few more miles through the thick white land, taking your time to thoroughly assess the area.

You and Tommy started up in light conversation again, throwing jokes around, talking about the good times like no time had passed. “Think this will be an easy run today,” Tommy said as he continued on through the powdery snow. I say we circle back and start heading back. Don’t think we’re gonna see any infected today.”

Before you turned back around, you saw something out of the corner of your eye. The flash of something familiar. As you turned your head towards in that direction, you saw something you didn’t want to see ever again. You froze, stopping Shimmer in her tracks.

What stood about a half mile from you was one of the fireflies that you had seen back at the hospital in Utah. Not just any firefly though. That same one that kicked the shit out of you. The one that you wanted to strangle to death.

He sat on his American quarter horse underneath a towering pine tree, watching you with cold, calculating eyes like you were committing a crime. He squinted his beady dark eyes and pulled the gun strap tighter to his body. You could see it in his eyes. He was watching you closely, plotting some sort of vengeful scheme in his head. It made your stomach twist in knots.

Ellie. Did he suspect you had Ellie? He’d have no way of knowing that. There was no evidence for him to see. He hadn’t been to Jackson, he didn’t see anything. There was no way. So why did he look like he was ready to attack at any moment? Panic flew through you just thinking about it.

“What the fuck is a firefly doing alone out here? I already told them to not come around and bother us when I left them. Thought I made that clear to Marlene to leave us the fuck alone.” Tommy huffed out with a scowl on his face.

“Why’s he looking at you like that?” he asked as he turned toward you, questions ringing in his eyes.

“I ran into him back at the hospital. Fucker kicked the shit out of me and knocked me out cold. I about strangled him and I should’ve, but didn’t want to cause a scene. Can’t say we got along at all,” you growled.

“Should we go talk to him? Tell him to get the fuck off my land?”

Tommy took a couple steps forward, but you reached out an arm and stopped him fast. He looked at your hand planted firmly on his coat and back up into your face, the lines on his forehead creasing. “No. Don’t think that’d be a good idea. Let’s just leave him be and head back. Don’t want to cause a scene because I will snap,” you said firmly.

You were afraid he’d tell Tommy about Ellie. You’d be fucked if Tommy found out just what was going down, what they were really searching for and why. You exhaled a sigh and slid your hand down your face, wiping sweat away.

Tommy took one more glance at the firefly and nodded. “Alright, if you say so. Let’s go. If I catch him on my property again, I’ll shoot him,” he said aggressively.

“As you should.” You turned Shimmer around and started heading back to town. Before you got far, you turned your head to steal one more glance and saw that he was still watching you. Mischief swirling in his eyes as his jaw locked tight. You followed Tommy back and cut all eye contact with the firefly.

That was too close for your liking. Anxiety was flowing through as thoughts of what might’ve happened raced through your mind. Thoughts of what could happen. Would he go back and tell Marlene he’d seen you? Would he tell her he thought Ellie was in Jackson? Fuck . You should’ve just shot him dead, carried his body to the flowing river and gotten rid of any evidence of what actually happened to him.

Instant regrets flooded your mind as you gripped the leather reins tighter, clenching your jaw to stop yourself from turning back around and blasting a bullet straight through his chest. It was too late now though because once you turned your head again he was gone. Disappeared as if the wind blew him away in a second.

You silently cursed yourself. Maybe you had made the wrong choice. You needed to erase the thoughts from your head though before they sent you into a panic. It’s fine. He won’t tell Marlene shit. At least that’s what you hoped.

You shook your head and focused on your surroundings instead of the anxious thoughts that swept across your racing mind. Just calm the fuck down. This didn’t mean shit.

When you got back to the house, you climbed the porch steps and opened the door, slamming it behind you as you shed yourself of the tan jacket, throwing it on the couch. You ran a hand through your wind blown hair and sighed loudly as you shuffled your way inside. You must’ve looked distressed because Aly noticed immediately.

“What happened to you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said with concern as she rushed over to you and placed a hand on your face.

You couldn’t tell her about the firefly. Not right now at least. Not while those thoughts in the back of your head were still racing. “Huh? Nah, just tired from the long ride is all.”

She looked at you closely, studying your features like she could see right through you. She furrowed her eyebrows and didn’t look like she believed you. “Are you sure?” she asked as she glazed over the question, watching your every move.

“I’m fine.” Lies. Your hand was twitching, and that small voice inside your head was screaming at you. You needed a distraction now, and you knew just the thing.

“Come on.” You grabbed her wrist and pulled her up the stairs behind you.

“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly as her feet hit the stairs.

“Bathtub. Now,” you growled.

As soon as you turned on the bathroom lights, you automatically turned the silver knob to hot as the water started running in the tub, slowly filling it up. You started unbuttoning your plaid shirt and pulling your undershirt off, your pants following after as the belt buckle hit the floor with a clank. All you were left in was your black briefs as they clung to you tightly.

Aly didn’t argue on this one. In fact, she followed after your lead, getting rid of her sweater and jeans as they landed in a pile on the floor. She quickly unhooked the pink lacy bra and threw it in the pile, only leaving her in her thin underwear. You slowly roamed over every inch of her body as you poured some lavender soap in the warm tub, eyes not leaving her.

You stared at her in wonder. It’s like she was glowing against the bathroom lights, her long waves flowing down her back. Your eyes trailed over her sensual neck, going down to her pebbled breasts, down past her torso, eyes flickering up and down her long legs, and ending at her center.

You could already see how the heat between her legs was building, making a puddle of slick on the lace of her underwear. Fuck. You wanted to dive into that sticky mess, drink her up until she was pouring out all her ecstasy onto your tongue.

You turned the bath water off and prowled towards her, backing her up against the wall as you caged her in. You were feeding off her rushed breaths, desire already roaring through your body. You brushed her long waves behind her shoulder and ran your fingers lightly down her collarbone, grazing them against the side of her breast as she bucked against you from the friction.

You quietly laughed at her reaction, sliding your index finger down her abdomen and stopping right at the top of her lace, slowly teasing at her waistband. “Think you forgot to take these off,” you teased as you ran your fingers down lower, feeling her through the too thin material.

She let out a whimper as you dragged your fingers against her wet, throbbing clit. So close to tearing the material off and licking her clean. You wanted to feast on her like the filthy vampire you were. Except you weren’t hungry for blood, you were hungry for her. “Already so fucking wet for me, baby. Aren’t you?” You put more pressure against her clit, feeling the material sink deeper into her skin.

She whined as you continued on, tugging on the top of the material. “Yes, so wet. Keep going,” she groaned as her breathing picked up.

“You mean like this?” you asked as you pulled the material down quickly, freeing it from her feet as you tossed it to the other side of the room.

You got down on your knees and lifted one of her smooth legs, bringing it over your shoulder as you wasted no time and attacked her pulsing center. Your mouth was on her then, licking up her folds and slowly drawing circles on her clit as her slick collected on your tongue. She tasted so sweet, just like citrus. A delectable drink you could get drunk on.

She moaned loudly as you pulled on her clit, sucking her into your mouth and finding all the sensitive areas that drove her wild. She fisted your hair as she grinded her hips up against you as more slick started to appear, feeding the beast inside you.

You slid two fingers inside her, pumping in and out meticulously as your fingers curled up, hitting her drenched walls. Continuously flicking her clit with your tongue, ravishing her sweet taste in your mouth.

“Joel, I’m about to…” Aly whined as she bit her lip, trying to hold on just a little longer.

“Come on, baby. Want you to come for me. That’s it,” you groaned as you pumped your fingers faster, hitting the edge of your palm against her glistening mound.

She moaned your name as she was about to explode all over you. “Atta girl. You taste so fucking good. There ya go, come on now,” you coaxed her.

One more swift brush against her clit and she was pouring herself all over you. A lasting moan escaped her mouth as her eyes rolled back, fingers still twisted in your hair as you lapped up her slick like it was icing on a cake. And it was fucking delicious.

You stood up and untangled her fingers from your hair, lifting her up in your arms as you took her over to the tub, slowly sitting her down in the warm water. Her breaths were still coming out as gasps, still coming down from her orgasm as she stared up at you from the bath, bubbles surrounding her.

“Not too hot is it?” you asked, motioning towards the lapping water in the tub.

“No, it feels perfect,” she said in a daze, her blue eyes glossy.

“Good.”

She was staring up at you with pleading eyes, waiting for you to join her. You could see it in her eyes, that look of longing and want. A fire burning low in your groin the longer your gaze stayed on her.

Before you made her wait too long, you were pulling off your briefs and pushing them to the side. You were hard, your erection pressed up against your stomach.

Aly’s eyes got wide, her pupils getting large as she focused in on your growing length. Her eyes trailing up and down it. She bit her bottom lip seductively as she took in the size of you. And dear fucking God was it sexy as hell.

You sat on the edge of the tub, turning your body and throwing your legs over the side. She put her hands on your knees and stopped you from sliding into the tub. You slightly narrowed your eyes, figuring out just what she was doing. Before you could ask, she spread your legs wider, making a gap in your thighs that she could squeeze her body into.

“What are you…” You couldn’t finish your sentence. She was already interrupting you.

“It’s my turn to make you feel good.” She took your length in her hand as she slowly slid a fingertip down you, stopping at the wiry hair that sat at the base. You gulped as the feather-like sensation took the breath from you. Her touch was so gentle.

“You had a rough day, so let me make you feel better.” As she finished her sentence, she slid her hand around you and slowly glided it up and down your shaft as precum formed at the tip. You groaned at the sensation, the tingling burn starting to settle in.

Her hands were like magic, every touch sending you into overdrive. And then she was on her knees, moving as close as she could, her lips right up against you. She looked up at you under hooded eyes, her long eyelashes exposing the dark blues of her eyes. Beautiful.

She smirked up at you and then she took her tongue and slowly licked your wet tip. You groaned again, gripping the edge of the tub as you leaned back, your eyes boring into hers. She saw that as a nod of approval and continued on.

She swirled her tongue a few times over your tip, her hand still exploring your shaft. You clenched your jaw as her tongue continued against the sensitive area. Making your eyes go wide. You gripped the edge hard, digging your fingers into the cold material.

Your pupils were blown out as your eyes darkened at the sight that laid before you. Aly on her knees, staring up at you with those ocean eyes, making you feel sensations you’d never felt before. Not quite like this.

You tensed up again as she took your long length into her mouth, bobbing up and down as the saliva ran down the width of your cock. Fuck. It felt good. So good.

And the noises that were coming from her throat. That low, sloppy sound that echoed through the bathroom, making more precum pool at the tip as she took you in and out, in and out. You wanted her deeper, wanted to feel how good the back of her throat would be on your cock.

“Think you can go deeper, baby? Want you to deepthroat me,” you said with a deep, husky breath.

She pulled away from your cock so she could speak, quickly wiping the drool off her chin. So damn hot. “I think so, yeah,” she nodded with watery, bright eyes.

“Perfect,” you whispered back.

She got in position again, opening her mouth wide as she closed the distance between you, your length going deeper into her mouth. She sped up just the smallest amount, trying to take all of you.

The further she tried to go, the more she was drooling over you, her hand squeezing your thigh tight to stop the leaking tears in her dampened eyes. Her eyelashes wet from the tears. Her throat was constricting around you, making that heat return between your legs. And fuck did it feel good.

You let out a low groan as you grabbed the back of her hair and shoved her head forward, stopping only when you were hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but kept going, more drool pooling down her face. Her throat squeezed around your cock, and you let out a moan, letting her know just how fucking good it felt.

You gave her a little rest and then guided her mouth down your shaft again, going in and out, faster and faster. You were panting, trying to get ahold of yourself. The sounds her throat was making every time you hit the back of her throat was sending you over the edge. Slurping and gagging on every inch she took. It was music to your ears, a song you wanted to blast through the entire house until it made you deaf.

“Taking my cock so good, baby. Feels so good,” you breathed out, trying to catch your breath. She hummed against your length, and it sent a vibrating feeling through your entire cock. Goddamn! She was electric.

You slowly loosened your grip from her hair after she mouth fucked you a few more times, pulling her back from your cock. She let out a long breath as she released her mouth from you, coming up for air.

A long bead of drool ran all the way from the tip of your cock to her mouth, running down her chin. Fuck . Her eyes were an intense bright blue as tears ran down her face from choking on your large width and length. She batted her thick eyelashes up at you and continued resting her hands on your thighs. Goddamn she was breathtaking. An angel at best.

You lifted her chin up, wiping the drool away from her as you looked deep into those diamond eyes. Grazing against her cheek with affection. “Such a good girl,” you praised.

Her cheeks lit up bright red as she smirked up at you, taking in the high praise. She tried going back in for more, but you stopped her before her lips could reach your length again.

“What, you want me to stop?” she asked with questions reeling in her eyes, an eyebrow raising slightly.

You shook your head no. “Not exactly, but I want to fuck you, in the tub. Right. Now.”

“OH,” she said with big eyes, understanding why you made her stop.

You lifted off the edge of the tub and slid down into the warm water, backing yourself up to the base of the tub as your head rested against the marble wall. “Come here,” you demanded as you grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of your lap.

She straddled your thighs, pressing her weight down into you. She was staring into your eyes with a look of lust and desire, biting her bottom lip as she ran a hand through your scruff. Ah fuck. You couldn’t resist her.

You pulled her to you as you crashed your lips into hers, pulling at her bottom lip as you tugged at her velvet lips. She moaned into your mouth as your tongue entangled hers, making your erection that much harder.

She tasted like sugar and honey, completely saturating your tastebuds. Her arms wrapped around your neck as her fingernails scratched through your hair, pulling at your mess of a hair, making you lightheaded from how good it felt.

She moaned into your mouth as you wrapped a hand gently around her throat, trailing your finger against that sensitive spot on her neck that she loved. The sound of her moans was like music to your ears, an entire euphonious symphony blasting around you. Making waves of melodic ecstasy. You bit her bottom lip nice and slow as you pulled back, releasing from her mouth.

You both were out of breath, fighting to catch some air as you watched her chest rise and fall in waves. She was looking at you intensely, her gaze burning into you as your lips trailed back down to her swollen red lips. And suddenly you were hungry for her sweet taste again. No, starving.

“You know, I’ve never done it in a bathtub before,” she said with a deep breath, scooting closer to your hips. Inching closer to that spot.

“Can’t say that I have either.” You took your hand and placed it around her hip, drawing slow circles against her back.

“I have the best person to share the experience with then,” she smiled, moving even closer to you, inches from touching your stout erection.

“Is that so?” you asked seductively, your fingers grazing up her torso and landing on her swollen breasts, making them pebble under your touch.

“Mhmm,” she purred as she held in a moan, hearing it vibrate in her throat. Making desire drip through you.

She slowly lowered her hand under the warm water, wrapping her hand around your cock as she ever so gently slid it up and down, making you hiss in response.

“You gonna keep teasing me or are you going to be a good girl and climb on top of me?”

She leaned forward and whispered in your ear. “Oh, I’m going to treat you like my own personal jungle gym.”

That was it. Your eyes darkened as your pupils dilated, going feral at her seductive words. Her lilac scent covering you, blanketing you with arousal. Fuck.

“Is that right?” you asked with desire dripping off your tongue.

“Mhmm, that’s right,” she purred.

You leaned closer to her, your lips just inches from her, your eyes gazing into her soul. You could feel the tension cloud the room, smothering all your senses. “Let’s see how good you ride then.”

She smirked at you as her blue eyes grew darker. She lifted her body off your thighs and positioned herself, hovering just above your bulging length. You placed a hand around hers that was wrapped tightly around your cock and moved it back and forth against her saturated folds, slipping just enough to find her opening.

She slowly lowered herself onto your length, knees pressed against your hips as you held onto a moan. Her walls were so tight that they were squeezing against you and suctioning you up like a vacuum. It felt so good to be inside her, she felt so good. Her walls felt like velvet as she went up and down, slowly taking you in and out, driving you fucking crazy. It was euphoric, an actual island of paradise. You could spend all day inside her, getting high off ecstasy.

She started speeding up, rocking back and forth on you like she was riding a mechanical bull, taking every inch of you like the good fucking girl she was. The heat inside you was starting to build into something you couldn’t contain. Something you couldn’t control. But you’d be damned if you came first. Because royalty never finishes last. A queen deserves to always finish first. And that’s what she was, your queen. Your royalty. Your property. And you knew exactly what to do to make her come undone.

You leaned forward and grabbed the back of her hair, sinking your mouth down on her neck in that one sensitive spot that made her spiral. She let out a high pitched moan as it reverberated against the bathroom walls, right into your ears. A beautiful lulling sound that would be stuck in your head for days on end.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours again,” you whispered in her ear seductively, trailing back down to her neck as you continued biting and sucking at every sensitive spot on her neck.

As she continued rocking back and forth on you, you sunk one of your hands under the water and found her clit, giving it just the right pressure with your thumb as you pressed down into her.

“Ahhh, Joel!” she moaned again. This time she was face to face with you, just inches from your lips.

“That’s right, baby. Want you to scream my name. Want everyone to know just who you belong to,” you growled, pupils blown wide as you circled her, watching as her eyes went wide and mouth opened up into that O position that entranced you.

You knew exactly what buttons to push to make her come undone. Knew exactly what to say to make her fall apart in front of you. Knew her so well now that you could pick out your favorite things about her. The way she smelled like lilacs, the way she stared at you with those dark ocean eyes that could swallow you whole, the way she took your breath away just by smiling at you, the way that she made you love her. Every single part of her. Because you knew without a shadow of a doubt that this is what this was. Love. You loved her, unconditionally.

She sped up her pace, going in and out as she slid all over you, taking you in full strides. You groaned at the sensational feeling, your muscles tightening up at the growing orgasm that was about to explode around you. You circled her faster, putting even more pressure on her throbbing mound between her legs. Her hands scratched up and down your back, digging her nails into your skin the more you worked her.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” you commanded.

One more hard press to her clit and she was done for, that O shape forming over her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her skull. She started to moan, but you covered your mouth on hers, sealing her down with your ravenous hunger. Letting her lingering moan encase your tongue as you collided with hers, tasting the fresh lust slip into your mouth with the taste of ecstasy.

“Good girl,” you praised her.

You felt her clench around you, releasing her orgasm all over your cock, feeling that heat cling to you as you groaned from the sweet sensation. You bucked up into her, feeling your orgasm about to take full force. The heat was building into hot desire as you felt like you’d combust at any second.

“Mmmm, want you to show me just how much I affect you. Want you to spill all inside me,” she groaned against your lips. The way she was looking at you had you in a chokehold. Her seductive smile grazing over you, her ocean eyes lighting all your senses on fire. And that was it. You were done for.

You pressed up into her as all your pent up tension and heat released, coating her walls in white hot liquid. “Fuck, baby,” you moaned across her mouth as your body convulsed through your intense orgasm.

She kissed you deep then, wrapping her arms around your neck as she twisted her fingers into your untamed hair, making it more disheveled. You kissed her back, pressing yourself against her as you pulled her closer. Your hands digging into her hips. This was exactly what you pictured heaven to be like. This exact magnetizing, hypnotic moment. With her. Aly.

You slowly slipped out of her, breathing heavily as you came down from your orgasm, letting your jaw go slack. She was breathing just as heavily as you were. You relaxed back against the edge of the tub, turning her around and pulling her against your chest. You hooked one arm around her waist and let your other arm gently graze up and down her arm as she leaned against you, relaxing into your touch.

“That was…incredible,” she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling in waves against you.

“You’re incredible…” you whispered into her ear.

She smiled up at you, her crystal eyes gazing into yours. She leaned back and rested her head on your chest, then you slowly bent your head down and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. You took your hand and ran it down to hers, entangling your fingers together, sliding your thumb against the top of her hand.

She hummed against you, making her vibrations run through you like a wave of electricity. “Can we just stay like this awhile longer?” she asked with a lull to her voice.

“As long as you want.” And that’s exactly what you did. Soaking up each other in the warm water, caressing her soft skin, collectively getting lost in one another. A dream in itself.

After a few minutes, Aly turned toward you and inches up closer on your lap, putting her hand on your cheek softly. “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you now?”

You inhaled deeply and blew out a breath you’d been holding. Here was that question, the one you didn’t really want to talk about. An alarm started sounding in your head again, and you could tell your face showed just how not okay you were.

“Joel, talk to me. I know something’s wrong. You know you can tell me anything. Let me help.” Her eyes were deep blue, a concerned look etched on her face. Her hand still grazed over your cheek, lightly scratching your scruff. Calming you down just enough to clearly focus.

You took her hand in yours and lowered in, keeping her hand in yours. Your jaw clenched before you spoke, a distant look in your eyes. “When Tommy and I were out on patrol, we saw a firefly.”

Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped in shock. “What? You saw a firefly? How many were there?”

“There was just one. It was one of them that was inside the hospital with us.”

“Did he talk to you at all?” she asked nervously.

“No. He just watched us closely. A little too closely.” You squinted your eyes and flexed your fingers just thinking about it. He was up to no good. You just knew.

“You don’t think he’d come here do you?” she asked sheepishly, her voice a little quieter.

“I sure as hell hope not. I gave him no reason to, but you know the fireflies. They can’t be trusted. I should’ve just shot him and called it good,” you sighed, leaning back against the base of the tub. “Because now all I can think is he’s going to bring a hoard of men to Jackson and search the whole goddamn town to find Ellie.”

You slammed your fist against the top of the bath water, making some spill out of the tub. You were worried sick now, and you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking of the possibilities that could happen.

Aly reached out her hand to you and caressed your cheek again, bringing down your panicked thoughts. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m sure that won’t happen. You gave him no reason to even do that. Tommy doesn’t know about Ellie does he?” she asked calmly.

“No, he doesn’t. And he may never find out. If he did then I don’t know what he would do. Hell, he might kick us out. Then where would we go? We can’t go back to a QZ, they’d scan her and shoot her dead. And I’m not going through that again. I’m not seeing another child being shot on my watch. No fucking way, Aly. I can’t..I can’t go through that again.” A sob escaped you as you got choked up on your words, your eyes getting watery as your vision was now hazy.

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s not gonna happen. Nothing’s going to happen to Ellie. We’re gonna be just fine. We’ll figure it out. For now we’re safe. You’re safe with me.” She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in, nuzzling her head under the crook of your neck as you pulled her tight against your body. Warmth immediately enveloping you with her in your arms.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For letting me be completely vulnerable around you.”

She looked up at you, her dark blue eyes sparkling as a sentimental expression encased her face. She trailed her hand back up to your face, grazing her fingers through your beard, scratching along just the right areas. You closed your eyes for just a second and leaned into her, enjoying her touch.

“Look, I know you always try to be the tough guy with closed walls, but you don’t have to be like that with me. You’re allowed to feel things, allowed to be human with emotions. You can drop those walls around me. I want you to be vulnerable with me. I want to see every single side of you. The good, the bad, the ugly. And if something is bothering you then I want you to tell me because I truly care how you’re feeling. I’m here, and you can always talk to me.”

She looked so sentimental, it made you want to melt into her and never let go. Your eyes were watering at the little speech she just gave you. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. You were honestly speechless. She was perfect. Too good for you, way too good. But you would never let her go. Never ever…

There was that feeling again. The one when you figured out just how much she meant to you. The one that Tommy had made you realize. You loved her, and it was so obvious now. You loved her so much.

“Aly I…” you were about to tell her exactly how you felt, but you froze. Choking on your own words.

“What is it?” she asked with raised eyebrows, wondering why you stopped your sentence.

“I ummm…I’m glad Tess talked me into taking you along with me. You’re…you’re pretty special.” Coward. Why couldn’t you say those three little words? Why were you so fucking bad at expressing your feelings?

She smiled gently at you, her eyes relaxing into yours. “Funny cause I feel the exact same way about you. Thanks for choosing me.”

She reached up and pulled you to her, her mouth catching yours gently. You stayed like that for a few minutes and then pulled her back into your chest, grazing your fingers against her skin. You’d have to tell her soon how you felt. Tell her just how in love you were with her. Before it was too late.

Chapter 28

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