#codename viper

[runawaycarouselhorse]

The fun part about characters' names being written in katakana is obscuring the meaning or being able to be interprered many different ways. For example, Brock's Japanese name Takeshi, could be written as bamboo-will or rock-mountain depending on which kanji you use.

We know that Bashou and Buson take their names from haiku masters and we know Buson's named for his loyalty and devotion to Bashou, but Buson's high rank, design, and military aesthetics suggest a different possible meaning and kanji spelling, which might also explain the dub's choice of Attila and Hun...

Poet Bashou took his pen name from the banana tree, gifted to him by a pupil. His hermitage at the temple was shaded by the banana tree, so it became known as the basho-an.

it fell into disrepair by Buson's time. Buson spent money restoring it and built a monument to Bashou there, even asking to be buried next to it, a request that was honoured, and his own disciples were buried around him.

Poet Buson's name is written with the characters for turnip-village. He was also calked Yosa no Buson, Yosa taken from the name of his mother's birthplace. Buson was born in Tennoji, which was then known for its turnips, so Buson is turnip-village.

Another way to write Buson is with these kanji:

武尊

Meaning:

武 Strong and courageous. Strong-willed. warrior. soldier. Battle. War. Military. War potential. Weapons. Overcome. Surpass.

尊 Respect. A high value or rank. A word expressing respect. A title of respect attached to the name of a deity or noble person.

So, that's 武 (bu, same as in bushidou) meaning “martial, military, warrior, arms” and 尊 (son) which is a mark of respect and used for nobility and deities.

Attila the Hun, a famous warlord, dubbed the Scourge of God, therefore feels fitting.

'Attila (pronounced: “atilla”) is a modern transcript of the name of the Hunnic ruler of the 5th century AD. Its origin is debated, either a Germanic exonym (meaning “respectful father”), or Turkish (in this case it means “father of the earth”) or Mongol (it can mean simply “ruler”).'

Both names are war-like, befitting a warrior, soldier... and a weapon. They also suggest lofty rank, fitting a high ranking agent who tries to capture a Legendary Pokemon (and later succeeds at capturing another!)

... this one is probably simply serendipity, but Buson being based on the tanuki archtype (contrasting with Bashou's kitsune archtype*), tanuki having a weakness for wine and women, and Attila the Hun's mysterious and shady death on his wedding night to a woman who asked for his help to be freed from an unwanted marriage (she sent him a letter and a gift and he either misunderstood or willfully misinterpreted it as a proposal to him, so went to war ostensibly for her sake) was either assassinated/somehow poisoned by his wife or the bleeding was caused by his drinking problem.

#(anyway so I'm a soldier/warrior/killing machine but like a high-ranking one and maybe they think I'll drink myself to death) -Buson probabl #The Legend of Thunder #The Legend of Thunder! #Team Rocket #Team Rocket Attila #Team Rocket Hun #Bashou #Buson #... designated dad by his dub name also pfft #I can't share art yet but soon!!! ... soon I will have wi-fi!!! #until then have text posts from my drafts #Kojiro and Musashi and Kosaburo and Yamato genuinely have those themed names so I think Buson's name might genuinely be his #but it'd also be cute if it's a codename to match Bashou's #higher ranking Rockets sometimes have odd or even western names like Sgt. Viper and Domino and Vicious #Gozu has the name of a guardian of Hell in the Japanese version of Chinese legends but he's not partnered with a Mezu but Matori... #is Gozu a name a paeent would give their child? I wonder if he previously had a partner with a name that matched... #the tags are more relevant to roleplaying #I like the idea of Buson's actual name being written the same way but read differently (Takeru is a more common and modern sounding reading #history #death #alcohol * mention

[lavenoon]

Decided to take a break from drawing your and Zelda's deaths and started thinking about Accidently Undercover and how it would be fun to try and draw my sona and Eclipse design working as transfers for the agency. However, when i got to thinking about their code names I was dying of laughter at my Eclipse.

My Eclipse design is so bright that his name would be Agent Neon. Problem: There already is an agent Neon; lab tech if I'm remembering correctly. The confusion and chaos of just two agents/techs with the same name that would bring.

This made me wonder: since there are different buildings/locations, is it possible to have agents with similar/same code names? After all, if they're all spread out what are the chances of running into someone with the same name?

Even if there was going to be a transfer, someone would have to check to make sure there is no overlapping names, right?

Yes and No

They would probably check to see what active agents are out in the field if it's a field agent and vice versa for the lab if it's a lab tech; not both sectors though.

Queue Field Agent Neon transferring and running into Lab Tech Neon and Horizon.

This probably would never actually happen, but it gave me a good laugh to think about.

Kinda want to draw my Eclipse meeting your Eclipse and introducing themselves as Agent Neon now. The confusion between Horizon and Neon meeting this guy would be so stupid but it fills me with so much joy.

Welp, guess i have something to do when I'm done drawing these drawings.

: )

- Agent Viper

Ohhh I am living for the concept of having a different Eclipse interact with AU Eclipse!!

Gonna clarify real quick, since the agents choose their code names, there can be some overlap! It's still just names, and they have employee files and codes that go beyond just one name so it's not the only way to recognize them within the agency. The agency, shady as it is, does at least not adhere to internet forum username rules fhdjds New agents will be informed if there already is someone with their chosen codename at that location, but they are fully within their rights to shrug and go "What of it?", just as the senior agent may be a little grumpy that their previously unique name is now a little less unique. That's all fair, no one has to get along, but everyone has to realize that there's bound to be some overlap, just like in civilian life! (It's of course connected with some "social"/ within agency stigma if you hear someone in your department has the same name already and you still stick to it, willfully causing confusion if you two interact a lot, so there is some push to think of something new. Not agency mandated though!)

So Eclipse and your Sona meeting Eclipse and Neon? Totally an option! And I love the idea of like. Eclipse meets Eclipse, introduces himself as Neon, and Horizon!Eclipse has to buffer like "Celestial eclipse animatronic. Neon. Wait. I'm celestial eclipse animatronic? My angel is Neon?" And he's just standing there, elevator music playing in his head as far as the world can judge, before he processes the actual situation FHDGSH

#answer let luce #agent viper asks #accidentally undercover #new horizons #also please imagine the confusion when someones codename happens to be (close to) someones civilian name #the higher ups dont really care a lot unless it's like. super niche #so they just watch the chaos happen lmao #imagine also if it *was* internet forum username logic. hello agent dawn-was-taken. whats ur status? #random letters and numbers #lmao

[all-action-all-picture]

1990 ad for Codename: Viper from Capcom!

#1990 #game #codename: viper #capcom

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Ramming Speed

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The idea of ramming space ships into each other as a form of combat maneuver was beyond many galactic military minds comprehension.

A single spacecraft, let alone a military grade class vessel, would cost up in the billions of credits. Entire galactic economies had nearly bankrupted themselves trying to maintain a fleet large enough to secure their borders, so in turn each military ship became an asset not to be squandered lightly.

Perhaps it was this conservative mindset that nearly shattered when these powers first looked upon the Terran ship codenamed “The Ram”.

Unlike other modern vessels the ships of this new classification lacked all weapon emplacements. No energy cannons, missile launchers, rail guns; it was entirely free of weapons. What it did have was excessive amounts of armor plating, several separate shield generators, and a pair of overly powerful engines that could reach max speed in roughly five minutes.

The first time it was observed in combat was during the Terran/Crux war. Both powers had sizable fleets at their disposal and for the first couple months the two powers played cat and mouse games between each other; each trying to find a more advantageous position to commit their forces. Much to the dismay of both powers the first large scale battle was triggered by mere chance than a tactical decision.

A Crux patrol stumbled upon a Terran patrol emerging from a dense nebula in the Viper System. Both patrols requested reinforcements. Nearby patrols were soon diverted to the engagement and within short order what was a small skirmish ballooned into a full scale battle.

There were no battle lines or frontlines as ships opened fire at near point blank range with each other. Even when higher rank Admirals arrived to take charge both sides were too embroiled in the slugfest to make any more nuanced tactical moves without exposing themselves to the enemy.

It was here that the Ram emerged and showed its prowess.

Crux warship crews were not trained on how to handle enemy vessels rushing towards them. What’s more several gun crews became panicked when they saw the Ram ships rushing headlong towards them without diverting course.

With the extra armor and shielding the Terran ships not only struck head on into Crux ships but emerged from the attack relatively unscathed. In most cases the prow of the Ram ships punched clean through the entire hull of the Crux warship and emerged through the other side.

The Crux fleet desperately tried to regain order and form battle lines but each time they did so the Ram ships would plunge head first into their formation and take out the command ship coordinating the effort.

As more and more Terran ships arrived and formed their own battle lines the tide of battle soon drastically changed. After thirteen hours of intense fighting the last of the Crux fleet withdrew from the battle leaving the Terrans the victors.

A full fifth of the Crux navy was lost during the battle with the Ram ships having personally claimed 45% of the kills.

While the war itself would continue for another two years, the Ram ships and their unorthodox tactics had earned them a modicum of respect from the wider galaxy, and a great measure of fear from the Crux.

#humans are insane #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01

[daisies-daydreams]

Warm Up (Soap Mactavish x F!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley)

Pairing: Soap x Ghost x F!Reader Category: Pure Smut (18+) Warnings: Threesome (F/M/M), Double Penetration, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Doggy Style, Pussy Slapping, Spanking, Spitroast, Unbalanced Power Dynamics (Ghost is Your Superior), Bondage, Dom!Ghost/Dom!Soap/Sub!Reader Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: Your boyfriend (Johnny) and your lieutenant (Simon) decide to introduce you to a special warm up routine. For training purposes, of course…

Author’s Note: This is pure and utter trashy filth ngl. The reader is a Sergeant, codename "Viper".

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Look at her, Ghost,” your boyfriend grunted as he swiped his finger across your dripping slit. You moaned, your hands clenching behind your back in a rubbery resistance band. You leaned against Johnny’s strong chest, your legs spread across his bulky thighs. The contrast of you being stark naked in the presence of two clothed men, let alone your superior, made your legs turn to jelly.

Ghost’s eyes were trained on you, his pools of hickory calculating and predatory. They looked so much darker beneath his skull balaclava, his pupils blown wide with lust. You groaned as Johnny prodded the rough pad of his finger in and out of your entrance, sliding slow circles around it all the while.

“I think she's ready for the warm up, yeah?” Johnny chuckled, catching your mouth in a sloppy, open kiss as his thumb brushed over your clit. Your head rolled back as Johnny’s wet muscle suckled on your own. Ghost grunted as he slid onto his knees, his covered lips so agonizingly close to your aching cunny. You blushed furiously as the Scotsman spread out your soaking folds with his thick fingers.

You watched as Ghost pulled his mask up, revealing a stubbly, square chin. He swiped his tongue across his pink lips before blowing his hot breath over your cunt. You shuddered as the air fanned over your lower lips, your walls pulsing inside you.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at how wet you are,” Ghost said in a low, gruff voice. Your heartbeat quickened as he leaned his face forward, eyes snapping up to you. “You think you’re ready to break a sweat, Sergeant?” Ghost asked. You nodded violently. A sharp smack to your inner thigh made you hiss.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Ghost rumbled in annoyance. You shook as Johnny sucked on your neck, drawing out a deep red hue.

“Y-Yes,” you begged. Ghost sighed through his nose, delivering a slap over your slick pussy. You lunged forward, the pain surging into a wave of pleasure that made your clit throb.

“Yes, what?” your superior growled. Tears spilled from your eyes, your body shivering with a dull ache. You swallowed thickly.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you mewled. Ghost and Johnny locked eyes before your love gave a firm nod. Ghost groaned before laying his lips over your lower lips. You saw stars when the Brit’s lips curled over your bundle of nerves, pressing kisses to the swollen bud.

“Fuck,” you whined, your hips grinding on Ghost’s scruffy face. His stubble scratched at the inside of your thighs as he continued to trail kisses up and down your slit. Bolts of pleasure coursed through your nerves as your bones turned into jelly. Johnny pressed rough kisses down your jaw as he watched Ghost devour your cunt. Your lieutenant’s lips smacked before he rolled his wet tongue across your bud. Your soul nearly shot out of your body as he puckered his lips around it, giving it a hard suck.

“You like how he eats your cunt, hm, Bonnie?” Johnny mused, his hands reaching up to your plush breasts. You arched your back as his fingers began to knead your tits, your ass rubbing against your boyfriend's growing erection. His teeth grazed your neck, fingers curling into your sensitive breasts. Ghost’s tongue swirled around your clit before he puckered his lips around the plush bud.

“G-Ghost,” you keened, white hot tendrils of pleasure wrapping around your lower stomach. Ghost gave your pussy a tender, open kiss before slowly pulling back. You shivered at the sight of your arousal dripping on his chin.

“Call me Simon when we’re like this,” he growled, curling his fingers into your thighs. You nearly clamped his head between your legs when he dove back in, his tongue taking in deep, heavy strokes over your hole.

“Simon! F-Feels so good,” you choked. He chuckled deeply, the sound shooting through your core. He angled his hands on your legs, spreading them impossibly wider. You cried as the tip of his tongue pressed into your tight entrance. Your head rolled back as he sighed deeply, letting his tongue drag into your tummy walls. Your mouth shot open as Johnny lightly twisted your nipples between his rough fingers.

“I think she’s gonna cum, Si,” Johnny snickered. His lips sucked over your pulse as he tugged on your buds. Your thighs shook over Johnny’s as Simon thrusted his tongue into your wet, juicy hole at a more rapid pace. You released a cacophony of sounds as your lower stomach twisted into a tight knot. “Go ‘head, baby. Show the Lt. the cute face you make when you cum,” Johnny ordered with another sudden tug of your nipples. The room was filled with a harsh wail as your head fell back onto your boyfriend’s broad shoulder.

Your head spun as you released on Simon’s face, your walls contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your brows scrunched up as your jaw went slack, drool slipping past your parted lips. Johnny rubbed his large hands over your breasts, your thighs shivering while Simon hungrily lapped up your sweet nectar.

“That’s it, dolly. Such a good lass,” Johnny murmured. You mewled as the last contraction rippled through you.

Simon leaned his head back, eyes lidded and cheeks burning with crimson. Simon looked absolutely drunk from the sweet taste of your pussy. Your body burned even more as he licked around his lips, his tongue swiping at any of your slick left on it. Johnny’s breathing stuttered at the sight of your cum painting the lieutenant’s stubbled chin. Simon’s eyes were trained on you like a bird of prey stalking a tiny mouse. You gasped as he stood and leaned forward to press a deep kiss into your lips. His tongue rolled over yours, spreading the sweet flavor of your cum across your taste buds.

“Fuck,” Johnny gritted, his cock now painfully hard below your ass. You moaned into the kiss before Simon fell away.

“Could eat that delicious cunt for every meal,” he murmured darkly. A small whine left your throat as he kissed you once again. Johnny began to buck into your ass, the friction itself making your back stretch and toes curl. Simon's eyes grew dark at the sight of your bare breasts pushing towards him as Johnny humped against you like a dog in heat. Your head was swimming in a dizzying pleasure while your heart rapidly thumped against your sternum. Simon kept his eyes locked with yours as he unbuckled his belt.

“What do you think we should do with this little Viper, Johnny?” Simon rumbled as his pants fell to the floor with a soft thud. Saliva welled inside your mouth as his thick, heavy cock raised towards the ceiling. He was gorgeous; from the flustered, red tip to the patch of tamed, coarse hair that rested at the end of his shaft. You squeaked as your boyfriend’s bulky arms snaked around your torso.

“I think she’s ready for a full body stretch,” Johnny mused, his voice rough and ravenous. Your eyes widened as he ripped you off of his lap. He spun you around, a large hand encased around the back of your head. Your breath was ragged as Johnny roughly pushed your head into the mattress, his other hand guiding your bare ass towards his crotch. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, every nerve ending in your being lit on fire. A low chuckle rumbled through Simon’s chest. You shivered as you heard your boyfriend begin to strip behind you and the bed dipped below Simon’s weight.

“Would one of you please just do something?” you whined, wiggling your hips faster and arching your back. Rough fingers slid beneath your chin, guiding you to look up. You gawked as the throbbing head of Simon's cock came close to your lips. His lips were curved up ever so slightly at your wide eyes.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll take care of you,” Johnny murmured, his hand stroking your cheek. His pulsing cock flopped down onto your ass cheeks, perfectly slotting in between them. You felt like you were going to burst from your own skin, your wrists struggling against your binds. You whined into the sheets as Johnny lined up his length between your slick folds, your fists curling against themselves on your back. Your lieutenant clicked his tongue.

“You’re rather impatient, Sergeant,” Simon chastised. You lurched forward as Johnny laid a sharp slap across your backside, your lips now kissing the head of Simon’s dick. The taste of salty sweat and bitter precum leaked into your mouth, overwhelming your senses. A mix between a purr and a snarl erupted from Simon’s lips, his fingers intertwining with your locks. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Johnny kneaded the sore spot on your ass before spreading your cheeks. The hand on the back of your head pushed you forward, your lips sinking down on Simon’s length. You sputtered at how his girth stretched your mouth.

“Atta girl, look at you takin’ my cock so well,” your superior praised, his other hand coming up to wipe a hot tear that rolled down your cheek. You hollow your cheeks as he inched himself inside of your wet, cavernous mouth. He hissed as your soft tongue swiped back and forth below his shaft. “Fuck,” Simon growled, the tips of his fingers digging into your scalp. Your eyes began to close, his cock soft yet firm as his tip tapped at your uvula. You gasped around his length when you felt Johnny sheath himself inside your gummy walls with one steady thrust, stretching and filling you to the brim. A moan spilled from you as his sharp hips became flush with your ass. You felt Simon’s cock impatiently twitch in your mouth.

“Jesus,” he cursed. Johnny groaned behind you as your pussy tenderly hugged his aching cock. You keened at how full you felt on both ends, the overstimulation only serving to fuel the flames of your insatiable arousal.

“I think our girl’s ready,” Johnny grunted. Our girl. You felt even dizzier at the sentiment. Simon gave a quick nod before his hand tugged at your hair, signaling for you to move. You took in a deep breath through your nose before sliding your head back, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes rolled into your skull as Johnny pulled out. Your gushing walls squelched as he pressed himself back inside, your walls molding to the shape of his cock. Your mind was scattered as you were split between sucking on Simon’s length and Johnny tenderly pushing back into you from behind.

“Your mouth looks so pretty with my cock stuffing it, Viper,” the lieutenant mused. Your walls clenched at his words, making Johnny moan.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lt,” Johnny whined. You smiled around Simon’s cock, flexing your cunt around your boyfriend’s solid dick. “Sucking me in so tight,” your love groaned. You pushed your mouth back down onto Simon’s length, but not before you swirl your tongue around his red tip. His head harshly fell back against the headboard as his chest heaved. You blushed when a gag erupted from your throat, but your attention was diverted when Johnny began to angle his cock into your spongy spot. Your jaw went slack, allowing Simon to push even deeper into your tight throat.

“Like it when we use you like this, bonnie?” he asked between pants. You tried to nod your head, but you were stuck in Simon’s grasp. You offered a muffled moan instead. Johnny smacked your ass again as he dragged his cock back out. You whimpered, drool now dribbling past your lips. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, (Y/N),” Johnny chastised playfully before massaging the red mark.

Simon’s head fell against the headboard, both of his hands now tightly knitted into your locks. You felt something burn inside of your chest, your brows furrowing with determination. You arched your back before bobbing your head up and down your lieutenant's thick girth, taking him in fully. He gazed down at you with parted lips as you fervently sucked his hard cock. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared up at him with soft, wet doe-eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Viper. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” his commanding voice cracked on the last word when you slowly swirled your tongue around his tip. You smirked around his length before hollowing your inner cheeks as much as you could. Simon snarled before he snatched your hair into his hand. You gasped before he began to guide your head up and down his shaft. Your hands gripped into tight fists when Johnny’s pace picked up behind you, wishing you could hold onto your lieutenant's supple, muscular thighs for support.

The room was full of salacious sounds; a choir of pants and moans, praises and curses, squelching and spankings. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as both men used you like their personal fleshlight. Your lower muscles spasmed as Johnny leaned forward, his broad chest flush against your back. You cried when he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

“I want you to take our cum like the good lass you are,” Johnny grunted with a sharp thrust. "You can do it, dolly. I know you can," he snarled animalistically. Both of your ends felt wetter, your arousal splashing against Johnny’s legs as you slobbered on Simon’s cock. You felt the tension in your pussy swell as pleasure spiked your mind. With a sudden, deep growl, Simon slammed your head down onto his length, his hairs tickling your nose.

"Fuck," the lieutenant groaned. You mewled as you felt him shoot load after load of his warm cum down the back of your throat. His balls twitched beneath him as he screwed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he came undone in your mouth. The feeling of his seed dripping down your throat made your pussy flutter.

An overwhelming heat suddenly crashed over you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You wailed as you clamped down on Johnny’s dick, the euphoria flooding your empty, fucked-out mind. His fingers curled into your waist as he gritted his teeth.

“(Y/N)!” Johnny howled as he stilled. You moaned as he painted the inside of your pussy white with his thick cum, his cock twitching relentlessly. "So good, you're so good to me, lass," he muttered as he thrusted into you weakly. Your mind was drowning in bliss as your contractions began to dissipate.

Simon massaged your cheeks before he slowly pulled you off his length. You suppressed the urge to gasp and sputter as your lips came free. Your boyfriend rubbed your waist tenderly. All of you were panting, chests heaving and bodies shaking with adrenaline. You tilted your head up to Simon, batting your lashes before explicitly swallowing his spend down your throat. He gasped softly, and nearly came again when you stuck out your clean tongue.

“Christ, I didn’t know my Sergeant was this filthy,” Simon groaned. Your scalp stinging slightly as he traced his fingers down your neck and over to your jaw. You sighed as you pressed your face into his warm, heavy palm.

“Funny, I was thinking the same about my Lieutenant,” you quipped, voice hoarse from his rough fucking. He huffed through his nose, though the small grin on his face showed that he was clearly amused. You whimpered when Johnny pulled his cock out of you, his length absolutely drenched in your arousal and his cum.

“How are you feeling, hen?” he asked sweetly. You lowered your back and turned around to him. His pupils were blown wide, shrouding his light blue eyes in a primal darkness. His rugged body was always a treat for your eyes, his abs flexing as he took in a deep breath, arms taut as his hands rubbed your waist.

“I-I don’t know honestly,” you laughed tiredly. Johnny gave a sly grin.

“We were that good, huh?” he chuckled. You nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Simon’s hand fell away from your cheek as Johnny slid his hands over your arms. “Come ‘ere, bonnie,” Johnny cooed. You obeyed, dragging your limp body onto his sturdy lap. You nuzzled your face into his shoulder as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head. Johnny was always huge on keeping you close to him after sex, whether it was his arms wrapped around you or your pussy warming his cock. Your mind drifted as he languidly stroked your back.

You squealed when you felt your asscheeks being spread. Something wet and cold suddenly traced over your asshole. You whipped your head around, Simon’s lips curled as he applied lube to your puckering hole. Your brows were knitted in confusion as your boyfriend gently grabbed your chin and turned your head.

“Don’t you remember?” he began, moving your hips so your soaked folds rested above his half-hard cock. You swallowed thickly as you felt Simon position himself against your ass, his tip threatening to breach your tight asshole. Johnny smirked when he saw your eyes widen in realization.

“This is a stamina test, too,” he chuckled.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

#ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost x soap x reader #cod smut #soap call of duty #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #soap cod #soap smut #john mactavish x reader #ghost x you #soap x you #ghost x y/n #soap x y/n #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fic #reader insert #shameless smut

[rainverry]

my all time favourite nct fanfics

just a heads up, some of these are no longer available to read, but they will always be remembered in my mind just because of how amazing they are <3 i'd like to describe them but i think it'd be better if you read them all for yourself and give love to all the writers listed here!!

angst = a, fluff = f, comedy/crack = c, smut = s

JOHNNY

love me now (series) by @epinebleue (a, f, s) homecoming by @caiuscassiuss (a, f, s)

YUTA

close to you by @moonscriptsx (a, f, s) for him (series) by @epinebleue (a, f, s) that's rich! by @tyonfs (a, f, s) cool blue by kerminghaos (a, f) codename: viper by @yutaholic (a, f, s)

DOYOUNG

afterglow by @epinebleue (a, f, s) [coming back soon!]

JAEHYUN

devoted (series) by @maknaesdancersrappers (a, f, s) i like me better (when i'm with you) by @tyonfs (a, f, c, s) for the rest of our lives by @epinebleue (a) baby by @moonctzeny (a, f, s)

MARK

bugboy by @btsfaris (a, f, s) is there somewhere + running back to you by @rosepetalmark (a, f, s) b-side + a-side by @luvdsc (a, f) watch me by @sluttyten (f, s) perfect by @rainverry (a, f) YES IM PROMOTING MYSELF IM JUST PROUD OF THIS ONE OKAY PLS LOOK AWAY

HAECHAN

winter nights by youaremyfullsun (a, f, s) no longer by youaremyfullsun (a, f) and they were roommates by @tyonfs (a, f, s)

JAEMIN

two nights, one you by @nctsworld (a, f, s) cat & mouse by @tyonfs (f, c, s) besties (gone sexual) by @tyonfs (a, f, c, s)

YANGYANG

game on by @tyonfs (f, s) (honestly, anything by alice is a masterpiece!!)

#nct fluff #nct smut #nct fic recs #nct scenarios #nct fic #fic recs

[yutaholic]

codename: viper (M)

PAIRING: Yuta (NCT) + reader (female)

SUMMARY: ten years ago, Yuta walked away from a life of villainy to be a husband and father, but when an enemy comes lurking, he is ready to protect his family by any vicious means necessary...

WARNINGS: mild language; violent scenarios with mentions of blood; dialogue related to pregnancy and childbirth; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 17k words; this is part of my villain series, beast mode

There was nothing like the view of your house after a brutal day at the office. The sun had long set over the neighborhood as you drove down a street of identical houses. Hiding in plain sight, your husband called it.

Parking in the driveway, you gathered your bag and your high heels, which you had kicked off the moment you got into the car. It had been a grueling twelve hours, the majority spent in court. You walked up the path through the yard, the cold pavement soothing on your bare feet, and opened the front door quietly.

Your babies would be in bed by now, unfortunately. And you didn’t want to wake them.

The moment you stepped into the house, the savory smell of hot food wafted into your nose and your stomach growled, hitting you with hunger pains. “Yum,” you muttered to yourself, dropping your high heels beside the row of shoes by the front door. The sight of two small pairs of sneakers always made you smile.

Yuta was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove, and at the sound of your approaching footsteps, he turned and greeted, “Hello, District Attorney Nakamoto.”

You grinned, marching right over to your husband and slumping into his chest.

Yuta hugged you tight, kissed your temple, and asked, “Put away a lot of bad men today?”

“A few,” you replied, your energy running on empty, but with every second spent in his arms, you could feel yourself refueling. “Some bad women too.”

Yuta rubbed your back as you broke reluctantly from his hug, though you still clung to his waist, and teased, “I remember when you used to threaten to lock me up forever.”

You gave him a wry smirk. “That was just my way of flirting.”

“Or the times you grilled me in interrogation for hours. Handcuffs included.”

“That was foreplay.”

Yuta snickered. Then, he turned serious for a moment to say, “It’s been a pleasure watching you climb your way to the throne.”

You flushed a little, taken aback by the compliment. “Do you think I’m worthy to sit on it?”

Yuta was stern, as to be expected. “There’s no one more worthy than you.”

You sighed, all the tension breaking in your chest.

Yuta pressed a tender kiss to your lips, which you returned, overlapping your arms on his shoulders and deepening the kiss. It took the loud popping of food over the fire to draw your husband away from you.

“How are the babies?” you asked as Yuta prepared you a plate.

Your husband grinned from ear to ear and gushed, “They’re amazing. Together, they’re smarter than both of us combined.”

You pretended to wince. “Oh, dear. Make sure they never hear you say that.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“And no sign of any…”

Powers.

Yuta shook his head. It was around this age his abilities had fully surfaced. He studied the twins intently, painstakingly, every day. They were his children; it was likely he passed the gene to them, but there was a chance your genes could have defeated his.

You dropped the subject. It was no secret Yuta hoped his children hadn’t inherited his gift. And given they were five years old now, there was a strong chance he’d gotten his wish. It was bittersweet, to say the least.

“I hate when you work late,” Yuta mumbled, walking over to the dining table with your plate in hand.

“I know, but we’re spread so thin right now,” you told him tiredly as you took the seat he pulled out for you.

Yuta sat beside you, keeping you company while you ate your dinner. Propping his head on his hand, he smarted, “No one wants to work for the justice system? I’m shocked.”

You chuckled as you chewed your food, but sadness seeped into your voice when you said, “We get some really good people, especially the younger ones, but the system breaks them eventually. It’s stacked against all of us.”

“No wonder villains choose to play by their own rules,” Yuta said snidely under his breath.

You gave him a look. It wasn’t the first time he’d made that kind of comment and it wouldn’t be the last. Yuta fully supported the work you did, but a life of villainy had shaped him in ways you would never understand.

“Humanity has to have laws that separate us from the animals.”

Yuta whispered darkly, “Some of us are animals, my love.”

You cocked your head and flirted, “Not you, Viper.”

Yuta smirked. Then, his expression shifted and he caught himself staring at you with admiration. You were the only woman that had ever embraced his darkness. You never punished him for his past, but you pushed him toward a healthier future.

“I want a better world for our babies too,” he whispered, reaching over to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

That meant everything to you. If Yuta was in your corner, believing in you, you knew you could do anything. You leaned toward your husband and kissed his cheek, which made Yuta blush. He was a sucker for affection.

“This is delicious, babe,” you said a moment later, dabbing at your lips with the napkin. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Yuta retorted, “The spawn have been begging for steak for days. Daddy is getting pretty good with the grill.”

You snorted back a laugh. You still remembered the days Yuta could barely cook noodles without setting the house on fire. Not to mention the time he put both of you in the hospital with food poisoning for accidentally cooking well-expired ham. To this day, you and your husband still gave sideward glances toward ham.

Yuta made it a point to prepare home cooked meals for you and the kids. And after many, many classes (which you were forbidden from telling any of his friends about because he had a ruthless reputation to protect), he had gotten pretty good at it. Your husband’s newest favorite method was the grill on the back porch that you bought him for his birthday. He had grilled almost everything that could be grilled at this point, much to the delight of your children.

Speaking of the precious spawn, your twins came running out of their room, Suki practically sprinting and dragging Yuma by the hand behind her.

“Big news,” your daughter announced loudly.

Yuta shot them a glance and said, “The two of you are supposed to be sleeping.”

“Daddy, this is important,” Suki countered without missing a beat. She gave her brother a little push in your direction and said, “Tell them, Yuma.”

Yuma shifted nervously, his eyes on the floor. Holding eye contact was very hard for him. Your son was painfully shy. “I, um, I was thinking,” he started.

You and Yuta waited patiently, always prepared to give him the time he needed to put his thoughts into words.

Suki rubbed his arm in comfort. “It’s okay, Yuma. You can tell them.”

Yuma sucked in a breath and said, “I… want to be an artist.”

You exchanged looks with Yuta, both of you fighting back delighted smiles.

“That’s great,” Yuta said brightly.

You nodded emphatically. “I would love to see your art, baby.”

Yuma made a noise. “It’s not ready yet.”

“Oh.”

“Yuma wants to do art,” Suki said with excitement. “But he thinks people will say it’s stupid.”

Yuta snorted. “If anyone says your art is stupid, Yuma, then they are idiots with no taste.”

“Exactly,” you agreed.

Your son smiled, relieved. With the three of you on his team, he was ready to try.

Yuta lowered his tone to something mischievous and asked, “Now, be honest, did the two of you stay up waiting for Mommy to come home?”

“Yes,” the twins answered in perfect sync.

You quickly rose to your feet and exclaimed, “Then, you better get over here and hug me before Daddy takes you back to bed!”

Suki and Yuma rushed toward you, colliding into your chest and you enveloped them in your arms. Yuta let out a fake growl and held up his hands, chanting, “I’m coming to get you!”

The twins squealed and laughed as you raced through the living room with them in your arms, keeping them out of their father’s clutches.

Not long after, you met Yuta’s eyes and smiled contentedly. Suki and Yuma were nestled between you and their father, sound asleep. Yuta traced his thumb over your cheek as you drifted off.

Everything was right in the little world you shared with your family.

Only a few years ago you’d wondered if you would ever be where you were now.

“It’s killing me, Yuta,” you cried, on the verge of tears. “I wanna get pregnant. I want to have a baby with you.”

“I know,” Yuta sighed, level. He was reluctant to show you just how distressed he was, because Yuta was an empath where you were concerned. He tended to reflect your emotions. Especially when they were running high.

You paced in front of your husband, who was leaning against the doorway of the bedroom. Little by little, you’d stripped out of your clothes from work and Yuta had tossed you one of his shirts to wear over your naked body.

This was less of an argument and more of an unresolved conflict. And if there was one staple in your relationship with Yuta, it was that the two of you could talk through anything.

“But the work I do is important,” you continued, voice breaking with sadness and longing. How you could miss a baby you’d never met was beyond your understanding. “I can’t give up my job, but I’ll be damned if I let a stranger raise our kid.”

Yuta finally approached you, crooning, “Babe, calm down for a second.”

“It’s eating me up,” you whimpered, spinning your wedding band on your finger the way you always did when you were stressed.

You and Yuta had recently celebrated your second anniversary of marriage. The discussion of babies was coming up more often. You both wanted kids. It was something you talked about together even before you got married.

But everything in your career was falling into place. Your dedication did not go unnoticed by Hel’s brutal justice system. You were a fierce prosecutor, sorely needed in a city rife with both lawless villains and corrupt heroes.

You found yourself at a crossroads of your dreams - being Hel’s hammer of consequences and making your hometown safer or being a mom and having a baby with the love of your life.

Yuta called your name and said, “I’ll raise the baby.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide. “What?”

Yuta nodded and said it again, “I will raise the baby. You can keep your career. It’s okay.”

You gawked, like your brain had short-circuited. “You’re okay with me being the breadwinner?”

“As long as there’s bread to eat, I really don’t give a fuck who wins it,” Yuta quipped.

“God, Yuta,” you groaned as he gathered you in his arms. “You keep setting the bar too fucking high.”

Yuta laughed at that.

You melted into him, stars in your eyes. He had the most beautiful laugh and smile you had ever seen. The sight still made butterflies dance in your stomach, even after all the years spent together. Your body was already on fire. It was taking all of your restraint not to pounce on him.

Yuta could tell and the corner of his mouth lifted in that trademark smirk of his. It was going to be a very long night of baby making, Yuta sensed, and he had a feeling you’d be calling out of work in the morning. Kneading at your hips, your husband asked, “What do you say? You bring home the bacon and I’ll cook it.”

Your heart was so full you thought it would burst at any second. “You’re gonna raise our baby?”

Yuta stole a quick kiss and said, “Gladly. It would be my honor to raise our children.”

You bit your lip, shivering as his hands ran up and down your back. Then, without another word, you walked over to the dresser and grabbed the packet of birth control pills, holding them up dramatically before dropping them in the trash bin.

Yuta kept his promise. After your babies were born, you went back to work, determined to make Hel a safer place.

Raising the twins was Yuta’s greatest pride. He loved watching them grow, enjoyed teaching them everything they needed to know about life. Every day, he would catch himself staring at Yuma and Suki in wonder.

How such beautiful, pure creatures came from him was a goddamn mystery.

It was early in the afternoon when Yuta returned with the twins after a few hours of kindergarten. Schools in Hel were a little different. The affluent could afford to send their kids to very secure private schools and you didn’t mind shelling out the extra money for that.

Regardless, Yuta tended to hover near the school until it was time to pick the kids up. Just in case. He had no idea how he was going to cope with the following year when they would be at school all day. Yuta was seriously considering getting a job at the damn school, but Suki would be opposed. She often called him out on his hovering, much to Yuta’s amusement.

Yuta drove home with the twins in the backseat, all three of them singing along to the radio. Suki belted her little lungs out while Yuma mumbled the words he knew here and there. Yuta constantly caught himself smiling until his cheeks ached.

Back at home, he set out snacks for the kids and Yuma made himself comfortable at the coffee table in the living room to work on his drawings. Since he told you and Yuta about his passion for art, Yuma’s pictures were beginning to collect on the walls. It was the boost his confidence needed.

Yuta’s hand shook with the urge to chuck the calculator against the wall. God, he hated balancing the fucking checkbook. One of these days he was going to hire one of his friends to do it. Someone good at math. Probably Jungwoo.

Suki finished her snack and walked over to the dining table where her father was slowly but surely losing the will to live and called, “Daddy?”

Yuta looked over his shoulder. “Yes, Suki?”

“I have a problem.”

Well, that was Yuta’s least favorite phrase. Nothing unnerved him quite like it. Setting down his pencil and turning to her, he asked, “Okay, do you want to talk about it or is it something I need to fix?”

Suki replied flatly, “I would like to talk to you about it.”

Yuta patted the seat next to him and said, “Alright. I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Suki clambered into the chair and began, “There’s a girl in my class.”

Yuta waited patiently.

“We held hands today.”

Yuta breathed a little easier, having expected something a bit more dire. “That’s nice,” Yuta said with a smile. “Did you want to do that?”

Suki nodded happily. “Yes, I liked it.”

Yuta fought a laugh. “Good. Okay.”

“I want to marry her,” she announced, very matter of fact.

“Oh. I see.”

“Is that okay?”

Yuta chewed over his words carefully before answering, “Well, I think it’s sweet you found someone you like, but Suki, marriage is a very big step.”

“Hm.”

“Do you think you’re ready for that?”

Suki’s face was filled with determination. Yuta’s daughter feared nothing and felt the world was hers for the conquering, and he’d be damned if anyone ever told her otherwise. “Yes. I love her,” she told him.

Yuta was grinning, trying desperately not to giggle. Judging by the look in her eyes, Suki had no idea the gravity of what she was asking. She was only five years old, after all. “And while I appreciate that, do you have money for a wedding?”

Suki thought about it, tallying up her allowance money in her head, and replied, “I have a little bit.”

“And a house? Do you have money for a place to live with the person you marry?”

His daughter grimaced. “I didn’t think about that.”

Yuta reached over to take her tiny hand and gave it a squeeze, explaining delicately, “That is why it’s important to go to school so you can get a good job one day and have a nice house for you and your partner. Because marriage is a partnership.”

“Like you and Mommy?”

Yuta smiled warmly at the thought of you and said, “Yes. Mommy works very hard to give us this nice house.”

Suki sighed and her eyes sparkled. “I love Mommy.”

“I do too.”

A thought struck Suki. She looked to her father expectantly and asked, “Did you want to marry Mommy when you held hands?”

Yuta bobbed his head. “Absolutely. Holding hands with a pretty girl triggers all the happy feelings in your brain.”’

Suki giggled.

Yuta peered down at his daughter with joy. She was the cutest thing in the world with her sweet smile and bouncy pigtails. She looked a lot like you while Yuma looked more like him, but Yuta could see himself in Suki when she was up to no good. She had his mischievous grin and his penchant for trouble.

Suki seemed content with the conversation and gave her father a grateful kiss on the cheek before sliding off the chair.

Yuta stopped her to ask, “One question, Suki. Did anyone say anything to you about holding hands with a girl?”

She seemed puzzled by that, brows furrowed. “No.”

“Good,” Yuta said. He would not hesitate to march into that school and give them a piece of his mind if necessary. Yuta was always in fight mode when it came to his babies. Fortunately, the school knew you were Hel’s biggest lawyer and went out of their way not to piss either of you off.

“Did I miss anything today?” you asked that night after finishing your dinner, following Yuta over to the sofa in the living room.

Yuta poured you a glass of wine and took the empty spot beside you, putting his own glass to his lips and replying, “Your daughter wants to get married.”

You lurched, almost choking on your drink.

Yuta was beaming, sidling closer to you as he added, “To a pretty girl in her class.”

“I’ll be damned,” you said, shaking your head with a laugh. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her that while marriage is admirable, it’s also very expensive,” Yuta quipped, draping his arm around your shoulders.

You downed another mouthful of wine and groaned, “God, why are they growing up so fast?”

“We’re gonna blink and they’ll be our age.”

“Don’t say that. I swear, I just birthed them yesterday.”

Yuta snorted.

You mulled it over and spoke like you were presenting closing arguments for a case, “Tell them they can’t get married until at least thirty. They’re ours. We don’t want to share them with anyone else for a long time.”

Yuta clinked his glass against yours. “I’ll be sure to tell them.”

You lowered your head, breathing out a sigh. Blinking rapidly, because your eyes had begun to burn, a tear escaped and rolled down your cheek. You did your best to quickly wipe it away with your hand, hiding the evidence as it were, but Yuta saw. He could feel your body tensing up.

“Baby, don’t do that to yourself,” your husband whispered. He knew you too well, better than anyone else on earth.

You sniffled and more tears followed when you cried, “I feel like I’m missing out on so much. What if I look back and I’ve missed everything, Yuta?”

“Come here,” Yuta crooned, tugging you close.

You buried your face in his chest and closed your eyes, dampening his shirt with your tears.

Yuta rubbed your arm, trying to warm you because he knew a cruel chill was working its way through your body. You were exhausted and burnt out, and for every criminal you put away, three more took its place. You were a warrior locked in an endless war with a hydra.

You hated working late, hated that the sweet beautiful moments with your children were few and far between, but you were determined to fix the system before they had to live under it.

There were days you wished you could live somewhere else, but the rest of the world had designated Hel the only sanctuary for those with powers. If they ventured anywhere else, they were hunted to the death. Regardless of Yuta’s abilities, you would never ask him to run forever.

Once you were spent of your tears, Yuta slipped his fingers into your hair and tugged your head back so he could search your face. You weren’t surprised when he kissed your wet lips, tasting the salt on his tongue.

The two unfinished glasses of wine were left behind on the coffee table as Yuta popped your legs around his waist and carried you into the bedroom. You disappeared with him into a haze of kisses and touches, lust and passion.

Yuta wasn’t satisfied until he broke you. Until your body was as exhausted as your heart and mind had been. Seconds blurred into minutes and minutes blurred into hours. You were covered in sweat, tangled in damp sheets. Tears of sadness became tears of pleasure as he took you again and again.

You screamed into his hand clamped over your mouth, because Yuta dared not let the sounds you made travel outside of the bedroom. You shook with orgasm, your body an unhinged livewire, and darkness rolled over your eyes like a blackout.

It was times like these you were convinced you and your husband were made only of ecstasy. And only for each other.

“Look at me,” your husband growled, clasping your jaw. He was propped over you, rocking his cock in and out of your core at a lazy pace.

You were sore and overstimulated, shivering each time he bottomed out inside. The slow strokes of his cock were too much and yet not enough. You held onto his arms for dear life and stared into his eyes, lips parted as you panted for breath.

“You’re a good mom,” Yuta told you gently, his voice low and husky. “They love you so much. Almost as much as I do.”

Fresh tears spilled from your eyes and you whimpered just as Yuta smashed his lips on yours, silencing all of your doubts and fears with his words and with a kiss.

You were lingering in that place between awake and asleep as Yuta lowered you into the hot bath he’d prepared. With your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes, letting the heat seep into your bones while Yuta hummed along to a familiar tune. You barely remembered him drying you off and tucking you into bed.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, leaving one last kiss on the corner of your mouth.

In the morning, you roused out of bed, careful to be quiet as Yuta still slept. You always envied him a little extra on Saturdays. Not only did he get to sleep in, he got to spend the day with the babies.

You showered and dressed, and walked over to the bed, propping yourself over your husband and kissing his cheek. “I love you so much,” you murmured, leaving one more kiss near the corner of his mouth.

Yuta garbled a vague “love you” in his mother tongue, still asleep.

You grinned that even in his dreams he could hear you and tiptoed away to another long day of putting down Hel’s worst criminals.

Sunday was the only day of the week you had off and they were without contest your favorite day of the week. You and your husband were reluctant to leave the bed at a reasonable hour, catching up on much-needed rest, and eventually the twins crawled in to cuddle. Rather than get up, Yuta put on a movie for them, the latest Pixar release, which they happily watched in the comfort of your bed while you and Yuta dozed a bit more.

The next time you woke up, your daughter was pushing on your shoulder. She jumped up and down on the mattress, chanting, “Wake up, Mommy. Wake up!”

You stirred, blinking to clear your vision, and snatched your daughter, bringing her in close for a hug. Suki was all giggles, hugging you back.

“Daddy made pancakes,” she told you hurriedly, trying to roll you off the mattress.

“I’m coming, baby,” you rasped, staggering out of bed. You wobbled over to the dresser, putting on some sweatpants to go with Yuta’s tee you were wearing, and followed your daughter out to the living room.

Yuta was holding your son over the counter and you watched as Yuma scattered chocolate chips onto the pancakes. Your husband glanced up and flashed you a grin. “Hey, Mama. Finally out of hibernation, are you?”

“And whose fault is that?” you shot back playfully.

Yuta stuck out his tongue. The images of you howling his name into the pillow and scraping your nails down his back were still fresh in his mind.

“I’ll get my revenge tonight,” you murmured under your breath, stealing a chocolate chip from the bag and popping it into your mouth.

“Mommy,” Suki whispered quietly, tugging on your shirt.

Discreet, you handed her a few chocolate chips which she crammed into her mouth with a victorious grin.

The four of you sat at the table and ate your pancakes. Laughter echoed through the house. You couldn’t put into words how much you enjoyed eating with your family. After a week of solitary dinners, nothing warmed your heart than when the four of you were together.

Suki was a riot of personality. You and your daughter went back and forth, arguing facetiously over the most mundane things. Yuta was already making jokes about her following in your footsteps as a vicious lawyer.

Yuma was just like his father. In the tiny lulls between you and Suki’s fast-paced conversation, he let monotonous comments pass. The epitome of Yuta’s dry humor. Your son was hilarious without trying. Yuta would throw his head back and laugh, chiming in as well. It was only when with his family that Yuma defeated his shyness.

Where Suki had Yuta’s mischief, Yuma had your balance. While Suki had your snark, Yuma had his father’s wit. Yuta often said the twins inherited the best parts of you and him.

With breakfast finished, you gathered the plates and took them into the kitchen to clean. You had to chase Yuta away more than once, insisting he relax on the couch. It wasn’t often you got to actually wash something. Yuma and Suki came to help you, but more or less ended up just keeping you company.

In keeping with Sunday tradition, the four of you went to the park not far from your neighborhood. It was a nice, breezy walk, your fingers intertwined with Yuta’s. Suki led the way, not surprising, and Yuma was a step behind her.

Once the playground was in sight, Suki took off running, rushing over to join her friends. Yuma stopped and turned to look at you, and you encouraged him forward. Your son meandered over to the swings, watching his sister who was gabbing away with the other kids as if she’d never left.

You sat comfortably on one of the benches, returning the waves of familiar parents nearby. Yuta traced senseless patterns on your shoulder, leaning his head against yours. The two of you were content to watch your kids play.

What was mundane to others was paradise to Yuta. His life had been chaos; absolute, utter chaos, but now, it was beautiful and calm. He wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

“Yuta?”

“Hm?”

You nestled deeper into his embrace and said, “I need to take a step back.”

Yuta made a tiny noise, as if in agreement, but without saying it outright.

“I miss them so much,” you whispered, then turned to him. “I miss you.”

“I’m right here, babe. We’re not going anywhere.”

You chewed on your lip. “I want to be home more. The kids will be in school full days next year. At the very least, I can try to stop working until night. That way I can see them in the evenings.”

“What will that mean for justice?”

“I won’t be able to pack in as many cases in a day as I usually do, but maybe that’s a price Hel will have to pay.”

Yuta was gleaming. “I support whatever you want to do.”

You smiled, happy, and turned your eyes back to your children. Their smiles warmed you down to your very soul.

By the time you returned to the house, Yuma was sound asleep in your arms and Suki was drooling on Yuta’s shoulder. You tucked them both into their beds and turned off the light, closing the door as quietly as possible.

“One minute past their nap time and they are out,” you joked, tying up your hair into a bun on your head.

“They don’t even realize they’ve worn themselves out until it’s too late,” Yuta added, standing before the television with the weather report on. His phone was in hand and Yuta viewed his unread messages. He liked to be kept up to date on the state of the criminal underground and the dangers on the city’s surface, but he never told you that.

You were better off not knowing that Yuta kept his fingers on the pulse of Hel.

Plopping down on the sofa, you let two whole seconds of quiet pass before whining, “Ugh, go wake them up. I miss them.”

Yuta chuckled and turned off the television. Setting down his phone, he made a beeline for you and you cried out in surprise when Yuta steered you onto your back on the couch and crawled over you, leaving playful kisses across your neck.

Your giggles shifted into moans. Yuta pinned you under his weight and stroked his clothed cock on your thigh, his hand down your pants. You sighed his name into his ear and arched your body into his, the two of you writhing together and getting each other off.

Yuta made you feel like a teenager again, sneaking off to hook up in the car or stealing a quickie in the bathroom. There was no end to his desire for you. You were his other half and the mother of his children. Every day, he fell more deeply in love with you.

And you with him.

Yuta’s breath was hot on your neck as he let out one final moan. Your husband clambered off of you and slumped back against the couch, both of you disheveled and panting. And buzzing with that post-coital surge of dopamine.

“Fuck,” you groaned, eyes fixated on your husband. His cheeks were red and sweat glistened across his collarbones. With your legs still around his hips, you flexed your thighs, intentionally trying to get a reaction out of him.

Yuta swallowed to wet his dry throat and smoothed his hand over the lowest plane of your stomach possessively. “Woman, you’re insatiable,” he growled, feigning annoyance.

“You satiate me just fine,” you purred, grabbing his hand and dragging it underneath your shirt until he landed on your breast.

Yuta instinctively squeezed your mound, teasing his fingers over your nipple, and asked lowly, “Think you can wait until tonight for more?”

“Yes,” you said, but the fire in your eyes betrayed your words.

Yuta bit his lip, raking his eyes down your body. Knowing your warm, wet cunt was right there, inches from his cock, made him start to heat up again. Your husband shifted, draping himself over you once more, and teased, “It would be just like the babies to come running out here as soon as I get it in.”

You laughed. “Like the six-week mark?”

Yuta dropped his head to the crook of your shoulder with a groan and his reply was mumbled against your skin, “How could I forget?”

Six weeks after you gave birth was the imposed limit for intercourse your doctor had given you. And god knew you were counting down the days. Yuta pretended to have far more patience than you did, acting unaffected by the lack of intimacy. Honestly, having two newborn babies was distraction enough.

But as the clock winded down, you and Yuta were doing a mating dance of frustration and downright insanity. It was endless flirting and touching and the most obscene sexts you’d ever seen. Or sent. On more than one occasion you messily dry humped each other to the finish line over the nearest surface. Not your proudest moment, but you had to take what you could get.

When six weeks came and Yuta called your doctor to make sure it would absolutely be okay for him to touch you again, the two of you nearly destroyed the house on the way to the bedroom.

And just before Yuta was about to cautiously sink inside you, the baby monitor burst with cries.

This pattern continued for two weeks. Every time you were about to get railed by your husband, your beloved twins let their feelings be known on the other side of the house, screaming for milk or a diaper change or just to be held. Which effectively ended the mood.

It wasn’t until Yuta’s saint of a mother offered to take care of the twins for a day that you and Yuta enjoyed twenty minutes of fucking around and then, hilariously, spent the remaining ten hours catching up on sleep.

“How was your nap?” Yuta asked your son as he dragged his feet out to the living room. You and your husband were sitting on the couch, cleaned up, and had been talking quietly amongst yourselves.

Yuma rubbed his sleepy eyes. “Good,” he finally said, remembering his father had asked him, and climbed into your lap, using your chest as a pillow.

Yuta smiled fondly and reached over, smoothing down Yuma’s fluffy dark hair.

Suki joined not long after, her face puffy and her eyes squinting. Unlike her brother, she was too tired to speak and merely collapsed into Yuta’s lap in the most dramatic fashion.

The debate was soon on for dinner. Yuta always ordered something rather than cooked, since it was the day of rest and all. Traditionally your husband and kids would play rock-paper-scissors to decide. You never played, because you rather sucked at it and always lost so why bother.

When Yuma emerged the victor, Yuta and Suki threw up their hands and whined over their defeat, much to you and Yuma’s amusement. Your son excitedly declared, “Pizza!”

Fresh, hot pizza was delivered to the door in twenty minutes. Yuta carried the big box to the dining table and called, “Come and get it, spawn!”

Your twins were already tripping over themselves to take their place at the table and you were a few steps behind. As Suki impatiently grabbed at the slice her father had put on a plate before her, Yuta made a disapproving sound and chided, “Wait a second, silly girl.”

Suki lifted her chin as Yuta tucked a large napkin into the collar of her shirt, protecting her clothes from the mess she was undoubtedly about to make. You did the same for Yuma, who rarely ever spilled, but he never wanted Suki to feel like she was the only one that had to wear a bib. Yuma was all about sibling solidarity.

The evening was defined by full bellies and endless laughter, much like the rest of your day. Suki decided to stand on her chair and regale the rest of you with a recap of the latest episode of Sailor Moon she’d watched. Yuma would calmly chime in here and there with major plot details she missed and Suki was ever appreciative. He was the only one allowed to interrupt her, on account of them sharing a womb and all.

As night fell, Yuta snuck away to prepare a bath and once it was ready, the twins followed you eagerly in. They played in the bubbles while you washed their hair and made sure to splash you right in the face. Yuma pretended he was a sea turtle, while Suki decided she was a walrus.

Everyone brushed their teeth and washed their faces. Suki treated both as if they were Olympic events and Yuma was content to watch you in the mirror the whole time, trying to imitate you. The twins dressed in their pajamas without much fuss, but Yuta knew better.

“I don’t wanna go to sleep,” Suki cried loudly, racing into the living room. “I wanna stay with Mommy!”

Yuta reminded, “Suki, you get grouchy if you stay up past ten.”

Yuma turned to you and asked, “Why is the weekend over?”

You snorted. “I ask myself that every Sunday, baby.”

Suki darted between Yuta’s legs, escaping his intentionally slow attempts to catch her, all the while yelling that she wasn’t tired.

Sensing both of your kids on the verge of a meltdown, you spoke firmly, “Suki and Yuma, come here to me. Now.”

No one dared contend with that tone.

The twins did as told, flocking to your outstretched arms. You hauled them up with you onto the sofa and steered your babies to lay their heads on your chest, as you’d always done since the day they were born. Pressing a kiss to each of their heads, you started to hum.

Yuma and Suki held each other’s hands in your midst and smiled at each other before closing their eyes. Listening to your heartbeat reminded them of the warmth and safety of your womb. You rocked back and forth a little, humming that familiar tune. Yuta braced his hands on the back of the couch, watching over you and your babies.

When you were pregnant, Yuta made a habit of talking and singing to your growing belly. It was hard for you not to join in even though you didn’t have a beautiful singing voice like he did. Yuta would beg to differ, but that was an argument for another day.

Around your eighth month, you were put on bedrest which almost made you lose your mind with boredom. As someone who was perpetually busy, laying around was the quickest and most effective way for you to go insane. Yuta was forever brainstorming ways to keep you occupied.

It also lent itself to fear. You had nothing to do but think and your brain decided to fixate on all the things that could go wrong with a twin pregnancy. Add hormones to that and you were a messy ball of nerves wound up so tight you thought you would snap.

Yuta cradled your face and pressed his lips to your brow, humming softly. Telling you to calm down would only frustrate you more, so he treated you like a fussy baby. And it worked. You sniffed back the tears and closed your eyes, letting him rock you back and forth with his hand on your big belly as he hummed that little tune he’d come up with for the babies inside you.

And here you were, five years later, soothing the twins with those same low notes. They had no meaning outside of your house, but for your little family, they were everything. Yuma let out a soft sigh and you knew he was dozing off. Suki fought sleep for the sake of her pride, but her little lashes batted heavier and heavier.

You kept humming as Yuta took your son carefully from your arms and you continued humming as you carried Suki into the bedroom behind him. You gave each of them a kiss on their foreheads and whispered, “Goodnight, my darlings. Sweet dreams only.”

Then, Yuta turned on their night light that shone a galaxy on the ceiling and closed the door behind you.

Yuta took you by the hand and led you with him to the bedroom. Just shy of the bed, he gave you a little spin, twirling you like at the start of a dance, before pulling you into his arms. You giggled, meeting his oncoming kiss.

“I wish every day was like this,” you sighed longingly.

Yuta hummed an agreement against your mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips. Seeing you hold those babies made Yuta out of his mind with love for you.

You kissed him hotly, running your hands beneath his shirt to palm at his warm skin, feeling the taut lines of his abs. When the kisses grew out of control, you braced your hands on his chest, cocked your head toward the bed and said, “Lay down.”

Yuta smirked at you and did as told, taking off his shirt and laying on his stomach over the mattress.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and sitting squarely on his butt. Then, you started running your hands up and down his naked back.

Yuta let out a little moan. You could break every knot in his muscles until he was mush in your hands.

“No matter how hard I work, I know you work twice as hard,” you told him, massaging his shoulders. “You’re doing an amazing job with our babies.”

“I’m doing my best.”

You put forward more pressure, working away the tension in his muscles. Every now and then, Yuta grunted or moaned and you knew you were on the right track.

There were lines in his back. Battle scars, he called them. You often wondered how much evil Yuta had seen in his lifetime, but he never told you. He kept those secrets buried deep within. You knew your husband was a force to be reckoned with and that was part of the reason you slept so soundly in his arms.

You dragged your lips down his spine, kissing across his scars, making Yuta shiver beneath you. You pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses over his broad shoulders and tongued your way along the ridges of his muscles.

Yuta shifted, all the blood rushing to his cock. Your every touch was enough to drag him to the edge of ruin.

“You feel like getting pegged tonight?” you teased, licking your lips a bit hungrily.

“I’m not in the mood,” Yuta said, nonchalant.

“Oh?”

Yuta glanced at you over his shoulder and growled, “I’d rather fuck the shit out of you.”

You snickered. “You already did last night. Tonight, I wanna make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good, baby.”

“Well, I’m ready when you are.”

Yuta turned over beneath you, grabbing your hips. He peered up at you in reverence and whispered, “I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”

“Babe, don’t talk like that,” you purred, running your thumb over his perfect lips. “I’ll suck the soul out of you and then there won’t be anything for me to ride.”

Yuta brought your hips down, grinding his hard cock into your clothed folds. The presence of pants between your bodies irritated him. “I’d get it back up for you in a heartbeat.”

“I know,” you said, bending down and kissing him.

You stripped each other naked between kisses. Slowly. Intimately. Like you had all the time in the world to explore and pleasure each other’s bodies with a familiarity belonging only to lovers that had been through heaven and hell together.

And not until you were begging him to take you did Yuta guide you further up his body to sit on his face.

“Mm, fuck,” you groaned when Yuta raked his tongue through your slit, teasing around your bundle of nerves. You were already throbbing with want and the lightest of touches made your body spasm.

Yuta looped his arms around your thighs, making you lower even more. He knew you were hesitant to put too much weight on him, no matter how many times he’d told you otherwise, but he was determined to have his way with you.

Your arched your hips slowly, almost barely at all, tentatively thrusting your sex closer to his mouth. Yuta worked you with his tongue, tasting your arousal and grunting lowly in the back of his throat at the taste of you.

“B-baby,” you stammered, threading your fingers through his hair. You dared not look down, because the sight of him sucking at your clit like his last meal would end you on the spot.

Yuta reached up to squeeze your breasts roughly before caressing his fingertips over your nipples until they were stiff to the touch. God, he loved your body so much he couldn't stand it.

You bit your lip to quiet yourself, but between his hands and his mouth there was no hope for you. You whimpered and whined, riding his face at a languid speed, just enough to keep his lips from getting ahold of your engorged clit.

Yuta knew that and he brought his palms to your ass. Then, he started tapping and drumming his fingers on your skin. It was a warning.

You picked up the pace, arching your cunt closer to his mouth. Gathering your bouncing breasts in your hands, you pressed them together and pinched your nipples.

That still wasn’t enough for Yuta. He reeled a hand back and landed a hard smack on your ass, making you jolt and squeal.

You sped up a little, feeling him tickling his fingers over your ass again. Reminding you how easily he could give you another spank. “Yuta,” you pleaded.

He parted from your dripping cunt to growl, “I know you can ride better than that. Just ask my dick.”

Your stomach clenched as you let him suck more intensely at your clit. The stimulation was almost too much. Your body began to shudder involuntarily.

Yuta let a hand slip from your ass, holding it at the ready, and he smirked against your lower lips as you rolled your hips frantically in response. The moment you shied away from his tongue, he brought his hand down on your ass, sending a loud slap through the room.

“I can’t, baby,” you choked out, craning your body back and bracing your hands on opposite sides of his waist.

Yuta pinched your hips in his hands and lifted his head, flicking his tongue mercilessly on your clit. You can and you will, he thought to himself, chuckling against your folds.

You fisted the blanket and panted, your breaths loud and downright pathetic. Eyes winched closed, you bucked your pussy into your husband’s face, seeking the wet warmth of his tongue while everything in your body tried to escape it.

Yuta tightened his hold on your hips as you came, grinning smugly at the lecherous sounds leaving your mouth. He could feel his fingers sinking into your flesh to the point of bruising, but he knew how much you loved that. All his energy was on his tongue, rubbing your sensitive clit until you begged him to stop.

Your legs were like jelly and your head was stuck in a fog. Yuta steered you back into position over his hips, rutting his hard cock against your soaked folds. You swallowed to wet your dry throat and ran a hand through your hair, peering down at your husband and shaking your head. “You’re a fucking god. I hope you know that.”

Yuta chuckled, draping his hands lazily on your thighs while he kept grinding into you, waiting. Your pussy coated his length in your juices, evidence of how hard he’d made you come.

Part of you, when things became serious in your relationship with Yuta, wondered if the fires between you would ever die down. Years of dating passed, then marriage, culminating with the arrival of your children and the answer was still no. Yuta still drowned you in his passion like it was the first time.

“You’re mine,” Yuta had hissed into your skin on your wedding night, crushing you in his arms as he buried his cock inside you. “Every inch of you is mine. Every breath you take is mine.”

With that memory fresh in your mind, you grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your neck to hold. Lifting your hips, you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock and guided him into your entrance, sinking down on him. You were so slick from orgasm, he pressed right in without resistance. But you still moaned at the girth of him stretching you.

Yuta squeezed your throat, clenching his jaws at the tight heat of you enveloping him. “Fuck,” he staggered out, abs flexing as he fought the urge to pound his cock into your perfect pussy.

Adjusted, you braced your hands on Yuta’s chest and started to ride him, moving in a way that he stroked deep inside you. You locked eyes with your husband, watching the pleasure on his face, and purred, “You’re mine.”

“All yours,” Yuta said, breathless.

You bounced on his cock until Yuta lost the last of his restraint. That was when he wrapped his arms around you, trapping you to him, and began to thrust up into you, hips slapping into your ass at inhuman speed. You held onto his shoulders and moaned desperately into his neck, enduring his brutal pace until another orgasm ripped through you.

The echo of your cries and the clamping of your cunt around his length made Yuta burst, stuffing his cock into you as deep as he could go and filling you with his load. He shuddered and groaned, fisting a hand into your hair and biting down on the base of your neck.

Utterly spent, the two of you slumped limply into the bed and held each other tight like no force on earth could ever tear you apart.

In the morning, you couldn’t bring yourself to get up for work after the third night in a row spent tangled with your husband. You called to let them know you would be coming in late and since you were technically the boss, no one could tell you otherwise.

Funny enough, your secretary applauded you for finally taking a little break.

The moment you tossed your phone back onto the nightstand and folded the pillow under your head, Yuta was on you. You hummed when he settled his weight on your back, trailing kisses over your cheek.

If you thought you would be getting extra sleep after presenting a rare opportunity of morning sex to your husband, you were mistaken.

Yuta glanced up at the clock and mumbled, “The babies won’t be up for a while.”

You smirked, closing your eyes and feigning indifference, but you lifted your hips, making your ass bounce into his stiff cock. Like intimacy with Yuta was all your body was capable of craving. Still naked from the night before, you arched your back into his body, moaning softly when his dick rubbed against your folds.

Yuta whispered filth in your ear as he pushed the blankets and pillows away from you. You held the edge of the mattress and cried out when Yuta steered you into position roughly, bending your leg up and pressing a hand into your lower back.

You wiggled your ass, enticing him to take you, and sucked in a breath when two fingers slipped into your hole.

“You’re still wet,” Yuta hissed, biting down on the bridge of your shoulder and pumping his digits between your folds to prepare you.

You taunted, “I stay wet for you. You know that.”

Yuta gathered a handful of your hair in his fist, yanking your head back to kiss and tongue at your throat while he withdrew his fingers from your pussy and guided his cock in, impaling you on every last inch.

“Yuta,” you moaned, your eyes rolling back. You gripped the edge of the mattress harder, your mouth gaping.

Yuta let out a noise of pleasure as he coaxed his cock deep into your cunt, the kind of sound that made you clench on him. “So fucking tight and swollen, baby,” he crooned in a tone meant to rile you up. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, biting your lip. His hands roamed over you, playing with your breasts and nipples, whilst Yuta sank his hard dick into you slowly, moaning in your ear at the warmth of you around his cock.

“I love you,” he sighed, stealing a kiss.

Rather than answer, you decided to goad him. You glanced at Yuta over your shoulder, arching your hips to meet his languid pace, and whispered, “I know you can fuck harder than that. Just ask my pussy.”

Your husband could and gladly would fuck you for an hour, but you were too sore for that. You wanted a quickie. Hard and fast.

Yuta chuckled, remembering his words from the night before, and used his grip on your hair to shove you face first into the mattress. You would definitely need to stifle the noises you were about to make.

You winched your eyes closed and held the mattress for dear life, eventually biting on the edge too as Yuta smacked his hips into your ass, throttling his cock into your pussy.

“Don’t wake them up,” your husband warned, pinning his hand to the nape of your neck. He had you whimpering and moaning like he’d fucked all the goddamn sense out of you.

“I’m coming,” you told him in a matter of minutes, squirming in his hold, trying to get yourself the rest of the way.

Yuta thrust into you faster and faster, at an almost inhuman speed. Almost. Sensing you at the edge, Yuta bore down on you with his weight, whispering dirty praises in your ear, and rammed his cock into your sweet spot until you came with a cry.

“I love you,” you chanted, because it was much less embarrassing than saying thank you over and over again for the mind-shattering orgasm he’d just ripped out of you.

Feeling your pussy try to push out his cock with the intensity of your climax, Yuta got a punishing grip on your hips and plunged his length into you, releasing with a mangled groan, finishing with one hard thrust after another.

You gasped to catch your breath, bouncing ever so slightly to milk his cock. Being fucked full of his cum made you arch your back and moan, wanting every last drop he had to give.

Yuta gave your ass an appreciative slap when he reluctantly drew his soft length from you, and said, “Atta girl.”

You lay there, your entire body thrumming and satisfied, and dozed off the moment Yuta finished cleaning you with a cloth from the bathroom.

Your husband dragged the blanket over your naked body and left the room quietly, knowing that if he stayed in bed with you, it would undoubtedly result in another round.

So instead, Yuta made himself comfortable on the couch and waited for the kids to wake up. He shook his head, thinking of you and your beautiful body. Fuck, he wanted to march back in there and drill you to another toe-curling orgasm.

Yuta fixed a pot of hot coffee, knowing you would want some when you woke, and blew the steam billowing from his mug as he watched the TV. The news was reporting a steady decline in city violence; a result of the new district attorney’s efforts to put away bad men and corrupt cops.

Seeing your picture on the screen unnerved Yuta. He didn’t want your face to be so widely known. Fortunately for you, however, Yuta still had friends in low places. They would keep it known that you belonged to someone that was not to be crossed. A venomous serpent slumbering in its den, as it were.

It was half past ten when you dragged yourself out of the bedroom, forcing yourself to get ready for work. To your surprise, you found both of your children waiting for you.

“Mommy, you look beautiful today,” Yuma greeted, smiling widely at you when you emerged from the bedroom.

“Thank you, darling,” you told your son, pressing a kiss to his brow. Then, you checked the time and remembered what day it was. “No school today?”

“Teacher work day,” Suki replied. She was seated at the counter and Yuta stood beside her, jotting things down on a list.

“Anything you need from the store, Mama?” Yuta asked, spinning the pen between his fingers.

“I can’t think of anything,” you said, looking between your son and daughter. “Are you going with Daddy to the store?”

“We always do,” Suki replied excitedly.

Sadness washed over you, but you hid it quite well on your face like any seasoned lawyer. You wanted to spend some time with the babies.

Yuta saw right through you, as only he could. Turning to the twins, he started speaking rapid fire Japanese, to which they giggled because they understood perfectly.

You scowled, though it was insincere, and whined, “That’s not fair. You know Mama is still working on her Japanese.”

“You’ve been working on it for ten years, my love,” Yuta teased under his breath, then he changed his tone. “I was just telling them how smart you are.”

“Bull… poop,” you started, quickly correcting yourself before using profanity in front of your children. Yuta grinned with amusement at irritating you.

At the word poop, Yuma and Suki giggled again.

A very loud bang sent a reverberating shudder through the house, making picture frames rattle on the walls. No one flinched. Undoubtedly a villain and a hero were duking it out in the center of the city again.

One moment Yuta was beside Suki, in the next he had crossed the room, caught a falling vase and set it back, and returned to her side in the time it took you to blink.

You mumbled, “I saw that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yuta said blithely.

“Daddy says he’s not fast,” Suki announced. “Everyone else is just really slow.”

You snorted back a laugh.

“Alright, Suki, let’s hit the market,” Yuta said a moment later, tucking the shopping list into his pocket.

You blinked in surprise. “You’re not taking Yuma with you?”

Yuta shook his head, a tiny smile on his face. “He wants to stay with you.”

You looked back at your son on the sofa, who was beaming at you warmly.

Yuta and Suki gave you and Yuma parting kisses and left.

Yuma sat beside you, watching a movie intently. He held onto your hand, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, and leaned against your side like he couldn’t quite get close enough to you. While Suki could talk a mile a minute, Yuma was rather quiet. She was the one to always drag him out of his shell, while you preferred a more gentle approach.

You reached over and brushed his hair from his brow before running a finger over his cheek. It was wonderful getting to spend time with him and you wanted to catch up on things you’d missed. “Anything you wanna talk to me about?” you asked sweetly.

Yuma shrugged.

“No pressure. Whenever you want.”

Yuma nodded and flitted his eyes between you and the television, pensive. He shifted a little and after a long pause, he said, “I want to make friends.”

You turned toward him, giving your son your undivided attention, and asked, “Do you have friends at school?”

Yuma couldn’t meet your eyes and shook his head, mumbling under his breath as if he were embarrassed, “Suki has lots of friends.”

You chuckled a bit. “Suki is very… assertive.”

Yuma peered up at you with furrowed brows. “What does that mean?”

You pinched your lips, thinking of the best way to explain. “It means she goes after things very strongly.”

Your son was staring at you, admiring. He was looking at you like you were the whole world. The same way you looked at him. “She’s like you,” he said, sweet as could be. No anger or jealousy to be found.

You snorted. “I suppose so.”

“Is Daddy like that?” Yuma asked curiously.

“A bit.”

“Why not me?”

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze, saying, “You’re a little different, Yuma. But different doesn’t mean wrong. You’re just you and that’s more than enough.”

Yuma relaxed. “Okay.”

“Do you want to be more assertive? Because I could teach you.”

“I don’t.”

“See? It’s just who you are. You’re perfect.”

Yuma was comforted by that. “But I want to make friends.”

You slipped a finger under his chin, tipping his head up. “Then, you make friends that are more like you. Does that make sense?”

He nodded. “It does.”

“I never had many friends,” you told him. Once upon a time, you would never have been able to verbalize that. A large part of your life had been spent with a lonely heart.

It was something you and Yuta had in common.

That caught Yuma by surprise. He looked up at you with wide eyes and nestled closer to you, putting his little hand on your arm as if to comfort you. “You didn’t?”

“No. People thought I was weird. I was obsessed with doing good in school and becoming a lawyer.”

“What about Daddy?”

Your face lit up at the mere mention of the love of your life. “Your father is my best friend in the whole world.”

“What made you be his friend?” Yuma pressed. He was suddenly an endless well of curiosity. He liked hearing about you and Yuta before he was born. Yuta told you that Yuma asked the most questions about how the two of you met and fell in love.

Suki, on the other hand, was more inclined to hear that she came out of your tummy first and was therefore, the oldest of your twins. By nine whole minutes.

“He told me I was perfect the way I was,” you replied, smoothing back Yuma’s hair. God, he really was Yuta’s spitting image. It was like looking into his eyes even though he was miles away from you. “And that there was nothing that could ever stand in my way if I wanted to do something.”

Yuma bounced and exclaimed, “He told me the same thing!”

“Your father is very wise.”

“He is.”

You pretended to wince and put a finger over your lips, whispering, “Don’t tell him I said that. It will go straight to his head.”

Yuma covered his mouth with his hand, playing along with your little joke. “I won’t.”

You wrapped your arm around your son and pressed a kiss to his nose, cooing, “You’ll be a great friend, Yuma. I promise.”

Your son hopped into your lap, hugging you tightly.

A quiet thud made you turn your head sharply toward the front door, every hair on the back of your neck standing up.

Yuta spoke to his daughter in his mother tongue as they walked through the farmer’s market. Suki loved looking at everything there was to see and the vendors always let her taste test things because her reactions were dramatic, but very genuine.

And because Yuta was generous with his money.

“Much better,” Suki declared after eating a grape.

“Yes, Miss Suki. They were a bit watery last time, weren’t they?”

She nodded.

Yuta chuckled, then told the seller, “Two bags please.”

Gripping her father’s hand tightly as they meandered, Suki asked, “Daddy, when are we getting takoyaki?”

“Soon, princess.”

“I’m being very patient.”

Yuta’s face tensed with the threat of laughter. “Yes, you are and I appreciate it.”

Suki suddenly went rigidly still, her hand slipping from around Yuta’s fingers as she stopped dead in her tracks. The smile vanished from her face in an instant and her eyes went out of focus.

Yuta jolted, all of his attention centering on his child. Crouching down before her and holding her arms, he asked frantically, “Suki, are you okay?”

His little girl trembled, tears filling her eyes. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. For the first time in her life, she was terrified. “Daddy, something’s wrong,” she whimpered, reaching for him.

Yuta lifted her into his arms, adrenaline tickling up his spine. “What is it, baby? Do you feel sick to your stomach?”

“No, it’s Yuma. And Mommy. Something’s wrong!”

That was all Yuta needed to hear. He dropped the basket of food and cradled Suki to his chest, feeling her cling to him. “Take a deep breath and hold it, Suki.”

She did as told and in a flash, they were gone.

But he was too late.

Yuta walked slowly through the house. His hands were shaking.

The front door was splintered into pieces. The living room was destroyed like a goddamn tornado had swept through. You put up a hell of a fight. Yuta knew you would. A mother’s instinct to protect her baby was formidable even against the strongest of enemies.

Yuta stepped over the broken coffee table, analyzing everything. He could safely assume there were a number of attackers. You were no match. Hell, even in his prime he would have struggled.

There was blood smeared on the wall, but Yuta breathed a little in relief when he didn’t recognize the scent. He had been right beside you when you gave birth. He was the one that put bandaids on all of your clumsy little cuts.

He knew the scent of you intimately.

This blood was not yours. It belonged to someone that foolishly tried to separate you from your child and learned you would die or kill before that happened.

“Suki, you can come out,” Yuta said lowly. “It’s clear.”

A panel above in the ceiling moved and Suki jumped down, landing in Yuta’s arms. He held her snugly to him, feeling her shaking with emotion, and coaxed, “I know this is hard, baby, but I need you. I know you can sense your brother.”

Suki nodded.

“Is Yuma hurt? Is your mother hurt?”

Suki paused, tapping into the connection she shared with her twin. “Yuma is okay. Mama is okay,” she told him, lips quivering. “Yuma is really scared, Daddy.”

Yuta took a steadying breath. He would rend this goddamn city inside out to get back what was his. “Can you find them, Suki? Can you lead me to them?”

His daughter nodded. “I think so.”

Yuta set her down on the floor and pulled out his phone. “I need to make a call. Go grab your panic bag, okay?”

Suki trundled to her bedroom. It went without saying Yuta taught his children extensively what to do in situations like these.

He was very aware of the dangers in Hel. But he never thought someone would dare enter the Viper's nest.

Pressing the phone to his ear, Yuta paced and after two rings, a familiar voice answered. “Someone took my wife and son,” Yuta said, skipping any greetings. He didn’t have time.

“I know,” Mark replied gravely. “It’s already spreading underground.”

Yuta grit his teeth and hissed, “Who did this?”

“I'm already looking into it. Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you. Call me the second you have anything.”

“Done.”

Yuta hung up just as Suki returned with a little purple backpack. He gave her a proud smile and lifted her into his arms. “Ready, baby?”

She grabbed his face, staring into her father’s eyes, and asked, “We’re gonna find Mommy and Yuma. Right?”

Yuta gave a single nod. “Yes, Suki. We’re going to find them. I promise.”

By his tone, Suki knew her father would move mountains. She found her courage again and took a deep breath.

Despite the blindfold over your eyes and the cords wrapped tightly around your wrists, binding them together, your son was curled on your chest and you had managed to mold your entire body protectively around him.

You spoke softly and soothingly to him, but Yuma had whispered in your ear, “Daddy’s coming.”

Part of you already knew that. In your heart you knew Yuta would stop at nothing to bring you and your baby home. All you had to do was buy enough time. You kissed Yuma’s head, holding him even tighter.

Cradling your son, feeling his terror, knowing danger was closing in, was another kind of hell.

You closed your eyes and thought of Yuta. The one thing that could distract you from the suffocating grip of fear on your throat. You thought back to the moment you met, at the police station of all places. As a junior district attorney, you had been brought in to consult on whether a case could be made against him.

The Viper.

Sitting in a dimly lit room, Yuta was handcuffed to the table, but you knew you were the one in a cage with a lion. He was not captured. On the contrary, he was rather entertained.

“Everything you have on me is circumstantial,” Yuta stated plainly.

You took the seat across from him and said, “I know.”

Yuta narrowed his eyes, assuming you were manipulating him, and asked, “Then, why are you here?”

You shrugged. “Just following orders.”

“You don’t seem like the type.”

“The type of what?”

“To just do what you’re told.”

You stared into his eyes. Yuta’s gaze was hypnotic. You couldn’t look away. He was drawing you in slowly.

So began a dance of Yuta intentionally getting himself caught, prompting you to be summoned to the station to question him. Questions ended up ranging more toward you, the things you liked, the things you hated. The things you were interested in.

Who you were interested in.

As Yuta was led out of custody, free to go once again, he made sure to stop by you and whisper, “I would love to take you out to dinner.”

It took every ounce of your restraint not to smile. It was about goddamn time, to be honest. He was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. Not just his face, but his mind. Nothing about him was simple and that thrilled you.

“I can get a reservation at the Blood Raven tomorrow night. Interested?”

The Blood Raven, one of Hel’s most illustrious, high-end establishments. Known to be frequented by villains on the regular. “I’m interested,” you murmured softly.

It wasn’t like you to flirt with danger, but when danger flirted back, you kinda liked the rush it sent through you.

Yuta grinned victoriously. “Seven o’clock then. I’d offer to pick you up from work, but I’m sure that would be frowned upon, considering your profession.”

“I’ll see you then.”

Yuta sauntered out with an extra swagger to his step while you were screaming internally.

You snapped out of your reverie when the van jerked to a stop. Your son jostled on your chest, but you secured your hold on him as the men grabbed your arms and dragged you out.

Though they made no attempt to separate you from Yuma again.

Yuta folded his arms and glanced around the back alley. There was an overturned trash bin and tire marks on the ground.

Suki ambled along the alley, searching with her wide eyes. Your beautiful eyes. Yuta smiled at her fondly, hiding the ice cold fist of terror wrapped around his heart.

His daughter turned to him anxiously, but Yuta was quick to assure her, “Take your time, baby girl. You’re doing great.”

Suki nodded and kept looking for traces of her brother to follow.

Finally, she pointed and said, “That way.”

Yuta scooped her up and bolted.

He came to a sharp stop, mid-sprint, when he felt a vibration in his pocket. Holding his daughter, Yuta answered the phone, “Yes?”

“Your wife recently put away three upper-rank members of the Cyrus Gang, including the second-in-command.”

“Mm,” was all Yuta said. He knew exactly where this was going.

The Cyrus Gang had popped up after Yuta went into retirement. From what he knew via his friends, their leader was a villain with unknown powers and he ruled with an iron fist. They were organized, ruthless and known for their brutality.

No wonder you had made it your mission to put them behind bars.

“Camera footage on the street shows thirteen of their known members breaching your house,” Mark continued.

Yuta seethed. “Keep going.”

“Additional footage shows them dragging your wife and son into a different unmarked van two alleys over. Premeditated counter measures, obviously.”

Yuta assumed that was the alley he and Suki had just left. “Anything else?”

Mark’s voice filled with disappointment. “Footage shows evidence of tampering. We lost sight of them after that. I’ve got guys working on it.”

“Thank you. In the meantime, I have a very reliable source leading me to them,” Yuta said, looking to Suki.

She smiled at him, emboldened by his words.

“Good luck, brother,” Mark said.

Yuta hung up.

Suki put a hand on Yuta’s chest, subconsciously searching for his heart rhythm to settle her own, and asked, “Did they find Mommy and Yuma?”

“No, baby,” Yuta told her levelly. “It’s up to us to find them.”

Suki nodded. She was ready.

You giggled as Yuta kissed his way up your big pregnant belly. Both of your babies were stretching and kicking, and Yuta thought it was the most delightful thing he’d ever seen. He tickled his fingers near a foot and laughed when that foot sent a retaliatory kick in his direction.

“I can’t possibly get any bigger,” you groaned, though you didn’t mean it. All you wanted was two healthy, happy babies, and you were prepared to get as big as necessary for them.

“Don’t jinx it,” Yuta joked. He glanced up at you, his long hair falling into his eyes. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry. They’re always hungry.”

Yuta smoothed his hand over the crest of your belly, marveling. “They’re strong. I can feel it.”

You placed your hand over his and said, “Me, too. I can’t explain it, but… I can feel their bond.”

“They’re inside you. Of course, you can feel it.” His voice was soft, reverent, like he was holding all the answers to the universe between his hands.

“It’s something magical.”

Yuta turned somber, a frown tugging at his lips. “I hope they get all of your magic and none of mine,” he huffed under his breath.

“I don’t have any powers,” you reminded him, ready to scold if any self-deprecation chose to rear its ugly head. You’d become somewhat of a master at making it crawl back inside its dark hole.

“It’s a heavy burden.”

You sighed and carded your fingers into his hair. “We’ll help them carry it.”

Yuta finally turned away from your belly and propped himself over you, losing himself in your eyes. “Just like you help me carry mine,” he whispered.

You drew your husband close until you could press your lips to his.

“You have a magic all your own,” Yuta said, kissing the corner of your mouth.

Your son’s voice brought you back to the present. Peeking down at him worriedly, you asked, “What is it, baby?”

“Suki,” he said distantly, feeling his sister’s emotions. “She’s sad.”

Your eyes welled with tears. You were tucked in a corner of a rundown warehouse. There were locks on all the doors. With you secured, the captors removed your blindfold and restraints. Which was surprisingly considerate of them. And yet all it did was unnerve you more. “We’re gonna see them again, Yuma,” you told your son firmly.

He believed you, nodding before tucking his head beneath your chin and hugging you tight.

You wiped at your tears with a clenched fist and cried, “I should have sent you to the store with Daddy and Suki. It was selfish of me. I wanted to spend time with you.”

Yuma didn’t seem bothered by that admission. He merely said, “That’s okay, Mommy. It’s better this way.”

You blinked in surprise.

“I’m here with you. You’re not alone.”

You devolved into sobs, curling inward with your son hidden in your embrace. You kissed his sweet face and he kissed your cheek, looping his arms around your neck.

Suki had never seen the city at the speed of light. She was getting better at holding her breath, but keeping her eyes wide open. No matter how much it stung. She didn’t want to miss a thing.

She could feel Yuma. He was far away and no matter how much her father ran, they didn’t feel closer.

Yuta sprinted between cars, between buildings, between people. No one saw him. They would feel a wisp of wind that was gone as quickly as it came.

A killer in the night; that had been Yuta’s reputation in the not so distant past. No enemy could see him coming. No defense could be prepared. No lawman could pin a single shred of evidence on him. He was a silent blade in the darkness. Uncatchable and unstoppable.

Never had Yuta killed with anger. He was a cold and calculating villain. It was all business. This time would be different. The Viper would have its vengeance.

Suki tugged on Yuta’s collar and he grinded to a halt, the atmosphere shifting around them. Suki’s eyes were full of tears and she was trembling.

“What is it, Suki?”

“Hurry, Daddy,” she cried, choking on a sob. “They’re trying to take Yuma from Mommy!”

Yuta had never known rage and madness like what unfurled inside of him at that moment. He knew you would fight. He knew you would kill. But who would they keep alive?

They were running out of time. The men that took you knew who Yuta was and what he was capable of. And that he was coming. They would have to be quick.

Suki turned her head this way and that. Light shone in her eyes as she fought back her tears to focus on the task at hand.

Yuta recognized her determination and stroked a thumb over her cheek. “You’re very brave, my Suki. Find them and I will take care of the rest.”

Yuma was screaming. Suki could hear it as if she were in the room. Though he was miles away, his increasing emotions made his signal to her stronger. Suki pointed. “That way!”

Yuta didn’t need to remind her to take a breath. The moment she’d told him, Suki inhaled a big gulp of air and they were gone again.

You tapped into a reservoir of strength you’d forgotten you had. It was the same bottomless pit you’d fallen into when you gave birth. It didn’t matter that these men were inherently stronger than you. You could rip them apart with your bare hands every time they reached for your baby.

Yuma, though he was only a child, tried to push the men away as they pinned you to the concrete ground and shoved a phone against your ear. Your son didn’t understand. They screamed in your face, threatened unspeakable things against your children, if you didn’t orchestrate the release of some very bad men.

You relented, because of course you did. No criminal was worth the life of your son. Bloodied and bruised and choking on your own tears, you gave the order to release the Cyrus Gang’s second-in-command.

Satisfied, the men hung up the phone and warned they would keep you a little longer to make sure he was free and clear.

Then, your fate would be decided.

Yuma bolted to you the moment his captor let go of his arm and curled his small body around your head, trying to shield you from them. Every inch of you was trembling and you were breathing hard and fast, tasting the metallic sting of blood in your mouth. Adrenaline had seized ahold of you and torn its way through your system.

Your life flashed before your eyes. You saw yourself sigh tiredly as Yuta held you in his arms, two newborn babies sleeping soundly on your breasts. Only moments after birth, they had reached across your heart to hold each other’s hands and didn’t let go.

Yuta had never run so hard in his life. He was trying to outrun his emotions and his memories. He was thinking of the day you married him, when the two of you promised your lives to each other with the sea and the mountains as witnesses. Yuta had sworn to love you and only you for as long as he lived.

It was an easy vow to make. Yuta knew he’d found his soulmate. No woman on earth would ever get to hold his heart like you. It was yours.

He thought of your gentle smile when you kissed his brow and held him to your chest, lulling him to sleep after another nightmare. He thought of your grin when you showed him that positive pregnancy test. Yuta picked you up off the ground and spun you around. He could hear your laugh in his head. It was his favorite sound.

Then, he thought of all the times you told him, “I love you.”

Even before you had carried and birthed his children, you had given Yuta what he always wanted, but never had - a family.

This was life and death. If Yuta lost you, he would lose himself. He would raze the city to the ground and then throw himself into the ashes.

Because he would never be able to live with the monster he became if he lost you.

Your eyes snapped open when the door creaked. A lone man walked toward you and your son, his steps heavy and ominous.

“You have served your purpose,” was all he said.

You ignored the pain in your bones. Those words ignited a spark inside your chest like no other. This man should have known by the bloodstains coating your fingernails that you were a caged mother bear. Steering Yuma behind you, you crawled backwards until he was nestled against the wall. You guarded him with your body and got your legs underneath you.

Suki let out a scream of agony that knocked the wind out of Yuta. He was at full momentum and stumbled, instantly curling around her as they toppled into the dirt, rolling and spinning in a heap.

“Suki,” he shouted, searching her frantically for injury, but finding his daughter unscathed.

She wailed, “He’s killing Mommy!”

Yuta couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He sat there in the barren wilderness outside the city with his daughter in his lap, the last tie to you that was about to be severed forever.

Yuma wasn’t brave. He never had been. Suki had courage. She always protected him. He wished she was there. She could destroy this man with her power.

Power. Yuma looked at his hands.

The man threw you to the ground and each time he stalked in Yuma’s direction, you charged him again. You knew he was toying with you, drawing it out for his own sadistic pleasure. You couldn’t beat him; you could only buy time.

“Yuma, run,” you screamed at your son, over and over, but he wouldn’t leave you. He refused to leave you.

Suki gripped Yuta tight, breaths staggering in and out. The tears streamed down her cheeks. “Yuma’s too scared to do it.”

“Do what, Suki?”

“Use his power.”

Yuta gawked. “Yuma has powers?”

“He hides them,” she said shakily. “They scare him. He doesn’t want to be bad. He doesn’t want to be a monster!”

Yuta knew that feeling all too well and it broke his heart. But his only concern in that moment was you. You needed a monster. Yuta cradled Suki’s cheeks in his hands and whispered lowly, “Tell him to protect his mother. Tell him to do whatever he has to do.”

Suki nodded.

The man braced his hands on his knees, winded, and chuckled. “You’re strong for a bitch.”

You were an unhinged creature, reduced to your most primal form. You had cut him with your nails, sank your teeth into his flesh. Anything you could manage to deter him from your child. Your own life meant nothing to you as long as your son could live.

The man grabbed you by the throat and lifted you off the ground, cutting off your oxygen. Darkness seeped into the edges of your vision. You clawed at his hands and kicked at his torso, but to no avail.

Yuma rushed over and wrapped his arms around the man’s leg.

In an instant, the monster choking the life out of you screeched and dropped to his knees, staggering back as thousands of volts of electricity coursed through him.

But not you. You coughed and choked, scrambling to get your bearings and reaching for your son. The tiniest shock pricked your hands and then it was gone. Yuma shuddered, jumping into your arms as fast as he could.

You looked at the man and knew he was dead. And you didn’t question it for a second. Hiding yourself in the corner with your son, you kept his head turned away.

Suki exhaled loudly, wiping at her tears.

Yuta asked, “Is it done?”

She nodded.

“Let’s go, baby,” he said, getting to his feet again.

There was a rhythmic drop from a leaky pipe above. It echoed in the silence of the warehouse. You knew it was only a matter of time before the others came to finish you off.

You peered up at your son as he held your face, your head in his lap. Your injuries were dire, you could feel it. Part of you wondered if you were bleeding into your own body. That was kind of a relief. Your son wouldn’t have to see you die in a pool of your own blood.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked him gently.

Yuma frowned. “I don’t want to be bad.”

You simpered. “You could never be a villain, my Yuma. You have a good heart.”

Yuma looked at his hands currently cradling your face and said, “But my power hurts people.”

“Then, use it to protect us from bad people. Like you did for me.”

Yuma smiled, comforted by that. After a pause, he asked, “Are you okay, Mommy?”

“I’m okay,” you lied. Under no circumstances would you tell your son any different. You would hide your pain until the very end.

Yuma studied you. “I can’t feel your heart as good anymore.”

You steered one of his little hands to your chest and asked, “How about now?”

“Your heart sounds tired.”

You fought back the tears and rasped, “It is, a little. But if I need to protect you, it will beat hard again.”

“For me?”

“For you.”

Yuma leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead and said, “I will protect you too, Mommy.”

“I know you will,” you said with a smile, thinking of your husband. “You are your father’s son.”

“I want to be brave like Suki,” Yuma murmured, evoking the bond with his sister. He wanted to tap into her courage.

Reaching for his hand, you let your eyes flutter closed, running out of strength. “You are very brave, Yuma. No matter what happens, never forget that you are a dragonslayer living in a city of dragons.”

Yuma raised his chin a little higher. It was what he needed to hear.

Suki urged Yuta to stop and told him, “Yuma says Mommy’s heart is slowing down.”

Yuta tensed. His world was coming to an end. It had been beautiful while it lasted. Looking into Suki’s face intently, seeing you in every feature, he said, “Tell Mommy that I love her.”

“I love you too, Yuta,” you sighed, eyes still closed.

“And tell her to remember what she promised me.”

The faintest smile tugged at your lips. “I remember.”

You fell into that memory. You were young and reckless and in love. So in love it honestly terrified you.

“Yuta, I know we’ve been… avoiding this conversation,” you told your boyfriend, wringing your hands nervously. “But I didn’t know you felt this way and I’m sorry.”

Yuta waited. He had just confessed his love to you. Neither you or him had vocalized your feelings yet. There was a silent fence between your hearts, because you were on opposite sides of the law. And Hel.

You found your courage, risking your heart, and began, “I’ve never felt like this before. When I go to bed at night, I think about whether you got enough to eat. When I wake up in the morning, I wonder if you had nightmares or good dreams.”

Yuta swallowed the lump in his throat. He could feel the emotion rushing up his chest and heating his cheeks.

“When you kiss me, I feel like I can do anything. When I think about the future, I picture marrying you on a beach somewhere. I imagine spending days in bed with you. I want to have beautiful, happy babies with you.”

Yuta smiled. No one had ever wanted that life with him and little did you know, it was his most precious dream. One he had long convinced himself was unattainable. Until he fell in love with you.

You continued, voice trembling, “I want to get through all the decades of our lives together. Hand in hand. I want to watch the world change with you. Or burn. Whatever the fuck it decides to do.”

Yuta snorted, fighting back a laugh. Yeah, he could picture sitting beside you, watching the world burn.

He would never let the fire touch you. He’d probably be the one to light the match.

You walked toward him, confident. The twinkle in his eyes drew you closer. “I wanna grow old with you and tell our grandchildren about how things were in our day,” you quipped, then your tone shifted. “I wanna die in your arms and be buried beside you. Because next to you is where I belong. In life and death and whatever comes next.”

Yuta closed the rest of the distance and swept you up in his arms, kissing you with abandon and tangling his fingers in your hair. “I love you,” he said over and over between kisses. “I love you.” He seared those three words into every inch of your skin that night.

You had never known such all-consuming love before. You kissed him like you’d never kissed anyone else.

It was that moment Yuta knew he had to give it up. He was ready to leave the life of a villain behind. He would give you everything.

If you were going to die today, then so was he.

Yuta would not watch the world burn alone.

Suki eyed the warehouse. Her father was perched low to the ground, moving her behind him, but Suki wanted to see. The building was miles outside the city limits, rundown and abandoned. There was a strange aura about it.

Someone had cast a field around the perimeter. Though Suki couldn’t fully wrap her head around it, she knew that had been affecting her bond with Yuma. It was why they had felt so far away no matter how much her father ran.

“Suki, stay here,” Yuta told his daughter sternly, sweat dampening his hair. He’d sprinted to the point of exhaustion. “If anyone comes near you, do whatever you need to survive. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Suki knew her secret was out then. She gave him a solemn nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

Without his daughter in his arms, Yuta was free to break the sound barrier at last. Her little body couldn’t sustain his true speed. And so, the Viper coiled and struck. He vanished inside the building in the time it took to blink, kicking up dirt in his wake.

But Suki had no intention of staying put. She would not ignore her brother’s frantic calls, telling her their mother was drifting further and further away, and headed right for him.

Yuma’s fingers touched your cheek and you woke yourself up again. It was getting harder to stay conscious no matter how much you tried.

“Daddy’s here,” Yuma whispered under his breath.

You heaved a sigh. The weight lifted from your chest. You could finally let yourself slip away. Yuma was safe. Knowing your son would be alright, you had done what you needed to do and you could finally succumb to the darkness dragging you into its warm embrace.

Shouts began to reverberate through the corridors. Bullets fired made Yuma jolt in place. Something was happening on the other side of the wall.

A shadow was picking men off, one by one, before some of them could even draw their weapons. There was a tiny flicker of movement followed by the spatter and spray of blood.

Men wailed in horror. Their comrades fell to the ground, limbs ripped clean off their bodies or gaping holes left in their chests like a fist had punched through with the force of a fucking machine.

A few screams were cut short, belonging to those who had their heads taken clean off their shoulders.

“Suki,” Yuma exclaimed at the sight of his sister rushing toward him. Tears poured down his cheeks in relief.

Suki hugged her brother, but he kept his arms around your head, as if letting go of you would cause the last of you to part from him.

Yuta could feel himself slipping into that darkness, like an old friend he had cut out of his life because they brought out the worst in him. He could see you in his mind, telling him to stop. This isn’t you, Yuta, you pleaded.

But this was him, wasn’t it? Bloodlust. It was as potent a venom as any. The Viper was exacting his revenge. He was killing in the most evil ways possible.

Without a word, Suki lifted her tiny hand. The pipes groaned and burst. Water began to rain down in every corner, flooding the warehouse. She kept her arm outstretched and the water didn’t dare touch you or her brother.

“Yuma,” was all she said.

He carefully drew away from you, laying your head gently on the ground, and stood, reaching out toward the water.

You heard the crack of lightning in your dreams and then an endless collision of screams. Electricity surged through the water, amplified and lethal. Anyone touched by Suki’s water was consumed in Yuma’s sparks. Death was instantaneous.

Yuta could hardly believe his eyes as he ran. The water was up to his calves now, but it didn’t touch him. It coursed around him like a river around a rock. The water cleansed the blood from the walls and the ground, and swept away the remains of what he had done.

And now, there was no one left to kill. Yuta felt a tear slip down his cheek.

His babies had saved him from himself.

When he sprinted into the last room, breaking the locked door off its hinges with the force of his speed, his daughter and son looked toward him innocently. Yuma was once again holding your head, while Suki had her hand over your heart. The waters receded until disappearing completely, obedient to their masters.

Yuta spoke to the twins in his mother tongue, words they would remember for as long as they lived. His children weren’t dragon slayers, after all. They were dragons, just like him.

He hurried over and gathered you in his arms, surveying your bloodied, swollen face. For a moment, Yuta wished he had powers of resurrection. So he could kill those men again and again. But then he remembered what you had told him and let it go. For now. “Hang on for me, baby,” he whispered for your ears alone, knowing you could hear him. Wherever you were.

Still crouched, Yuta instructed his children to clamber onto his back. They clung to his shoulders and arms, and Yuta walked away, carrying his family with him.

You held Yuta’s hand tightly as you walked down the path between trees. Your eyes were on your children, the two of them rushing a few feet ahead of you. Every now and then, they would turn back to smile at you and their father.

It had been three months since that day; three long, grueling months of recovery. This was the first time you could walk freely with your husband and kids without needing to sit and rest every few steps as your body healed.

Yuta found an empty bench and you got comfortable, watching your babies rush to the playground to join the other children. Yuta looked with caution briefly, doing a quick scan of all the nearby parents before taking his spot beside you.

You patted his thigh and teased, “Everyone pass the villain check?”

“Mm,” was all he said.

You chuckled and leaned into his side, Yuta’s arm around your shoulders.

The two of you watched Yuma and Suki on the playground. Naturally, Suki was surrounded by other kids, giggling and running about. To your delight, Yuma had made a friend recently. The two were off in the sandbox together building castles.

“A little birdie told me that word of our kids’ powers has spread through the underground,” Yuta said a moment later.

You arched a brow. “Oh?”

“No one will be breaking into our house ever again,” your husband murmured.

“That’s not why.”

Yuta’s brows stitched as he turned to you. “What do you mean?”

You kept your eyes on your babies, watching them play, and replied, “I got a call last week.”

“From?”

“The force,” you said calmly. “They said the entire Cyrus Gang was wiped out.”

Yuta was oddly quiet.

“A silent killer. Gone without a trace. There’s no hard evidence, of course, but every last member in the gang was killed execution style. Except the leader, who was dramatically beheaded.”

Yuta shrugged, but his jaw was clenched with anger. “Good riddance.”

You faced your husband and whispered, “I know it was you.”

Frankly, you were surprised he’d waited this long.

Yuta stared you down, his eyes filling with that familiar darkness, and snarled, “I sent a message.”

“I’m glad you did.”

He was a little stunned by that. It wasn’t like you to sanction his violence. Yuta had a feeling this would be the one instance such retribution would be allowed. “No one would have ever dared hurt you back then. They thought I went soft. They’ll never think that again.”

Warmth filled your chest. This had been a reckoning not only for Yuta and your twins, but for you as well. “If you come in the viper’s den, you’re gonna get bit,” you joked, but there was definitely an edge to your words devoid of humor.

Yuta rubbed your arm. “The viper, the mama bear,” he said with a chuckle, then looked to Yuma and Suki, his face and voice filling with pride. “Tsunami and Lightning.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes contentedly.

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Bonita

Valeria and Reader go undercover at a cartel party to find information. Codename: Viper

TW: Violence, kissing/making out, smut, fingering, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only

Viper was completely out of her element.

Valeria had to practically hold her down to get her dressed and ready for the gala. An elegant dress, press on nails, heels, etc. She would kill to have been able to just wear a nice blouse and jeans.

Viper's eyes scanned over the party, shoulders tense and hands folded in her lap.

"Relax, you're so tense." Valeria rested a hand on her shoulder, checking her out shamelessly.

"I can't help it, boss." She huffed, rolling her shoulders and trying to relax. "Do I have to wear all this? Makes me feel vulnerable, and open to male conversation."

"Just keep it together for a few hours, nena." Valeria laughed, sipping her cocktail. "We don't want all my hard work to go to waste. Just play it off, you're having the time of your life."

"What, you can't tell i'm having fun?" Viper said sarcastically.

"Hey. Relax, okay? And stop fidgeting." She hissed, eyes darting around. "The whole point of this is to blend in. You can't do that if you look like you have a stick up your ass."

"Yes, boss. Sorry." Viper pursed her lips and sighed, relaxing.

"Better." Valeria purred. "Now you look like someone to take advantage of."

Viper held back her disgust, then noticed a man smiling and watching her from across the way, his eyes scanning over her. "Oh, Mami. Please don't tell me I have to flirt with a man."

"You wanted to come with me, bonita." Valeria rolled her eyes and huffed. "It's what the job calls for, baby. Now stop complaining and go." She chuckled and nudged her forward.

"Rather flirt with you." Viper murmured, adjusting herself before walking towards the man.

Valeria laughed and watched her go, eyes locked on her ass.

She found the man eagerly waiting for her, taking her hand as she approached and kissing it. "Hello, beautiful."

"Hi...handsome." Viper cleared her throat and shifted her weight.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The man asked, putting his arm around her and pulling her close, clearly in need for her company.

Viper could feel Valeria staring a hole in her back from across the room. She was definitely getting revenge for having to flirt with a man later. "Sure, why not?" She shot a look at Valeria.

"Perfect." He hummed and directed her back to the bar, ordering two martinis and sitting next to her.

Viper felt the man place his hand on her thigh, grabbing his drink and taking a sip while she completely downed hers.

"Woah, slow down sweetheart. I need you to remember things."

"Sorry, long day." She lied and scooted closer.

"So what brings you here tonight, pretty lady?" He asked, his hand slipping further up her thigh.

Viper held back her disgust and plastered a smile on her face. "Oh, my friend brought me. We needed to get out of the house."

"Oh, where is she?" He looked around.

"Bathroom, had to refresh her makeup." She lied.

"Y'know, sweetheart. You look like you enjoy expensive things." He smirked, his hand nearing the apex of her thighs. "With my job, I can give you anything you want."

She tilted her head, feigning interest. "Really, what's your job?"

He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I work for the cartel, baby. I'm rich."

Viper's eyes lit up and she leaned forward, now this was someone she could get information from. "Wow, it must be very dangerous."

"Very dangerous." He confirmed. "Look, let me take you out to dinner and then take you home."

"Well, baby, how about you let me think about it." She could feel him fiddling with the bottom of her dress and had the intense urge to gag.

"I'm sure I can persuade you." He murmured, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

Viper met Valeria's gaze from across the bar before leaning in and placing her lips on his.

The man grinned and quickly took charge, the kiss turned sloppy and aggressive and she could taste the liquor on his tongue that was making it's way into her mouth.

Don't gag, don't gag, don't gag.

She pulled away, trying not to wipe her mouth just yet. "Do you have a room in the hotel?"

The man smirked and nodded. "Eager, huh?"

"You could say that." She answered. "Lead the way."

He got up, taking her hand and helping her out of the seat. "C'mon, baby."

Viper sent a nod towards Valeria and followed the man all the way to his room. They passed the rest of the party and then entered one of the elevators in the lobby.

He couldn't wait any longer, pushing Viper against the wall and forcing his lips on hers, his hand pulling her knee up to straddle his waist.

"Wait, wait-" She yelped and pushed him away, playing it off with an excuse. "I'm not a fan of being caught, can we wait until we get to your room?"

"Fucking fine." He grunted and pulled away. "Prude."

Viper narrowed her eyes but brushed herself off. The elevator stopped on the third floor, he guided her to a room nearby. 312. "This it?"

"Yeah." He answered and opened it with his key, pushing her inside and closing the door behind them. "C'mere, baby." He pulled her close and kissed her before pushing her back onto the bed.

"Wait, I should at least know your name, so I know what to call you when we..." Viper tried to stall, waste time so Valeria could find her.

"Call me Vic, sweetheart. What's yours?" Vic climbed onto the bed, pulling her closer.

"Nessa. It's Nessa." She lied quickly. His hand was quickly making its way back up her thigh as he kissed her, forcing his tongue down her throat.

"Fuck, baby. You taste so good." He groaned, his hand reaching the apex of her thighs and pressing against her core through the fabric of her underwear.

Viper gasped, panicking internally as he slid the fabric out of the way and pressed a finger against her entrance.

Where the fuck is Valeria?

She just had to wait until Valeria was there and then she could drop the act.

Vic slowly slid his finger into her warmth, grinning. "There we go, baby, suckin' me in."

Viper heard a knock on the door and patted his shoulder. "Someone's knocking." She pushed him away as quickly as possible.

He groaned and pulled away. "Fucking interrupting me and my girl." Vic walked to the door and opened it, getting a gun to the face in greeting.

Valeria pushed him inside and closed the door behind him. "Sit, now."

Viper sighed in relief, getting up and grabbing a chair for him to sit in.

"What the fuck?" Vic growled and sat down, but only because of the gun pointed at his jewels.

"Shut the fuck up, and don't move." Valeria snapped. "Baby, come here." Viper walked over, letting her wrap her free arm around her waist and pull her close. "He touch you? You hurt?"

"Yes." She answered with a nod. "But he didn't hurt me."

"Same thing." She murmured, then shot Vic in the knee. Thankfully she had a silencer.

Vic screamed and grasped his knee. "What the fuck!"

"You touch my girl again and it'll be worse." Valeria growled. "Now here's what we're going to do. You're going to tell me who your boss is, and where he's going to be in a week, or i'll shoot your dick."

"Fuck you." He hissed.

"Wrong answer." She was just about to shoot him when he sputtered out a response.

"Wait wait wait!" Vic spoke urgently. "His name is Yeneriel Vasquez but he goes by 'The Spider.' He'll be in Las Almas again next week, he's got a mistress that he sees constantly."

"Good boy, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Valeria smirked and shot him anyway. "Lets go, baby. You did good."

"Gladly." Viper turned and kissed Valeria's cheek before following her out. "I don't ever have to do that again, right?"

"Never again, bonita."

"Good. I won't punish you then." She smiled.

"Oh? You were going to punish me, hm?" Valeria smirked and closed the door after putting her gun away.

"Well, i'm not, now." Viper huffed as Valeria pulled her closer by her waist.

"That means you don't have to miss out on your reward now." She hummed and kissed her.

"Hmm, does that mean I can take all this off when we get home?"

"You can wait a little longer, can't you? I'm going to ruin you just like this."

"I can wait."

#cod mw2 x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria garza #cod mw2 x you #cod mw2 #cod mw2 smut #smut #18+ mdni #reblogs welcome

[foamysoapbar]

Shadows of redemption Masterlist:

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! Reader (codename: Viper)

Warnings: violence, mention of SA, emotional distress, PTSD and trauma, angst.

(English isn't my native language so bare with me)

- Don't hesitate to comment your thoughts, I would appreciate it

Chapter list:

1. Rendezvous

2. Unspoken connections

3. Fragile bonds

4. Shadows of the past

5. Fractured bonds

6. Reconciliation's embrace

7. Breaking point (the end?)

#cod mw2 #cod #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #cod mwii #trauma #pstd #a lot of angst #angst

[saturnniidae]

Claire's codename suggestion of "Queen Death Viper 5000 of the Shadow Realm" really sounds like some variation of a middle school animal jam username

#im an animal jam kid Claire truther #like shes literally a theater kid it is not a stretch to say #she lived out her edgy wolf girl dreams vicariously #through cringey animal jam roleplays #'cringey animal jam roleplays' <- said with the utmost affection #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #claire nuñez #moth.txt #toa headcanon #kind of #btw this is coming from someone whose aj username had 'shadowwolf' in it

[evaglass]

Speculation about Mizu's parents pt. 2

Please read pt. 1 in order for this to make more sense

Now going into one Blue Eye Samurai's biggest influences, Kill Bill

Kill Bill is a story split into two films due to length, Volume 1 in 2003 and Volume 2 in 2004. The story, for anyone who has never seen the films, is about main character Breatrix Kiddo waking up for a coma and going after revenge against her former coworkers and boss/lover, Bill.

To give some backstory, Beatrix was a trained assassin in a team known as the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, along with four other individuals, and they all worked for Bill.

One day, when Beatrix is on a mission, she finds out that Bill got her pregnant. After finding out she's pregnant, she abandons her mission, fakes her death, changes her name, runs away, and starts a new life so her baby could be raised in safety.

Bill, being heartbroken about Beatrix's supposed death, tries to track down the people responsible for her death, only to find out she has a new life, and she's pregnant.

Bill, being enraged, decides to instruct his team to kill Beatrix and the new people close to her, him not knowing the baby is his.

Notice how there's four of them

Beatrix's former coworkers go in and really mess her up before Bill shoots Beatrix in the head. However, the bullet doesn't kill her, just puts her in a four year coma.

When Beatrix wakes up, she notices that her stomach is flat, indicating that her baby daughter is gone. She goes into grief immediately, then rage as the first thing she does is set off for revenge against her four former coworkers and Bill.

So an interesting writing choice about the Kill Bill, the audience doesn't know Beatrix is her name until Vol. 2. Whenever Beatrix is mentioned by her name, it's bleeped out in the Vol. 1. There are two other alias Beatrix is referred to before her name is revealed, which is either her old codename Black Mamba or the Bride because she was attacked during her wedding rehearsal.

Both the Bride (Beatrix) from Kill Bill and the Bride from episode 5 tried to run away from their old lifestyles

Both cared very much cared for their daughters

Both were hurt by a spiteful lover

Both saw their daughter ripped away from them

And both later wake up and seek revenge

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6

#blue eye samurai #bes #mizu #blue eye samurai theory

[fototingobug]

Kifah Suleiman ( Codename Viper ) my X-Men oc 🖤

Excuse the fucked up logo in the back i was jetlagged

Kifah is normally a solo act , but briefly teamed up with the X-men after a villain arc . i have a lot of art of them specifically but I want to see if there’s any engagement on this post first before I embarrass myself by spam posting art .

lore drop maybe ?? 5 likes and I’ll lore drop ?? Idk

#x men #x men 97 #x men oc #marvel oc #x men comics #artist of tumblr #artist of color #arabic artist #Hispanic artist

[treasurecitymoonchild]

Masterlist - The Lieutenant's Shadow

A fanfiction about Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

Summary

A female Shadow, codename Viper, is transferred to Task Force 141 to assassinate the leader of a terrorist organization. She catches the eye of her seemingly insensitive Lieutenant, and he catches hers. They get off on the wrong foot at first, trying to ignore their feelings for one another. But what happens when Viper is able to break through her Lieutenant's tough façade? Will their admiration for one another remain when Viper turns out to have another objective? The Lieutenant's Shadow is a story about tough love, heartbreak, trust and betrayal.

Chapter index

Chapter 1 - New beginnings

After months of being undeployed, you're ordered by your commander Phillip Graves to join Task Force 141 for an important assignment.

Chapter 2 - A (not so) warm welcome

Your first day and night at the safehouse is one you won't forget anytime soon.

Chapter 3 - Starstruck

Ghost's mind has been unable to think of something else since you've arrived at the safehouse.

Chapter 4 - The Death of Me

Your mind wanders to places it shouldn't as your first mission takes an unexpected turn.

Additional tags

Violence. Blood. Injury. Gun violence. Masks. Fluff and smut. Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Guns. Gunshot wounds. Implied/Referenced Self-Harm. Scars. Major Character Injury. Character Death. Trust Issues. Betrayal. Implied/Referenced Torture. Physical Trauma. Mental Trauma. Childhood Trauma. Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism. Smoking. Enemies to Lovers. Partners to Lovers. Eventual Romance. Past Abuse. Possessive Behavior. Foul Language. Feelings Realization. Obsessive Behavior. Character Development. Eventual Smut. Size Kink. Sex. Voice Kink. Degrading. Masturbation. Praise Kink. Choking. Other Additional Tags to Be Added. I'll update them with the story.

A/N

This series uses y/n and the reader has a codename, 'Viper'. There are no mentions of physical features. Liking, reblogging and commenting are always appreciated. Have fun reading my loves.

This story is also available on ao3. You can find it here.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #mw2 x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #simon riley #cod fanfic #ghost fanfiction #cod soap #cod price #cod gaz #cod ghost #john soap mactavish #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #masterlist

[monochromaticblue]

Now feels like a better time than ever to officially introduce my Persona 5 Arcana Swap

Everyone’s roles were entirely randomized except for Morgana (I could not work with him *anywhere*.)

Fool - Ann Takamaki (Codename WIP) - Medea

Chariot - Makoto Niijima (Codename WIP) - (Persona WIP)

Lovers - Goro Akechi “Reaper” - Moriarty

Emperor - Sumire Yoshizawa “Rouge”- (WIP)

High Priestess - Yusuke Kitagawa “Viper” - (WIP)

Hermit - Akira Sakura “Ghost” - Pollux

Empress - Futaba Isshiki (WIP) - (WIP)

Justice - Haru Okumura (WIP) - Circe

Faith - Ryuji Sakamoto (WIP) - (WIP)

As you can see, it is clearly still in development but I thought I would officially post about it just to get the idea out there!!

#arcana swap #p5 swap #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu #goro akechi #makoto niijima #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #sumire yoshizawa #haru okumura #yusuke kitagawa #persona 5 au #wdym the favouritism is obvious.

[rayshippouuchiha]

The fact that Xancus accidentally collected guardians who represented one of the seven sins (with him being wrath) remains the funniest shit to me.

Every other sky gives their guardians weird fucking codenames (Timoteo's are desserts, and the CEDEF people are named for herbs&spices, which I think is meant to be a plant joke/pun?)

But no, Xanxus's guardians just... Came that way. Squalo = Pride (literally his last name means arrogance/pride), Luss = Lust (literally their name, and well bit obvious), Bel = sloth (the actual demon he's named for tempts people into being lazy, and let's be real he's lazy), Viper/Mammon = greed (needs no explanation, but also a thing in Christianity as someone who is greedy and seeks wealth over God), Levi = Envy (in the Christian religion literally demon of envy, in others apparently just a general monster of chaos)

He's literally just missing a Gluttonous cloud.

Xanxus' guardians are just proof of like attracting like

#RayRambles #KHR

[yutaholic]

beast mode | nct series (M)

welcome to Hel. this city, your hometown, is ruled by heroes and villains, constantly at war with each other for power. here, there is no right and wrong. only loss or gain.

notes: each chapter is a standalone oneshot that can be read separately or out of order. the mc in each part is different. do not read if you are underage or if you are uncomfortable with sexual content and potentially violent scenarios.

disclaimer: the members are just my muses. I don’t know any of them personally and would never say that they would actually act or behave in the ways portrayed in this story.

codename: SAVAGE (M)

THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL

STATUS: ACTIVE

POWERS: PHYSICAL

MEMO: NEEDS TO BE NEUTRALIZED ASAP

codename: MONSTER (M)

THREAT LEVEL: SEVERE

STATUS: REDUCED

POWERS: PHYSICAL

MEMO: AVOID AT ALL COSTS

codename: DEVIL (M)

THREAT LEVEL: PENDING

STATUS: INACTIVE

POWERS: MENTAL

MEMO: TRACK AND REPORT ONLY

codename: WICKED (M)

THREAT LEVEL: HIGH

STATUS: INTERMITTENT

POWERS: MENTAL

MEMO: ASSET WITH PROTECTED IMMUNITY

codename: VIPER (M)

THREAT LEVEL: SEVERE

STATUS: RETIRED

POWERS: PHYSICAL

MEMO: DO NOT APPROACH

codename: TYRANT (M)

THREAT LEVEL: HIGH

STATUS: MISSING

POWERS: UNKNOWN

MEMO: LOCATE IMMEDIATELY

Copyright 2020-2024 © yutaholic (formerly zenyukhei) All rights reserved do not copy or translate without my permission!

#nct #nct smut #mark smut #jeno smut #haechan smut #doyoung smut #yuta smut #taeyong smut